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#1 sow the death then reap the seed ♦ PRIVATE on Thu May 21, 2015 9:30 am

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Yuki Seika ;; 2-3 ;; Arrancar ;; Female    

So it finally was traced down to her? It was amazing how that happened, but even she remembered the one who had put a scourge on her life from the beginning. Manda Murlez would eventually die, but the first Yuki Seika, or now Yuki Akies, came first on her kill list. But that was besides the point. The point was, her old pastime and hobby was haunting her, but in a more lively way. As an Adjuchas and Vasto Lorde, she had found delight in 'creating' Fullbringers. All she had to do was attack a pregnant mother and allow her Hollow Reiatsu to affect them. Then boom, there you had it.

The woman before her was no exception. Due to the countless unborn children she had affected and turned into Fullbringers, she could not remember this one in particular. But regardless, the person was pissed. It was amazing how fate brought things together in the end. However, this person was weak. Attacking the Arrancar after having tracked her down for so long? It was impressive, but hardly worth her time. Grinning as she released more slashes of cutting reiatsu by swiping her claws through the air- Hu Shenzhao- she watched the woman fall before her, unable to defend against her power. Fool.

Of course Yuki Seika enjoyed nothing more than some sadistic torment. The weakling crying out in pain was music to her ears, and she followed up by rushing forward with sonido and giving a hard kick reinforced with azure-hued bala to throw the woman farther. Approaching her victim again after having kicked her rather far, the sadistic happiness on her face faded into childish disappointment as she realized she had overdone it. Too bad- the Fullbringer was dead. It was over so quickly? How unfortunate.

Indeed Yuki had been a Fullbringer in her mortal life, doomed to be one by Murla Mandez, whom she had on her vengeance list. But right now her first priority was taking out her older sister, the Shinigami Yuki Akies. It had been her who caused the bulk of the pain during her life, and it was her who would be the first to go. She had to prove to at least herself she was not just some 'replacement'. It was more of a personal thing, and definitely led by jealousy and envy. But what did she care about her sins?

But as for right now, she simply stared down at the dead corpse. Yuki wasn't hungry and the soul really wasn't worth eating. She would leave it to the lesser Hollows around. As for the physical body, the scavengers would soon be upon it, or perhaps some human wandering around would find it and do the 'normal' procedure for these things. Either way, she didn't really care. It was a fight that provided no entertainment and ended too quickly. Giving a frustrated and bored sigh, sapphire eyes gazed at the blue sky dully as she rested her hands behind her head, unable to relax as she stood there.



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Muse;; 8/10
Word Count;; 503. Apologies for the choppiness. I'm still getting back in the swing of things.
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Canberra Autralia, the capital. It was a semi-rural area, houses dotted the surrounding land, mostly of important officials and people who worked at the capital. Anamist was here as a tourist. He loved going about the world and visiting the many places he had visited in eras before, only to find them changed by the humans in the later years. He could still think back and remember when this semi-flat land was only used by farmers, no one had known it would one day be such an important place in the land of Australia. The people of this land had a captivating accent that Anamist greatly enjoyed, he had spent many days at bars and restaurants just enjoying the food and listening to the people speak in their native accent.

Tonight though, was different. There were three sides to the human world- the day side, the night side and the other side. The day side was for tourists and the good-natured people. The night side was for the young, wild and rude sorts. The other side, was for the spiritually aware- the ones who did battle with hollow and often times each other. Out of the three, Anamist preferred the day side. People were a lot more pleasant and predictable. The night side was just too unsightly and rude for his refined tastes. The other side, was very much normal for him: he had spent several thousands of years evolving and ruling Hueco Mundo at one time a bit over two thousand years ago. That kingdom was gone however, his tyrannically ruled kngdom had vanished when he lost the ability to taste anything. His aspect of death, Gluttony had become so potent that after indulging himself on humans, shinigami and hollow alike- he lost all taste and as such, lost all motivation to eat. He had abandoned his kingdom, which quickly went up in flames as his loyal followers fell to the vast majority of fearful servants.

That was a day long past however, Anamist doubted many if any at all still lived who remembered his days as the Crimson Butler: those who knew him now, referred to him as the Red Butler. An intelligent and old individual could probably have pieced the two similar names together, but he had yet to meet only one person old and wise enough to figure out his real identity... and that individual was older than him, but not more powerful. Ironically, that arrancar bore a striking resemblance to Anamist himself, although the man had black hair and eyes instead of Anamist's blood red.

Anamist stood atop a roof of a building, he was fully dressed in his butler outfit- it never seemed to leave his persona. He stood out against the young evening sky as the sun began to set and the lights around the capital building began to turn on. It illuminated the surrounding area and cast a shadow over the edge Anamist stood. He had already seen the building, his gaze was on something else- two individuals who floated with the ability of spiritual energy. One was obviously an arrancar, their nature was very thick, almost as thick as the sadistic killing intent they emanated. The other fighter was human, a spiritually aware individual with lingering hollow powers. A Fulbring. Anamist couldn't help but wonder if it was a member of Esper, a human Fulbring organization that his close friend Yoon In Gyi operated. I should go and have a look, Yoon would be displeased to know I stood idly by while a sadist brutally murdered one of her followers. Anamist thought to himself as he reached into his pocket with a white silk-gloved hand.

He produced a silver pocket watch, it was still early in the evening, plenty of time to stop such an ugly fight before the human lost their life in the very one-sided battle. He returned the watch to his front vest pocket, where its silver chain hung elegantly against his vest. He took one step over the ledge of the roof and suspended himself in mid air as he went into sonido. His arrival would be too late however. The arrancar was a woman, a ruthless one who even kicked at her foe even when they were down. How rude... and it appears that I am too late to save the poor human. He appeared a short distance away from Yuki Seika, he stood next to the corpse and inspected it- brutally beaten, many broken bones and internal bleeding. The human wore the uniform of the Esper with the crest n their right sleeve. The human had died a slow death during the battle- possibly an earlier attack had decided the victor, but the human continued to fight and only broke themselves on the arrancar. You have... a way with humans. I fancy this wasn't your first bout with a spiritually aware human. Considerable strength... and yet you pick on weak foes: my guess would be that you were venting your frustration on innocent victims human or not. Anamist deduced although he couldn't guess this arrancar's spiritual strength.

She exerted little real strength during her previous fight but Anamist was certain she possessed much more. He himself kept his spiritual energy to barely detectable, enough to use sonido. Whether she was intelligent enough to assume he was holding back, or that he was just that weak- was her call. A close friend of mine would not be happy with me if they learned that I turned a blind eye to your rude battle. You could have at least given the human a swift and painless death if they wished to throw themselves at you with abandon. What he was saying was reasonable, but he was speaking to an arrancar. A hollow woman who had evolved and become much more powerful than the unsightly forms of their truth natures.

Anamist would bow low at the waist while he kept his crimson eyes on the arrancar woman, Anamist Souigetsu, the Red Butler. I cannot have you going about and killing the Esper, especially with such unrefined skill. Allow me to be your opponent and help you vent some of that frustration. he would say with a wink as he stood up straight once again and motioned for her to follow him with his white gloves. He wished to fight somewhere less populated where he might exercise a bit of strength without too much concern for the population. If she would follow, he would sonido at a level pace to the mountain nearby where there were no inhabitants except wild life.

#3 Re: sow the death then reap the seed ♦ PRIVATE on Sun May 24, 2015 11:03 pm

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Thinking about it now, yes she may have gone a little overboard. But releasing another sigh, it was worth it. Not because she needed to vent, but rather, boredom. Boredom was a terrible thing, and could drive even the most sane to do crazy things. It was deadly, in a way, and devastating. While it did generate negative energy, it could also be used to produce productivity. People could use their boredom to try and make or do something great. While others could deal damage to themselves and those around them. It was weird how something so obscure and overlooked worked that way, but Yuki was aware of the dangers of boredom. If it hadn't been for that, the human bloodied before her would have likely met a more peaceful and less-painful death. But unfortunately, boredom drove the Arrancar to ever-so-slightly more extreme measures. And that included a more older and somewhat forgotten pastime- torturing.

And now there was that presence behind her. One could always tell when they were being watched, and though this one was keeping his spiritual energy concealed, he was not seeming to make much of an effort to hide or remain unseen. Averting her sapphire gaze from the sky to the bright-haired man, Seika's softer-bored expression reverted back into a her usual cold glare. Not one of anger or ill-intent, but just one that reflected her overall colder and tsun personality. She couldn't detect much about this Arrancar's strength, but despite his politer mannerisms, he was hardly here for a friendly chat. Listening more to his words, something smirked on the inside. Anger? Venting frustration? Hardly! She simply succumbed to the harsher outcomes of boredom.

Cracking the lightest of grins despite the chill on her face, Yuki let out a cool, cocky, and sarcastic response. "Problem?"
What did he know? He sure was quick to make deductions and assume one thing or another. She was the one attacked, and the Fullbringer picked the worst moment to target the clawed Arrancar- when she was bored.

It was amusing, his spoken thoughts about her. She considered replying right away, but what did he understand? Boredom was an obvious answer and meaning for any Hollow to fight. Should he not know this? Would her words be wasted on him? There was no telling, but it really was not that important. As far as first impressions went, Yuki did find it a bit odd to see a fully-evolved Hollow, an Arrancar, choosing to wear human butler clothes. What he a servant to someone? It could easily be taken that way. He was polite and seemingly respectful in most cases, but obviously talked too much. Despite not knowing his skill or strength, it would be fun to shut him up for his comments on her battle. It was not his place to make those remarks on a personal matter, regardless of who it was he knew.

"You think it was frustration? That's where you are wrong, my well-dressed friend," Seika said, holding her grin and giving a small, light chuckle. "But right now I'm bored, so I have plenty of time and reason to entertain you for a while."
Taking a step as he motioned for her to follow, the Arrancar found it interesting that he wanted to go elsewhere, likely to a non-populated place. A gentlemen towards others that were not specifically his race? Funny. Regardless this was bound to be interesting. Before they could take off with sonido, she decided it was only right to introduce herself. "The name's Yuki Seika. Yes, allow me to vent some boredom on you."



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Anamist couldn't have helped but notice the cocky tone she responded with towards him. He had felt somewhat rude when interrupting her gaze at the sky, her eyes had become cold and indifferent when she regarded him: her posture told him that she didn't appreciate being interrupted. It was unfortunate, but he couldn't just let something like this slide. This was a scene of improperness that he couldn't overlook and the last thing he needed was for Yoon to personally come and hunt down an unknown arrancar. He could just see it now, the blonde emperor going out at night and picking fights with every arrancar she ran across. It would be a mess, especially considering Anamist had met a few decent arrancar who had pledged their fealty to him as of late. If Yoon stepped out, it could easily become a misunderstanding that would lead to a three-way war between shinigami, Esper humans and arrancar. It was an unpleasant thought and Anamist had to shake his head to dismiss it. He would nip this problem in the bud before it could blossom with crimson petals of vengeance.

As he used sonido to cross a safe distance away from the humans, he couldn't help but frown. This arrancar woman's response to his deduction as to why she had brutally battered and murdered the human was obviously wrong. She had scoffed at his reason of frustration... so if it hadn't been undeserving or used for venting... then this arrancar either had a personal stake in the Fulbring human or she was just exercising her power out of boredom. Neither sat well with Anamist and he would be sure to get the truth out of her. Her last statement about boredom seemed to be more plausible though, chances were that she had gone overboard just because she didn't have anything better to do. If that was the case, than the now deceased Esper had indeed chosen the wrong person... and quite possibly the wrong time to pick a fight.

His first impression of the woman was quite rude and unsophisticated. However, the longer he spent around her and listened to her words- she seemed less improper. She complimented him on his clothing... or was she making fun of him? For now he would take it as a compliment as she had introduced herself as Yuki Seika. A lovely name, Miss Seika. I do hope I can put up more entertainment than the last sorry fellow. he would say with a grim smile. He hadn't decided if she was worth killing yet, but she was ruthless to her last opponent simply because she had been bored. Granting mercy was sometimes necessary and she had shown none. Did she herself deserve such mercy? Anamist would have to decide for himself during his fight with her: she would find that he could hold her attention for longer than she possibly would care for. One moment while I downgrade my attire a little.

They were floated effortlessly above the mountain range now, Anamist faced her while standing on the air. He took his silk white gloves off and stuffed them in the front pocker with his sterling silver watch. He took his jacket off but kept his vest on. This was the first time he had intentionally taken his gloves off. His fight with Sangatsu had ruined a pair of gloves, Luke had also ruined his gloves, but in both cases- Anamist had repaired his gloves and then proceeded to teach both of them valuable lessons about power and properness. This case was a little different however. Looking at the young attractive Seika, it was as if he were peering at a caged wolf who wore a pleasant smile... just so it could bite the hands that would feed it. Dealing with Seika would require him to do some things the more difficult way. Either way though, he was certain his clothing would not come out unscathed and he wished to be rid of it now before it became unsightly from being ruined during battle.

Now he stood facing Seika, his red eyes glowing softly against the setting sun as he expected she would attack first- in fact, he insisted she attack first. He gave her a swift and polite bow as he dropped his jacket and gloves from the air and they plummeted downward to land atop some trees far below. Ladies first~ he would say in a sincere but playful tone. He couldn't help but wonder if Seika knew and appreciated manners... or if she was just a ravenous beast looking for a good time. If it were the latter, she would meet her match.

If Seika intended to sonido closer to him for melee combat, he would attempt to grab her hand and turn her forearm upward and then strike her arm right in the reverse elbow with his leading knee. If she kicked, he would kick with the opposite foot and see how she fared in melee combat. The most dangerous part of any battle was the beginning. Determining your foes strengths and weaknesses were crucial. If she was a melee fighter, she would probably notice right away that melee combat was not the butler's forte.

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Keeping at the same pace in her sonido as her challenger, the Arrancar kept a fair distance and came to a pause the instant the butler stopped. They were facing each other with a few meters of space in between them- a modest distance and one anyone would see before a showdown. Indeed with her earlier comment she had not completely meant it as a joke. After all, it was true. But making fun of him? Not yet. While she could battle with words he appeared to have manners. And because of that, it was doubtful a word war would be any help or even that fun. On another note, it was true he was well-dressed, and as he removed his coat and gloves Yuki subtly raised an eyebrow. At least he did not seem to be underestimating her. That was good. Unlike that last idiot who clearly underestimated her and attacked at the worst time, this seemed like it was going to be a more 'formal' battle.

Seika definitely had to wonder why he seemed so intent on fighting her after having witnessed her recent fun and messy kill. Was it because he was wanting to test both his and her power after what he had witnessed? Had the spiritually-aware human been someone he had known? It couldn't be the latter, seeing as usually friends and family of her victims seemed quite a bit more emotional. Perhaps Anamist was simply like her- eager for a fight and bored with how life was going that day. But his words a few moments ago contradicted all this. A close friend would not be happy? The concept did not make much sense to her, but what did she know?

She was just a killing machine and a beast with few purposes except the small number of goals that could be counted on the fingers of one hand. A caged wolf with a pleasant smile was a good way to describe Yuki. Or perhaps instead of a wolf a 'fox'. She was not a mindless beast that killed only for the next meal. She was clever, manipulative, yet still deadly. This fox had much underestimated wisdom in a fight. Yet the intent was always the same- to kill. Still wearing that small grin, the Arrancar tried to estimate this one's power. He was taking her on after seeing her kill a fellow with little to no real strength. Surely he wasn't going off of thinking she was a weakling, but she also knew better than to underestimate or overestimate him. At least at the beginning of the fight, she would act as if he was a bit more powerful than her, then begin gauging to find a better and more accurate and precise definition of his power.

"Well aren't you the polite one?" Yuki responded to Anamist's last suggestion with a playful smile. Yes, he certainly was polite. That fact was concrete. As he offered her to go first, she could easily assume either a trick, dodge, or counterattack. Likely the latter two, as she was the one for tricks. Nobody else. But it really did not matter. She would go first, yes. Instead of rushing blindly at him, however, Yuki swiped her hand with dark-clawed fingernails down in a vertical motion, followed by the other one in the blink of an eye. Out of each swipe came five vertical 'slices' of cutting blue reiatsu in the air racing towards their crimson target. The attack was one of her favorite techniques, Hu Shenzhao.

And the heartbeat her first attack was launched, Seika followed up behind it, using her sonido to move towards her opponent. The Hu Shenzhao was merely a distraction and a power gauge. Her real attack was attempting to kick her opponent with azure-hued bala to reinforce it. Kyosei. It would make her aim for a hit much more dramatic. That was always a good way to start off a battle, nee?



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Muse;; 5/10
Word Count;; 606, apparently my new average.
Tags;; Yuki Seika, Kyosei, Anamist Souigetsu, Hu Shenzhao
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Techniques Used:

Technique Name:
Hú shénzhǎo

Technique Description:
Concentrating reiatsu into the claws on her hand, Yuki can swipe the air and have the spirit energy cut through the air in ‘slices’, capable of cutting and slashing opponents. The razor sharp slices can travel up to one hundred feet when used with effort. They can only travel for up to fifty feet with moderate effort, and only twenty feet with little effort.

The techniques are all assumed with maximum effort.

Technique Effect Chart:

Opponent is Equal Tier:
The opponent can dodge, but if not, will have five small, parallel gashes.

Technique Name:
Kyosei

Technique Description:
Kyosei is the technique in which Yuki combines Bala with her martial arts.

Technique Effect Chart:

Opponent is Equal Tier:
Bruises, sprains, and dislocated or broken bones.
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Anamist was now ready for a fight, a serious fight. Truthfully this scene was going much faster than he would have wished. He would have wanted to study the wild woman a bit first to take in her mannerisms and know how her body moved before she intended to do anything. Truthfully she had a lovely figure- any lesser man could get lost in her hip's rhythm while she moved- which would end up with her claws sunk deeply into their eyes for their mishap. Anamist was a trained gentleman though, he kept his eyes on her face and only on her body to note her movements and strikes- his eyes were trained to not oggle a woman's figure. Here she comes, she wastes no time on pleasantries! he thought to himself as he saw her visage change from boredom to a playful smile. She was enjoying this too much compared to him.

He kept a wide smile upon her as she replied and then suddenly lashed out with her claws. He had seen similar techniques from other arrancar, but she possessed a greater spiritual pressure than those and he was much closer to her than he had been to the others. Now was not the time to toy with her, she was intended to slice him up and he couldn't have that. He didn't change his facial expression, he kept up a polite and unreadable smile that would surely unnerve or aggravate the woman. He replied to her vicious attack with sonido- an attack of this nature, the prelude to battle for any seasoned warrior was only a distraction to the real attack. His evasion would not take him to the right, the left, nor the rear. He accepted her assault head-on and slipped through the middle of the intersecting slashes.

His highspeed movement was probably equal to her own movements, she could see his movements but she had not yet gone into sonido- which gave him the upper hand. Still, her initial attack had been very close. As he passed through the intersecting slashes, they were close enough to rip up his shirt and a couple slices in his pants. He noted the ruination of his clothing but didn't take the time to stop and look. He had witnessed the quick and brutal battle beforehand when she had been quite physical with her weaker Fulbring opponent. Studying that so far, he could guess that she was at least adept in melee combat if not a master.

There it was, after her initial strike, she went into sonido. He was closer to her than she was to him- his next strike was well prepared and already planned out in his head. He wasn't going to dodge, why should he dodge when he could redirect? He smiled as they closed the distance and her kick aimed true at him with reinforced bala- he snapped his fingers and eight crimson medium-sized arrows appeared close to them around the battlefield. The first arrow was exactly where her leg strike was intended, instead of striking him, her momentum would be instantly and violently changed as the arrows would through her at highspeed away from his right side. The first through the eighth arrow were placed to connect their flight paths. If successful, the eight arrows would zig-zag Seika at highspeed like a pinball through the air- tossing her in different directions and jarring her sense of awareness of "Up and down" as the arrows pinballed her back and forth with sharp angles downward until she would reach the eighth arrow which was pointed straight downward.

While she would be flung above violently, Anamist would watch her respectively through the black bone hollow glasses on his face with a pleasant smile. His glasses would glow two separate colors, crimson and royal purple and charged up and fired ceros from his eyes. These cero were not regular, they were thin cero of separate colors which traveled at highspeed and were intended for piercing defenses. These two cero would encircle Seika's two sides as she would plummet quickly to the ground with a hard slam. The cero would connect at her sides and connect in the center to create a large cero as it would pass through her and pound her harshly a long ways into a crater in the ground. Afterwards, the eight medium-sized arrows would change their angle downward and shoot towards Seika's position and attempt to slive her up with their pointed edges. You ruined my attire so early in our little battle, allow me to return the favor. he said in response, feeling a bit indignant that he had suffered a distaste in clothing so soon. She truly was vicious, he wouldn't hold back even if she was a lady. The lady was the surface, a deviant was the true vibe he was getting from her. If she wanted a monster, she would find one if she pushed hard enough just under his surface.



Spoiler:

Remember that Anamist's racial "Spiraling Momentum" gives him +1AR in spiritual attacks, so my tier basis with techniques are "one tier lower" when comparing against you.

Technique Name:Vector Force
Technique Description:Creates red arrows which propel objects & spiritual attacks in the set direction the arrow is pointed; effective on things that have lower tier than the user. Vectors can be used as small long arrows which serve as tentacles, whips & chains, also useful for propelling themselves towards objects- capable of cutting and changing direction. Maximum of 1 giant(used to redirect attack 2 tiers higher than his), 4 large(used to redirect attacks from 1 tier higher than him), 8 medium(used to redirect attacks equal to his tier) & 12 small vectors(used to redirect attacks lower than his tier). Anamist must be stationary when using this technique, making him more vulnerable for counter-attacks and ambushes.

Technique Effect Chart:

Opponent is Equal Tier:(Medium)completely repels/redirects attacks/objects & people with each vector arrow. 2 post cooldown.


Technique Name:Teladro Mirando Cero(Twin Auger)
Technique Description:Using his bone glasses on his face, he charges two ceros from his eyes that fire in a spiraling linear direction and combine in the center of the attack to create one massive cero. The color of the cero is violet and crimson red mixed. This cero is capable of being concentrated into thin beams used for piercing objects and barriers. 1 postcount & 2 post cooldown

Technique Effect Chart:

Opponent is One Tier Lower:Direct hit causes severe damage and renders opponents unable to continue fighting unless they have sufficiently blocked(with a powerful counter-attack or a barrier)

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The last thing Yuki had expected was Anamist to take her attack directly. At the start of a fight, most folks would attempt to dodge or block the first move. However, because he took the hit the answer of what he was about to do was more than clear- he planned to counter. Seika didn't react fast enough to avoid the arrows, and found herself being tossed around on the redirectional vectors, whatever they were. It was frustrating, but nothing she had to be scared of. Thus, the Arrancar remained calm despite the high speed she was being thrown fairly violently.

And the next thing was quite predictable as well, but being slammed down towards earth gave her no motivation to dodge. If she wanted to match her opponent, then she needed to, well, match them. Unless he was holding back, he was obviously skilled and about at her level, if not stronger. There was no way she was underestimating him now. But of course for the sake of having fun, she could act like it? Deception was often her game, and this opponent would be no exception. However, he seemed to be a clever fellow that would screen. And as the spiraling ceros from his dark-colored bone glasses made their way towards her as she fell, all Seika could do was give a wide grin. It was the smile that would confuse an opponent. Was she simply mad and insane? Or was she confident enough in her abilities and powers to smile throughout the fight, even right before what seemed to be a full-on hit.

Well in a way it was both. She wasn't scared- but even if she was it would never reveal itself, that fear. She was confident and insane both at the same time, but her real reason for smiling was for smiling itself. Why not, after all? It could be the biggest distraction or maybe the most easily missed thing in the world. Then again what did it matter? Back to the fight.

With that grin and during that fall that seems like eternity, Yuki had been charging her own azure-hued cero to launch into the twin one. It wouldn't do much, but surely it would take off a bit of damage. Not to mention her hierro- though not the strongest of Hollows, was at least something. Shooting her own blue beam ray, the cero, into the spiraling one and diminishing it by a third, the Arrancar quickly unsheathed her left-side hilted sword with her left hand during her hard fall in attempts to block it more. The damage? Still pretty harsh. Her white-colored mandarin-style jacket sleeves were torn, as well as the ends of her pants. But not only that, Seika was lying down on her back in a small crater on the earth. The cero had not broken any bones, but with her left-handed block her wrist felt quite sprained and bruised. It wouldn't be very effective to use that limb for a while. However, she could care less. She was right-handed and quickly transferred her blue-colored and frosty katana to her right hand. At the very least, she could still use her Hu Shenzhao with poor ol' Lefty if she needed to.

Sitting up slowly, the teen-appearing girl gave a few small chuckles and laughs. "I suppose we are even when it comes to clothing?" she asked playfully with that grin, both devious and innocent at the same time. With playfulness, glee, and true venom all dancing in her sapphire eyes at once, Yuki gazed up at the red butler. Ah yes, those arrows. She had managed to destroy a few with her cero and block a few, but there was one stuck in poor Lefty arm. Forcing it out of her, the Arrancar's blood began to flow slowly, yet freely out of her body. Turquoise in color, she allowed the blood to flow down to her hand. This guy really had no idea what was coming to him.

Within the blink of an eye, she dashed upward with high-speed sonido. However, she stopped short a foot in front of her opponent, attempting to shake off her arm and splatter the turquoise blood onto him, his hair, his face, his clothing, or whatever. If it made contact with him, he would find that her blood was not warm or hot like any average persons'. Instead it was deathly cold and would sap the heat of anything it touched. Not long after it made contact he could have frostbite in the areas it made contact. This was Takoizuchi, her freezing turquoise-colored blood.

However, Lefty wasn't the only thing hurting like shit and yet still doing her good. At the same time while she tried to splatter the blood on Anamist, Yuki aimed to stab her opponent. A simple stab. It didn't need to be deep. Not for what she was about to do. Concentrating her blue freezing fire reiatsu, Samui-hi through her blade, the Arrancar attempted to use her Aishii Chuusha. If the stab was successful he would begin freezing slowly from the inside out. However, it would feel like a burning or scalding sensation as the Samui-hi did its work. Of course, the downside to all of this was that Seika was at a too close for comfort area to her enemy- literally right there. Anything could happen, but she had her guard up. She was ready for anything, and thankfully close range wasn't a problem when you remembered those stressful years of martial arts training. Hopefully that would pay off.



Location;; Australia
Muse;; 7/10
Word Count;; 920
Tags;; Takoizuchi, Aishii Chuusha, Anamist Souigetsu, Yuki Seika
OOC;;

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Name: Tākoizuchi
Effect: Takoizuchi is the name given to the odd mutation of Yuki's blood. When cut, her blood is not crimson in color, but rather a blue-green, or turquoise. The blood absorbs heat, or energy from any object/person it touches, eventually taking enough to inflict frostbite if someone touches it enough. After three posts of getting the blood on them, the victim could have frostbite.


Technique Name: Aishī Chūsha
Technique Description:
This frightening technique is difficult, seeing as the tip of the blade must be inside the opponent in order for the ability to work. Once inside, the weapon releases her Samui-hi that starts freezing the enemy from the inside out. However, it feels like a burn as the reiatsu is injected. If it hits a vital organ effects can be worsened. This technique has a five post cooldown.

Opponent is Equal Tier: With the freezing substance inside, the enemy's spirit energy slowly starts to freeze. As it continues freezing and burning, the victim could lose limbs/organs or receive harsh injury within four posts.

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#8 Re: sow the death then reap the seed ♦ PRIVATE on Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:51 pm

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His first series of counter-attacks had worked, pleased- he watched as Seika rocketed around and then slammed into the ground. Followed by that, she had managed to keep enough of her physical orientation to know what was happening next. With the proper timing, she managed to pull off a cero of her own, which diminished his own cero by a third. The problem was, his cero was specifically made for piercing damage. As her cero hit his cero head-on, his cero narrowed down to the center and pierced straight through her cero and slammed into her on the ground. Fortunately for her, she had used her left arm to block the damage more. Nothing significant in damage, but enough to be worthy of noticing during a battle. On top of that, her cero-counter had destroyed the majority of his arrows: only a couple remained and one of them sliced into her left arm and caused hr to bleed.

Despite the sudden and brutal turn of events, Anamist stood in the air looking down at Seika- dumbfounded by the grin on the girl's face. She was enjoying this way too much, true that h too possessed a smile, but his was more so a mask... hers was a smile, gleeful smile of enjoyment. Anamist blinked and the next thing he knew, she had sonido'd right back in front of him and attempted to stab him in the gut with her zanpakuto. Instinctively, he grabbed her blade with his right hand- the sharp edge of the blade digging into his fingers. Her attack wasn't so simple however- what happened next seemed odd to him. Her wound on her left arm was bleeding a strange color- a strange colored blood which she flung from the open wound onto Anamist's face and some of his clothing. He blinked again, this time in surprise. He wasn't too sure what to think of this. What is this!? he thought to himself, not being able to take adequate time in understanding the situation. He was gripping her sword and pushing it away from himself to ensure that her strike wouldn't pierce his body.

With his left hand, he would wave his hand across, effectively bashing her ribs with the side of his arm.- not really smacking her but more so giving blunt trauma to her ribs, intending to force her backwards. As this happened, a red line of reiatsu slashed across and turned into a thin arcing blade that would close the distance between the two in an instant because of the close distance between them. This arcing blade would slice into Seika's stomach a couple of inches and then suddenly become elastic as it would wrap around her upper arms and around her back. This elastic band would keep her arms pinned down to her sides. Once secure, he would push down on her sword to off-balance her as he punched towards her gut with his other hand and send her flying backwards. Five crimson orbs appeared near him, three of them appeared in front of him, but two were hidden behind his back. These orbs would float effortlessly around him and not act violently towards Seika: he intended to use these for a defense or counter-attack. With a distance between them, Anamist had the time to realize two things: first, his hand felt unnaturally cold- the hand he had grabbed her sword with. Second, his face was beginning to numb a little... something hot, Hot? Her blood and weapon has some burning ability? That wasn't a good thought, Anamist was well-versed with different attacks, but freezing attacks were always so much trouble. He couldn't afford letting her stay too close to his person, for fear that she would attempt to incinerate him altogether. For now though, he wouldn't let her be aware that he knew of this burning ability, he would use his sleeve to wipe the blood off of his face and then rip his tattered blood-splattered shirt off and threw it away. Quite the unusual girl, aren't you... normal people don't smile when being assaulted by my attacks. he would say, while holding out his hand pointed towards her and began to charge a normal cero. If she stood there, he would fire it at her position, if she moved or used sonido, he would use sonido as well to get closer to her and fire it at point-blank, his orbs following close behind him. If she used sonido to dodge the cero, he would use sonido to get close to her while she evaded his cero- one of his orbs would appear in front of her and explode into a cero, knocking her back into his first cero- catching her in an "X" shaped crossfire between his cero.

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Technique Name:Kankou(Rend)
Technique Description: He lashes out with thin red reiatsu blades in a curved form; these "blades" can cut through most objects without resistance. Along with slicing, upon Anamist's will, the blades will lose their sharp effect and wrap around whatever they come into contact with. This binds the opponent or objects in place. Any time the binding is used, there is a 1 post cooldown on the binding ability.

Technique Effect Chart:

*The effect chart is for damage, durability, or any other after effect of a technique. The damage/effect/etc will be based off of tiers.*

Opponent is One Tier Lower:enemies of lower tier will be hindered by a heavy loss of speed and severe lacerations. Binding duration is 2 posts. +1AR=3 posts  

Technique Name:Scion's End
Technique Description:Condensed red reiatsu orbs appear floating around Anamist which change from physical & spiritual(object shape and size-shields, spears, etc etc) compounds based on his will. These balls respond differently to his will such as, Example: Enemy gets to close, orbs explode. Enemies cast a weak spiritual attack; orbs negate the attack with a similar one. Orb size is normally about 2 feet in diameter with a maximum number of 5 orbs. Enemies that he has previous touched become "beacons" for his spiritual attacks. This technique has a 3 post duration and a 2 post cooldown.

Technique Effect Chart:

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Opponent is One Tier Lower:Explosions will repel weaker tier enemies or over-powering their spiritual attacks.

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Epizon "Oneiropolos" Psychi ;; 2-2 ;; Shinigami ;; Male

The path of a rogue was not an easy one even though it was Epizon who had chosen it for himself. Anamist had warned him of what the future might hold but it was him who had persisted. Now he had been living like a nomad, travelling from one place to another concealing his reaitsu and moving along with the masses. Sometimes when he would turn to barren lands where only he existed and no visible sign of life was around for as far as the eye could see. He had travelled through such lands and was now in a semi-rural area; which area was he in? He hadn’t given it much thought, he was like a leaf drifting with the wind. Little did Epizon knew, that he had arrived at the same continent more ever at the same area where Anamist had been. It had been a while since Epizon had sensed that familiar reiatsu and just as soon as he got in range, he felt it along with another familiar one. ”Anamist? He’s here? And why is his reiatsu surging like this? Is he in battle? And this other reiatsu, that female arrancar from before”, he couldn’t remember the name because it had been a long time.

Epizon climbed a top of a nearby building, it was tall but not enough for him to see where Anamist was and how the fight was going. His ability to sense reiatsu had grown along with his strength and now it was able to sense even farther away than his eyes could see. Determining the direction of the two reiatsu signatures, he moved using shunpo to get closer and arrived a few minutes later to where the battle was going on. As expected, Anamist had the upper hand and didn’t need much help but what surprised Epizon was the opponent. When Reyes had appeared in the world of the living and the battle between arrancars and shinigami had took place, Epizon had faced off against this female arrancar. He had been able to knock her out and had assumed that she was done for; apparently not.

Epizon was dressed in the cape he had taken after turning rogue, the cape was of pitch black color and had a hood that covered most of his face. He had just appeared using shunpo so only the bare minimum of his reiatsu had leaked out; since the two were indulged in their battle he presumed that neither would have sensed him. The cape was long enough to be only a few inches above the ground so it covered the unique shihakusho Epizon used to wear so proudly. ”I doubt Anamist would have fought an arrancar for no reason. So, why are the two fighting?”, it was then that he noticed what seemed like a dead body. The person had been beaten so badly the place was covered with blood, the stench of blood was everywhere. A human had been killed here and most likely that was the reason why Anamist had engaged this arrancar. It was a sad, sickening and aggravating revelation for Epizon. What did he plan to do next now that he had found the one who had did it?



Location;; Australia
Muse;; 8/10
Word Count;; 538
Tags;; Anamist, Yuki Seika, Epizon.
OOC;; The rogue's here.

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#10 Re: sow the death then reap the seed ♦ PRIVATE on Sun Jun 28, 2015 7:30 am

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Yuki Seika ;; 2-3 ;; Arrancar ;; Female

To be able to smile while fighting... it definitely portrayed confidence. However, Yuki could be a queen of deceit when she wanted to be. She was sly as a fox, literally, and could use manipulation and deception as worthy tools. Fighting physically was not her strongest point despite her love of killing, but nevertheless, a battle was always a fun thing. What her smile meant would likely forever remain a mystery to her opponent. If he really wanted to know why she grinned, he could ask. But she could not yet promise she would answer truthfully. It could be madness, joy, a mask, happiness, anger, or even sadness. She was always a good blend of it all in a scuffle, however.

That grin widened as her Takoizuchi blood wet his face and he caught her blade in his hand. That wasn't the first time someone had done that. They usually regretted it later on. Hopefully this guy would be no exception. She would wish him luck if he tried to wield a weapon with that soon-to-be-useless-hand. Having been ready, Seika tried to block his brutal hit towards her flank with her poor left hand. It was sure hurting, throbbing, and quite bruised and bloody, but hopefully it would get some more of her turquoise blood on that arm. Then his use of both arms would be severely limited... or nonexistent. It really depended on his own endurance.

Having had her guard up when even daring to approach him so closely, Yuki had expected such an attack and was knocked backwards. However, she used a burst of strength to yank back her cyan-hued icy blade and disappeared with sonido before he could capture and restrain her with the crimson-reiatsu blade and 'elastic'. The large crimson orbs took her by surprise though. Just what were they for? They honestly looked like trouble... and like a thing one would want to poke just to see what would happen, only to have it explode in one's face or something. Her own curiosity was getting the better of her as she wondered what they could be for, but all she could guess is that they meant danger, most likely.

Instead of going on for another attack right away, the Arrancar waited. She honestly was getting exhausted. Anamist obviously could put up quite a fight, and was rather brutal and unforgiving in his strikes. That burst of strength to take back her katana and move away fast enough had been quite laboring. When he suddenly appeared before her and fired at point blank, Yuki took it head-on, accepting the burns of the attack. It was not like it was her first time getting hit with a cero. The effects were always the same. Devastating slightly, but the same regardless. Her hierro served as useful, plus blocking it with her dying and pretty much now almost-useless left arm and sealed zanpakutou. Not to mention that she had been charging her azure-colored reiatsu during the assault. Tearing her left and right sleeves off after the damage had been done, she replied to the red butler's comment in her own smartass way.

"Well, you know what they say," she said with a shrug and continued smirk before going on. "It takes less muscles and energy to smile than it does to frown."
With that, Yuki sliced the air with her sword and aimed to send a large yet concentrated wave of cutting and burning reiatsu at her opponent. Anyone could do this with their spirit energy, but hers would give their pain receptors confusion of burning, scalding, and freezing all at once, along with the effects. If he blocked or deflected with anything, she would follow up by shooting her reiatsu at him in a wave once more to take him by surprise. If he dodged, there would be a similar attack of shooting that second wave at him. If he dodged the first one and deflected the second, she would simply launch a bala from her sword at him. Simple, yes, but devastating in its own way. Seika knew that she was not the strongest offensively. But when it came to speed and endurance, she could last for a while.

All the while, she did not notice that figure right away... but her instincts told her they were being watched. It mattered little to her at the moment, but she would keep her wits about her just in case.



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Word Count;; 745
Tags;; Samui-hi, Anamist Souigetsu, Yuki Seika
OOC;; Apologies for the late reply. I have a tough time with battle threads and tend to procrastinate a bit. Very sorry. I have to strain for ideas seeing as battle specs were the last thing I had in mind when making Seika.
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