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on Wed Jul 05, 2017 9:07 am

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The sun had since reached it's peak, and signified the high-noon to have since approached. Under the dauntless waves of its descending endeavors were that of many, whom stood with a signifying posture of determination all throughout the courtyard; however, this wasn't abnormal given all those present were standing on the very grounds that demanded such. This was, after all, the sparring grounds, and anyone who feared the thought of hard-word through dedication was likely not welcomed.

Among the many- whom which had all since found partners to do their biddings, was a man known as Hitsuyona. He stood with that of a stoic nature, and said not a word. If his stance and rather customized appearance hadn't stood out from the rest, then his turquoise hair most certainly would've. His solemn appearance is accompanied by the assistance of a wooden pillar that keeps his posture afloat, as he merely gazes upon those surrounding himself. The man was prowling the courtyard diligently, in search of a man or woman both willing and worthy of his time.

While not particularly condescending to the majority of the public present, he wasn't keen to the thought of some a-typical sparring session; nay, he would gain nothing from training amongst the normal Shinigami present. There need be a reason for his posture to diminish from its current stand point, even if that meant his position remain stellar until a moment so came that his shuhakusho become drenched in his own sweat.

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on Wed Jul 05, 2017 7:21 pm

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High noon, not a bother though the sun at it's peak was certainly less than forgiving. Kokoro had long since decided to make a surprise appearance at the nearby training grounds, and upon sensing a man of proper stature and rank to give him an interesting time? He would approach, Zanpakuto resting at his hip Kokoro would smile at the man slightly, "I am Kokoro Nashi, Captain of Squad Twelve, state your name and rank if you would please?.." Kokoro's smile gave way to his curiosity as it usually did.. The mans turquoise hair was weird, but that was not what drew Kokoro's attention though it did draw internal musings about why in the blue fuck all these people had Anime-style hair in real life.. weird shit.

Moving on from those thoughts, Kokoro was an awkward but tall man. He stood an even 6 feet tall and weighed in somewhere near 160 pounds. He preferred the solitude of his lab, so his public appearances were rare and usually important, though this was not the case on this day. Today Kokoro simply wished to test himself, and the will of another young Shinigami, nothing more, nothing less. His shorter white hair nearly matched the coloration of his Captains Haori... His skin was a pale white, discolored in part from an apparent lack of sunlight, as well as from the ungodly quantities of scar-tissue he possessed from prior encounters.. He was the picture of a war-torn veteran of battle, and the glasses simply served to amplify his otherwise awkward demeanor.. Now to see where this would go..


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on Thu Jul 06, 2017 5:42 am

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Hitsuyona allows his eyes to peer directly into that of another who would soon come to approach him. This man's appearance was rather peculiar, and became ever more so the nearer he approached. If one had seen this being motionless, they might presume it to be a corpse. Before the man had a chance to speak though, Hitsuyona knew all too well who it was. After all, it wasn't like the names and descriptions of a captain was exactly confidential.

The man seemed to give off a smile, and consequently , this look did not suite him well. The pale face, scar ridden , and now manicly smiling appearance seemed as if it were straight out of a horror film.

Hitsuyona's demeanor did not falter at the sight of this man though, as he mere takes a moment to ponder a response. After a short moment, his full rank could give clarification.

"I am Hitsuyona Shizukesa, third seat of second division, and overseer of the detention unit."

His arm comes to rest on his blade, whilst a slight grin approaches his face of a prior solemn nature. He was imagining the likelihood of a reputation , and what this man possibly wanted of him.

"But here, I'm merely a man in search of another, whom can serve the purpose of a worthy sparring match."

He was rather blunt, but he wasn't entirely fond of meet and greets. This man spoke to all as equals, even if that meant ridicule from a superior. Even though this wasn't disrespectful, most likely would've asked a series of questions like they expected the orders and guidance of a captain. Hitsuyona however had another idea in mind. He knew a captain didn't come to a place like this to chat, and he looked rather worth using his time upon.

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on Thu Jul 06, 2017 8:33 am

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Kokoro was at least mildly satisfied with the fact that this man did not pretend he didn't know who he was. It was a welcomed change of pace, and as Kokoro listened to hear the mans rank and name he smirked ever so slightly, before the smirk would grow once more as the man touched his blade.. He had something of an arrogant air to him, Kokoro loved to test those out.. See how long they'd last. "Detention Unit eh?.. Intriguing.." Kokoro's rushed to a number of possibilities within this encounter, before settling on a few. But they'd need to be saved for later, for now.. "You're looking for a spar eh?.."

Kokoro chuckled lightly, drawing his Zanpakuto from it's guard. "Make the first move then... I don't mind obliging your little training session.."


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on Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:27 am

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Hitsuyona's facial expression suddenly shifts at the man's response, and a smirk could clearly be seen across the shinigami's face. Just as the captain began to unsheath his zanpaktou, so did hitsuyona. There was no need to respond to this man's words, except through action.

His sword had been partially unsheathed by this point, and words had yet to escape the onmitsukido member's mouth; yet, the shadows befalling upon the ground itself seemed to approach Kokoro from behind at this given moment. They would have attempted to quickly raise up his legs and arms as the young shinigami quickly approaches this captain, as his fully unsheathed blade aims to slice the man across the neck. Of course, should his blade had come appropriately close to successfully following through he would have ceased this action, no?

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on Sun Jul 09, 2017 4:37 am

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Well this guy was a tad on the eager side of things now wasn't he.. What was that creeping feeling at Kokoro's back.. was it darkness?.. Was it the shadows coming to claim him or.. Why couldn't he hear what the man had said?.. Onmitsukido member..

Fuck.

As the Shinigami approached him from the front and attempted to slit Kokoro's throat the action was parried by an upwards swing of Kokoro's scythe, prompting Kokoro to take full inventory of the situation around him.. Kokoro burrowed his tentacles into the ground, 300 feet in all directions for now would be filled with tunnels for easier usage later on in the ordeal.. That was of course assuming it would even get that far.


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on Sun Jul 09, 2017 6:12 am

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Hitsuyona Shizukesa

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Hitsuyona's arrogant glare is quickly shattered with a sense of appalment at the Captain's hastened zanpaktou release, and a parry that was ever more so apparent neglecting his blade from the lackluster assassination attempt. While his attempts to take the man by surprise may have been shown, it was surely not what was to be expected in return.

Following this rather saddening response was yet another, which shows the ground to begin to falter beneath the feet of the duo that stand before it. He wasn't entirely sure what the captain was up to, but he'd no intentions to necessarily find out. Hitsuyona jumps backwards into the air, as his kimono did flutter in suite of his hastened speed. The distant light was now beginning to fade significantly, as if the mid-day sunrise suddenly vanished from the grasp of all those within the courtyard. Spar's began to cease in confusion, as the many regard their attention to the fight that had recently began. They couldn't see the two any longer, but they could certainly feel their presence being shown beyond that of what a friendly spar might entail.

The darkness had since spread several meters around the two locked in a battle of sorts, and the teal haired man's eyes lock intently on the location of where his current opponent might stand. Suddenly many 'threads' , similar to that of finite silk spring forth from a variety of locations upon the ground beneath hitsuyona itself, and spring forth in such a way as to surround the captain from either direction. Their goal was simply to lightly pierce the opponent in many locations, and subside upon one another. This was hardly an attack, but rather attempts to subdue and restrain as opposed to the minor damage it might have inflicted.


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on Sun Jul 09, 2017 6:34 am

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The mans smirk faded rather quickly as Kokoro parried the strike with relative ease, and this amused Kokoro on a level it probably shouldn't have, if we're being realistic.. The man took to the air, perhaps sensing the tentacles moving beneath his feet.. Then Kokoro felt strands digging into his skin, the problem was... Well.. "You should've stayed hidden, heh.."

WHAM. In an instant the man would feel himself dragged to the ground, and his body would immediately begin to scream in agony from what can only be called an accidental cluster-fuck of the Poneratoxin variety. This was only second on his list of issues however, because he would find himself being dragged towards the ground, being choked out by the tentacles which held him fastened tightly to the ground below.. Kokoro walked over him, chuckling lightly.. "Onmitsukido eh?.."


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on Sun Jul 09, 2017 6:56 am

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Hitsuyona Shizukesa

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His sense of self is suddenly filled with a pride above all, if but only for a glimmering moment to follow. A slight smirk could've been seen, if not for the billowing fog that had since covered their entirety. Yet, his face comes upon a solemn disgrace a mere moment following his successful attack. He'd suddenly felt the reiryoku approaching with no real time to have responded, even given his superior speed to most. The restraints became apparent as his airway is quickly felt to fade, and his body did come crumbling to the surface of the cold dirt that would soon come to meet his face.

His body could be felt dragging across the ground, and yet, the pain from this was shallow and failed in comparison to a burning sensation that was soon to follow his confinement. The pain was surely immense, and his face seemingly hadn't faltered as the fog begins to fade. He may have been arrogant, but he knew when to admit defeat, to some extent. As he lay there in excruciating pain his eyes did meet that of his victor's. He wasn't looking as though he'd wished for death, nor was he seemingly fearful; no, this man's eyes had a glare of infuriating frustration. There was a far greater pain pulsating through his mind, and such was a bitter taste of defeat. Something that hadn't been felt in what felt like a century.


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on Wed Jul 12, 2017 5:29 am

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Kokoro could see the arrogance in the eyes of this man, no.. boy. That's what he was, a small child.. He could see the frustration of losing, the sting of defeat.. He hadn't been used to it, and perhaps.. Perhaps Kokoro had been a little bit excessive in terms of the force he had used.. No matter, Kokoro could see that the man was not looking at him, but rather through him.. "Pride comes before a fall.." Kokoro extended his hand to help the Shinigami off his back, releasing the tentacle constraints as he did so.. "Be thankful your fall came before it was too high for you to survive.." Kokoro looked at the man for a moment, and spoke to him rather nicely.. "You said you're the 3rd seat of squad 2, am I correct?.." Kokoro.. he had plans..


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