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Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Wed Jun 24, 2020 5:50 pm
The black robed figure went flying backwards to crash onto the road, bouncing a few times, before rolling to his feet. A large canine shaped Hollow leapt at the downed enemy in an attempt to finish him.
“Hadō #32. Ōkasen!”
A arc of yellow light flew upwards from the fallen figure to envelope the beast, destroying it instantly, even as more of the animals flickered into existence around him moving at high speeds.
Zenji used his staff for leverage to force himself back onto his feet. Pain shot down his left shoulder and he slowly flexed the fingers of his left hand. Agony. Well at least it wasn’t broken. Looking around at his opponents the Soul Reaper counted at least four Hollow.
One Cat, one Centipede looking abomination and then two roughly humanoid creatures. Four against one injured Shinigami. Shit.
“You fucked up big time here.”
Zenji couldn’t help but agree. He’d responded to the alert with too much enthusiasm instead of checking the details of the request. Seven damn Hollow. He’d managed to kill two already but he had no idea where the last one was. It seemed to have broken off from this unusually large pack. Still the situation needed to be dealt with, that many Hollow in one place was a recipe for disaster but worst was the unreported Quincy dwelling here. Zenji still had no evidence that there was more than one but he knew there had to be. He had to purify them before they were destroyed by those ignorant fools.
“Defend the Balance and so on.” mocked his Zanpakuto but, amusingly enough, when they had discussed this during their meditative communication sessions Binbōgami had admitted to agreeing that there was no greater threat.
He was hurt but he’d gotten better at extended use of Kidō and efficient Reiryoku use. He’d also gotten some rather intense battle experience over the past few weeks. In fact that tactical thinking was part of the reason why he hurt so much. He’d decided to take the blow rather than waste energy on a barrier. Let's hope it played out well.
He needed to deal with these four quickly and find the runaway. Zenji backed away and then ran with the four Hollow following him close by. They were at the edge of the Town, away from any buildings, it was unlikely that normal mortals could get hurt by what was happening here but it was preferable. Turning he saw the four were chasing him and they’d grouped together.
Sliding to a stop Zenji spun around and threw his hand out, bracing his wrist with the other hand, as his gathered Reiryoku surged with the flexing of his will.
“Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!” he yelled.
An air ripping bean shot forth from his outstretched hand with such force that, had he not braced it with the other, Zenji suspected his shoulder might have been torn from his socket. The resultant blue beam was a mixture of electrified Spiritual Energy. As it slammed into the pack of the chasing Hollow an explosion rang out with such force that it threw Zenji backwards off his feet and kicked out an explosion. Luckily it’d been far away from any buildings and it was after midnight so there weren’t any mortals around. Still the road had been utterly destroyed by the attack.
With a pained goran he stood up slowly wondering how often he was going to be knocked over before the night was out.
Distantly at the back of his mind Zenji was calculating the series of reports he was going to have to fill out plus the resultant interview to justify the collateral damage. Ah well they usually blamed such things on the pipes mortals had under the ground as part of their engineered infrastructure.
As the dust began to settle Zenji raised his staff cautiously and saw three disintegrated forms and cursed. “Where the Hell i-” he cut at the sound of a growl to his right.
Turning around Zenji looked over just in time to see the giant cat smash into him and send him back to the ground. Fortunately it seemed the beast was spooked by what had happened and instead of following up the attack it simply fled instead.
Once more getting back to his feet, feeling rather annoyed about this constant falling over, Zenji pulled out his Denreishinki. Pulling up the GPS to check current Hollow activity he noticed the fleeing monster running towards the other blip. So it was meeting up with the straggler.
Cursing Zenji shot off in that direction to try and catch up with the pair and end them. Then he could put this damn night to rest.
“Hadō #32. Ōkasen!”
A arc of yellow light flew upwards from the fallen figure to envelope the beast, destroying it instantly, even as more of the animals flickered into existence around him moving at high speeds.
Zenji used his staff for leverage to force himself back onto his feet. Pain shot down his left shoulder and he slowly flexed the fingers of his left hand. Agony. Well at least it wasn’t broken. Looking around at his opponents the Soul Reaper counted at least four Hollow.
One Cat, one Centipede looking abomination and then two roughly humanoid creatures. Four against one injured Shinigami. Shit.
“You fucked up big time here.”
Zenji couldn’t help but agree. He’d responded to the alert with too much enthusiasm instead of checking the details of the request. Seven damn Hollow. He’d managed to kill two already but he had no idea where the last one was. It seemed to have broken off from this unusually large pack. Still the situation needed to be dealt with, that many Hollow in one place was a recipe for disaster but worst was the unreported Quincy dwelling here. Zenji still had no evidence that there was more than one but he knew there had to be. He had to purify them before they were destroyed by those ignorant fools.
“Defend the Balance and so on.” mocked his Zanpakuto but, amusingly enough, when they had discussed this during their meditative communication sessions Binbōgami had admitted to agreeing that there was no greater threat.
He was hurt but he’d gotten better at extended use of Kidō and efficient Reiryoku use. He’d also gotten some rather intense battle experience over the past few weeks. In fact that tactical thinking was part of the reason why he hurt so much. He’d decided to take the blow rather than waste energy on a barrier. Let's hope it played out well.
He needed to deal with these four quickly and find the runaway. Zenji backed away and then ran with the four Hollow following him close by. They were at the edge of the Town, away from any buildings, it was unlikely that normal mortals could get hurt by what was happening here but it was preferable. Turning he saw the four were chasing him and they’d grouped together.
Sliding to a stop Zenji spun around and threw his hand out, bracing his wrist with the other hand, as his gathered Reiryoku surged with the flexing of his will.
“Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!” he yelled.
An air ripping bean shot forth from his outstretched hand with such force that, had he not braced it with the other, Zenji suspected his shoulder might have been torn from his socket. The resultant blue beam was a mixture of electrified Spiritual Energy. As it slammed into the pack of the chasing Hollow an explosion rang out with such force that it threw Zenji backwards off his feet and kicked out an explosion. Luckily it’d been far away from any buildings and it was after midnight so there weren’t any mortals around. Still the road had been utterly destroyed by the attack.
With a pained goran he stood up slowly wondering how often he was going to be knocked over before the night was out.
Distantly at the back of his mind Zenji was calculating the series of reports he was going to have to fill out plus the resultant interview to justify the collateral damage. Ah well they usually blamed such things on the pipes mortals had under the ground as part of their engineered infrastructure.
As the dust began to settle Zenji raised his staff cautiously and saw three disintegrated forms and cursed. “Where the Hell i-” he cut at the sound of a growl to his right.
Turning around Zenji looked over just in time to see the giant cat smash into him and send him back to the ground. Fortunately it seemed the beast was spooked by what had happened and instead of following up the attack it simply fled instead.
Once more getting back to his feet, feeling rather annoyed about this constant falling over, Zenji pulled out his Denreishinki. Pulling up the GPS to check current Hollow activity he noticed the fleeing monster running towards the other blip. So it was meeting up with the straggler.
Cursing Zenji shot off in that direction to try and catch up with the pair and end them. Then he could put this damn night to rest.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Thu Jun 25, 2020 6:44 pm
”Come on, you ugly ass motherfucker,” Kevin bellowed at the unusually lanky Hollow with a bullet-shaped head. He and Meridith had done a bit of divide and conquer, tonight, but he’d kept her on FaceTime in order to stay safe. He was glad that she would be able to watch his first ever fight against a real Hollow, even if the damn thing wouldn’t show up on camera.
The Crow, if it was actually a Hollow, didn’t count as far as Kevin was concerned. It was too small and, though it had gotten pissed off at him, seemed way too chill to be a proper Hollow. Honestly, he felt a good deal of pity for the thing. At least, if it was their infant form, he managed to end its suffering before it hurt anyone else.
This son of a bitch, though, this was a whole other matter. Kevin had been strolling about when he spotted it in the distance creeping about. There was no mistaking that thing for anything but a Hollow. It must have been close to two stories tall, though the tiny spindly limbs didn’t make it look too powerful. That was, at least, until it smashed its entire body down into a park bench and tore some old dude apart.
The color and amusement left Kevin’s face the second he was confronted by the very real danger these things posed. He’d been told, sure, but there was no level of telling that could accurately convey the terror he felt seeing one in action. It was seeing this that had spurred him into action.
Into battle!
Kevin’s idea of his first fight against a Hollow had been different. So many things were missing. He was supposed to be standing in the sun, shirt partially ripped showing off his rocking abs, hair swept back, maybe with an attractive woman clutching at his leg for safety. There would have been impressive battle music playing. Duel of the Fates or something from Halo would have been nice. His opponent would have been as big as a freight train and twice as mean.
Instead he got a lanky daddy longlegs looking thing preying on the elderly. No music, no damsels in distress, just a nasty little shit bent on ruining someone’s day.
After his challenge was issued, Kevin pulled his leg up, focusing on the monster’s center of mass as he felt the swirling energies forming behind his glove.
Plant it firm.
Let your whole body do the work.
Follow through.
Kevin dipped down, releasing the swirling orb of light faster than he’d ever thrown a baseball in his big league career. It swirled as it moved, carrying the tilt put on it by his fingers. Deep down, Kevin knew exactly where to place that pitch. It tried to dodge to the side, just as he’d expected, and the cut fastball collided just as he’d hoped.
The victory was short-lived, as not a second later a feline looking monstrosity emerged into the park from a side street. ”Jack Skellington’s dead, bud. Don’t worry, you’ll be joining him soon enough,” he taunted out as he turned to face the newcomer, already gathering up another strike behind his mitt.
Coming in behind it, he caught sight of a black robed figure in hot pursuit. A Shinigami? Here? The night was just getting more and more interesting! ”Get down, champ,” he called out to the fascist ninja as he tossed a slider at the cat creature caught in their unintentional pincer attack.
The Crow, if it was actually a Hollow, didn’t count as far as Kevin was concerned. It was too small and, though it had gotten pissed off at him, seemed way too chill to be a proper Hollow. Honestly, he felt a good deal of pity for the thing. At least, if it was their infant form, he managed to end its suffering before it hurt anyone else.
This son of a bitch, though, this was a whole other matter. Kevin had been strolling about when he spotted it in the distance creeping about. There was no mistaking that thing for anything but a Hollow. It must have been close to two stories tall, though the tiny spindly limbs didn’t make it look too powerful. That was, at least, until it smashed its entire body down into a park bench and tore some old dude apart.
The color and amusement left Kevin’s face the second he was confronted by the very real danger these things posed. He’d been told, sure, but there was no level of telling that could accurately convey the terror he felt seeing one in action. It was seeing this that had spurred him into action.
Into battle!
Kevin’s idea of his first fight against a Hollow had been different. So many things were missing. He was supposed to be standing in the sun, shirt partially ripped showing off his rocking abs, hair swept back, maybe with an attractive woman clutching at his leg for safety. There would have been impressive battle music playing. Duel of the Fates or something from Halo would have been nice. His opponent would have been as big as a freight train and twice as mean.
Instead he got a lanky daddy longlegs looking thing preying on the elderly. No music, no damsels in distress, just a nasty little shit bent on ruining someone’s day.
After his challenge was issued, Kevin pulled his leg up, focusing on the monster’s center of mass as he felt the swirling energies forming behind his glove.
Plant it firm.
Let your whole body do the work.
Follow through.
Kevin dipped down, releasing the swirling orb of light faster than he’d ever thrown a baseball in his big league career. It swirled as it moved, carrying the tilt put on it by his fingers. Deep down, Kevin knew exactly where to place that pitch. It tried to dodge to the side, just as he’d expected, and the cut fastball collided just as he’d hoped.
The victory was short-lived, as not a second later a feline looking monstrosity emerged into the park from a side street. ”Jack Skellington’s dead, bud. Don’t worry, you’ll be joining him soon enough,” he taunted out as he turned to face the newcomer, already gathering up another strike behind his mitt.
Coming in behind it, he caught sight of a black robed figure in hot pursuit. A Shinigami? Here? The night was just getting more and more interesting! ”Get down, champ,” he called out to the fascist ninja as he tossed a slider at the cat creature caught in their unintentional pincer attack.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Fri Jun 26, 2020 7:24 am
He was gasping as he approached the park and he quickly put the tiredness down to his injuries and the diminished status of his Reiatsu after the slaying of the last five Hollow. That Hadō #88 had really taken a bit of his remaining energy but it was fine. There were only two more left.
His Denreishinki beeped. What now?
Pulling out the device he saw the Cat Hollow’s tracking mark as it entered the Park ahead of him but the other, it flickered and vanished, causing Zenji to frown. That pattern of deletion was unusual, he’d seen it before right?
‘Oh no.’ Shit. Shit,. Shit. Shit.
Forcing himself to use what little reserves he had left in him the Shinigami’s sluggish Flash Step catapulted him forwards through the Park Gate to come half-stumbling to a halt behind the Hollow as he saw the abomination standing beyond it. The Destroyer’s form was that of a warrior, broad shouldered and strong, disguised as a mere man. However Zenji knew the truth, these mortals were no innocent Humans. He appeared to be gathering Reishi in his glove and Zenji’s stomach dropped and he swiftly tried to think of a solution. A way to stop it. The monstrous feline potentially contained the essence of a thousand souls.
So Zenji did what he always did when he fell into trouble. He fell back on the Demon Arts. Seizing the initiative the Soul Reaper slashed his staff through the air with a shout. “Hadō #54. Haien!”
Spiritual Pressure ran along the Zanpakuto before an elongated blast of purple energy leapt forth, slashing through the air however it simply passed the feline creature and rushed towards the Quincy.
He would rather a thousand humans be slaughtered by Hollow than allow a single Quincy to escape. He’d been too weak last time to fight the first one he’d faced but now was different. Now he would fulfil his purpose as a keeper of the Balance.
He suppressed any fear or unease the abomination evoked within him but, surprisingly, he felt no need to quash a sudden rush of regret or shame.
No, it was right that he felt no grief. This wasn’t murder, it was just regulating the natural flow. This was no more a question of morality than reviewing a report after the auditor highlights a data error. He was making a correction. That was all.
His Denreishinki beeped. What now?
Pulling out the device he saw the Cat Hollow’s tracking mark as it entered the Park ahead of him but the other, it flickered and vanished, causing Zenji to frown. That pattern of deletion was unusual, he’d seen it before right?
‘Oh no.’ Shit. Shit,. Shit. Shit.
Forcing himself to use what little reserves he had left in him the Shinigami’s sluggish Flash Step catapulted him forwards through the Park Gate to come half-stumbling to a halt behind the Hollow as he saw the abomination standing beyond it. The Destroyer’s form was that of a warrior, broad shouldered and strong, disguised as a mere man. However Zenji knew the truth, these mortals were no innocent Humans. He appeared to be gathering Reishi in his glove and Zenji’s stomach dropped and he swiftly tried to think of a solution. A way to stop it. The monstrous feline potentially contained the essence of a thousand souls.
So Zenji did what he always did when he fell into trouble. He fell back on the Demon Arts. Seizing the initiative the Soul Reaper slashed his staff through the air with a shout. “Hadō #54. Haien!”
Spiritual Pressure ran along the Zanpakuto before an elongated blast of purple energy leapt forth, slashing through the air however it simply passed the feline creature and rushed towards the Quincy.
He would rather a thousand humans be slaughtered by Hollow than allow a single Quincy to escape. He’d been too weak last time to fight the first one he’d faced but now was different. Now he would fulfil his purpose as a keeper of the Balance.
He suppressed any fear or unease the abomination evoked within him but, surprisingly, he felt no need to quash a sudden rush of regret or shame.
No, it was right that he felt no grief. This wasn’t murder, it was just regulating the natural flow. This was no more a question of morality than reviewing a report after the auditor highlights a data error. He was making a correction. That was all.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Fri Jun 26, 2020 10:02 am
Kevin’s eye jumped to the weird magic the Shinigami sent flying at him and, as he did so, his curveball caught its late rotation, spinning in and catching the new beam of light a few feet away from the terrified Hollow. Particles collided, and condensed in on each other, shrinking down to a tiny pinpoint of light before exploding outward.
The force was enough to shatter the glass in several nearby buildings and place a small smooth dent in the pavement of the street, visible once the blast subsided. The Hollow was nowhere to be seen. Whether it had been blown away by the force or destroyed, Kevin had no idea. He was too busy picking himself up off the ground, having been knocked off his feat once the rapid expansion of spiritual energy overwhelmed his loose foothold.
”Goddamn that was a nice heater,” he called out to his maybe-opponent as he ran a hand back through his hair, shaking some grass free. Meridith needed to know what was going on, just in case this guy wasn’t here for a friendly competition, but he didn’t want the pajama-clad warrior know that he was calling in backup. Punching a hand into his glove, he enthusiastically called back across the distance between them. ”I didn’t know you ghost ninjas knew how to pitch like that!”
Kevin had no idea what the stranger was doing here, how he’d found him, or what his intentions were. He wasn’t sure if the man had intended to collaborate or if that strike had been destined for him. It certainly looked like a straight shot, but maybe their ancient enemies could read trajectory. The fact that he used some kind of missile instead of pulling out a sword certainly screamed that there was a little more going on behind his eyes than simply ‘swing sword, kill.’
Come to think of it, he didn’t have any sword on him, just a big ass stick. Kevin’s gritted teeth receded behind a curled smile when he noticed the man’s armaments. Could he have actually been lucky enough to come across a Shinigami who might be able to try to hit his pitch? Was this the challenge he had been looking for?
Only one way to find out.
He pulled his punched fist out of the glove slightly and began cooking up another ball, feeling the energy bend and twist to accommodate his hand, the little laces of spiritual force coming together underneath his fingers, just begging to be thrown.
The force was enough to shatter the glass in several nearby buildings and place a small smooth dent in the pavement of the street, visible once the blast subsided. The Hollow was nowhere to be seen. Whether it had been blown away by the force or destroyed, Kevin had no idea. He was too busy picking himself up off the ground, having been knocked off his feat once the rapid expansion of spiritual energy overwhelmed his loose foothold.
”Goddamn that was a nice heater,” he called out to his maybe-opponent as he ran a hand back through his hair, shaking some grass free. Meridith needed to know what was going on, just in case this guy wasn’t here for a friendly competition, but he didn’t want the pajama-clad warrior know that he was calling in backup. Punching a hand into his glove, he enthusiastically called back across the distance between them. ”I didn’t know you ghost ninjas knew how to pitch like that!”
Kevin had no idea what the stranger was doing here, how he’d found him, or what his intentions were. He wasn’t sure if the man had intended to collaborate or if that strike had been destined for him. It certainly looked like a straight shot, but maybe their ancient enemies could read trajectory. The fact that he used some kind of missile instead of pulling out a sword certainly screamed that there was a little more going on behind his eyes than simply ‘swing sword, kill.’
Come to think of it, he didn’t have any sword on him, just a big ass stick. Kevin’s gritted teeth receded behind a curled smile when he noticed the man’s armaments. Could he have actually been lucky enough to come across a Shinigami who might be able to try to hit his pitch? Was this the challenge he had been looking for?
Only one way to find out.
He pulled his punched fist out of the glove slightly and began cooking up another ball, feeling the energy bend and twist to accommodate his hand, the little laces of spiritual force coming together underneath his fingers, just begging to be thrown.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Fri Jun 26, 2020 12:11 pm
The resultant blast shocked Zenji and he instinctively threw his forearm infront of his eyes to shield himself from the debris carried with the hot shockwave that stuck him. What the hell had happened? The spell shouldn’t have simply incinerated the mortal, not caused a damned explosion! Lowing his arm the Shinigami’s heart nearly stopped as he saw the man standing there unharmed, worst he seemed pleased with what had happened.
‘Accursed Quincy!’ The realisation had suddenly struck, he had used his destructive powers to counter the spell. However it was not as the Soul Reaper would have suspected, there was no bow instead this man had simply seemed to throw a globe of destruction. So their powers weren’t uniform but they all were as heretical as the next. Zenji felt his skin crawl and shuddered as a wisp of the Quincy’s Reiatsu brushed against him. Never had he felt something so vile. Zenji’s own Spiritual Energy flared up, weakly, in an attempt to repulse the feeling. Worst he had no idea what had happened to the Quincy but his fearful mind leapt to the first conclusion. The Quincy’s power had destroyed it. The smirking monster had just condemned souls to eternal abyss, a true end, worse than any death.
“Slay the heretic. Destroy the abomination. Protect the Balance.” he whispered. It had been a line scratched into the margin of an old tome he’d found in the Clan archives. Apparently his own ancestors had fulfilled their Holy duty as they had participated in the purge. Unfortunately it appeared they had missed a few and like a sickness they had spread and spread. Well Zenji would have to simply continue the good work of those ancient Shinigami.
‘I don’t have much energy left… can I risk going hard?’ Could he risk not giving it’s all? The sheer destructive potential of the Quincy ranged attacks seemed staggering in comparison to the swing of a Zanpakuto, the Shinigami equivalent, he could only think in horror what would happen if the Quincy began spinning mystical spells.
A presence grew in his mind, stronger than ever before, Zenji blinked and the world shifted slightly. To his side stood the tall form of Binbōgami, he had never seen her outside of his own mindscape before and it surprised him. The scarred Shrine Maiden was staring darkly at the Quincy but a look he’d never seen on her face before was present.
Nervousness.
“Just do it… I may be able to help” she said without looking at him.
Zenji looked over at her. How could she help? He wasn’t sure if he even trusted her to be honest but then… what choice did he have?
Taking a deep breath he stared at the Quincy and anger flushed through him. What did this scum have to exist? These unnatural creatures! If not for them his life would be so much simpler. The Balance would be safer. Before he knew it he was yelling. “Watch your mouth mortal!” he snarled, taking Kevin’s words as mockery. “It’s a thousand years too early for your kind to challenge a God of Death!”
Zenji’s hands clapped together as if in prayer. Orange ethereal light rushed outwards illuminating the dark park around the Soul Reaper. His sharp gaze cared only for the Quincy and it’s end. He would send it’s soul on to the next life so that it may reincarnate as a normal part of the cycle.
“How’s this for a pitch.” he murmured as Reiryoku rushed to obey the Kido Master's command. This was all he had left inside of him. This battle was not going to be a slow easing into it. It was all or nothing. Zero to everything he had.
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!”
Zenji was a Master of the Demon Arts and, so, he instantly knew something was wrong. He wasn’t physically capable of supplying enough energy. This level 73 spell was basically an overpowered double casting of Hadō #33 and it, logically, required the sort of energy that such an impressive display would need. Zenji’s skill was not in doubt, it was the spirit he had left for supplying the spell, in fact his knees nearly buckled but he ignored it. Warning bells were going off in his mind, every lesson in Kidō he’d ever pointed towards this being a bad idea. Never try to cast when exhausted. Never push yourself this far. However he had no choice. The abomination had to be stopped.
Blue energy was swirling around and gathering in Zenji’s hands. If nothing else it was a fearful display of power.
He pushed on.
"On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens."
Forcing his hands outwards, palms directing towards the Quincy, he snarled. "Hadō #73. Sōren Sōkatsui!”
As he shouted Zenji realised his miscalculation. His leg buckled from weariness and one of his hands slipped. Instead of a single potent concentrated blast two lesser shots were fired. One was definitely still on course, as for the other… well, Zenji could simply pray it found it’s target.
‘Accursed Quincy!’ The realisation had suddenly struck, he had used his destructive powers to counter the spell. However it was not as the Soul Reaper would have suspected, there was no bow instead this man had simply seemed to throw a globe of destruction. So their powers weren’t uniform but they all were as heretical as the next. Zenji felt his skin crawl and shuddered as a wisp of the Quincy’s Reiatsu brushed against him. Never had he felt something so vile. Zenji’s own Spiritual Energy flared up, weakly, in an attempt to repulse the feeling. Worst he had no idea what had happened to the Quincy but his fearful mind leapt to the first conclusion. The Quincy’s power had destroyed it. The smirking monster had just condemned souls to eternal abyss, a true end, worse than any death.
“Slay the heretic. Destroy the abomination. Protect the Balance.” he whispered. It had been a line scratched into the margin of an old tome he’d found in the Clan archives. Apparently his own ancestors had fulfilled their Holy duty as they had participated in the purge. Unfortunately it appeared they had missed a few and like a sickness they had spread and spread. Well Zenji would have to simply continue the good work of those ancient Shinigami.
‘I don’t have much energy left… can I risk going hard?’ Could he risk not giving it’s all? The sheer destructive potential of the Quincy ranged attacks seemed staggering in comparison to the swing of a Zanpakuto, the Shinigami equivalent, he could only think in horror what would happen if the Quincy began spinning mystical spells.
A presence grew in his mind, stronger than ever before, Zenji blinked and the world shifted slightly. To his side stood the tall form of Binbōgami, he had never seen her outside of his own mindscape before and it surprised him. The scarred Shrine Maiden was staring darkly at the Quincy but a look he’d never seen on her face before was present.
Nervousness.
“Just do it… I may be able to help” she said without looking at him.
Zenji looked over at her. How could she help? He wasn’t sure if he even trusted her to be honest but then… what choice did he have?
Taking a deep breath he stared at the Quincy and anger flushed through him. What did this scum have to exist? These unnatural creatures! If not for them his life would be so much simpler. The Balance would be safer. Before he knew it he was yelling. “Watch your mouth mortal!” he snarled, taking Kevin’s words as mockery. “It’s a thousand years too early for your kind to challenge a God of Death!”
Zenji’s hands clapped together as if in prayer. Orange ethereal light rushed outwards illuminating the dark park around the Soul Reaper. His sharp gaze cared only for the Quincy and it’s end. He would send it’s soul on to the next life so that it may reincarnate as a normal part of the cycle.
“How’s this for a pitch.” he murmured as Reiryoku rushed to obey the Kido Master's command. This was all he had left inside of him. This battle was not going to be a slow easing into it. It was all or nothing. Zero to everything he had.
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!”
Zenji was a Master of the Demon Arts and, so, he instantly knew something was wrong. He wasn’t physically capable of supplying enough energy. This level 73 spell was basically an overpowered double casting of Hadō #33 and it, logically, required the sort of energy that such an impressive display would need. Zenji’s skill was not in doubt, it was the spirit he had left for supplying the spell, in fact his knees nearly buckled but he ignored it. Warning bells were going off in his mind, every lesson in Kidō he’d ever pointed towards this being a bad idea. Never try to cast when exhausted. Never push yourself this far. However he had no choice. The abomination had to be stopped.
Blue energy was swirling around and gathering in Zenji’s hands. If nothing else it was a fearful display of power.
He pushed on.
"On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens."
Forcing his hands outwards, palms directing towards the Quincy, he snarled. "Hadō #73. Sōren Sōkatsui!”
As he shouted Zenji realised his miscalculation. His leg buckled from weariness and one of his hands slipped. Instead of a single potent concentrated blast two lesser shots were fired. One was definitely still on course, as for the other… well, Zenji could simply pray it found it’s target.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Fri Jun 26, 2020 2:47 pm
He’d let the ‘God of Death’ line slide. Kevin had always found that concept more than a little hokey. They weren’t gods, they were a bunch of douchebag ghosts that killed a bunch of people a thousand years ago and who freaked Meridith out to no end. Who called themselves a god, anyway? Eminem, sure, but he had lyrics that came at you like supersonic.
”Oh, shit yeah,” Kevin muttered as the idea came to him. Leaning his mouth down to the cell phone tucked in the pocket of his off-white dress shirt, he clearly enunciated, ”Okay, Google. Play Eminem’s Rap God.” The phone chimed in and, over the muffled sounds coming from the FaceTime he had going with his young Quincy friend, he got his epic battle music.
”What the fuck are you saying? Quit talking in riddles, bro!” Kevin shouted over the song intro, not sure what Zenji was doing with his incantation but feeling more than a little offput by his words. The Shinigami had a crazy look in his eye as far as Kevin could see from his position, and he was starting to wonder if the staff wielder was right in the head.
”Kevin 3:16 says I’m gonna kick your ass!” he shouted back as the Shinigami finally launched his attack, a devious double ball! That was no fair! What kind of person threw two balls at once?
One of them looked like it was going to land well outside of the strike zone, but the other was a nice tasty meatball straight up the middle. Charging forward instead of sticking to his makeshift mound, Kevin bolted toward the Shinigami.
Hurling the gathered reishi sidearm, he let his throw lead the way, the ball colliding with the ray of energy in front of him shortly before the other collided with the ground to his back. Thankfully, having seen what happens when they collided before, Kevin knew to push up his tempo this time around. Coming out on the other side, he caught the shockwave from the two bursts, flying through the air and landing on the ground a few feet in front of the Shinigami.
His shirt was around his throwing wrist, the fabric blown apart by the sheer energy he had just released. Though Kevin didn’t notice it, his whole forearm had begun to glow with a faint blue energy. ”Fancy some extra innings with your stick, boy? I’ve been wanting to see what happens if one of you manages to hit my pitch ever since I heard about you.”
His competitive aura surged at the thought, the sounds of a roaring crowd coming from everywhere around the two of them and matching in intensity with the fresh rap beats coming from his pocket. Little wisps of bluish energy shot down from his elbow and he punched his hand into the glove again and got another ball ready.
It was on.
Play ball.
”Oh, shit yeah,” Kevin muttered as the idea came to him. Leaning his mouth down to the cell phone tucked in the pocket of his off-white dress shirt, he clearly enunciated, ”Okay, Google. Play Eminem’s Rap God.” The phone chimed in and, over the muffled sounds coming from the FaceTime he had going with his young Quincy friend, he got his epic battle music.
”What the fuck are you saying? Quit talking in riddles, bro!” Kevin shouted over the song intro, not sure what Zenji was doing with his incantation but feeling more than a little offput by his words. The Shinigami had a crazy look in his eye as far as Kevin could see from his position, and he was starting to wonder if the staff wielder was right in the head.
”Kevin 3:16 says I’m gonna kick your ass!” he shouted back as the Shinigami finally launched his attack, a devious double ball! That was no fair! What kind of person threw two balls at once?
One of them looked like it was going to land well outside of the strike zone, but the other was a nice tasty meatball straight up the middle. Charging forward instead of sticking to his makeshift mound, Kevin bolted toward the Shinigami.
Hurling the gathered reishi sidearm, he let his throw lead the way, the ball colliding with the ray of energy in front of him shortly before the other collided with the ground to his back. Thankfully, having seen what happens when they collided before, Kevin knew to push up his tempo this time around. Coming out on the other side, he caught the shockwave from the two bursts, flying through the air and landing on the ground a few feet in front of the Shinigami.
His shirt was around his throwing wrist, the fabric blown apart by the sheer energy he had just released. Though Kevin didn’t notice it, his whole forearm had begun to glow with a faint blue energy. ”Fancy some extra innings with your stick, boy? I’ve been wanting to see what happens if one of you manages to hit my pitch ever since I heard about you.”
His competitive aura surged at the thought, the sounds of a roaring crowd coming from everywhere around the two of them and matching in intensity with the fresh rap beats coming from his pocket. Little wisps of bluish energy shot down from his elbow and he punched his hand into the glove again and got another ball ready.
It was on.
Play ball.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Fri Jun 26, 2020 3:32 pm
It took slamming the staff into the ground and leaning on it to catch himself from falling. Zenji cursed himself for such a novice mistake, he should have gone with a double casting of lesser level incantations instead. Well the deed was done. Worst the mortal was babbling in what might as well have been an incomprehensible language. About 90% of what came out of the Quincy’s mouth meant absolutely nothing to Zenji. What the hell was an inning? And who were the 3 and 16 Kevins? Well it didn’t matter. The words were meaningless. Zenji just had to keep moving.
Breathing heavily the Soul Reaper charged forward before his spell even struck true. Unfortunately it appeared like one was definitely going to miss but he had hopes that at least half of the High Level Demon Art would strike, and shatter, the destroyer’s body. Unfortunately he had to accelerate himself with nothing but normal foot power being unable to summon any spare strength to boost himself with Hohō. He just needed to get close enough to finish the job with his own bare hands, it was not his preferred method of dispatching the enemy but frankly at this point he’d do whatever it took to finish this and go home.
As he got closer the ground shook, the missed hit impacting somewhere further than his opponents distance, but the second beam suddenly detonated in midair. The resultant shockwave caused Zenji’s rather pathetic run forward to come to a halt as dirt was kicked up across the area. Any need to move forward was removed as, appearing like magic, the mortal appeared standing directly in front of him. He was faster than Zenji had expected from a Human but then these things weren’t really Human.
The man’s Spiritual Pressure crashed into Zenji and he forced everything he had left of his own energy to explode outwards in response. He would never manage to summon up a spell quick enough to stop the man, not as worn out as he was, so instead he forced the Reiryoku to flow down his staff causing orange sparks to dance along the Zanpakuto. In theory he understood Shunko, frankly it was a simple thing just being energy in a circuit, but doing it was another matter especially when trying to force it down an object.
Maybe this would work and maybe it wouldn’t.
He had only one strike left in him.
With a flare of his Reiatsu, for a moment appearing to shroud the Shinigami in flame, Zenji stepped straight into the Quincy as a new ball was beginning to form and Zenji’s sparking weapon flicked out in a rough approximation of a bojutsu strike aimed at the mortal’s temple.
Breathing heavily the Soul Reaper charged forward before his spell even struck true. Unfortunately it appeared like one was definitely going to miss but he had hopes that at least half of the High Level Demon Art would strike, and shatter, the destroyer’s body. Unfortunately he had to accelerate himself with nothing but normal foot power being unable to summon any spare strength to boost himself with Hohō. He just needed to get close enough to finish the job with his own bare hands, it was not his preferred method of dispatching the enemy but frankly at this point he’d do whatever it took to finish this and go home.
As he got closer the ground shook, the missed hit impacting somewhere further than his opponents distance, but the second beam suddenly detonated in midair. The resultant shockwave caused Zenji’s rather pathetic run forward to come to a halt as dirt was kicked up across the area. Any need to move forward was removed as, appearing like magic, the mortal appeared standing directly in front of him. He was faster than Zenji had expected from a Human but then these things weren’t really Human.
The man’s Spiritual Pressure crashed into Zenji and he forced everything he had left of his own energy to explode outwards in response. He would never manage to summon up a spell quick enough to stop the man, not as worn out as he was, so instead he forced the Reiryoku to flow down his staff causing orange sparks to dance along the Zanpakuto. In theory he understood Shunko, frankly it was a simple thing just being energy in a circuit, but doing it was another matter especially when trying to force it down an object.
Maybe this would work and maybe it wouldn’t.
He had only one strike left in him.
With a flare of his Reiatsu, for a moment appearing to shroud the Shinigami in flame, Zenji stepped straight into the Quincy as a new ball was beginning to form and Zenji’s sparking weapon flicked out in a rough approximation of a bojutsu strike aimed at the mortal’s temple.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Fri Jun 26, 2020 4:02 pm
He should have expected it, but Kevin was too deadest on a proper baseball battle to realize that staves were more than just walking sticks used by wizards in movies. Still casually palming the ball of energy in his hand, the Quincy did nothing to stop the strike. A reflexive flinch was all that saved him a worse fate as he was walloped in the ear.
The impact was so sudden, so unexpectedly forceful. Kevin felt the second blow before he’d had time to process the first, colliding with the ground on his shoulder as a trickle of blood started to drip from the side of his head. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. They were supposed to compete honorably. They were supposed to find out who was better. Kevin wasn’t supposed to get smacked around by a fucking stick.
”Motherfucker,” he steamed angrily, crawling up clumsily from his downed position. As he pressed on the ground, the ball of energy receded up into his arm. The glow intensified as the particles dispersed beyond the elbow, this time cutting off at his shoulder. Flexing his muscles, the veins in his arm bulged out with a mixture of his raw physical strength and the reinforcement of the energy he had previously been throwing.
”I wanted to do this the fun way,” he said as the small river of red dripped onto his shirt. His eyes were aflame as he gripped Zenji by the shoulder with his gloved hand and reeled back with his positively glowing fist. The crowd wasn’t just cheering vaguely anymore. They were chanting his name and calling for blood. ”You just had to go and do something like that.”
The first punch came for the Shinigami’s stomach, driving inward with the enhancement of the strange energy flowing up Kevin’s arm and sending bright lights spiraling outward from the point of impact.
Strike one.
”Why can’t you bastards just do your fucking jobs?” he asked with increased fury, driving another fist into Zenji’s stomach, the lightshow repeating and intensifying. It felt wrong for Kevin to be doing this, but he was beyond the point of caring. He was supposed to be above this kind of brutality. This nonsense would have earned him a suspension back in the big leagues. The Shinigami had started it, though.
Strike two.
”We’re better than you.” he spat, drawing his arm back one last time. No more gut shots, it was time to take the gold. ”Get on my fucking level!” Channeling his best Iron Mike Tyson, Kevin pulled his glove off the dazed reaper and followed through hard. Fist met face and followed through. It was only due to his lack of understanding of his own abilities that the surge of energy came after the punch, a blast of bright light firing off and careening into an empty bakery behind where Zenji’s head had been moments before.
Strike three. Yer out!
The hulking Quincy stumbled after the haymaker, falling forward slightly thanks to no longer having his grip on his punching bag. After a brief moment spent getting his footing, he turned back around to face his foe, doubling over slightly and panting from the sheer expulsion of never before felt raw power he had just experienced.
The impact was so sudden, so unexpectedly forceful. Kevin felt the second blow before he’d had time to process the first, colliding with the ground on his shoulder as a trickle of blood started to drip from the side of his head. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. They were supposed to compete honorably. They were supposed to find out who was better. Kevin wasn’t supposed to get smacked around by a fucking stick.
”Motherfucker,” he steamed angrily, crawling up clumsily from his downed position. As he pressed on the ground, the ball of energy receded up into his arm. The glow intensified as the particles dispersed beyond the elbow, this time cutting off at his shoulder. Flexing his muscles, the veins in his arm bulged out with a mixture of his raw physical strength and the reinforcement of the energy he had previously been throwing.
”I wanted to do this the fun way,” he said as the small river of red dripped onto his shirt. His eyes were aflame as he gripped Zenji by the shoulder with his gloved hand and reeled back with his positively glowing fist. The crowd wasn’t just cheering vaguely anymore. They were chanting his name and calling for blood. ”You just had to go and do something like that.”
The first punch came for the Shinigami’s stomach, driving inward with the enhancement of the strange energy flowing up Kevin’s arm and sending bright lights spiraling outward from the point of impact.
Strike one.
”Why can’t you bastards just do your fucking jobs?” he asked with increased fury, driving another fist into Zenji’s stomach, the lightshow repeating and intensifying. It felt wrong for Kevin to be doing this, but he was beyond the point of caring. He was supposed to be above this kind of brutality. This nonsense would have earned him a suspension back in the big leagues. The Shinigami had started it, though.
Strike two.
”We’re better than you.” he spat, drawing his arm back one last time. No more gut shots, it was time to take the gold. ”Get on my fucking level!” Channeling his best Iron Mike Tyson, Kevin pulled his glove off the dazed reaper and followed through hard. Fist met face and followed through. It was only due to his lack of understanding of his own abilities that the surge of energy came after the punch, a blast of bright light firing off and careening into an empty bakery behind where Zenji’s head had been moments before.
Strike three. Yer out!
The hulking Quincy stumbled after the haymaker, falling forward slightly thanks to no longer having his grip on his punching bag. After a brief moment spent getting his footing, he turned back around to face his foe, doubling over slightly and panting from the sheer expulsion of never before felt raw power he had just experienced.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Fri Jun 26, 2020 4:45 pm
He actually hit something! He felt a moment of exhilaration at the impact of the metal head against Kevin, the rings jangling with the satisfying blow, this might have been the first such success ever! ‘That’s what you deserve mortal!’ The thought gleefully bouncing through his mind. The euphoria soon passed however as he realised that other than drawing a touch of blood, and briefing stunning the mortal, the only thing he’d managed to do was piss off the Quincy.
‘What else was I meant to do?’ he thought with a creeping sensation of futility mixing with the overwhelming feeling of enervation seemed to turn his bones to lead. Even with two hands his Zanpakuto trembled slightly as he struggled to keep a hold of it. His vision had even begun to blur but Zenji remained standing. He wouldn’t show weakness to the Quincy.
The man grabbed him and pain shot up his neck as the wound suffered from the earlier Hollow battle was agitated. He’d momentarily forgot about that. Strange. As the glowing fist was drawn back Zenji gave what little resistance he could summon but his attempts to free himself only caused his injury to ache all the more.
The first punch narrowed his world to one of pain. It felt like he’d just been stabbed in the stomach as air escaped him in an agonised gasp, he tried to catch his breath but it was impossible. The only other sensation was the shooting ache down his left arm but that was a mere annoyance compared to the Quincy’s blow.
He tried to open his eyes but his body simply wasn’t obeying. He could hear however. The ignorant prattle by the Quincy was more bothersome than any torture. A second blow smashed straight into the same spot causing Zenji to give a dry heaving sound as he fell against his assaulter. His Zanpakuto was still in his hand, somehow, but he couldn’t use it. Not now.
Gasping for what little air he could manage a pained whisper escaped him. “You’re all… going to die. Just like last time… we’re com-” his promises were cut off by the third, and worst, of the strikes. It cracked into his face, definitely breaking something, and the Soul Reaper dropped immediately now that Kevin was no longer holding him upright.
Zenji lay flat on his back, his consciousness fading, and he almost welcomed it. He wasn’t even afraid for the continued existence of his own Soul. He was only sorry that he’d failed. How many more innocents would be thrown out of the cycle because of this abomination. They thought themselves defenders whether of themselves or of the world but all they did was hasten the end of everything.
‘Ignorant… savages...’
Something lingered over the Shinigami. Through an act of sheer will Zenji opened his eyes slowly expecting to see Kevin standing there, ready to deliver the finishing blow. Instead it was the scarred face of Binbōgami looking down at her wielder with a mixed expression of annoyance and disgust. Zenji was too exhausted to even be surprised anymore. Perhaps she’d simply come to say goodbye.
“He certainly fucked you up.” she said with disdain.
Well maybe not.
But she wasn’t wrong. He had failed here. The first Quincy he’d ever faced off against and he couldn’t even bring him down. Still perhaps his death should be as pathetic as his life. Maybe it was fitting.
“Are you ready to suck it up and finish this?”
Zenji frowned as he looked past her head, not really listening, strangely it seemed the clouds weren’t moving anymore… no they definitely weren’t moving. Had she done this? Looking back at her he simply frowned in confusion, unable to even speak through the pain as he felt like his life force was draining away.
“Well? Aren’t you Zenji Hatayama? You’re the last one right? Don’t just quit!”
The words were like a slap to the face. She was right. If he died, who would continue his work? Who would protect the Hatayama. Most importantly who would drive forth the effort to extinguish the abominable Quincy? Who would carry the burden of the Soul King’s Divine Mandate. No one else could be trusted. It had to be him.
Binbōgami had her hand held out towards him. “Take it.”
A trembling limb began to rise, every movement pain and he gasped from the effort, it was like trying to push up the world. At last his hand caught hers. He felt the warmth of her skin on his. Had she ever felt so solid before? No she’d never really let him make physical contact before. The Spirit’s other hand brushed back her hair as she leant down and lightly kissed Zenji on the lips. “Say it.”
The clouds began to move again. The woman was gone. In his hand, rather than her hand, was his Staff. A steam of energy was pouring into him from the weapon. It wasn’t much but it would be enough. Driving the staff into the ground he used the supplied strength to force himself to his feet. Strangely his wounds didn’t seem to hurt so much anymore.
He held the staff out in front of him and everything just made sense. Why had it taken this long for him to know what to do? He didn't even need to ask the Spirit what "it" was.
Taking a deep breath before letting it out he looked over at the Quincy. This wasn’t over yet. Just seeing the mortal caused a sudden rush of anger to flood through him as a pillar of orange Spiritual Energy exploded upwards encompassing the Shinigami as the words left his lips.
“Jubaku, Binbōgami.”
‘What else was I meant to do?’ he thought with a creeping sensation of futility mixing with the overwhelming feeling of enervation seemed to turn his bones to lead. Even with two hands his Zanpakuto trembled slightly as he struggled to keep a hold of it. His vision had even begun to blur but Zenji remained standing. He wouldn’t show weakness to the Quincy.
The man grabbed him and pain shot up his neck as the wound suffered from the earlier Hollow battle was agitated. He’d momentarily forgot about that. Strange. As the glowing fist was drawn back Zenji gave what little resistance he could summon but his attempts to free himself only caused his injury to ache all the more.
The first punch narrowed his world to one of pain. It felt like he’d just been stabbed in the stomach as air escaped him in an agonised gasp, he tried to catch his breath but it was impossible. The only other sensation was the shooting ache down his left arm but that was a mere annoyance compared to the Quincy’s blow.
He tried to open his eyes but his body simply wasn’t obeying. He could hear however. The ignorant prattle by the Quincy was more bothersome than any torture. A second blow smashed straight into the same spot causing Zenji to give a dry heaving sound as he fell against his assaulter. His Zanpakuto was still in his hand, somehow, but he couldn’t use it. Not now.
Gasping for what little air he could manage a pained whisper escaped him. “You’re all… going to die. Just like last time… we’re com-” his promises were cut off by the third, and worst, of the strikes. It cracked into his face, definitely breaking something, and the Soul Reaper dropped immediately now that Kevin was no longer holding him upright.
Zenji lay flat on his back, his consciousness fading, and he almost welcomed it. He wasn’t even afraid for the continued existence of his own Soul. He was only sorry that he’d failed. How many more innocents would be thrown out of the cycle because of this abomination. They thought themselves defenders whether of themselves or of the world but all they did was hasten the end of everything.
‘Ignorant… savages...’
Something lingered over the Shinigami. Through an act of sheer will Zenji opened his eyes slowly expecting to see Kevin standing there, ready to deliver the finishing blow. Instead it was the scarred face of Binbōgami looking down at her wielder with a mixed expression of annoyance and disgust. Zenji was too exhausted to even be surprised anymore. Perhaps she’d simply come to say goodbye.
“He certainly fucked you up.” she said with disdain.
Well maybe not.
But she wasn’t wrong. He had failed here. The first Quincy he’d ever faced off against and he couldn’t even bring him down. Still perhaps his death should be as pathetic as his life. Maybe it was fitting.
“Are you ready to suck it up and finish this?”
Zenji frowned as he looked past her head, not really listening, strangely it seemed the clouds weren’t moving anymore… no they definitely weren’t moving. Had she done this? Looking back at her he simply frowned in confusion, unable to even speak through the pain as he felt like his life force was draining away.
“Well? Aren’t you Zenji Hatayama? You’re the last one right? Don’t just quit!”
The words were like a slap to the face. She was right. If he died, who would continue his work? Who would protect the Hatayama. Most importantly who would drive forth the effort to extinguish the abominable Quincy? Who would carry the burden of the Soul King’s Divine Mandate. No one else could be trusted. It had to be him.
Binbōgami had her hand held out towards him. “Take it.”
A trembling limb began to rise, every movement pain and he gasped from the effort, it was like trying to push up the world. At last his hand caught hers. He felt the warmth of her skin on his. Had she ever felt so solid before? No she’d never really let him make physical contact before. The Spirit’s other hand brushed back her hair as she leant down and lightly kissed Zenji on the lips. “Say it.”
The clouds began to move again. The woman was gone. In his hand, rather than her hand, was his Staff. A steam of energy was pouring into him from the weapon. It wasn’t much but it would be enough. Driving the staff into the ground he used the supplied strength to force himself to his feet. Strangely his wounds didn’t seem to hurt so much anymore.
He held the staff out in front of him and everything just made sense. Why had it taken this long for him to know what to do? He didn't even need to ask the Spirit what "it" was.
Taking a deep breath before letting it out he looked over at the Quincy. This wasn’t over yet. Just seeing the mortal caused a sudden rush of anger to flood through him as a pillar of orange Spiritual Energy exploded upwards encompassing the Shinigami as the words left his lips.
“Jubaku, Binbōgami.”
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Fri Jun 26, 2020 5:18 pm
This son of a bitch just didn’t know when to stay down. The threat to kill all Quincy was alarming in and of itself, so long as that was what he actually meant. He didn’t want to think about the possibilities of what might happen if the so called ‘Gods of Death’ had decided to kill off all life on Earth. Had their egos finally gotten big enough that they decided that their fascist hellhole needed to encompass every soul and not just the ones currently living there?
”I don’t want to have to kill anyone, shitbag,” he panted, taking a shaky step forward. Those punches had taken more out of him than he’d thought, and the concussion wasn’t helping matters either. At the back of his ringing head, he wondered if Meridith knew any treatments that could help with those. He had to get to her first, though, and that meant putting this fool back down.
Kevin had to shake his head to clear some of the haze out of his eyes. He gave his arm a tentative squeeze, feeling the power still surging inside. At least his primary weapon wasn’t out of sorts, even if the rest of his body was feeling awful. ”Just start speaking like a normal person and quit doing all this jubliogami stuff. I won. You lost. Give the fuck up,” he insisted, pointing a finger down at the glowing man, ”Don't make me beat you like that dog girl."
”I don’t want to have to kill anyone, shitbag,” he panted, taking a shaky step forward. Those punches had taken more out of him than he’d thought, and the concussion wasn’t helping matters either. At the back of his ringing head, he wondered if Meridith knew any treatments that could help with those. He had to get to her first, though, and that meant putting this fool back down.
Kevin had to shake his head to clear some of the haze out of his eyes. He gave his arm a tentative squeeze, feeling the power still surging inside. At least his primary weapon wasn’t out of sorts, even if the rest of his body was feeling awful. ”Just start speaking like a normal person and quit doing all this jubliogami stuff. I won. You lost. Give the fuck up,” he insisted, pointing a finger down at the glowing man, ”Don't make me beat you like that dog girl."
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Sat Jun 27, 2020 3:44 pm
With the comforting warmth of the orange glow Zenji watched while his staff became afire with energy. The wood began to crack, break while peeling away and evaporating into the glow around him revealing a small guardless blade as if hidden within the sealed Zanpakuto. Reaching out he grabbed the kaiken, the blade no longer than 13 cms. It was the sort of thing used for rituals or ceremonies, certainly not a weapon design meant to be used in combat, light in the hand.
He held it up and smiled because he knew it wasn’t meant for physical combat. It was strange just knowing something, as if the information had been directly implanted into his mind, but it made sense. It made sense in a way did it not? This weapon was a manifestation of a part of his soul so it was only natural that he’d understand it. So he knew exactly what he had to say next.
“Yaku”
A soft hissing sound filled the quiet night air. Black mist was leaking off the weapon at a rapid place, the blade disintegrating along with it. It began to spread out swiftly in all directions. Zenji only had moments to bask in the glory of his accomplishments until the abomination’s voice cut through the air like nails running down a blackboard. Zenji felt like he’d been struck in the stomach again by the words the Quincy spoke.
Dog girl…
Yuki Kameko of Fifth Squad was left for dead - damaged by unidentified spiritual weapons and barely stable. Watari's words from the recent clandestine meeting.
The Soul Reaper’s expression darkened. This was the one who had done it? The one who had so nearly killed Yuki, so nearly annihilated her Soul from the cycle, was this creature? He was trembling slightly when he spoke. “Ooh… is that so...” Zenji’s voice was coming out oddly. There was a strange calmness in stark contrast to his furious expression. His tone even trembled slightly. “... well it looks like it’s your lucky day Quincy. You won’t have to wait for the destruction of your abominable race...”
Zenji knew he barely had the energy left for another confrontation, the initial burst he’d received from Binbōgami had been a minor loan at best but that wouldn’t be the case for long. “Nomihosu” he whispered. He felt a flicker in the dark mist as it shifted to accept the new command. He only needed a little more time to slaughter the man before him.
Meanwhile, to any outsider, one couldn’t say the beat up looking black robed man holding a bladeless weapon looked like any real threat to anything.
"Come Monk of Destruction. It’s time to end this.”
He held it up and smiled because he knew it wasn’t meant for physical combat. It was strange just knowing something, as if the information had been directly implanted into his mind, but it made sense. It made sense in a way did it not? This weapon was a manifestation of a part of his soul so it was only natural that he’d understand it. So he knew exactly what he had to say next.
“Yaku”
A soft hissing sound filled the quiet night air. Black mist was leaking off the weapon at a rapid place, the blade disintegrating along with it. It began to spread out swiftly in all directions. Zenji only had moments to bask in the glory of his accomplishments until the abomination’s voice cut through the air like nails running down a blackboard. Zenji felt like he’d been struck in the stomach again by the words the Quincy spoke.
Dog girl…
Yuki Kameko of Fifth Squad was left for dead - damaged by unidentified spiritual weapons and barely stable. Watari's words from the recent clandestine meeting.
The Soul Reaper’s expression darkened. This was the one who had done it? The one who had so nearly killed Yuki, so nearly annihilated her Soul from the cycle, was this creature? He was trembling slightly when he spoke. “Ooh… is that so...” Zenji’s voice was coming out oddly. There was a strange calmness in stark contrast to his furious expression. His tone even trembled slightly. “... well it looks like it’s your lucky day Quincy. You won’t have to wait for the destruction of your abominable race...”
Zenji knew he barely had the energy left for another confrontation, the initial burst he’d received from Binbōgami had been a minor loan at best but that wouldn’t be the case for long. “Nomihosu” he whispered. He felt a flicker in the dark mist as it shifted to accept the new command. He only needed a little more time to slaughter the man before him.
Meanwhile, to any outsider, one couldn’t say the beat up looking black robed man holding a bladeless weapon looked like any real threat to anything.
"Come Monk of Destruction. It’s time to end this.”
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Sat Jun 27, 2020 5:08 pm
”I’m not a monk. Do I look like some fat balding guy?” Kevin asked, confusion from what he saw going on with the Shinigami’s staff making him sound dumber than he had intended to. Had he beaten him so bad that the guy’s weapon broke? There were stories during his training that he’d half-listened to about how their swords were a part of them or something, but Kevin never thought he’d beat one of them so bad they’d lose their weapon.
He was asking for an end to their fight, though he remained standing and defiant. This must be how Shinigami surrendered. He’d seen it in tons of old samurai movies, so it made sense. He probably had to look good for the other ghosts otherwise they’d make fun of him. With a shrug, Kevin flexed his fingers and walked forward, the glow flickering up his arm as he walked through the mist that had been the Death God’s staff moments before.
”Do you guys have health insurance, or should I just leave you at the same hospital as before?” Kevin taunted as he wound his fist back. Up close, he could really see how punchable his opponent’s face was. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see anything lurking in the mist at his feet. Just as he started his follow-though, Kevin’s foot caught on something.
”Oh shit!” he shouted, colliding with the ground and driving his fist into the pavement. The spiritual energy buffering the limb protected him from shattering his fingers on the hard concrete, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. There was nothing to be gained from giving the Shinigami a nice big target in the middle of all the fog, though, and Kevin quickly scrambled to pick himself back up, the cloud sticking to him as an unpleasant haze for a few brief moments before it finally started to rejoin the rest of the mass at his feet.
”Okay, take two,” he declared, his hair a mess as he furiously glared at his foe and started walking forward again, his fist pulling back again to ready another punch as little wisps of smoke started to tug and pull at the light surrounding his enhanced limb.
He was asking for an end to their fight, though he remained standing and defiant. This must be how Shinigami surrendered. He’d seen it in tons of old samurai movies, so it made sense. He probably had to look good for the other ghosts otherwise they’d make fun of him. With a shrug, Kevin flexed his fingers and walked forward, the glow flickering up his arm as he walked through the mist that had been the Death God’s staff moments before.
”Do you guys have health insurance, or should I just leave you at the same hospital as before?” Kevin taunted as he wound his fist back. Up close, he could really see how punchable his opponent’s face was. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see anything lurking in the mist at his feet. Just as he started his follow-though, Kevin’s foot caught on something.
”Oh shit!” he shouted, colliding with the ground and driving his fist into the pavement. The spiritual energy buffering the limb protected him from shattering his fingers on the hard concrete, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. There was nothing to be gained from giving the Shinigami a nice big target in the middle of all the fog, though, and Kevin quickly scrambled to pick himself back up, the cloud sticking to him as an unpleasant haze for a few brief moments before it finally started to rejoin the rest of the mass at his feet.
”Okay, take two,” he declared, his hair a mess as he furiously glared at his foe and started walking forward again, his fist pulling back again to ready another punch as little wisps of smoke started to tug and pull at the light surrounding his enhanced limb.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Sat Jun 27, 2020 9:10 pm
The man didn’t even know his damn history. Not only was he a destructive threat to existence but he didn’t even know about his past well enough to understand the title. Zenji’s stance dropped slightly into a basic fighting stance as the man prepared himself for another fight. The damn arm of his was still glowing. The Soul Reaper ignored the question about health insurance and hospitals because, frankly, he didn’t understand it. One just went to healers and got healed when injured, right?
The strange information upload that had struck Zenji earlier came once more as he watched the approaching man suddenly slip and vanish into the waist high opaque mist. Ah right. Bad luck. It seemed that his mind was processing the newly acquired information around the Shikai’s abilities in portions. The precious time it took for Kevin to regain his feet meant all the more energy that Zenji would have at his disposal. Whatever his Zanpakuto had done to help lessen the agony of his injuries earlier was already beginning to fade. Best work fast.
Instead of trying to get range, as was the Kido users typical tactics, he stepped into melee range just as the Quincy did likewise. Unlike Kevin he didn’t feel the need to spit out one liners. He was focused on ending this abominations existence. May the Soul King grant him existence as a true and innocent Soul in the next cycle.
As the punch came in Zenji’s hand came up to block, up it was relatively loose, with no strength to stop any sort of kinetic energy. “Greetings Lady Kameko. I am Zenji and I have the honour of sharing what little wisdom I have around the Mystical Arts with your ladyship.”
His dark eyes, unbeknownst to the Shinigami, were shimmering orange as if his own Spiritual Energy had flooded into them. The almost glowing gaze met the hazel eyes of his opponent. “Bakudō #8. Seki.” a little blue orb formed a few inches away from the rear of Zenji’s hand. When the punch came close to it the Quincy’s arm would be repelled backwards with great force.
Zenji, not wanting to miss a beat, decided to continue although for now he had decided to stick to the lower level spells for the sake of efficiency. The same hand that he’d used to block the attack lowered slightly, finger pointed straight at the Quincy’s right shoulder, the one he’d been using to throw the energy attacks, and Zenji spoke again, calmly despite his injuries and the situation. “Hadō #4. Byakurai.” as the words left his lips the spell was already powered. A static flicker of energy and the condensed blue Spiritual Energy blasted forth in a slender beam like a small bolt of lightning.
The strange information upload that had struck Zenji earlier came once more as he watched the approaching man suddenly slip and vanish into the waist high opaque mist. Ah right. Bad luck. It seemed that his mind was processing the newly acquired information around the Shikai’s abilities in portions. The precious time it took for Kevin to regain his feet meant all the more energy that Zenji would have at his disposal. Whatever his Zanpakuto had done to help lessen the agony of his injuries earlier was already beginning to fade. Best work fast.
Instead of trying to get range, as was the Kido users typical tactics, he stepped into melee range just as the Quincy did likewise. Unlike Kevin he didn’t feel the need to spit out one liners. He was focused on ending this abominations existence. May the Soul King grant him existence as a true and innocent Soul in the next cycle.
As the punch came in Zenji’s hand came up to block, up it was relatively loose, with no strength to stop any sort of kinetic energy. “Greetings Lady Kameko. I am Zenji and I have the honour of sharing what little wisdom I have around the Mystical Arts with your ladyship.”
His dark eyes, unbeknownst to the Shinigami, were shimmering orange as if his own Spiritual Energy had flooded into them. The almost glowing gaze met the hazel eyes of his opponent. “Bakudō #8. Seki.” a little blue orb formed a few inches away from the rear of Zenji’s hand. When the punch came close to it the Quincy’s arm would be repelled backwards with great force.
Zenji, not wanting to miss a beat, decided to continue although for now he had decided to stick to the lower level spells for the sake of efficiency. The same hand that he’d used to block the attack lowered slightly, finger pointed straight at the Quincy’s right shoulder, the one he’d been using to throw the energy attacks, and Zenji spoke again, calmly despite his injuries and the situation. “Hadō #4. Byakurai.” as the words left his lips the spell was already powered. A static flicker of energy and the condensed blue Spiritual Energy blasted forth in a slender beam like a small bolt of lightning.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Sun Jun 28, 2020 12:10 am
Oh, this was gonna be a great haymaker. The stumbling had been awkward, but if that was all the mist could do, he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. There was more than enough juice in his fist to drop this clown without needing a big follow-through.
Kevin’s smiling gaze met Zenji’s and, for a moment, he didn’t understand what he was seeing. Why was the Shinigami so confident? Why did he insist in talking in these weird words and numbers? ”I told you to quit doing that, damn it!” he shouted as his right hook drove in at the Quincy’s cheek, just in time to be intersected by a ball of force. As when their energies had first clashed, a brilliant flash popped into being, but the force of this one was directed almost exclusively at Kevin.
He didn’t just loose his footing. The bigger, stronger man full-on careened backward, being blasted away from the individual he’d now come to realize was some kind of wizar and crashing into the branches of a tree back in the park that he’d first been standing in. He could hear something snapping on impact, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like it was the tree.
A pained gasp came from his mouth as he flipped his head back around just in time to catch the second spell. Some sort of energy was careening straight toward him, and he hardly had any time to react. Drawing in any vestiges of energy, Kevin was shocked to find that his power had somehow been taken down way more than he’d expected. It felt like he’d just pitched a full game.
Bottom of the 9th, runners at the corners, two runs up, but their cleanup was at the plate and looked to have his number.
Kevin threw what he could into the Hado, hitting the wave of energy head on with a blast of his own. It wasn’t enough to stop the full destructive force of the Shinigami’s magic. The entire top of the tree was burned away and Kevin found himself plummeting several feet below, colliding with the ground uneasily and quickly discovering that the thing that he’d heard snap was in fact his ankle.
The bastard had matched his best chance, sending the proverbial ball flying for the bleachers. Kevin's only hope was that an outfielder showed up to make a miraculous save, because otherwise this game was lost.
Taking a knee, he held up both of his hands in a T shape, praying that the Shinigami valued sportsmanship. The energy was gone from his pitching arm, he was still bleeding form his head, and he wasn’t going to be running anywhere soon. ”Time out, man. Time out. You got me, okay?” he shouted back to the magical ninja ghost. There were all kinds of ways this could go against him, and the man’s limited words so far didn’t make him sound like the merciful type. ”Look, I saved the dog girl. That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?”
Kevin’s smiling gaze met Zenji’s and, for a moment, he didn’t understand what he was seeing. Why was the Shinigami so confident? Why did he insist in talking in these weird words and numbers? ”I told you to quit doing that, damn it!” he shouted as his right hook drove in at the Quincy’s cheek, just in time to be intersected by a ball of force. As when their energies had first clashed, a brilliant flash popped into being, but the force of this one was directed almost exclusively at Kevin.
He didn’t just loose his footing. The bigger, stronger man full-on careened backward, being blasted away from the individual he’d now come to realize was some kind of wizar and crashing into the branches of a tree back in the park that he’d first been standing in. He could hear something snapping on impact, and it sure as hell didn’t feel like it was the tree.
A pained gasp came from his mouth as he flipped his head back around just in time to catch the second spell. Some sort of energy was careening straight toward him, and he hardly had any time to react. Drawing in any vestiges of energy, Kevin was shocked to find that his power had somehow been taken down way more than he’d expected. It felt like he’d just pitched a full game.
Bottom of the 9th, runners at the corners, two runs up, but their cleanup was at the plate and looked to have his number.
Kevin threw what he could into the Hado, hitting the wave of energy head on with a blast of his own. It wasn’t enough to stop the full destructive force of the Shinigami’s magic. The entire top of the tree was burned away and Kevin found himself plummeting several feet below, colliding with the ground uneasily and quickly discovering that the thing that he’d heard snap was in fact his ankle.
The bastard had matched his best chance, sending the proverbial ball flying for the bleachers. Kevin's only hope was that an outfielder showed up to make a miraculous save, because otherwise this game was lost.
Taking a knee, he held up both of his hands in a T shape, praying that the Shinigami valued sportsmanship. The energy was gone from his pitching arm, he was still bleeding form his head, and he wasn’t going to be running anywhere soon. ”Time out, man. Time out. You got me, okay?” he shouted back to the magical ninja ghost. There were all kinds of ways this could go against him, and the man’s limited words so far didn’t make him sound like the merciful type. ”Look, I saved the dog girl. That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?”
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Mon Jun 29, 2020 4:43 am
Zenji was breathing heavily, not as haggard sounding as earlier, but definitely as if he was mid-workout during a particularly intensive training session. His nose was also starting to hurt like Hell as was his side, he was beginning to think that both his nose and a few ribs had been broken. The Soul Reaper paused and half raised a hand to prepare a defence as the Quincy made a strange T-shape with his hands, perhaps the beginnings of some sort of blasphemous spell, but nothing happened straight away. Maybe he’d just ruined out of juice and couldn’t summon the energy.
Then something unusual happened, the Quincy began begging, causing the Shinigami to frown in annoyance. This wasn’t how the Demons should be behaving. They should be clinging to their philosophy of destruction to the very end. However Zenji was beginning to assume that this man barely understood his own nature. Also now he was claiming to have saved Yuki but earlier he was boasting about how he had nearly killed her? What was going on in this odd mortal’s mind?
“I am sorry.” he said in a tone that was anything but. “You clearly don’t understand… intention means nothing with your breed. Your very powers threaten the existence of all souls. Those like mine, the Corrupted and Humans.”
Did the Quincy even understand? Zenji couldn’t comprehend the amount of selfishness and pride each and every member of his doomed peoples must carry within them. Using their powers, with every slaying of a Hollow, brought the realms closer to collapse. The ancient texts of his Clan’s library spoke of a time before the Soul King, a time before the Balance had been enforced, where a single realm existed. In that primordial world Humanity suffered at the hands of the Hollow, not like the relatively rare attacks of today but constant slaughter and fear. It was only by the Soul King’s Divine Judgement of existence that the realms were divided for the good of all.
Now the Quincy sought to bring that Hell on Earth from ancient parable to reality.
No.
Not only was it his, and every Shinigamis, mandated purpose to protect the Balance but Zenji, even as small as he thought Humans were, could not fathom the malice it took to try and bring that Hell on Earth around. If the Quincy had an inch of true Humanity, a mere spec of good within them, they’d cast their powers aside or simply volunteer to pass onto the Soul Society so that they could be reborn as a real Human.
“I hope your next life frees you of this cursed blood.” he said softly, a flicker of something passing over his face. Pity? No. No this was his purpose. He could feel no such thing.
Raising a hand Zenji stared at the man before him. It was time to finish this.
He took a few steps back, widening the gap between them.
"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring."
’One down. Only a few Hundred more to go’. By the Soul King he hoped it was only a few Hundred.
Yellow energy, like crackling lightning, danced across the Shinigami’s open palm. A ball of power growing, spinning, as the spell of destruction began to form.
“Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!"
Was this overkill? No. He had to make sure the Quincy couldn’t get back up. These monsters proved to be strangely durable despite their mortal shell.
Hissing filled the air as Zenji’s Shikai began to collapse, the fog returning to Shinigami and reforming the short blade.
Stray spiritual energy snapped out from the shimmer orb of lightning formed in the Soul Reaper’s hand. It was time to let it loose.
“Hadō #63. Raikōhō"
Then something unusual happened, the Quincy began begging, causing the Shinigami to frown in annoyance. This wasn’t how the Demons should be behaving. They should be clinging to their philosophy of destruction to the very end. However Zenji was beginning to assume that this man barely understood his own nature. Also now he was claiming to have saved Yuki but earlier he was boasting about how he had nearly killed her? What was going on in this odd mortal’s mind?
“I am sorry.” he said in a tone that was anything but. “You clearly don’t understand… intention means nothing with your breed. Your very powers threaten the existence of all souls. Those like mine, the Corrupted and Humans.”
Did the Quincy even understand? Zenji couldn’t comprehend the amount of selfishness and pride each and every member of his doomed peoples must carry within them. Using their powers, with every slaying of a Hollow, brought the realms closer to collapse. The ancient texts of his Clan’s library spoke of a time before the Soul King, a time before the Balance had been enforced, where a single realm existed. In that primordial world Humanity suffered at the hands of the Hollow, not like the relatively rare attacks of today but constant slaughter and fear. It was only by the Soul King’s Divine Judgement of existence that the realms were divided for the good of all.
Now the Quincy sought to bring that Hell on Earth from ancient parable to reality.
No.
Not only was it his, and every Shinigamis, mandated purpose to protect the Balance but Zenji, even as small as he thought Humans were, could not fathom the malice it took to try and bring that Hell on Earth around. If the Quincy had an inch of true Humanity, a mere spec of good within them, they’d cast their powers aside or simply volunteer to pass onto the Soul Society so that they could be reborn as a real Human.
“I hope your next life frees you of this cursed blood.” he said softly, a flicker of something passing over his face. Pity? No. No this was his purpose. He could feel no such thing.
Raising a hand Zenji stared at the man before him. It was time to finish this.
He took a few steps back, widening the gap between them.
"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring."
’One down. Only a few Hundred more to go’. By the Soul King he hoped it was only a few Hundred.
Yellow energy, like crackling lightning, danced across the Shinigami’s open palm. A ball of power growing, spinning, as the spell of destruction began to form.
“Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!"
Was this overkill? No. He had to make sure the Quincy couldn’t get back up. These monsters proved to be strangely durable despite their mortal shell.
Hissing filled the air as Zenji’s Shikai began to collapse, the fog returning to Shinigami and reforming the short blade.
Stray spiritual energy snapped out from the shimmer orb of lightning formed in the Soul Reaper’s hand. It was time to let it loose.
“Hadō #63. Raikōhō"
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Meridith Mon Jun 29, 2020 1:44 pm
It had settled into an easy pattern. They'd go off and patrol and start up a phone chat to stay in touch in case either of them needed help, but more than that the communication was a little ray of light on these once lonely and nervous nights. They could talk, and joke, and share and just enjoy the presence of someone who understood a personal struggle in a way that less than a fraction of a percent of the rest of the world could. Kevin and she didn't see wholly eye to eye but enough that the partnership worked.
They supported each other, at least, she hoped she gave back even a bit of what he gave her. He had saved her life, after all, that kind of thing was hard to break even on.
Or so she hoped.
It didn't make any sense to her, why a Shinigami would be so set on killing someone like Kevin. Her? That she got. The Shinigami who came for her was met with all her fire and fury, she was willing to kill them if they gave her even the slightest reason to do so. But not Kevin. No. He would fight, and he would protect himself, but even after seeing her lying half-dead after one of them attacked her he still believed the Shinigami could be friends. That even those who would come to oppose them should be given a chance to understand what it was they were really doing. She thought it was childish, but even she had to admit she had her hesitations. She'd been fueled by fear, and anger, and a mountain of adrenaline when she was attacked but in retrospect, she still had lingering doubts.
Her opponent was smaller, more of a person than she ever imagined when she was a young terrified girl. She wielded the Zanpakuto, and wore the robes but she had a human face. She was cute. She had weird animal ears. And tracing back, hadn't she tried to call for Meridith to stop? Maybe they really wanted to put an end to the conflict. It was enough doubt that Kevin could win her over, not that she'd admit it but that she'd be...well.
It didn't matter now, did it? She got a frontline show to the reality of the Shinigami. To the way they saw Kevin, to the way they saw her, to the way they saw her people. Kevin had gone out hunting, and they had been in a call when the Shinigami arrived. She'd already been making her way over because her patrol was ending in a dead night and who knew if the Hollow he was facing was going to be a problem. Might as well be ready to back him up if he bit off more than he could chew.
How right she was.
She went cold when she heard the sound of the spell in the background, worse when Kevin slyly informed her in his own way that indeed he had encountered a Shinigami. She booked it, she held the phone to her face terrified to miss even a moment and she ran faster than she'd ever run in her entire life. It didn't take long her for her terror to transform into rage. The audacity of this black-robed bastard to speak to him like that. To speak about her people as if they were vermin, bottom feeders. Her strides turned from terrified rapid steps into furious stomps as she tore her way across the city. She glided in platforms of Reishi, pulling herself further, and faster, and harder than she ever had before.
Eventually, the phone was lost to Kevin, but not to Meridith. Laying abandoned aside the scene She could see it all. Kevin wounded, yielding, offering time out. Begging for mercy she knew would never come. She locked her gaze away from the screen and threw the phone aside. She wasn't far now.
Blue light enveloped her, surging into her hand as the blade began to take shape, flowing into her legs as she flashed forward once more.
Their chant beckoned into the night, calling her forth. She remembered the distinct little memory, the sound of the rustling of wind at the window, the fear of death as the reaper's blade descended. No more. She would not allow this. She would not let this happen, not to him, not to ANYONE.
She appeared in a gentle rustling of wind. In the corner of Zenji's eyes he would see her, red hair, a mask of hate and rage and most importantly he would see the gleaming blade as it descended down. A blade bathed in the blue light of Reishi, forming at the edge of the blade to cut powerfully, cleanly. It swept down and aimed not to claim the Shinigami's life, not to face the spell they so expertly wove, but for the hand that wielded it.
She let out no bellow of rage but spoke over the din of violence in a voice just high enough for them to hear. "Say it again," she commanded.
They supported each other, at least, she hoped she gave back even a bit of what he gave her. He had saved her life, after all, that kind of thing was hard to break even on.
Or so she hoped.
It didn't make any sense to her, why a Shinigami would be so set on killing someone like Kevin. Her? That she got. The Shinigami who came for her was met with all her fire and fury, she was willing to kill them if they gave her even the slightest reason to do so. But not Kevin. No. He would fight, and he would protect himself, but even after seeing her lying half-dead after one of them attacked her he still believed the Shinigami could be friends. That even those who would come to oppose them should be given a chance to understand what it was they were really doing. She thought it was childish, but even she had to admit she had her hesitations. She'd been fueled by fear, and anger, and a mountain of adrenaline when she was attacked but in retrospect, she still had lingering doubts.
Her opponent was smaller, more of a person than she ever imagined when she was a young terrified girl. She wielded the Zanpakuto, and wore the robes but she had a human face. She was cute. She had weird animal ears. And tracing back, hadn't she tried to call for Meridith to stop? Maybe they really wanted to put an end to the conflict. It was enough doubt that Kevin could win her over, not that she'd admit it but that she'd be...well.
It didn't matter now, did it? She got a frontline show to the reality of the Shinigami. To the way they saw Kevin, to the way they saw her, to the way they saw her people. Kevin had gone out hunting, and they had been in a call when the Shinigami arrived. She'd already been making her way over because her patrol was ending in a dead night and who knew if the Hollow he was facing was going to be a problem. Might as well be ready to back him up if he bit off more than he could chew.
How right she was.
She went cold when she heard the sound of the spell in the background, worse when Kevin slyly informed her in his own way that indeed he had encountered a Shinigami. She booked it, she held the phone to her face terrified to miss even a moment and she ran faster than she'd ever run in her entire life. It didn't take long her for her terror to transform into rage. The audacity of this black-robed bastard to speak to him like that. To speak about her people as if they were vermin, bottom feeders. Her strides turned from terrified rapid steps into furious stomps as she tore her way across the city. She glided in platforms of Reishi, pulling herself further, and faster, and harder than she ever had before.
Eventually, the phone was lost to Kevin, but not to Meridith. Laying abandoned aside the scene She could see it all. Kevin wounded, yielding, offering time out. Begging for mercy she knew would never come. She locked her gaze away from the screen and threw the phone aside. She wasn't far now.
Blue light enveloped her, surging into her hand as the blade began to take shape, flowing into her legs as she flashed forward once more.
Their chant beckoned into the night, calling her forth. She remembered the distinct little memory, the sound of the rustling of wind at the window, the fear of death as the reaper's blade descended. No more. She would not allow this. She would not let this happen, not to him, not to ANYONE.
She appeared in a gentle rustling of wind. In the corner of Zenji's eyes he would see her, red hair, a mask of hate and rage and most importantly he would see the gleaming blade as it descended down. A blade bathed in the blue light of Reishi, forming at the edge of the blade to cut powerfully, cleanly. It swept down and aimed not to claim the Shinigami's life, not to face the spell they so expertly wove, but for the hand that wielded it.
She let out no bellow of rage but spoke over the din of violence in a voice just high enough for them to hear. "Say it again," she commanded.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Mon Jun 29, 2020 2:50 pm
Kevin had finally managed to push it through his skull that those weird poems the Shinigami was using on him were magic spells. The second the man started going on about sprinkling stuff on bones, Kevin raised his fist in defiance. His busted leg wouldn’t work for running, but he wasn’t about to go down without a fight. With a yell to match his flare-up in energy, Kevin drew what Reishi he could forth to his arm.
It wasn’t enough, and he knew it. The arm glowed, but what had been brilliant stadium lights earlier on in their battle had now turned to a pathetic nightlight, hardly serving to brighten his face. It was going to have to do, though. Drawing his arm back, he stared his foe down defiantly just in time to see a brilliant flash appear out of nowhere.
He felt what must have been a tear of joy splash on his cheek as she struck down on the offending limb threatening to blast him to pieces. No doubt it was all of the dust and pollen that got kicked up from him being knocked into the tree that had already kicked his eyes into gear before Meridith showed up. If he’d have been pressed on it, Kevin would have asserted that there was no crying in baseball and that he’d been through worse than the pain surging through his horribly mangled leg.
”Fuck yeah!” he cheered on from the distance. He wouldn’t be much of a help if push came to shove, but she needed the show of strength more than anything. Gritting his teeth, he got fought his way back to his feet and, though he still favored his injured leg, Kevin focused all of his will into maintaining the faint light surging along his pitching arm.
It looks like we’re going to extra innings.
It wasn’t enough, and he knew it. The arm glowed, but what had been brilliant stadium lights earlier on in their battle had now turned to a pathetic nightlight, hardly serving to brighten his face. It was going to have to do, though. Drawing his arm back, he stared his foe down defiantly just in time to see a brilliant flash appear out of nowhere.
He felt what must have been a tear of joy splash on his cheek as she struck down on the offending limb threatening to blast him to pieces. No doubt it was all of the dust and pollen that got kicked up from him being knocked into the tree that had already kicked his eyes into gear before Meridith showed up. If he’d have been pressed on it, Kevin would have asserted that there was no crying in baseball and that he’d been through worse than the pain surging through his horribly mangled leg.
”Fuck yeah!” he cheered on from the distance. He wouldn’t be much of a help if push came to shove, but she needed the show of strength more than anything. Gritting his teeth, he got fought his way back to his feet and, though he still favored his injured leg, Kevin focused all of his will into maintaining the faint light surging along his pitching arm.
It looks like we’re going to extra innings.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Tue Jun 30, 2020 11:17 am
The flickering of colour at the edge of his vision was the only warning, he had a moment to be confused before agony struck him more painful than anything he’d ever felt in his life. The Shinigami screamed as he staggered back now one hand lighter. In his left hand the mist had reformed into a short blade but still, for now, the shikai managed to retain it’s released state.
Zenji turned his head slightly to see a second demon, this one armed with a blade, had arrived in the guise of a young mortal girl. This time he would not allow himself to be confused. This was no Human. This was a beast who sought the destruction of all that was right and good. He had been slowed by pity by the man-shaped demon and this was the result. No more. No mercy. He’d see their entire race put to the blade to save all worlds no matter the cost.
Even as his hand fell to the ground the spell he had prepared was sizzling and fading away, no longer directed by his will, but Zenji was a Master of the Demon Arts and he wouldn’t see himself fail here. Thrusting his dagger outwards he captured the Reiryoku before it could disperse altogether and began wielding it into a new form. Without a free hand to make the proper somatic gestures so instead he channeled it into his Zanpakuto.
A flash-step, desperate in it’s speed, put distance between himself and his enemies.
The man was still down, despite his joyous yelling and as he gained his feet Zenji momentarily dismissed him as a threat and focused on the woman. Hatred and pain dominated the Shinigami’s expression as he pulled his dagger back as if to cut the enemy despite the distance between them. No incantation this time. His Spiritual Pressure flared in accordance to the Soul Reaper’s fury. “Hadō #78!” he screamed “Zangerin!”
A colossal amount of energy was sent forth from the swinging blade blasting towards towards the two Quincy. Although the female was his main target the intense energy blast was easily large enough to strike them both. Zenji no longer gave any thought to his surroundings and should the blast miss the fact that anything beyond the two mortals would be destroyed meant nothing to him.
Again a Flash-Step carried him backwards further away from the two and closer to the park exit. His hand holding the Zanpakuto went to his bloody stump, an orange box forming over the bleeding wound, freezing the damage and stopping the blood loss and pain for now.
He might be wounded, he might even be dying, but Zenji’s fury was not abated nor was his drive to fulfil his duty to all of existence. He no longer cared if they purposely hastened this world’s collapse or if they acted in ignorance. He would see them destroyed. Every cursed abomination of Quincy blood would die. Even if he couldn’t purge the corruption of these two demons tonight he’d see it done before long.
By the Soul King he would see it finished.
Zenji turned his head slightly to see a second demon, this one armed with a blade, had arrived in the guise of a young mortal girl. This time he would not allow himself to be confused. This was no Human. This was a beast who sought the destruction of all that was right and good. He had been slowed by pity by the man-shaped demon and this was the result. No more. No mercy. He’d see their entire race put to the blade to save all worlds no matter the cost.
Even as his hand fell to the ground the spell he had prepared was sizzling and fading away, no longer directed by his will, but Zenji was a Master of the Demon Arts and he wouldn’t see himself fail here. Thrusting his dagger outwards he captured the Reiryoku before it could disperse altogether and began wielding it into a new form. Without a free hand to make the proper somatic gestures so instead he channeled it into his Zanpakuto.
A flash-step, desperate in it’s speed, put distance between himself and his enemies.
The man was still down, despite his joyous yelling and as he gained his feet Zenji momentarily dismissed him as a threat and focused on the woman. Hatred and pain dominated the Shinigami’s expression as he pulled his dagger back as if to cut the enemy despite the distance between them. No incantation this time. His Spiritual Pressure flared in accordance to the Soul Reaper’s fury. “Hadō #78!” he screamed “Zangerin!”
A colossal amount of energy was sent forth from the swinging blade blasting towards towards the two Quincy. Although the female was his main target the intense energy blast was easily large enough to strike them both. Zenji no longer gave any thought to his surroundings and should the blast miss the fact that anything beyond the two mortals would be destroyed meant nothing to him.
Again a Flash-Step carried him backwards further away from the two and closer to the park exit. His hand holding the Zanpakuto went to his bloody stump, an orange box forming over the bleeding wound, freezing the damage and stopping the blood loss and pain for now.
He might be wounded, he might even be dying, but Zenji’s fury was not abated nor was his drive to fulfil his duty to all of existence. He no longer cared if they purposely hastened this world’s collapse or if they acted in ignorance. He would see them destroyed. Every cursed abomination of Quincy blood would die. Even if he couldn’t purge the corruption of these two demons tonight he’d see it done before long.
By the Soul King he would see it finished.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Meridith Tue Jun 30, 2020 12:19 pm
Her blade swept clean through the man's wrist causing the spell to scatter before it could form. She pulled her blade to the side as he vanished, a desperate bit of movement to get as far away from her as possible. She felt a little twinge and turned to follow him, predicting more than being able to see the movement. She didn't follow, something she would come to regret, because she decided at that moment that she was fine with him getting away. Let this be the moment she drew her line in the sand.
She didn't get her chance to say it, to make him repeat his line about cursed blood, and how much of a threat they were when the Shinigami stood over an injured and weakened Kevin who called for mercy, the same mercy he had extended to that same Shinigami a moment prior. She didn't get a chance to call out his toxic hypocrisy right to his face and she wanted to more desperately than anything. She wanted to stand over him and scream about how they had a right to protect themselves and their loved ones from monsters that threatened them.
The kind of monster that stood across from her, chanting a spell that would almost certainly level a city block. All done without a hint of irony, this man truly believed what he was doing was right, and he'd kill innocent people to see his wicked duty done. She should have aimed for his head.
She pulled her blade up as the spell began to soar towards them, hungry and full of fury. It would consume them and keep on raging if they did nothing about it. This one was stronger than her previous opponent. She thought to spare a glance back towards Kevin, to give him some sign of her plan but she knew better. He had her back.
She held the blade in front of her and pulled ambient reishi to it. She was fortunate that the spell he'd been casting had been disrupted, it provided exactly the kind of fuel she needed. The air was rich with energy. Her blade resumed its blue hue and then erupted suddenly in ethereally blue flame.
No more time, do or die. What would Kevin say? Something goofy, but somehow charming like...
"Batters up."
She sprang forward towards the blast, swinging her blade with every ounce of strength her slight frame could muster, sending with it the collected Reishi she had been able to collect. The heart of her strength rested there, the ambient energy of the world around her, pulled by her force of will, focused by the symbol of her family, their history and her pride.
She didn't get her chance to say it, to make him repeat his line about cursed blood, and how much of a threat they were when the Shinigami stood over an injured and weakened Kevin who called for mercy, the same mercy he had extended to that same Shinigami a moment prior. She didn't get a chance to call out his toxic hypocrisy right to his face and she wanted to more desperately than anything. She wanted to stand over him and scream about how they had a right to protect themselves and their loved ones from monsters that threatened them.
The kind of monster that stood across from her, chanting a spell that would almost certainly level a city block. All done without a hint of irony, this man truly believed what he was doing was right, and he'd kill innocent people to see his wicked duty done. She should have aimed for his head.
She pulled her blade up as the spell began to soar towards them, hungry and full of fury. It would consume them and keep on raging if they did nothing about it. This one was stronger than her previous opponent. She thought to spare a glance back towards Kevin, to give him some sign of her plan but she knew better. He had her back.
She held the blade in front of her and pulled ambient reishi to it. She was fortunate that the spell he'd been casting had been disrupted, it provided exactly the kind of fuel she needed. The air was rich with energy. Her blade resumed its blue hue and then erupted suddenly in ethereally blue flame.
No more time, do or die. What would Kevin say? Something goofy, but somehow charming like...
"Batters up."
She sprang forward towards the blast, swinging her blade with every ounce of strength her slight frame could muster, sending with it the collected Reishi she had been able to collect. The heart of her strength rested there, the ambient energy of the world around her, pulled by her force of will, focused by the symbol of her family, their history and her pride.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Kevin DuBrow Tue Jun 30, 2020 4:07 pm
”Oh shit,” Kevin loudly remarked as Meridith chopped down and severed the Shinigami’s hand clean off. Seeing her sword was impressive enough on its own, but seeing it chop through his mystical would-be-assassin’s hand was some real next level shit. He let out a roar of appreciation as she turned on the man, seemingly running away now that he realized just how big a mistake he’d made.
Wasn’t karma some Japanese thing? It looks like he was getting it paid back in full for violating the time-honored tradition of the timeout. Kevin was about to offer Meridith his congratulations when he heard the man say that damn Hado thing again. Each time he’d said that word, some kind of magic had happened, and the nastiest looking stuff seemed to have a higher number. So far, all but one had connected with his own attacks, and the one that hadn’t was a mere number four and it had blown the top off of a tree.
Was number seventy-eight twenty times stronger than a four? Could Meridith hope to take on twenty fours all alone? He’d gotten her into this mess, and Kevin was going to be damned if he couldn’t get her out of it. Drawing back, he summoned every last ounce of his energy into his arm. ”Curve coming up the middle,” he shouted out, feeling the energy ripple from his shoulder on down to his fingertips. The ball that formed in his palm was denser than before, with little spurts of swirling energy popping off the side like miniature sun flares.
Lifting his busted leg up, he put everything into his throw, planting the leg and screaming in pain as he brought his arm down, letting go of the ball as he collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.
To anyone who could have seen him, the throw would have looked ridiculously off-target. Kevin had, however, put a simply absurd amount of rotation on the orb of reishi. Flying through the air, it collided with the side of the destructive wave away from Meridith, shedding some of its force dissolving the Shinigami’s attack at the point of impact and continuing in on the curve he’d set it on.
Kevin, having fallen to the ground, sadly missed seeing the impact of Meridith’s sword against the wave, but he could hear the electric crack as her makeshift bat drove through and dissipated the Shinigami’s attack, as well as the satisfying blast of energy that came as she struck his extreme curveball on the other side, sending it careening off after the fleeing Zenji.
”Home run,” he muttered as he felt his mental control over the energy vanish upon contact. Kevin was exhausted, breathing heavily, and desperately needed some kind of medical attention on his leg, but he’d managed to come out on the other side intact thanks to a walk-off homer from Meridith.
Wasn’t karma some Japanese thing? It looks like he was getting it paid back in full for violating the time-honored tradition of the timeout. Kevin was about to offer Meridith his congratulations when he heard the man say that damn Hado thing again. Each time he’d said that word, some kind of magic had happened, and the nastiest looking stuff seemed to have a higher number. So far, all but one had connected with his own attacks, and the one that hadn’t was a mere number four and it had blown the top off of a tree.
Was number seventy-eight twenty times stronger than a four? Could Meridith hope to take on twenty fours all alone? He’d gotten her into this mess, and Kevin was going to be damned if he couldn’t get her out of it. Drawing back, he summoned every last ounce of his energy into his arm. ”Curve coming up the middle,” he shouted out, feeling the energy ripple from his shoulder on down to his fingertips. The ball that formed in his palm was denser than before, with little spurts of swirling energy popping off the side like miniature sun flares.
Lifting his busted leg up, he put everything into his throw, planting the leg and screaming in pain as he brought his arm down, letting go of the ball as he collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.
To anyone who could have seen him, the throw would have looked ridiculously off-target. Kevin had, however, put a simply absurd amount of rotation on the orb of reishi. Flying through the air, it collided with the side of the destructive wave away from Meridith, shedding some of its force dissolving the Shinigami’s attack at the point of impact and continuing in on the curve he’d set it on.
Kevin, having fallen to the ground, sadly missed seeing the impact of Meridith’s sword against the wave, but he could hear the electric crack as her makeshift bat drove through and dissipated the Shinigami’s attack, as well as the satisfying blast of energy that came as she struck his extreme curveball on the other side, sending it careening off after the fleeing Zenji.
”Home run,” he muttered as he felt his mental control over the energy vanish upon contact. Kevin was exhausted, breathing heavily, and desperately needed some kind of medical attention on his leg, but he’d managed to come out on the other side intact thanks to a walk-off homer from Meridith.
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Zenji Hatayama Tue Jun 30, 2020 4:34 pm
He had been considering fleeing, in fact that was pretty much the plan, he was sure that two mere mortals even if they were Demons couldn’t stop such a high level destructive spell. So when he felt the two individual Quincy Reiatsus flaring behind him he stopped in his retreat to turn around.
‘No.’
Their strength seemed to grow ever greater.
‘No.’
The great wave of energy that made up the Cutting Flower Ring seemed to pause in it’s advance towards the enemy.
‘No. No!’
Then it didn’t only stop but it began to fly back towards Zenji who, for a brief moment, was utterly horrified and shocked by the turn of events.
‘NOOO!’
He could summon a ward to blow it away, weakened as it was he could probably just dodge it. However something in Zenji was furious beyond just the heretical offenses of the Quincy. This was private. Some loud mouthed idiot had beat him to a pulp and then, when he had finally turned the tide, some bitch with a sword had come out of nowhere and taken his hand. Now they were mocking his mastery of the demon arts.
Oh no. No. He was Zenji Hatayama, heir of the greatest Kido Clan in Soul Society history, inheritor of a line of mystics stretching back to before the Soul Society itself. He would not be outdone by a pair of wannabe horsemen of the apocalypse.
Orange energy rippled over the man. He was breathing heavily but no longer from pain but sheer undiluted fury which seemed to grow from moment to moment making his feelings only seconds ago pale in comparison. He had no time for the incantation but he wouldn’t need it with this spell to destroy these monstrosities. Raising his arm ending in a stump, boxed in yellow energy, Zenji gritted his teeth and he summoned the necessary energy. One last hurrah. Orange Reiatsu exploded outwards in defiance of his exhaustion. He knew this was a bad idea but he didn’t care. They had to suffer as he suffered.
“Hadō #99. Goryūtenmetsu.” despite his rage and in contrast to the earlier spell the words came out of his mouth softly. The result however was not gentle. Energy exploded all around the vengeful God of Death. The ground beneath his feet shattered and broke rising up like pillars around him. Five colossal light purple dragons flew around the man and then, obeying his silent command, flew towards the two Quincy’s locations.
Zenjin could direct them further but as soon as the spell was loose he felt himself stumble. It was time to go. He willed them towards the location of the two mortals believing that would certainly be enough.
Taking a step towards the exit of the park the man coughed up blood and grimaced vaguely wondering what would kill him first? The severe loss of Reiryoku, the internal injuries or the blood loss? Dizzy and weak he laughed grimly at his condition knowing that he wouldn’t even be able to open the gateway to the Soul Society like this.
Stumbling out of the park he vanished into the darkness of the City hoping he never saw either of the devils ever again.
//THREAD EXIT
‘No.’
Their strength seemed to grow ever greater.
‘No.’
The great wave of energy that made up the Cutting Flower Ring seemed to pause in it’s advance towards the enemy.
‘No. No!’
Then it didn’t only stop but it began to fly back towards Zenji who, for a brief moment, was utterly horrified and shocked by the turn of events.
‘NOOO!’
He could summon a ward to blow it away, weakened as it was he could probably just dodge it. However something in Zenji was furious beyond just the heretical offenses of the Quincy. This was private. Some loud mouthed idiot had beat him to a pulp and then, when he had finally turned the tide, some bitch with a sword had come out of nowhere and taken his hand. Now they were mocking his mastery of the demon arts.
Oh no. No. He was Zenji Hatayama, heir of the greatest Kido Clan in Soul Society history, inheritor of a line of mystics stretching back to before the Soul Society itself. He would not be outdone by a pair of wannabe horsemen of the apocalypse.
Orange energy rippled over the man. He was breathing heavily but no longer from pain but sheer undiluted fury which seemed to grow from moment to moment making his feelings only seconds ago pale in comparison. He had no time for the incantation but he wouldn’t need it with this spell to destroy these monstrosities. Raising his arm ending in a stump, boxed in yellow energy, Zenji gritted his teeth and he summoned the necessary energy. One last hurrah. Orange Reiatsu exploded outwards in defiance of his exhaustion. He knew this was a bad idea but he didn’t care. They had to suffer as he suffered.
“Hadō #99. Goryūtenmetsu.” despite his rage and in contrast to the earlier spell the words came out of his mouth softly. The result however was not gentle. Energy exploded all around the vengeful God of Death. The ground beneath his feet shattered and broke rising up like pillars around him. Five colossal light purple dragons flew around the man and then, obeying his silent command, flew towards the two Quincy’s locations.
Zenjin could direct them further but as soon as the spell was loose he felt himself stumble. It was time to go. He willed them towards the location of the two mortals believing that would certainly be enough.
Taking a step towards the exit of the park the man coughed up blood and grimaced vaguely wondering what would kill him first? The severe loss of Reiryoku, the internal injuries or the blood loss? Dizzy and weak he laughed grimly at his condition knowing that he wouldn’t even be able to open the gateway to the Soul Society like this.
Stumbling out of the park he vanished into the darkness of the City hoping he never saw either of the devils ever again.
//THREAD EXIT
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Re: Push the Limits! [Closed/Kevin]
by Meridith Tue Jun 30, 2020 10:25 pm
Meridith was stopped midair, the blade pressing against the incredible invisible force the spell. She tensed, realizing at once that she didn't have enough in her to stop this thing. The Shinigami was way more than she had realized but even still she didn't for a minute doubt they'd come through. She knew, knew one hundred percent, that he had her back.
Right on queue the fastball ripped through the spell, punched on through and gave her blade the room she needed to work. She carved through it, and let her collected reishi rip apart the rest. The explosion as brilliant, suffused with flame and heat and aurora of blue light from the Reishi. She braced herself and was propelled back, but unlike her partner she was fresh enough not to have been taken out.
She landed narrowly on the ground, rolled once into a crouch and glided on a platform of reishi to bleed the momentum. Their foe took off, narrowly away from the ball, but it wasn't done yet. Another spell, one that promised to be bigger, and bolder, but unlike the last one there was something strange to it.
She levelled off, positioned herself squarely in front of Kevin and held her blade in both hands. She was breathing hard, less from the physical exertion than the spiritual. It took all she had to face down that last effort and this one promised the be even more. So, dig deep, she decided. If she failed here, the property damage might have been less so than the last, but she would die, and he would go with her and to hell with that.
The wind picked up around her, a faint swirl of reishi collected around her body, building into a soft glow that lit her up and caused her hair to flare back. A massive spell, one ripped straight from the comics, she'd never seen anything like it, but she didn't feel the sense of dread she expected. It became clear to her at once. He had a limit, and he'd reached it. None the less, faltering here would be death. The beasts soared forth.
They swept towards the pair and she cast her blade against the spell which represented the Shinigami's will as he fled. She might have imagined it but she could feel the hatred, the desire to kill her, slavering fangs from the destruction formed dragons as she forced them back, loosed the force of her will and broke against his. On a good day, she didn't stand a chance, but he was far from having a good day. She had Kevin to thank for that.
The collision lit up the city, some might have thought it was a thunderstorm but she expected there would be those who knew. Others like her, like them, that knew what had transpired here tonight. Others she would have to find, that she hoped might find her. They were, after all, allies if not by ideals than by a common threat they'd have to face.
Like that it was done. The spell was gone, the reishi had scattered back to the formless shape it held within the world, and they were alone saving the sound of her heavy breathing, the weight of the blade in her hand. She let a minute pass, wary, uncertain, waiting for one last shot in the dark but found none. She let the blade go, as it dropped it too and watched as it scattered into the wind, blue wisps of light that flitted this way and that. She turned her attention to Kevin.
He'd live, no thanks to the so-called protectors, but to their combined efforts, the monks of destruction who made sure the city was safe. She moved to him, to take care of the worst of his wounds, and help him back and wondered just how many nights like this there were to come.
fin
Right on queue the fastball ripped through the spell, punched on through and gave her blade the room she needed to work. She carved through it, and let her collected reishi rip apart the rest. The explosion as brilliant, suffused with flame and heat and aurora of blue light from the Reishi. She braced herself and was propelled back, but unlike her partner she was fresh enough not to have been taken out.
She landed narrowly on the ground, rolled once into a crouch and glided on a platform of reishi to bleed the momentum. Their foe took off, narrowly away from the ball, but it wasn't done yet. Another spell, one that promised to be bigger, and bolder, but unlike the last one there was something strange to it.
She levelled off, positioned herself squarely in front of Kevin and held her blade in both hands. She was breathing hard, less from the physical exertion than the spiritual. It took all she had to face down that last effort and this one promised the be even more. So, dig deep, she decided. If she failed here, the property damage might have been less so than the last, but she would die, and he would go with her and to hell with that.
The wind picked up around her, a faint swirl of reishi collected around her body, building into a soft glow that lit her up and caused her hair to flare back. A massive spell, one ripped straight from the comics, she'd never seen anything like it, but she didn't feel the sense of dread she expected. It became clear to her at once. He had a limit, and he'd reached it. None the less, faltering here would be death. The beasts soared forth.
They swept towards the pair and she cast her blade against the spell which represented the Shinigami's will as he fled. She might have imagined it but she could feel the hatred, the desire to kill her, slavering fangs from the destruction formed dragons as she forced them back, loosed the force of her will and broke against his. On a good day, she didn't stand a chance, but he was far from having a good day. She had Kevin to thank for that.
The collision lit up the city, some might have thought it was a thunderstorm but she expected there would be those who knew. Others like her, like them, that knew what had transpired here tonight. Others she would have to find, that she hoped might find her. They were, after all, allies if not by ideals than by a common threat they'd have to face.
Like that it was done. The spell was gone, the reishi had scattered back to the formless shape it held within the world, and they were alone saving the sound of her heavy breathing, the weight of the blade in her hand. She let a minute pass, wary, uncertain, waiting for one last shot in the dark but found none. She let the blade go, as it dropped it too and watched as it scattered into the wind, blue wisps of light that flitted this way and that. She turned her attention to Kevin.
He'd live, no thanks to the so-called protectors, but to their combined efforts, the monks of destruction who made sure the city was safe. She moved to him, to take care of the worst of his wounds, and help him back and wondered just how many nights like this there were to come.
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