The Long Road. [Open]

Amou Daichi

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The Long Road. [Open] Apr 4, 2017 10:50:00 GMT -5

Post by Amou Daichi on Apr 4, 2017 10:50:00 GMT -5

Well...Daichi was a little disappointed. His seven Hado's didn't have the same strength as ordinary ones, but that was to be expected, and looking on the bright side...he managed to perform them, which meant he had improved. So not so bad. He analysed the situation as it stood...It seemed his attack had been blocked with a Bakudo. Not bad. Now, how should he respond...wait, they give up? Daichi was confused, but quickly grasped the situation-they wanted to team up in order to fight the Hollows. He might have misjudged them. He nodded slowly, before turning to the Hollows and trying to make a rough estimate of how many there were.

"There seems to be about...fifty to sixty of them, it would be best to try and make a decent plan, but sadly we have little time...wait, what?"

As he was speaking, another man had turned up. A man with a temper, who seemed to be quick to draw to conclusions. Daichi's eyebrow twitched. This was going to be one of those days indeed...Perhaps some correction is due?

"Well, member of the second squad, might I remind you that in the field of battle it is a Shinigami's duty to remain calm and collected...two things you certainly seem to be lacking in. Now, before your tongue gets you more than a correction, allow me to explain. Firstly, whilst I understand you are in a bit of a hurry, and thus can make mistake in your speech, I do believe I am not a shade of red. And if I were, it would be blood red."

He heard the masked mans mention of dashing rogues, and mentally chuckled at the prospect, before pointing at Atraerus and the masked man in turn, and continuing.

"Secondly, dashing or otherwise, the only two rogues here are those two, and I would prefer it if you didn't throw wild accusations when we are in the middle of something along the lines of a crisis. And thirdly..."

Daichi suddenly unleashed a barrage of water bullets from his Zanpakuto at some of the oncoming Hollows, then used it as a leverage to take control of all the fluids in their bodies. The veins started glowing the same way his blade did, signifying his success.

"We are getting to the damn Hollows. So could you please get down from your high horse and come help us, before I start accusing you of being a rogue."

And then, out of nowhere, a man jumped at Daichi, attacking him with some...weird...bludgeoning weapon? He wasn't sure, all he knew is it seemed to be formed of a very hot substance...yes, one of those days. He was about to respond, when, out of the corner of his eye...he saw the masked man rush towards him and block the attack.

'Okay...well, I guess I really did misjudge them. This new one, however...'

Daichi glared at the one who had made an attempt on his life. His face scrunched up, teeth baring for a spit second, before shifting back to his usual calm demeanor.

"Well now...that was rude. Do you attack every man you pass down the street, or am I just special?"

Daichi winked at the man, before turning to the masked man in front of him.

"And thank you...I appreciate the help, even if I didn't need it. Now, where was I..."

He grinned, before forcing the Hollows he controlled to turn around.

"Ah yes, making puppet minions out of some of the nearby fodder. That certainly makes a start...now, time to have some fun. And if anybody has any other ideas? Please, feel free to enlighten me on the way."

And all at once, his Hollows pounced at the other ones, leaving trails of blood and guts in their wake.

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Last Edit: Apr 4, 2017 10:52:30 GMT -5 by Amou Daichi

Osamu Shimazu

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The Long Road. [Open] Apr 5, 2017 5:54:52 GMT -5

Post by Osamu Shimazu on Apr 5, 2017 5:54:52 GMT -5

A report from the Fourth Division had been filed, detailing an unusually dense concentration of spiritual pressure somewhere in the Rukongai. Preliminary analytics suggested the presence of both Shinigami and Hollow presence while reports from the Second confirmed contact with known rogue Shinigami. And so, as one may expect, information spread rapidly through the Seireitei, eventually catching the attention of each Division of the Gotei. Determined to make a name for himself, Osamu collected his thoughts and made his way toward the contested area. The Second Division recruit didn't have a hard time locating these individuals, they weren't exactly making themselves difficult targets, even Osamu's relatively mundane skill in Reiatsu Perception picked up on the frequent flares of Reiatsu. As he neared their location, his body surged with adrenaline. These reiatsu signatures and their frequent and drastic flaring was a telltale sign of conflict; whatever was going on, Osamu would soon be part of. And he would make sure to do his part to enforce the codes and laws of the Gotei Military Force.

Eventually, in the distance the workings of a powerful Bakudō became apparent. Thick blue tendrils were strewn sloppily from building to building, walling off a decent sized area. Beyond that wall, an entire score of hollows descended upon the village while Shinigami, friend and foe alike, worked in disarray to deal with both their common enemy and one another. He made a conscious effort to suppress and conceal his own spiritual signature, opting to instead watch from a distance and calculate the most opportune moment to reveal himself. Using the huts and homes of the Rukongai as cover, he quickly, quietly, and efficiently made his way closer towards the slowly disintegrating Tsuriboshi.

By the time he was near enough to decipher sentences, it had become clear to Osamu that these Gotei Shinigami had decided to team up with the Rogue Shinigami in a last ditch bid to defend the townsfolk from the incoming Hollow hoard. His lips tightened in frustration, his brow crinkling instinctively. He knelt down, using the cover provided by the homes of the Rukongai to safely plan out his impending action. Several figures stood in the scene before him, a rogue adept in the Shinigami Demon Arts, a water-based Shinigami who seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice, a wild eyed, up close and personal, kunai wielding pretty boy, and a few others managing to either bicker or do battle. He weighed his options: he could either team up with all present parties and take care of the threat at hand or he could use the confusion as an opportunity to strike at one of the two rogues present. He inhaled sharply through his nose, pursed his lips in frustration, placed his right hand on the hilt of his blade which hung from his left hip, and charged out from his hiding spot, closing the distance between himself and a nearby group of Hollows.

When he was within range, he tore his blade from its sheath and cut cleanly through the masks of a score of foes before him. Its friends roared in rage, clawing at the Second Division Shinigami in retaliation. His eyes darted from foe to foe, making split second predictions based solely on body language and posture. He dipped and pivoted to the rhythm of his opponent, bobbing and weaving to avoid the incoming strikes. When the opportunity presented itself, he'd take advantage of an opening and would sink his blade into the mask of yet another mindless savage. When a pointed claw made it too close to its mark, Osamu would take a half step back, twisting his wrist and sending his blade in an upward arc, removing as many fingers and claws as possible, peppering the landscape before him with the thick, coppery blood of the Hollow scourge.

"I'm sure we can all agree taking out these Hollows is the number one priority, right?" Osamu managed through gritted teeth as he maintained a ferocious offensive against his monstrous foes. As he continued, though, making quick and easy work of his opponents, he managed to keep his spiritual senses tuned outwards with particular interest in the suspected rogue Shinigami. He'd continue his assault, but he would be sure he would be ready for a counterattack should they opt to begin one.

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Last Edit: Apr 5, 2017 5:55:26 GMT -5 by Osamu Shimazu

Atraerus

And wherever the wolf went...

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The Long Road. [Open] Apr 5, 2017 10:52:59 GMT -5

Post by Atraerus on Apr 5, 2017 10:52:59 GMT -5

Atraerus rose from the tumult of shakkaho he had defended from, readying his stance as they conversed. Something within him seemed to change, like a quick snap, and his reiatsu began to boil and flow from his shoulders like a translucent mist as Tony subdued his Atraerus's subordinate and pupil. His pupils drifted from Arteran, to Tony, to Daichi, to Toshiro and then to Toro. He could also feel the faint, but ever-present reiatsu of another shinigami on the way. But due to obvious interference from that shinigami's end, it was impossible to pinpoint an exact location. Out of all of the shinigami present on this battlefield, Atraerus seemed to be the most adept, seasoned, and skilled. Though he didn't enjoy the company of Sereitei shinigami, he'd take it upon himself to form a makeshift operation and spearhead the mission. With quick and meticulous care as if in split-second intervals, he analyzed Daichi, Arteran, and Toshiro's zanpakuto. From it, he was able to form a plan, that coupled with the other incoming shinigami already beginning to take action with his own strange zanpakuto. Tony and the others could quickly feel and hear the sudden change in Atraerus's voice and demeanor from a dashing rogue to what seemed like a tactical genius; a veteran warrior. His eyes snapped to both Tony and Daichi first, addressing the two.

"Tony, and you, I ask that you two cooperate to seal off the western portion of town. The zanpakuto abilities that both of you posess put together will make quick work of any foe you come across. Try to use your zanpakuto abilities in tandem with one another to ensure maximum effectiveness. You two, with your combined powers should be able to allow you to be the first of our groups finished. Your objective is to clear and make us a perimeter to set up operations. Please work together, I ask you." Atraerus didn't want to make it seem as if he was barking out orders due to the sheer fact that he knew Daichi would not see him as a leader. So he gave his command in a way that seemed more akin to asking a favor. Tony on the other hand, knew the severity and gravity of Atraerus's words, as he had proven time and time again that he was the one of their group with the most tact and prowess. He then turned his attention to the second division shinigami, Arteran.

"You, your abilities aren't suited for evacuating civilians if we hope to use it to it's maximum potential, I ask that you take the fight to the source of the enemy. Your zanpakuto is formidable, which will give you an edge over their superior numbers; by doing this you'll be keeping their main force away from town and giving us ample time to prepare defenses and countermeasures. If you can do this, we can turn the tide." Atraerus spoke with the same demeanor. Unlike Daichi, he hadn't made much of an impression on Arteran, he only hoped that the second division shinigami would listen.

"Toshiro, you and I will focus on clamping down on key chokepoints in the village, be it alleyways, entrances, any fixed point of entry that the hollows can use to move into the village. By holding these chokepoints we can kill large numbers of them with little effort and still hold the town." Unlike the others, Atraerus seemed to give Toshiro an order, as if Tosh was already under Atraerus's command. He then looked to the final shinigami, Toro.

"Toro, I ask that you evacuate and protect the civilians from harm, while the rest of us keep up the fight on our ends.This hollow attack is our fault, not theirs. We need you to keep them safe for us so that we can set up our operations. Can you do this for us?" Atraerus didn't seem to wait for an answer, and he talked very fast as if clamped on time. It wasn't an incredible feat of strategy and tact, but it was a much better plan than what they could currently muster. Atraerus was the fastest of their group, and the one with the highest amount of spiritual perception it seemed aswell. Immediately after he had given his plans for each individual member of their ragtag unit, he embarked in a blinding flash of shunpo with these words.

"Fireteam, the light is green" It was obvious that this was their signal to spring into action. It must be done quickly, or else more people would die. He also referred to them as 'fireteam' as if they were already a team. Atraerus acted on sheer tactical instinct, and despite the opinions of each shinigami on the field, that is exactly what they were; a team. He immediately sprung into action, placing his paper bombs in alleyways, entrances and the like. Imbuing them with mid-level hado and bakudo in order to destroy large numbers of hollows at a time as they moved into town. He had only hoped that the others would listen to his strategy and spring into action as he did. It was no longer time for fighting amongst themselves.

Freind or foe, it did not matter. Together they could be the strongest and most cohesive unit in Sereitei, even the rogue Atraerus understood that much.

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Last Edit: Apr 5, 2017 10:59:17 GMT -5 by Atraerus

Arteran

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The Long Road. [Open] Apr 7, 2017 21:56:06 GMT -5

Post by Arteran on Apr 7, 2017 21:56:06 GMT -5

Arteran considered Daichi with a neutral gaze, but inside he was grinning, this one could bite back.

He liked it when they could bite back.
He didn't like morons who attacked people in situations where it was clearly an incredibly unwise decision, much as the young man with what appeared to be some super-heated substance around his arm had done.

The other one who had responded didn't really garner much attention from Arteran, his dashing rouge comment not even getting a mental response, let alone a verbal one, owing not in the least to the fact that clearly the man wasn't as observent as he should be, if he didn't notice the burning nodes of light that were darting about, killing any hollow stupid enough to approach the group, which was quite enough proof that Arteran's attention was in fact where it should be, where he wanted it.

He was about to respond when he noticed another shinigami carving his way in their direction, he vaugely recognized him as a newer member of the second, but beyond that knew nothing about him, other than he was apparently under the impression that no one had noticed him before he showed up and decided to speak up.

Arteran was further interrupted by one of the shinigami that Daichi had indicated as being rouges dictating commands to the group, and even if he phrased it otherwise, that's what they were, commands. The important part however, was that they were competent commands. Arteran honestly had no problem with listening to an individual who likely had more experience than him in team tactics, rouge or not, when the situation called for it, as it obviously did, however he did notice a couple of issues that he felt he should address.

"While your plan is actually very well formed, I have some suggestions to make. I believe that he", Arteran gestured towards Daichi, "would likely be better off with me. His water based attacks could work with my stars to create a thick cloud of steam, which would prevent the hollows from easily identifying which of their numbers were attacking them under his command, especially since the nature of the method by which the steam would be created would saturate the area in our reiatsu and blind them to each other, in turn that would cause an ever widening spread of chaos in their ranks as they all turned on each other, besides", Arteran shot a small grin towards Daichi, "Perhaps the blood would actually provide him that 'rouge' touch that could help his hair just pop, the newcomer here" He gestured towards Shimazu, "can fill his spot since you didn't include him in your plan. Either way, I will take your advice and advance."

With that Arteran began to stride into the horde, taking his stars with them, though he was careful to avoid the ones that Daichi had control of, however he did stop briefly next to Shizamu to speak to him before continuing on.

"Next time, don't carve a path through an enemy horde and then expect no one to notice you, that could get you killed out there, and I'd prefer if the more capable members of our squad stayed with us."

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Post by Amou Daichi on Apr 4, 2017 10:50:00 GMT -5

Post by Osamu Shimazu on Apr 5, 2017 5:54:52 GMT -5

Post by Atraerus on Apr 5, 2017 10:52:59 GMT -5

Post by Arteran on Apr 7, 2017 21:56:06 GMT -5

Welcome!