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|Subject Post 1Subject: Blood Emerald Archer Wed Jun 04, 2014 7:57 pm|| |
Thousand and one, thousand and two, thousand and three...
The thoughts flowed through the male as the two blades in his hands flashed, sweat pouring down the side of his face as he cut down yet another hollow. His eyes narrowed as he looked directly at the Arrancar before him, both of the blades sliding along his wrists. His white hair stirred in the wind as he moved deftly to either side, his body spinning as his blood-red cloak smacked the face of the oncoming hollow. At last, his dagger came down into the thing's back, and it too dissipated into nothingness.
The male was Gift Jackson, a Quincy, a relic. He was a man who strove for only one thing: nature, and to fight its enemy. However, as of late, he had lost his way. He had lost his way to the point where he would have entire days without thought, with simply listless movement. He was through with that. He wanted to advance once more. So here he was, cleaning the scum of the earth while at the same time working on the endurance of this form. Within recent times his swordsmanship had vastly improved, in addition to the length of time which he could maintain this form, his Völlstandig... even though he still refused to see it as such.
So here he was, his right foot slamming into the dirt as he lowered his center of gravity. He had finished off the last of this arrancar's minions, and now it was time to take out the boss. His right hand flashed as Kanshou deflected a cero launched directly at him, his teeth gritting as he believed in his blade, the ceremonial sword deflecting the attack completely as Gift lost the sleeve of his cloak to the heat the attack gave off. His eyes were still locked firmly on the male he was targeting as he saw it fire off a blade towards him. Thinking on his feet, his feet literally began to run on the side as his body flowed in a circle, the blade brushing past his hair as his skull moved in a circular motion, reaching his target at last.
Bringing his right hand forwards, the blade known as Byakuya sliced through the air, tearing a line as Gift held it up high, his mouth opening in a focusing cry as the tone of intent left his throat, Byakuya going into Overedge as the black blade became three times as long, growing feathers of blade as Gift chopped it into the neck of the Arrancar. He felt the attack being resisted by the hierro of the being, before the Reishi in the area gathered around his blade, pure flame being let out from its backside as Gift used it to rapidly accelerate, cleaving his blade through the being's throat as its head was dismembered in an instant.
Gift's left foot swung out, slamming forcefully into the ground as his entire body was forced to stop, his hand releasing Byakuya as the muscles in his arm began to rip, letting go just in time as the blade exploded, its partner Kanshou fading from his grip as he stood before the corpse of the Arrancar. Slowly, he opened his eyes, looking at the felled monster before him. "Why... do these things cause so much carn..."
Just as rapidly, he stopped talking, his gaze shifting slightly as he looked at the person who had been observing him. "Show yourself and prepare to battle, Quincy." He bit, knowing the feeling of those infernal Vandereich badges belonging to this male. "I refuse to hold back if you claim to have an affiliation with that organization." He stated, a bow appearing in his right hand, black in color, a single spiritual arrow in his left. He was ready for battle, his focus clear, and ready to cut straight through if this male was not careful...
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Blood Emerald Archer Sun Jun 08, 2014 5:04 pm|| |
Akira Shimotsuki The Wandering Bullet
"I'm here to do my job nothing personal, and I apologize for this swift judgement."
Akira was watching because that was his job an observer of sorts watching where and when things happens with Quincy, regardless if he was a part of Vandenrich or not, that is something he did and lived for. Staring at the man who was clearly hostile having his own guns drawn and pointed at the man as he listened to his words very carefully. His calm gaze probably would of been a bit unsettling for the Gift horse Jackson prize. A light sigh passed his lips trying to dissuade the situation of fighting. He really hated it when he wasn't on a job that involved killing and infact he hadn't been wearing anything that screamed Vandenrich besides the fact he was a Quincy so that was a pretty ballsy comment to throw out there without sense of the person. Taking a breath and shifting his weight a bit as The Wandering Bullet stared at Gift now hoping he'd cool his tits. Anyway he'd speak as soon as he was visible as his white clothing was probably a clash to the person he was talking to currently his weapons drawn and pointed at him as if this was a mexican standoff. It was kind of ironic now. He knew that if he got into an engagement there would be much blood spilled because of the nature of quincy powers being violent and meant to destroy souls and this was no exception to the rule of what was going on now.
Don't you think this is a bit silly to have our weapons pointed at each other when it's clear we shouldn't have to want to fight each other like this. Let's put the weapons down and talk before we destroy the entirety of the area around us now. I never said I was affiliated with anyone, so to accuse someone you don't know is a pretty bold statement from just an assumption. That would be like me saying you smell funny, and you rape small children when I don't know if you do. See how presumptuous and disconcerting that is?" If Gift had made any movements or attacks on Akira he'd shoot a barrage of bullets that were his arrows, because then he knew it was an act of aggression. That's if he tried to attack him, but if he didn't then he'd remain calm and have his weapons still at the ready. He didn't want to really fight, but yet if he had to he would show that he wasn't going to hold back. He'd shoot that barrage of bullets in every direction manipulating their paths with his boundary and space manipulation to make them much harder to dodge. That was on all how Gift took the chance to deal with this properly or not. That was his decision and Akira wasn't one to mince his words, but he'd remain soft when he spoke, it wasn't even aggressive the tone he had. It just was how he explained it was assertive by nature.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Blood Emerald Archer Sun Oct 04, 2015 12:50 pm|| |
✖| Clean Up Time!! |✚
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It's been 2014 or even before that!
There for I will be locking this thread, feel free to revisit this and keep on reading!