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The voice was barely audible, vehement and sinister in nature. The source belonged to no human... if remembered, it would only return as garbled noise that would leave a sickening imprint on the minds of anybody who heard it. Unfortunately, there was no one else around to suffer the demonic murmur, at least not nearby. It came from a seemingly ordinary recess of the earthen mass below Iramasha island, where the shadows were darkest. Something would defile the spot, becoming impossibly darker so that even the shadows around it became light in comparison. Drops of black would drip down like ink as something began to emerge from the hollow. There were many things out of place about this sudden development, for moments ago there was not a single presence of a soul where now there was, a humanoid creature seemingly drenched in oil, now pulling herself out from the bottom of the floating land mass. As seconds passed and she slowly egressed, the ambiguity began to clear so colors and features would come to light. Light skin, green eyes, short blond hair covered by a blue beret fastened tightly to her head, a similarly shaded dress with a white stripe down the middle and golden detailing, and skin-tight black stockings to cover the rest of her legs.
She stuck to the underside of the island by anchoring herself with spiritual energy, and allowed her eyes to adjust to the sudden light of the area around her. Even from this vantage she could still tell it was somewhere in the middle of the day. She looked up—or rather, down—to see that the Iramasha Island floated above a great forest on the outskirts of the Rukongai. There were some soft shadows caused by what she could only assume were clouds, though the weather was overly pleasant besides that; disgusting. No matter, for it was not her place to complain about what life has dealt her. She was here for a reason, a task that has been beset upon her. ''I am...'' she began, before shortly cutting herself off. Her mind seemed to stop working, or at least contemplate deeply about what she was about to say. It was difficult to tell what was happening, but judging from the furrowed expression on her face, the most logical explanation to be had was that she'd confused herself. ''I am, Nobody. I have no name and no identity. I only have a purpose...''
Blink, and you'd miss it. Her body vanished and left a shadowy after-image in its place. Her form reappeared standing straight up upon a stable upright surface. She was now visible from the gates of the Iramasha district up ahead. There was no mistaking the presence now, and the sinister intent it held. Nobody, as the woman had declared herself to be, was already making hostile moves. Her arms pointed outstretched towards the grand doors, while energy surged around her form. An azure specter gradually took form around her, beginning from simple bones and evolving into a fully-fleshed human-like entity. It was like an exoskeleton, a greater form that the woman could manipulate from the inside; it took on the form of a samurai, albeit twisted to look demonic and menacing. As Nobody held her arms out, so too did the specter. With a deep booming thrum, a great ball of black fire was launched from the locus of the entity's palm, seemingly intended to hit the Iramasha Gates. However, instead, it stopped mid-air as it smashed into an invisible barrier—the protective layer set up as the island's first defense. The black flames would eat away at it like it was nothing more than a wafer, opening up a hole in the defense for her to walk through. Nobody's voice rang out lifelessly and monotonous, in symphony with the satanic chorus that was the specter's voice. ''A simple force field isn't going to stop me... bring out your warriors, Iramasha.''
Then the specter would dissipate, and Nobody would begin her trek forward alone, her feet taking her towards the gate.
On the roof of a building near the gates leading to the iramasha village, a red headed male was looking up at the sky. His wild hair waved back and forth with the win as he lifted his left arm to stare at it with his left eye. His other was covered with a white eyepatch, unable to see out in to the world beyond. This man, Aish Iramasha, was clad in his usual black slacks and red dress shirt, the image finished off by a black jacket that had been left open. His face had a look of boredom upon it as he lay there, but that was all about to change. A booming thrum had the man shooting in to an upright position as he grabbed the sheathed blade that had been laying beside him. Turning towards where the noise had come from, a grin formed upon his face. He could see two below, one who had attacked the barrier only to be thwarted by the one known as the devil of boundaries. A quick chaos warp took him closer to the situation, standing a good fifteen feet from the devil of boundaries. His position was slightly to the left and behind the other iramasha, his right hand drawing the blade from its blood red sheathe.
Slowly he began to walk forward, speaking up as the devil of boundaries finished her own words. A psychotic smile had formed on his lips as flames leaped to cover the blade of his weapon. He had been cooped up for far too long, he would have his fun here and now.
“Oy, it’s kinda obvious that she’s here to fight, barging in her like that. Why don’t you let me deal with this fool, Miss, I was getting too bored here anyways. Don’t worry about though…”
His grin grew as he roughly pulled the eyepatch off his head, Aish Iramasha’s right eye’s pupil widening before brilliant blue flames suddenly enveloped the eye, causing no harm to Aish or anyone else. His voice would drip with malice and bloodlust as he finished his sentence.
“…after all, I can see the attacks the fool will throw at me before it actually happens.”
If nobody prevented him from moving further, Aish would chaos warp forward, ending it a mere thirty feet from the intruder, sword raised in a defensive position.
“Nice to meet you fool.”
((OOC Note: Sorry that this isn't up to my usual capabilities, trying to get my muse rolling and I didn't want to make Phan wait any longer.))
__________________ "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Of course it is. Are YOU going to question beholder's artistic sense?"
Where there should have been the indiscriminatory spread of the Dark Pulse's black flames, instead the bolt smashed into a different surface prematurely, catching Nobody off guard. Then, they were erased, like the flame of a candle snuffed out. It was so sudden that it caused her eyes to twitch imperceptibly, confused about the outcome. The unholy voice of her familiar uttered the obvious within her mind, upset about the outcome. Most of it was unintelligible cacophony, though Nobody was at the least able to understand that it wanted her to release the power within her eyes; to help her, it explained. Nobody but blinked, and they shifted. Three black dots would appear in the green pools of each of her eyes, revolving around the pupil like the electrons of an atom. As they spun, her vision became more focused and refined as though someone was turning a knob to fine-tune them. Her perception grew to inhuman levels. She was seeing colors she never knew existed, and was able to isolate even the finest particles of dust in the air, or the subtle shifts of the wind as it flowed. Nobody could feel her familiar's power flowing into her eyes, lending her what she needed in order to determine what had happened. Whatever it was was gone now, but she would not miss it again.
An Iramasha presented herself, immediately spiking the urge to charge at her with reckless abandon. Nobody was leaning forward slightly as if she would break into a sprint at any moment; the sign of her impatience trying to break through her self-control. After all, the being had words for her that she found not to care. She was here to fight, and test the skills of those who called themselves Iramasha. As to the reasons why, she could not seem to recall; she just knew it was the task she had to execute. Yukuri Iramasha introduced herself as if making an acquaintance, a behavior Nobody could only describe as odd. ''I am Nobody. I do not seek victory. I seek a clash, and the Iramasha will give it to me.'' Without the demon's voice adding to her own, Nobody did not quite as threatening. However, something in her monotonous cold tone gave it a malevolent ambiance that chilled to the bone. It was quiet yet hardened, quickly spoken yet straight to the point. And sure enough, after her curt response the girl would break out of her standstill and rush at the Iramasha.
However, she was stunned once more by a sourceless light, causing her to come to a skidding halt as swiftly as she'd started off. Her eyes didn't miss this trick, able to pierce the light's veil and see some of the magic behind the scenes. Despite not being moved by any force, the gap between the two would expand by a small field. Her powers distorted the land, and yet it still did not explain the occurrence of the Dark Pulse vanishing. The two abilities seemed unrelated to her, but at the least it was a clue to work off of. Nobody presumed it was just to give her more time to speak. It would be easy to close the distance, honestly, if it was not for the barrier that prevented entry. Attempting the same trick would only result in the same response being used to answer it, so Nobody had to think of something else while the woman was yammering away... ample time. Ignoring the condescending tirade, she moved her arms away from her sides and lifted them up in two different directions, separated by a ninety degree angle. As she did, white reishi taken from the natural environment of this realm collected toward her hands. They coalesced into the form of long-barreled handguns of some sort, which she aimed at random points on the barrier.
Oh, the energy of this realm was abundant, and potent at that. Nobody powers were already devastating on the Living World, but this place was on another level. She charged two high-powered bolts, each causing the barrels of her guns to glow brighter and brighter. She felt like a single lapse of concentration could cause them to burst right then, but she held fast. That's when the distraction came. Another newcomer arrived on the scene, warping in front of her while she was in the middle of her build-up. This male was in dangerous proximity, sword held up, and it caused an immediate reaction from the trained markswoman. Her arms were brought together so fast they blurred their outlines, and the one who called her a fool would be looking down the barrels of two fully-charged weapons ready to fire. Nobody squeezed the triggers sequentially, releasing one round after the other for a total of two. They came out at sonic speed, as the victim would only hear the plasmatic blast of the weapon after the bolt hit them. They were not volatile in nature, but rather honed to perforate with high energy content. Against flesh, it would be like driving a hot spike into soft butter, given no resistance. And it would continue on after, both Holy Shots destined to strike the barrier behind the male Iramasha one after another.
Needless to say, Nobody was surprised, but that did not mean she was vulnerable.
It was as he stood before the woman that Aish was glad to have removed his eye patch before the battle started. He knew the strain his eye put upon his body, but it would be well worth it. For his eye saw in to the future, a few seconds ahead of reality. It wasn’t much, but it allowed the red head to survive where he otherwise wouldn’t. As it was, a mere second before Nobody actually fired her weapons did Aish rush in to motion. Brilliant orange flames enveloped him as he pushed to the side, trying to get out of the way of the shots that were now being fired. However, nothing was ever perfect, and so it was with the devil of phoenix flame’s right eye. While it might allow him to see in to the future in order to react before an event happened, he wouldn’t necessarily have the physical capabilities to actually do so. As it was, as Aish Iramasha made to get away from the attack on his person, his free hand and shoulder trailed behind the rest of his body. One blast slammed through his shoulder, the other through his elbow, eliciting a gasp of pain from the red eyed male as his body fell in to a roll, Aish ending in a crouch.
Gritting his teeth, he looked over as he saw his shoulder slowly regenerating, a sigh escaping him. It would take too long for that injury to heal, he couldn’t afford to take another hit like that. Raising his sword defensively, he took a deep breath as she concentrated deeply on her intent. From his back rose a set of brilliant wings, with plumage red, orange, and yellow. Heat radiated from the wings that signaled her demonic release. Pushing hard against the ground, Aish forced himself forward in a dead sprint as his new wings spread behind him. Wings beating against the air, he would soon lift in to the sky, his body rushing over the head of the attacker as he lashed out with his sword towards her shoulder. Once a few feet passed Nobody Aish’s body would pull upwards, soaring higher in to the sky before turning around. Surveying the battleground below him, a small grin would appear on the devil Iramasha’s face as soft words escaped him.
“I’ve missed this…”
__________________ "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." "Of course it is. Are YOU going to question beholder's artistic sense?"
There was the satisfactory sound of blood splattering across the ground slick, painting it bright red. Her opponent was not slow, it was just that her bolts were fast, faster than sound. Even amongst supernatural beings, outrunning a bullet was no easy task, considering the amount of time it took to realize the weapon had been fired, to order one's body to dodge, and then carry out the act of dodging. Nobody didn't know his name, but she sure hoped he enjoyed the sensation of a hot nail being driven into his shoulder. The light would pierce him, but his momentum would alter the trajectory of the projectile so that it split off from the trajectory of the other. This was coincidentally fortunate, sincei t was her original intention to strike two different areas of the barriers at once. Now all that was left was to watch, and observe she did as she witnessed them disappear. The difference here was that this time the girl caught it in the act, seeing as Yukuri's energy whipped out to counter the projectiles before they hit the static barrier. They hit some sort of threshold where they seemed to pass through the shield, before vanishing completely. They didn't seem to actually hit it, however... it was like some sort of portal, opening and then closing quickly. Was that was happened to the Dark Pulse earlier? Had it been sent away?
This one clue was progress, small but better than nothing.
In more ways than one, Nobody was adept at taking in her surroundings; as a Quincy, her ability to detect the subtle changes in the flow of spiritual energies was superb. It was a natural talent acquired merely by her race, as all Quincy tended to share. So, when she tried to draw upon the reishi in the area and found her intake to be wanting, she knew of the interference by Yukuri. It was everywhere she dared step—to find a single bit unprotected by the Iramasha was troublesome. Nobody noticed that a lot of energy was being spent in order to achieve this, and she wondered how well thought out this plan of hers actually was, or if she just had ludicrous amounts of energy to spend on the task. The question had to be bothered, was this actually worth it? How long could it be kept up, and how far and how thin was she spreading herself? Would she be able to keep every crook and plane under her guard? Honestly, this task of hers would prove to be quite difficult to handle when Nobody began to chafe against Yukuri's safeguard, cutting and hacking and grinding away at it while it was stretched so thin. She may have been strong, but if she continued to hold the natural Reishi away from her, then she would simply use Yukuri's instead. All techniques utilized energy, including this one. If she thought she could hold Nobody back like this, she would be sorely mistaken.
It was like a battle of wills between the two, neither much making any direct moves against the other, but sending their spirits out to fight against each other, in a way. There was no way she'd just allow Yukuri to freely pierce her soul without giving a fight back. As tendrils of her energy tried to reach for her, she batted them back with her own energy—it was trying to fight the Quincy at what she was best at. To make matters worse, Nobody was being completely still, switching to the defensive state of Blut Vene. For as long as the girl remained frozen like a statue, her ability to defend herself became amplified manifold. She was going to prove to Yukuri that trying to so easily pervade her soul was a fool's errand, as she continually got batted back by a series of barriers and counter strikes. Every time she circumvented one layer of defense, another two sprouted up to combat her—'No' she said to this, she was not going to reach her with that trick. The one thing that would be noticed, however, is that while June was maintaining such a powerful denial of Yukuri's attempts, her own trial against Yukuri's energy was not so strong. She seemed to be... sacrificing offensive potential for defensive in this state.
Then, she brought herself into close combat, which would soon to prove at minimum as a risky maneuver, or a huge mistake entirely. The speed with which she reacted was far beyond what a mind should have been able to. There was generally a speed limit on how fast one's nerve impulses could travel at, and yet Nobody would surpass that which was presumed. The switch between Blut Vene and Blut Arterie was as easy as hitting a switch, and her body gained newfound speed. She pirouetted and swung her weapon around to bring it straight at Yukuri's face the moment she arrived, seeming to have determined her destination before she'd traveled. For the second time this fight, Nobody was proving that she handled surprises with equally surprising efficiency, and would not hesitate to blast her head off with a single squeeze of the trigger. The dance continued, her body spinning in circles while she moved away from Yukuri utilizing impressive footwork. A circle of darkness traced itself on the ground and centered itself around Nobody, growing upwards by the second. Where the Chaos Blast was fired, there was already a wide tendril of shadows to intercept it and redirect the destructive energies around her; this was not a fight for the long-winded and improvident.
The constant spinning was not for nothing. While Nobody may as well have appeared as a blur to them, it allowed her to view the entirety of her surroundings in a fine, clear view while she utilized the Aishadou's power. Not only was she kept aware of Yukuri, but of the nameless boy Iramasha in addition. While spinning, she could fight both away, swinging her arms out and blasting off searing white bolts at them with terrifying accuracy and overwhelming frequency. For Aish, he needed to utilize those wings to evade lest he wish to impale himself upon the spikes that would no doubt perforate his body if given a free hit. Yukuri also had to worry about it—she already was dealing with trying to protect the environment from her greedy claws, now also with a constant barrage of Quincy blasts she needed to protect herself from. This was not truly an offense on Nobody's part, but more a maneuver to put both her opponents on the defense while she re-positioned herself to a better vantage. And when all was done, she fell still again, no longer stuck between the two foes, able to keep them both in her line of sight. Not only that, but the demonic skeleton she had summoned earlier had reemerged from the circle of shadows. This was the girl's inner darkness in form—Susanowa—wrapped around her like a guardian.
Suddenly, the strange pennants attached to her arms would make sense. Previously, they seemed to be no more than simple details about Nobody's style, but they were actually somehow related to her abilities. After she'd stopped firing, they both began to glow of an intense alabaster white, releasing heat and steam from their tips that distorted the air it passed through. This whole time, Nobody didn't point a single barrel down towards an enemy, just holding them upright in the air as she let them cool off. She seemed vulnerable, and yet Susanowa stood there like a hulking bear ready to swipe at anyone who dared step to close with its monstrous claws. This... spirit, if it could be even called that... it turned toward Yukuri and gave her a strange long look. When the Iramasha whispered dark lines, it was this manifestation that received it, and yet it did not know how to receive them. It didn't know much besides that his master's enemies were his enemies, and that he would not let a single one of them harm her. When it spoke, it spoke not because of a desire to, but merely because his essence was so strongly imprinted upon Nobody's. Again that demonic intermingling of voices came out as both she and Susanowa spoke together: ''Your words fall upon deaf ears, Iramasha. It would be better for you to simply take upon the demeanor of your male companion, and revel in the combat. It is difficult to understand the enigma that doesn't adhere to logic. It is hard to intimidate the beast that knows no feeling. I told you already... I am Nobody!''
That's when Susanowa convulsed, his back arching in a way that would break a person's own spine, his face tilted up towards the sky to release a satanic roar to the heavens. From its adumbral bones was unleashed a rain of arrows, each pitch black and trailed by a thick smog. They seemed to float in the air for a moment as they reached the apex of their flight—they turned, roughly aiming for the two targets, before launching themselves. The skies were streaked with darkness, blotting out the sunlight below, and the arrows desired to pierce the flesh of those who opposed Susanowa's master. Each of them were imbued with the dark pulse, a carnivorous energy that would devour everything in their wake until there was simply nothing left to eat. If even one touched them, it would slowly turn their body into sludge as it consumed all useful materials within them; it would unmake them. Not only that, but the land would become desecrated even if they missed their original targets, as the Dark Pulse held no bias to its food. Yukuri had managed to counter this element before by sending it far far away... but just how much was she willing to continue stressing herself to protect herself, her ally, and her island? When would all the meaning in her actions become... hopeless?
100 meters FROM the altercation that was currently underway, a natural occurrence had made himself present. Ever since his emergence from the Laboratory and into the rankings as Captain of Squad 7, substantial efforts had been applied toward Keeping the captain isolated WITHIN the Soul Society, only permitting him leave to fetch a specific brand of Liquor he favored which would require his immediate return shortly after. Romulus was a liability, as potent a weapon as he was FOR the Soul Society, placed specifically AROUND certain individuals, things and forces of nature he could very well be the source of it's destruction. Precautions galore were taken on the day he was released from the Bowels of Central 46, Patched, much like the legendary Zaraki Kenpachi. His ranking and movements, restricted. His Training, limited to those of SPECIFIC power sets and prominence to prevent his own natural gifts of Physiology and Power Set from doing what they do best.----Massing.
Stated plainly, Romulus was a Walking S2 Engine. A walking Reactor and the matter contents available to him were in an such abundance it was intoxicating. A proverbial buffet, Reiishi, Demonic Energy, Spacial Matter..it was all here and his body was drinking it in  with a gluttonous manner. His body reacted as such, An electromagnetic field of growing prominence was isolated around the towering figures body who strode closer and closer to the fray at hand. A single crimson eye stared forward at the combatants and a brimming, simply WIDE Grin plastered across his face. He was thoroughly enjoying the battle---and had not even swung his sword let alone laid eyes on it. There would be an immediatey oddity about the situation at hand. Nevermind the fact that at nearly 9' tall, the Captain's Appearance was nothing short of imposing. He WAS, Power. Everything about him advertised it. From the way the Captains Over-Coat Swayed in the power soaked winds, from the Dynamism crackling wildly about that imposing frame, the Captain ADVERTISED....Prominence. But what was with the lacking spiritual pressure? Aye, POWER could be sensed from the man, that was simply because he was Absorbing, Massing, and Converting ambient Matter and localizing it---that was external. He was only spoon-feeding that external anima into his own personal reserves, and when the external anima was that great it MASKED the presence of his own spiritual pressure. It was when he STUFFED that gathering into his OWN----That's when that great weight hits those of insufficient magnitude.
But not this group. No. This gathering here was a gathering of power. Romulus could tell. Because he was attracted here. Central 46...The Soul Society...know that their greatest weapon, forged over the 3 millennia of data assimilation and genetic tampering, was drawn to VAST sources of power, which is ultimately why they kept him away from any credible source of it. For in the presence of Great Power---He is simply THAT much more powerful himself. And nobody wants to risk a Power they cannot control. And in fear of trying his patience, the Reins were loosed and Romulus was allowed to travel of his own accord and immediately found himself, HERE. By now he was at least 50 meters from the gathering, still pluming with a vast Electromagnetic Aura localized around his being, and FINALLY, some vocalization could be gained from him as his voice boomed across the gap. "FINALLY..........Real Satisfaction!"Whether this meant he simply wanted to stand there and absorb all that was here for his own? Unclear. Could this mean that he intended on partaking in the throws of combat here???? Also unclear, but highly probable. The Underlying fact however is that the longer he was left to his devices with no resistance, the greater an issue he'd eventually become.
Active Powers and Abilities:
1- Solenoid Function: Romulus' physiology has him in a constant state of Absorbing, Massing and Converting matter. This incoming matter can be in varying states, Solid, Energy, ect. Traditionally Romulus feeds constantly on Free Flowing Spiritual Energy, and can either chose to Localize it, in the form of an electromagnetic aura (Center it around him externally, trickling it into his own personal reserves) or Add it directly to his own.] With in inactive Shikai, his body naturally stockpiles converted matter, a trickle feed like the current will continue upping his prominence by a factor x5 (5 Times his base)per turn active.