New Heroes [Soul Society, Open]

Mon Jul 27, 2015 11:28 pm

Artist: liltommyj - Song: Modular

So this was the Soul Society... This was the place she was told about where the Shinigami resided, and where Pluses went when they were purified. She looked up at the towering gate before her, its girth blocking her path to what Fantasia could only assume was majesty behind it. Where she was now she knew to be the Rukongai, where the common villagers lived. It reminded her of her old little town in a way, the people here only getting by by scraping off what they could, living in nothing more than huts. The blue-haired girl felt pity, but she couldn't stick around here—she had purpose. She wanted to get into the holy city of the Shinigami, to fulfill the duty she believed was only appropriate for herself. It was the Hollows that were her arch enemies, as an entirety, and it was the Shinigami who's job it was to directly deal with Hollows. She could only find taking up the mantle to be fitting for her. Fantasia figured that meant the first step to take would obviously be to try and get into the Seireitei, but the walls before her were just so great. As her blue eyes drifted towards the top and mentally measured the height, she guessed that it wouldn't be too hard to scale the wall, but there were problems with that too. One, she'd already been warned by Varius that a second invisible layer of protection separated the Seireitei from the Rukongai, and that she wouldn't be able to get through it. Two, there was a capable-looking fighter stationed at guard in front of the gate, and he was clearly watching her.

Was it because she stood out? Had she already done something suspicious? How long would it take her to realize that she was alone here, looking around in places she shouldn't be, before it became apparent that his gaze on her wasn't that abnormal? Who knows? Fantasia came to the conclusion that there was only one logical route here, and she decided to take it. She moved really fast, failing to hold herself back as she closed the distance between her and the Gate Guardian even though she was not in combat. It was a simple lapse of mind; Fantasia wasn't even considering attacking him, she just forgot to slow her pace down like a normal person. Thus, her sudden disappearance and reappearance directly in front of his face caused shock, and then a gasp, and then he fumbled around with his sheathed weapon until it slid out and was brandished at Fantasia. ''Whoa whoa whoa whoa! ...Whoa! Keep back or I'll be forced to use this, lady.'' His Zanpakutō tip pointed straight at her face, almost nipping it. Fantasia reflexively leaned back to as her pupils narrowed on the sharp point, before sliding back a few feet to a safe distance. She didn't think she was that intimidating, but no matter, she wanted to settle his worries. She wasn't hostile.

''You don't have to worry about us, we aren't going to attack, we just wish to enter these gates into the Seireitei.'' The statement was calm and friendly, to help enforce that she didn't intend to fight. It was quite a curt response, but all was really said that needed to be said in Fantasia's opinion. She didn't really understand the rules and systems of the Soul Society, so the Gate Guardian's retort slightly confused her. ''Heh, sorry lady, but you're not getting through these doors while I'm here. Go back to your little hut now... Wait did you say there were more of you?'' He suddenly seemed on edge, looking around for the aforementioned 'us' by the lady, but finding nothing. It would seem the two failed to understand each other. Fantasia referred to herself as us do to the very specific circumstances that surrounded her existence. She was many people in one body, and so she always treated herself as a group of people by habit. The Gate Guardian, in turn, figured that Fantasia was just another filthy Rukongai peasant, trying to take the easy way of life in the Seireitei. Both of them were buffoons, truly, so it would take the assistance of a third persona in order to resolve the situation.

''You idjits... FANTASIA! Unsheath me if you will, and allow me to speak to this whelp of a Shinigami,'' came a haughty male voice from an undetermined location, as it was muffled by fabric. Fantasia, seemingly understanding while the Gate Guardian remained confused, widened her eyes before pulling back the flap of her cape. Attached to her hip was indeed a sheath, and a sword within it. She grabbed ahold of the hilt and slid it out with a metallic hum, before presenting it to the Shinigami, tip pointing downward. Suddenly, a voice emitted from the weapon as the blade glowed blue with every syllable. The sword was speaking. ''Gate Guardian, your duties are commendable, but they do not apply here. You are holding back a Shinigami from entry into her new home. No... more than that. Fantasia, show him the artifact you received.'' At his command, she once again pulled her cape away from her sides and reached into a pouch saddled on her waist. She retrieved from it an item that would surprise even the Gate Guardian, who at this point was just going on with the flow of things. Held outward in her palm was a wooden hexagonal badge with a cross and skull.

It was the badge of the Substitute Shinigami, doubtlessly, seen last only in the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki.

Tue Jul 28, 2015 12:17 am

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What a day it had been, he'd been researching all night again. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he walked towards the gate. Tsubasa had left the previous night to practice out in the country in quiet. He yawned slightly as he walked towards the gate, moving around people with footwork that few would notice. He didn't even seem to be paying them mind just tiredly walking around them. He was a swordsman after all, his eyes glanced at the female and the situation. The people were being rather noisy about the whole thing, he kept his spiritual pressure completely hidden. "You are all being rather noisy today." He said calmly as he walked forward slowly. Two swords were on his hip, both around the same size as he walked to stand beside the female's location. His eyes looked at the sword and to the badge slowly, he didn't really care if people knew who he was. But Tsubasa had a reputation and was someone who'd become fairly well known for his swordplay and the books on that topic.

Though he often said people who wanted training rarely read books. Among other things, the white haori blew around him showing a sign of him as the Twelfth Division symbol that moved on his back. Tsubasa Unabara had come to the gate, he studied the female and the nature of the Guardian. Before he spoke once again and listened to the sword as it spoke. Interesting, her Zanpakutō perhaps it was rather open to talking. "Someone new huh, with the Substitute Badge at that.." He commented softly, Tsubasa didn't see much reason to get involved too heavily yet. The Guardian would know who he was, as would most around here. Tsubasa's reputation in Soul Society was big, he brought a hand to his chin after wiping at his eyes for a moment. His eyes scanned the female over, she was in decent shape most likely a close range fighter if he had to guess. The sword and her grip was good, but aside from that a couple things he could tell from that. He sighed one before his tired eyes got slightly serious as he looked to the Guardian.

"They aren't enemies Gate Guardian, these people are like neighbors and friends. We treat them nicely and they do in return, when they need our help or ask for it..We help them, she is a Shinigami judging by her sword alone..The badge merely supports it, let her through without further incident.." Tsubasa said this sentence to remind the Guardian that the duty at present was to bridge the gap between the Rukongai and the Seireitei. Tsubasa figured the traditionalists would be trouble at some point, though he doubted further issue would be had from here. He turned to look at the female now, he wasn't one for manners normally. But he looked at the girl, he wondered what Division she would be joining. It was unlikely she came only to be a bystander in it all. "Welcome to the Seireitei." Tsubasa was tired and not really thinking about introductions, besides he was sure the Gate Guardian or someone would of mentioned him to her at some point.

Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:43 am

Artist: liltommyj - Song: Modular

Fantasia could care less who or what let her in, so long as she was let in. She was on a mission of great justice! Of course she had a trump card she could pull out, letting a select few within the Gotei 13 vouch for her to let her in, but she didn't want to have to rely on that. Hopefully the wooden badge she swung about in his face so closely that it was practically rubbing it off would be enough proof for them. She was definitely a Substitute Shinigami, and anyone with the ability to analyze her would be able to see it—she was quite clearly a human being with living flesh and solid matter, yet the Zanpakutō in her hand and the spiritual signature she was giving off suggested she was also a Shinigami. Perhaps the apathetic Gate Guardian couldn't see it, but a new figure arrived to the scene, seeming overall just superior to the former. Judging him a better canditate to talk to, she turned to him and started flailing her arms at him, swinging the Zanpakutō and Shinigami badge at his face so he could quite clearly see the proof she presented.

That's when the sword spoke up, suddenly shifting from its contemptuous tone from earlier into a more respectful yet familiar one. Ahhhhhhaaaaaaa! Tsubasa-san! Small world, meeting you here under such... circumstances as these... As you can see, I've lost a bit of weight, got myself a new look, and *ahem* been sealed inside of an ancient blade.'' After he finished speaking, there was an awkward silence, where even Fantasia was out of the loop, looking at her sword with a furrowed brow. Still, she'd let the Zanpakutō spirit have its say, explaining exactly who he was and how things came to be like this. ''It's Varius Adelbrecht, do you remember me? It was before the Gotei Thirteen came to be, I was part of the Crusade against the Hollows. We didn't meet much but I could never have forgotten your great deeds for the sake of the Soul Society. Surely you remember me, right? Right?'' The disembodied voice grew more desperate at the end, feeling quite insignificant before a man of such stature. The two were both from a time long ago, but one's course of history went well while the other... was imprisoned in a little girl's sword.

''Well, nonetheless, I went missing a long time ago, got a little too far into Hueco Mundo, and so I sealed myself away inside my sword in order to protect myself. It worked! I just, had to wait for quite a while to be found is all... and it may not look like it, but this girl is strong. It really may not look like it, actually... But believe me!'' Again, desperate, as his own past was quite pitiful. This must have been karma for being so arrogant in the past, and even when he was eventually saved, it was by a little girl rather than a great masculine warrior. He was in a self-depreciating mood now, lamenting over his unluckiness in life. When Varius went silent, Fantasia would speak up, not needing to change her own tone. After all, everything she was witnessing was new to her; an entirely new world. She did not know Tsubasa, nor as she heard of is reputation. She did not even make the connection that his white Haori indicated his status as a Captain, so she spoke to him as she would any other person. ''We thank you for clearing things up for us, it is...''—she paused, looking for the right word, as big words were not usually found in her vocabulary, but she was making the additional effort—''imperative, that we join the Gotei, we think. We mean to de... deal with them and understand that it is a member of the Gotei's duty to do such, correct? We also plan to live in Soul Society from now on, since we're Varius made us into a Shinigami.''

Concluding her explanation, she sheathed her sword and pocketed the badge simultaneously in the span of a second, her arms blurs as they moved and the cape swishing as it was moved aside. She did not even need to look where she was aiming, keeping her gaze intent on Tsubasa's goldenrod hues. The conversation was now between them, and so the Gate Guardian bit his lip in frustration and sauntered off. Fantasia could have sworn he was muttering complaints of his name not even being known, and how annoying the residents in the Rukongai were, though she couldn't be sure. It didn't detract from her focus one bit, so it looked like she didn't even realize his departure. She would pop her eyes wider in surprise as she realized something embarrassing however. ''Oh! By the way, our name is Fantasia Nevermore, allies to all that is good and just.'' She bowed, having practiced this greeting time and time again, figuring that it sounded pretty cool if she did say so herself. Varius could only let out a muffled groan from his sheath and somehow audibly rolled his eyes.

Wed Jul 29, 2015 5:12 pm

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He raised an eyebrow for a moment, that voice was certainly nostalgic to hear, he smiled a bit as he spoke. "Looks as though circumstances gave you an interesting tale my old friend. I can tell, don't forget I was well known for being able to tell just from a glance about things..She's got a good grip and she's not in bad shape.." He said softly confirming his old friend's thing as he gave the girl a polite bow of sorts. His body was still in pretty bad straights so currently he didn't do much fighting. Training was more or less his way of passing the time and trying to fix the problem. His daughter had calmed him down quite a bit as he smiled softly and spoke. "Join a Division where you can grow and become a powerful warrior, make sure you do my friend proud Fantasia." Tsubasa said softly as he exhaled a breath and began to walk on towards the Seireitei. It was time to return to the place where he belonged, Tetsuya had been busy. And his pressure flower had been well far more busy as she was living up to her job. Tsubasa was on a warrior's vacation of sorts till his body recovered, studying how best to use his powers. Tsubasa was the first one on scene that day when the incident occurred. But all that happened made him question very important things about himself. Had he gotten soft in his old age, was it almost time to let Tetsuya take over. He couldn't throw his son to the wolves, only one choice was free for him. Get stronger and more powerful then he was, that pathway was clear. Tsubasa had to devise ways to not be stopped by such things. Also a way to use that, he studied that power again and again. But for now it was a happy day, a new face of a hero was joining. She was being lead b a brave soul of the past. She would have a bright future ahead of her, Tsubasa ran a hand along his chest as he got himself comfortable for the walk. It was true had he wanted he could of left already, but something about the calm walks brought him peace.

Oh, that's right he should extend something for his old friend. "If your interested in learning swordplay, I know a couple tricks I can teach you." He didn't boast anymore as Tsubasa learned some humility after a while. Though some tricks was an understatement for him as he grow into a different person. Tsubasa knew the answers normally to the harder questions, but something about him since the last defeat changed him for the better. At least in many views, he had a laid back personality and seemed very relaxed as he calmed down more. Part of it was Tsubaki's influence, his daughter went out of her way to change her father. To great success, he couldn't really fight with that face. But that aside he looked on smiling as he watched the female and waited for a response. She had something to say he was sure, but it was hard to figure out the whole scale of her power. Without testing it himself, but the Unabara were soon to be one of the upper families of this place.

Each member of the family tasked with maybe teaching someone proper combat, but forever hiding the secrets of what made them so deadly. He lost the smile for a moment and brought his fist into his palm sideways. "Oh, almost forgot to get the food on the way home." Tsubasa had changed for the better, his old friend may of noticed or may not of. That the man known as Demon Eye's Unabara didn't really show too much these days. But in the end it was for the best that he didn't be such a cold person. You had to grow stronger for the things that mattered, for Tsubasa it was always his family. But for once in his life a selfish desire clung to him, he wished to do it for his children specially. Not his family as a whole but so those kids didn't have to get their hands dirty and bloody the way he did. Tetsuya may of been too late to save from it, but Tsubaki was young. A conversation with his son for a later time perhaps. "Where are you looking to go by the way?" He could at the very least give her an escort so no further issuers happened.

Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:29 am

Artist: liltommyj - Song: Modular

Varius could only bemoan his existence on these days, the gentle words of Tsubasa only seeming to add gas to the fire; the fire of self-depreciation. Muffled sobs drifted out from the sheathe where his blade... or face... lied. It was nice to be recognized, but such was the patheticness of the situation. Nothing could cheer him up while he thought about his current state. Still, something akin to gratitide was muttered in a whisper from Varius, quiet but audible, before he returned to his fit of despair. Fantasia seemed entirely oblivious to her companion's distress, focused on the present and her quest. Tragic, really, but to be expected. It was one thing that Varius could take happiness from, having such a determined youth under his care. At least if he could be an extension of her, and pass down his power to her, then he could leave behind a legacy, and that was all that mattered in the end, wasn't it? He derived an ounce of pride from her even though he didn't often show it. You couldn't judge this book by its cover, and he was sure even for someone like Tsubasa, Fantasia would be able to triumph over his expectations.

Fantasia, as intent as she was on the words spoken, did not miss the compliment about her, causing stars to appear in her shimmering azure hues. She was hung up on it, given praise before showing him anything yet, and clearly was happy to receive it. She was quite like dog, and responded favorably to his kind words. ''Arigato! Arigato!'' she exclaimed, bowing her head twice more, one for each thanks, with overenthusiastic fervor. Her blue bangs swished about with the moved and settled unnaturally upon her face, blocking her eyes behind a curtain of her hair. In a curt flash of embarrassment, she puffed hair from her lips to blow the locks out of the way, helping somewhat. It was true for each positive point found in Fantasia, there was another negative counterpart to be found with it. She was valuable gem, but it was difficult to see it behind all the rock and dirt. She was yet to be refined. And not just in the battle sense, but from a mentality sense. Especially the mentality sense.

She'd expected to learn from the Soul Society. Varius had spoken the legends of the Shinigami, and Yoruichi had given her a piece of what to expect from the Gotei. The blond was a big fish in a small pond before, but now was time to move into the ocean; she was just a guppy here. It was excellent, then, that she had already been given the opportunity from a superior to learn 'a few tricks.' such a gracious man, this Tsubasa was, causing the Substitute Shinigami to bow her head several more times in quick succession. ''Arigatoarigatoarigato!'' The words left her mouth without breath or pause, coming out welded together into one solid amalgamation. The gratitude was brimming from every syllable. She didn't even bother to fix her hair this time. ''We do not need to pick and choose our destination. We will abide by the rules and laws of the Soul Society. We will follow the path forward no matter its twists and turns... What matters is that justice is carried out!''

Despite the corny lines that seemed to be ripped straight out of a historical drama, the girl had such a bright honesty about her that it felt just right for her. What mattered was the meaning behind the lines, and that was what Fantasia truly believed in. She was willing to go to and do as the Gotei directed her so long as it meant carrying out her personal justice. Frankly, the fit between her and the Gotei was perfect, as their interests happened to align. Besides... It wasn't like Fantasia knew anything about the various divisions of the organization anyways; she had never stepped foot into this realm until this very day, and she was never taught the intricacies by any of her mentors. It saved her the embarrasment of having to admit she did not know.

If thoughts were visible, then a large yellow exclamation point would have popped out of the girl's blonde little head as a new voice joined the conversation. She always had been poor with her spiritual sense, but it was more her nature of lacking awareness of her surroundings that caused her to notice the new arrival late. It was an early glimpse into her faults, but it would not be the only time it happened, no doubt. This one must have also been a Shinigami judging from the sword on his hip, though his vibe was more muted than Tsubasa's; softer. Fantasia watched as the male joined the group, noticing her but focusing his attention to Tsubasa with a letter to impart to him. Huh, a courier delivering a message, meaning that perhaps the telegraph had not yet been invented in the Soul Society? Or so Fantasia thought before the very same man withdrew a cell phone from his apparel, blasting her assumption straight out of the water. Fantasia coughed awkwardly, figuring it best not to inquire on the inner workings of the Seireitei just yet.

No matter, as the girl was easily distracted. Her mouth formed an 'oh' shape and her eyes sparkled once more as she witnessed the man's transformation from a samurai warrior into a modern teenager, though she admitted the effect would be much greater if done in the opposite direction. 'So this is the power of the Shinigami. Amazing... We can only swing a big metal weapon around. She was left stunned in awe for a moment, but she eventually came to in order to answer the question. ''O-Oh. Yes!'' she blurted, before clearing her throat. ''Our name is Fantasia Nevermore, allies to all that is good and just.'' Pridefully, she puffed out her chest to the one who named himself Ikari, clearly thinking her introduction to be cool. It wasn't even an answer to his question, but it was what she'd practiced in front of the mirror, so that's what she went with.

''Or was it, 'true and just'?

Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:50 am

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Tsubasa stopped glancing at the male who arrived, he listened calmly to Ikari. It seemed Zero had sent him, Tsubasa produced a vial from his vest smiling somewhat softly. "I have some medicine for now Ikari, oh welcome by the way." He said as he put it back into his vest as he decided to do introductions real quick. "This is Ikari of the Iramasha, she is a new recruit for the Gotei 13.." He said calmly as he gave the situation the attention to detail it needed. He rubbed his chin and glanced at the female now listening to what she had. That line seemed rehearsed a bit, he shrugged his shoulders. Tsubasa had calmed down somewhat after the events of most the fights he'd been through. He was a powerful warrior capable of showing up and fighting most his enemies without mercy. However recently being a good dad was all that concerned the Pale Rider. His friend knew the reputation he had, it wasn't justice not really. To him it was murder, they slaughtered those people during the lawless age. The Unabara did it to survive, now they were nobles. Their wasn't anyone for him to go for guidance on things. He was the figure head now, Tsubasa wasn't allowed to be unsure of things. Iriko and Ibiki counted on him as the third party in the powerful Gotei 13. He was one of the strongest Captains but Tsubasa didn't ever stop training, he believed that his might would be needed someday. But he had a goal that hadn't been met yet, he smiled as he walked over grabbing some kendo sticks. "Here, swing with this a couple times..You can try swinging at me if you need too..Ikari's a medic so should anything go wrong it will be fine." He said smiling warmly as he looked at the figure of the male. The tachyon medicine worked well, he gripped his own kendo stick. Feeling the weight and craft of, he suspected it could handle a good portion of his strength. For now he'd watch and see what the female did. He wanted to see what promise she had with his own eyes, what potential lay locked away beneath the surface.

It was the great gift of the Unabara, something they all eventually learned they could do. They could see the hidden potential of a warrior and show them how to bring it out, this was their gift. They were capable training many at a time, though very few got to train with Tsubasa. Most didn't survive training with Tsubasa his own son had almost died from it. Tsubasa closed his eyes softly, first he needed to meet with Kakeru while healing up. He had plans, the Unabara was intending to do something that no one had ever seen. Tsubasa was about to shake things up again, it was almost time for him to do so. But that was later, the Unabara had their own tasks here. This was a solo project something he wanted to do alone. Nothing to do with his family, which was an odd thing for the Unabara. He put them first, but he felt a earning to do something else. For now, it was time to take a look at the child and see just how much was hiding beneath the surface. Tsubasa's tachyon problems were handled due to his medicine, it was about time they figured out what came next.

He waited for her to come taking no stance, but something about the way he stood. It had no openings, Tsubasa wasn't showing any. He didn't have an opening in the current way he stood he could react fast enough to counter act blows from most. Unless they were fast enough to make him move, but this was of no matter for now. He didn't want to use his reiatsu for now, just wanting to see what the female would do. She had been handed a wooden sword for now, a real Zanpakutō would of been a touch dangerous. Considering who he was and how much work Ikari was in already, he just wanted to see the female's over all skill. He gripped his kendo sword in a regular fashion, keeping it at his side. Four people were needed, Tsubasa and Kakeru could certainly fill two spots, but who to go to for the remaining two. Shadin wasn't much of a swordsman nor was his brother truly. Perhaps the remaining two simply didn't exist, he would need to wait and see before following any ambition he had.

Tsubasa holding a sword gave off a whole new vibe, it was dangerous like something really big was in the place with them. But for now thoughts aside, the plan would wait till later.

Sun Aug 16, 2015 5:02 pm

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