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Subject Post 1Subject: Train me, damnit (OPEN i guess) Thu Feb 04, 2016 5:26 pm
"Are you gonna do something or am I just gonna stand here forever?"
Rachael stood there with her arms crossed, staring at Hayden from the other side of the clearing. After bitching at him for at least an hour to spar with her, so she could get stronger to keep up with her sister's growing power levels, the young doge girl managed to finally convince annoy her "friend" into training her. Right now, Rachael was in gym shorts with a black tank top and sneakers, as was her usual dueling attire. However, it would become quite apparent for the young girl just how powerful Hayden was. Last she remembered, Hayden was around her power level. That was when they met in the forest a long, long time ago, however, and Rachael was far too unaware as to how powerful her training partner truly was now.
Sighing and unfolding her arms, Rachael closed her eyes and focused what poor amounts of reiatsu she had in comparison to Hayden into her eyes, preparing to release her sacred state. It was a fairly weak first release state, but there really wasn't much Rachael knew how to do about that. It was for that reason that she decided to bitch at her Shinigami "friend" to train with her. Turning her head towards Hayden, the young woman slowly reopened her eyes to reveal that they now glowed a deep red, indicating the release of her sacred state.
And Rachael's jaw dropped the moment she looked at Hayden. "W-When... did you get so much... e-energy?" She wondered out loud, staring in awe at the sheer amount of energy that she could see within and around the man she once knew. You mean people could become this strong? "How the fuck...?" she mumbled before shaking her head. It wouldn't do her any good to think about how strong Hayden was. He wouldn't kill her for no reason, she knew that for certain, so there was nothing to be afraid of right? Or maybe he would... Just by looking into her eyes, Hayden would be able to see how upset Rachael was by how strong he had gotten, and how weak she had stayed. The realization that they wouldn't be training together and that Hayden was the one who would be doing the training made her ears and tail twitch in discomfort.
"H-How are we doing this... then?" The dog-eared girl asked Hayden. Would they fight, or would Hayden just completely overpower her? The thought made Rachael feel weak and useless. But that was why she was here, and if she felt so badly about it then that meant she would just have to try harder to become stronger. Maybe if she wasn't such a little bitch and just train by herself then she'd get stronger?
'Fuck off, me.'
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Train me, damnit (OPEN i guess) Sat Jul 09, 2016 12:28 am
Rachael listened to Hayden talk about how he had been busy while Rachael was lazing around, letting life pass her by idly. This was a clear example of what happened when you didn't stay in touch with your comrades. Rachael wouldn't necessarily call Hayden her friend, but that wasn't because she didn't like him. Underneath her bitter exterior, she had a slight fondness for the man and his... blissful ignorance? Well, that's what Rachael called it back then. Hayden had clearly changed in many a way. She wasn't even entirely sure if he was "ignorant" back then. And now...? The young mutant girl felt incredibly inferior. She had much to do, much to learn, but that was why she was here.
Yet at the mention of how she was likely to undergo plenty of physical stress and damage, Rachael didn't seem to back down. It seemed like she was perfectly fine with this. Even if she did feel her heart skip a beat at the thought of dying just because she underestimated Hayden's power, Rachael's still stared into the man's eyes, a blazing determination visible in her own. She didn't need to be told that there was a possibility of death here. Not because she expected it, but because it made no difference in her decision. There was no choice to be made here. Because of her sister, it was do or die. There was no stopping now.
"You want to know why I seek power?" Wondered the bitter girl to Hayden. There was a silence for several moments after Rachael asked this, her lips pursing up as she debated whether or not Hayden would believe her story. After almost thirty seconds of neither of them saying a word, Rachael sighed and shook her head. "After this, when we're done here... I don't know how much time I'll have. I don't even know how much time I have now." Rachael said, crossing her arms underneath her chest. "All I know is that this is completely necessary to save the lives of plenty of people in Karakura."
After leaving this vague explanation for Hayden, Rachael released her reiatsu and uncrossed her arms, lowering herself into a battle stance. It was sloppy enough to give Hayden plenty of an idea of what he was working with here. Not only that, but coupled with her already fairly weak reiatsu, it was clear the doge had very little actual combat experience. At least, with anyone sentient. Most of the time the girl just fought Hollows for training, but that wasn't enough anymore.It was just another reason why she asked Hayden to train her.
"I have no intention of letting my sister commit such an atrocity, no matter how much bitterness I hold towards the general masses." Rachael continued on, her eyes now glowing a deep red. "I couldn't care less what happens to them, but her...? Just think about how she'd feel once she finally came to her senses, after that... thing, leaves her alone."
Whether Hayden had any idea what the doge was talking about or not didn't bother Rachael at all. As long as he got the general idea, she was sure he'd consider it a reason for what they were about to do. Whether or not it was a good reason, she didn't care. As long as she could stop her sister from doing such an atrocious deed, Rachael didn't care what happened to her. If that wasn't visible in her eyes as she stared Hayden down despite all the things that put her at a disadvantage here, then she didn't know what was.
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Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Train me, damnit (OPEN i guess) Sat Jul 09, 2016 11:21 am
ANGEL OF DARKNESS
The morning Sun emitted wave after wave of heat, warming the Living Realm immensely. The heat blew through the cloak and shirt of The Angel of Darkness, causing the heat to be absorbed within the black color of his clothing. With the heat of his clothing heating up for the sun, he didn't really have need for the cloak that he wore. However, he still wore it for some reason. As his left hand drifted to his Zanpakutō, his pale fingers gently wrapped around the hilt of the Shinigami's main weapon. The young boy inhaled, before exhaling silently. The wave of uneasiness that came from his heart and soul was powerful. He felt so on edge today. Why? He was paranoid about multiple things. After the events with Zaine Kil'Jaeden and his minions, the Angel of Darkness was always nervous about traveling to the Living Realm.
His pale fingers gripped tighter on the Zanpakutō that hung at his side, but they soon slipped down to the sheath of the sword, and his thumb soon traveled to under the tsuba. His eye darted around, scanning for any threats that could be possible within his vicinity. A wave of spiritual pressure hit him and he near fell over from how massive it was. He head spun upon contact with the spiritual pressure. Nausea and dizziness hit him with full force, and he fell to his knees. Holding back the urge to throw back up his breakfast, Henrex reached under his scarf, covering his mouth with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head back and forth, trying to keep himself from vomiting.
As the minutes went by, the nauseating feeling soon faded, and Henrex finally was able to stand up. As he did, his entire body shook and stumbled. He was having trouble standing. He feet trembled underneath him as he continued to attempt to stand. A single hand went to his head as he stumbled further and further, with him ending up leaning against a wall. Shaky breaths came from the Angel of Darkness as he recuperated. He gently shook his head, before standing up straight. The wave of nausea and dizziness that had hit him slowly faded away, allowing Henrex to move once again. As he started taking one slow, carefully placed step after the other, his mind wondered.....who's spiritual pressure WAS that? It wasn't anyway he knew. He had to find out.
He could tell two things from this spiritual pressure. One, it was a Vizard's spiritual pressure. There were extremely strong traces of both Hollow and Shinigami spiritual energy within the immense pressure itself. The other thing was....it was immensely strong. It was...just slightly stronger than his captain, Kuro Okami. Perhaps....he could help him get stronger? Possibly. This caused Henrex to quickly look around, seeing if anyone was around, before the chain connecting his cloak together would dissolve, and the cloak would fall to the ground. As this was done, the scraping of a sword leaving it's sheath would be heard, as the quick movements of Henrex's wrists and hands quickly sliced two large circle shaped holes in the back of his shirt.
With those holes, it revealed two black wing tattoos. As these holes were formed, these two tattoos would glow and slowly begin to enlarge. True wings were formed. Black, feathery wings. These wings would slowly grow from his back, before releasing a small shock-wave of spiritual pressure due to the seal that had been placed on him to hide these wings, as well as the seal made of his own spiritual energy/pressure. The wings that he had just unsealed would spread wide, and Henrex would crouch down. Allowing his foot to slip forward, Henrex would take flight. Flying high into the sky, Henrex would soon be able to track and locate the exact location of the spiritual pressure he had just been hit by.
The eye of Henrex Astillon would slowly scan the area, before finally being able to pinpoint exactly where this spiritual pressure came from. A training area? From the height Henrex was at, he was unable to fully tell what it was. As Henrex slowly flew over, his body would descend as he drew closer. Landing on the ground a small distance away, Henrex's wings would slowly retreat into his back, before sealing them once again. As he drew closer, Henrex would slowly draw his sword a small portion from the sheath, and a small pinch of black/purple spiritual energy would emerge from from it, flowing to the back of his shirt, and reach out to cover the two large holes on the back of his shirt.
With the holes in his shirt covered, and his wings sealed, Henrex was hiding himself once more. With his silent steps taking him forward, out of his hiding place, Henrex would slowly reveal himself to the ones in this training area. With the scars on the entire left side of him able to be seen, as well as some of the tattoo-like markings on his arms, face, and hands, Henrex felt mildly uneasy about showing himself. Regretting taking off his cloak, he continued to slowly make his way towards the people there. He regretted taking off his cloak, but he really didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to keep most of his clothing intact. A quiet sigh left Henrex as he soon was within earshot of the people there. His moving feet soon stopped. His eyes would slowly move up, gazing at the trio that were there.
Saying nothing, Henrex would simply gaze at the trio, waiting for them to say something first.....
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Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Train me, damnit (OPEN i guess) Sat Aug 20, 2016 11:51 am
Mirja Eeola was patrolling the forests outside of Karakura town. Not that she really needed to, there had been no alarm or alert, or a sighting of something that would need her to deploy out and go punch faces, but rather because she was part bored and part dilligent. Having lived through the Fifty Year War, she liked to make sure places where clean and neat and tiny and empty of Hollows before they became a problem. Along the way, she occasionally spoke with Beowulf about the forest. It was a very nice forest, and would be a shame if it got destroyed in a battle against the evil forces of the world, of which there were many these days.
However, something really lit up her scope when a massive blast of Reiatsu filled the Forest. She was not great at her precise perception yet, but a blind, deaf, comotosed lobotomy patient could feel that. It had a limited effect on her body, super-dense Reiatsu pores worked both ways, but she could still feel the power in her bones, and that was testiment to it's sheer, overwhelming power. Whatever was putting out something like that could not be here for just a relaxing stroll. So, she uterlized her Shunpo to get some height, and then zeroed in on the location, and kicked off the air, rocketing towards the location like a Shinigami-based bullet.
Crashing through the Forest Canopy, Mirja landed hard on the ground, making the least subtle entrence she had probably ever made. There, she saw a big guy with a mask, two cats, and some other bloke, none of which looked like they were in any sort of fighting style or want to hurt each other. Well, the blonde cat girl looked like she was in something that might resemble a fighting style, if you streched the definition of the word, like a human-sized catsuit being put onto a hippo. "Um......hi...?" she tried, suddenly feeling very awkward.