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The Shunned vs The Psychotic
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|Subject Post 1Subject: The Shunned vs The Psychotic Mon May 30, 2016 7:16 pm|| |
Arron stepped on the damp earth, his sandals kicking up small clumps. If was any dryer it would have been dust, and if it had rained even more then it would be mud. Before him stood a clearing, surrounded by trees blooming to the spring air. However, the beauty was hiding deep scars of battle long past, and battles that had not even a year past. In some manors, it was a perfect match to him.
He had the looks a princess would kill for or even swoon after him. Silken black hair that reaches his back and groomed to keep a clean feel. A pale complexion and golden eyes that shined like gold. A Shihakusho that is like many of his kinds, yet he makes it seem to be the finest of regalia. However it hides his balanced body type, and the scars covering his torso and arms. Still it would somehow make a princess jealous or make them drool.
His sandals pressed the grass down as he makes his way to the clearing. Each step with a grace beyond years. Something so elegant, but sharpened by years of combat. However, all of these together caused him no end of grief. After all, he looked like he was a girl. If anyone called him princess or anything else reserved for the fairer sex he would smash his fist into their face; which was one of the few cracks in his almost static emotional state.
Once he reached the middle of the clearing, he sat down to meditate. Only he stood once almost as soon as him sitting down. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt that someone or something was near by. Arron looked around and called out in the only thing that was truly masculine about him which is his voice. After all, when he spoke it was that of a man, a very polished man, but a man none the less.
“Is someone out there?”
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Shunned vs The Psychotic Tue May 31, 2016 6:51 am|| |
Vanyel grinned as the person called him out. Wasn't likely that someone could see him. He slowly took steps. Steps that would reveal his presence to this person. His psychotic grin seemed to be wider today. He stood in front of this stranger, not really caring who they were. All he cared...was how fun this guy would be to KILL. "Well, shit." Vanyel said, before raising his head, his eyes scanning this person up and down. "I had thought I had made myself hidden enough. Nothing gets past Shinigami, do they, eh?" Vanyel muttered, before slowly moving his fingers over the hilt of his katana.
Those very same fingers would dance, by tapping the pommel repeatedly, before moving quickly upwards, ripping the blade from it's sheath. As the sword fell and landed in the ground, Vanyel flicked his head back and giggled. His mind was already overflowing with ideas on how to torture this young lad. He slowly gripped tighter on the hilt of his sword, before ripping it out of the ground and leaping forward, his eyes flaring with excitement...and insanity. He immediately gripped his sword with both hands, slashing downwards. This strike would cleave the tree behind this Shinigami, with hopes of cutting a large gash in the Shinigami's chest, before he slammed it into the ground. He would then spin in a circle, with his legs stretched outwards as his steel-lined combat boots would strike this man in the face. After this he would grab him by the neck with both of his ankles. Vanyel would then twist around, hurling the person into a tree. If this failed, Vanyel would simply flip backwards, landing on his feet.
Vanyel set the blade of his sword on his shoulder, keeping his psychotic grin. But just as this young man would be recovering and preparing a counter-attack, he would extend his left hand, pointing his index finger upwards, and shaking it. A "no" gesture. His grin grew wider as he now outstretched his hand. As he did, a sphere of black and crimson energy would spark to life on his palm. Dark Chi. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really didn't think I'd stop there, did you?" Vanyel questioned, before clenching the hand that held that sphere of energy into a fist. As he did, the energy would spew outwards from the center of his palm. But then...he opened his hand again. The energy would then burst forward. This was just a simple blast of Dark Chi that would mainly act as a slamming hit to the gut if connected. It wasn't particularly powerful in damage.
He then would walk closer to the Shinigami, before whispering in his ear. "Do you know who I am, BOY?" He asked, before giggling and walking away. He would then stop, a few feet away from him. He would then turn his head over his shoulder, looking at him with wide, psychotic eyes, and a wide, devilish grin. After turning his head, the man would raise his hand up near his face. His face would seem to glow from the energy that was near his face. "I am none other than Vanyel Xioyang! The Ultimate Wielder of Dark Chi!" He declared, before whipping around and firing another blast of Dark Chi. This one was more focused on damage, not knockback. This was a single line of energy that would pierce anything in it's way if it hit something like a tree. If it hit flesh....it would simply push them back.
Vanyel laughed even more from firing this beam. He was having too much fun! His laughter was almost like a demonic call in the area. His tongue ejected from his mouth, hanging from his mouth for a short time, before shooting back in, fast as a rocket. He then slowly drifted his hands over the silver blade of his katana, looking at his own reflection. He was impressed with himself for performing something like this with a area like this. The grass was damp. Mud was everywhere. He hated getting himself dirtied with something like this, especially with his sword. He wanted his beautiful Kuro Komo to stay as clean as possible for when he sliced their throat open. He slowly took a look at his clothing. There was some mud on them. Mainly around his ankles, but not his sword. Good. He hated having to clean his sword. It would waste valuable time. He craned his neck from side to side. Crack. The sounds of his neck cracking would echo throughout this area of The Living World.
He would then stand there, patiently awaiting the boy's response..
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: The Shunned vs The Psychotic Wed Jun 01, 2016 5:29 pm|| |
Arron watched the man approach and was placed on guard by man. Everything about him screamed danger, from the smile on the crazy look in the man’s eyes. Then he spoke, words crafted to the stranger that seemed to fit strangely. “Well, shit. I had thought I had made myself hidden enough. Nothing gets past Shinigami, do they, eh?" Even as his eyes scanned him and his hand moved to his sword.
“It was because your bloodlust wasn’t hidden,” Arron spoke before dropping his voice below a whisper. “Gādoseki.” He did not watch the man’s hand as drummed on the pummel, nor the man’s eyes or feet. He watched the man as a whole waiting for him to move. When he did, it was that of someone that had lost touch with reality. A madman who’s the only person is to kill and maim. The Very action was to intimidate an opponent. It might have worked on a less experienced opponent. However, Arron was old and jaded even before World War 3. If the hordes of demons couldn’t shake then, this child was wasting his time.
Once the stranger finally attacked, Arron acted himself. His hands shooting from his Shihakusho letting the top of the garment fall around his waist and revealing the muscles and scars on his arms and torso. Once he moved there appeared a glow on his hands, the combination of his Hakuda and Kido. Something he calls Hakudo, the art of Kido focused through martial art to bypass some incantations. This variation of the move was Gādoseki, the Guard of Reflection, Anything that encountered the blow glow would be forcefully reflected away.
His hand, knuckles drew in and palms facing forward moved to intercept the blade. To the stranger, it might look like idiotic to block a blade with an open hand strike, but this was Arron style, and a move that saved him from numerous of hollows slashing him with their claws. Once the blade touched the glow, it would forcefully throw the to side reflecting the attack way and a very odd angle. That was just one hand, leave the other one open to intercept the oncoming kick. The force that the Gādoseki would repulse the kick could shatter the arm of a low tier hollow. However for someone on his level might cause a microfracture on the impact point.
Once the stranger would retreat backwards, Arron would fall into a lower stance, common with those of tiger kung fu. Only the stance would change as soon as he saw the dark chi. Even as his opponent However, at him, Arron drew his Zanpakutō and called out the name Schutze. His Zanpakutō was like other Shinigami, but different due to it wielder’s background. The blade was a shing metal but held a white stripe down the center. The warp of the handle was black over a blue silk. The guard, the Tsuba, itself was a five-pointed cross stained black. The added effect of the off having its name called out caused the Zanpakutō to glow blue with reishi.
Swing the blade in a one hand style; Arron used the blade to intercept the dark chi attack. Initially, the reishi cover blade had encountered other reishi based attacks. To which the blade shredded them turning them to reishi particles to the air. As other beings emerged, the blade could do the same for other energies. Shredding the energies and causing the air to be filled with them. This was no different as Arron Zanpakutō sliced through the blast of dark chi. However the blast started to slightly strain his hand due to the stream of chi. He even felt himself being pushed back by the force of the beam. The beam dispersed there was a puff of mist before it dispersed into the air.
If his opponent walked towards him and whisper in his ear and asking him if he knew who he was would have been his opponents biggest mistake so far. “Denki-Suiry-Uchiage.” Thrusting his free hand forward Arron would strike with an electrified open hand thrust. If his opponent tries dodging it, he would find a blast of electric energy moving from the thrust. The energy would form a cone in a three-foot area from the thrust. While not the most powerful attack anyone caught would still fill the minor damage from the attack. Only that if they dodged. If someone blocked instead, they would feel their body convulsing as if they were hit by a taser.
That would leave them open to a slash by Arron’s Zanpakutō sheathed in reishi. Something that can cut through energy fields, making a significant amount of energy base defences useless against the blade. He would aim the cut along their forearm. Weakening the muscles and making them less efficient before retreating back.
“I do not care who you are, but do you think a frontline soldier of World War Three would not have some skill to his name.” Arron stayed at guard his eyes keeping a full view of his opponent. If they still had some focus to counter attack with another blast of dark chi, they would find it the same state as before. Only this time Arron would block with two hands on his sword and find him pushed back a few inches. Only the sudden burst of the dark chi attack surprised him and cuased his gaurd to weeken from his lose footing. If his opponent fired more than one at a time, he would have to give up blocking with his sword. The Dark Chi would still disperse around the area and mix with an increasing amount of Reishi in the air. If his opponent still felt like boasting out his name, Arron would feel like rolling his eyes. However, he would answer his eyes still keep track of his opponent.
“Come Vanyel Xioyang, you face Arron Deoradh, The Shunned Shinigami of the Soul Society.”
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