Re: Stranger At The Door [Operation Demonic Incursion]

Mon May 26, 2014 7:47 am

Artist: Savant - Song: Kali 47

In her basic form, Nozomi could not utilize her Quincy abilities while simultaneously maintaining a copied form with Ahmt Alles. While Onikagahi was more than enough energy for both, it was not compatible with the Quincy weapon, as it was Hollow's energy in nature. Nozomi relied on her own capability to wield the weapons of others, hence why she had to pick and choose. It made no difference to the matter however, as by the time the mimicked Onzen Purotekuto released the poor Captain's body, he would be immediately executed by the Holy Arrow that was shot through his skull. There was no mess left behind: the energy cauterized the wound wholly as it flew through his brain matter, its shimmering light flying off into the horizon at blinding speeds. As his body would fall forward in lifelessness, it would begin to burn away into hot white cinders from the head down, until his body had completely vanished. He departed for the next rung of the soul cycle, but where his consciousness would appear next, Nozomi didn't know. While she had achieved the capability of the Shinigami to herald the souls to their next life, she didn't quite know how to aim it yet. Nevertheless, Ryushin Chaozu had departed this world, a Captain no more. The demons were charging toward the opening in the grand wall to assault the Seireitei, and Nozomi's mission looked to be going very smoothly. Ahmt Alles would dissipate for now, deactivated as her other Quincy powers returned to her. However, it soon seemed that she would need to prepare for another fight, as her all-seeing eyes noticed the approaching monstrosity of a man from the outside of the walls. She nonchalantly turned around and gave a glance toward him, just as his little toddler was hopping off his back. Now here was a piece of history—a former Kenpachi of all people, coming to fight off the invaders. She would admire what these people called their strongest of warriors with a tilt of her head and a discrete smirk. Her crimsons eyes sparkled as she watched him, and he looked back with a smile of his own. For a moment it was amusement versus earnestness... and then he was beside her with killer intent.

And yet she couldn't find it in herself to fear it. She didn't even twitch in reaction to the rapid shift in movement, making it seem as though she hadn't noticed it. Rather, her head started to turn to the side, distracted. Something else had caught her attention and turned away from Zaraki Kenpachi to see what it was. A new entity had appeared and Nozomi's reaction time to it was brisk, bar none. Before the nimble-bodied blur was able to unleash hell upon the army at her command, she swung her arm outwards toward them and cupped her hand. The Fourth Captain's Bankai heeded her call once more and was summoned into her grip. A burst of reiatsu soon followed as the army was surrounded by a shimmering dome of golden light. As this occurred, there was a visceral tone of steel slicing through flesh, and Nozomi quickly lost her sense of her right arm. As the shock of agony coursed through her she closed her eyes and almost moaned in pleasure, her masochistic feedback surging in response. Rather than suffer, she would absolutely enjoy the experience of having her arm sliced clean off the joint, collapsing uselessly to the ground between her and the Kenpachi, while a fountain of blood spurted from the wound and flowed down her side. Nozomi did not seem to be all too hindered by the mortal injury, and still did not even turn to acknowledge that Zaraki was there. If he wanted to hack off such a superfluous part of her body, then so be it. What she was more interested in was what had occurred at the same exact moment, as the newcomer had arrived with a flurry of kicks and jabs. Nozomi also recognized this Shinigami, a veteran of the Gotei, prodigy of reconnaissance and assassination; Soi Fong. She was a sight to behold, dashing from victim to victim among the demon troops and taking them out with masterful strikes. They were hurtled in every which direction like useless ragdolls, simple fodder for the woman. 'Ah, how beautiful,' Nozomi would think, as she continued to lose blood at an alarming rate. It didn't seem all too concerning for her.

As the two finished their tacts—Zaraki managing one piddly slash into Nozomi in the time it took Soi Fong to take down hundreds upon hundreds of the demons—Nozomi could only begin laughing in a rather maniacal style, clearly part mad. ''Fun, fun. Now to undo it all!'' With a big smile she waved Onzen Purotekuto in the air like a wand, causing it to warp everything within the golden dome, except for Soi Fong. Time and space folded back upon itself around the woman, and she found her work befouled. Behind her, the demon army was standing at full arms once more, as though they had never been beaten down in the first place. In fact, they were standing in the same place they were before she had stricken them, and the only thing they'd retained were the experience of the attack. Oh boy, Ryushin's Bankai was surely a doozy, and it had been so wasted in his hands. Nozomi could foresee having much more fun with this toy along the line, but for now there were other pressing matters to tend to. Now fixing her arm was simple. Just as she had when she was fighting Ryushin, she would form her own organic matter using the dark energy Onikagahi. From thin air a renewed arm would appear, extending from the bloody socket whole again. The blood too would be replaced, filling her veins up again so that her body would work as intended. It was cakewalk; she knew her own body mass through and through, down to the basest material. This new arm was a perfect replicate of the one that now lay dead on the floor in a puddle of blood, but alive and functioning. The indifference with which she invalidated their separate actions made it seem so easy. Their attacks were cute and irrelevant.

''My turn now, friends,'' she announced in an annoying high-pitched voice, milliseconds before she rocketed off of her post at explosive speeds. The location she was standing on erupted into a billowing cloud of dust and debris, enveloping the nearby Zaraki Kenpachi. Just as quickly, a strange ambience would settle over the dust as Nozomi directed her Onikagahi to it. It would be impossible for anyone without her perceptive eyes to realize what exactly was happening, but each individual particle began to alter its properties into something dangerous. They particles rippled and began glowing a vehement orange, filling the air with a shrill ring that grew rapidly in volume. Then, as the particles could no longer contain it, they would would detonate like miniature bombs, collectively nuking the area with magmatic temperatures. Zaraki was unfortunately in the center of this blast as it went off, as well as the part of the wall that he stood upon. It would collapse a smoldering heap of stone, further widening the gap Nozomi had created in the Northern Gate. While this was left in her wake, the Quincy herself came to pay Soi Fong a visit. By no means as fast as the little bee, she still moved at speeds that were nothing to sneeze at; she definitely couldn't be danced around like the demons had been. She flew straight through the translucent yellow barrier of her Preservation Field, joining her demon allies and the enemy Shinigami within. Onzen, the sword-tipped polearm, had far superior reach to Soi Fong's own weapon, and Nozomi would be at a safe distance as she touched down and aimed a deadly slash at her chest. Whether it was blocked or dodged, as long as she remained in range, this attack would be immediately succeeded with a lunge. Again using the superior reach, she thrust at Soi Fong's stomach from a great distance, and just kept following up after each strike. The series of attacks would push and push, forcing her back unless she leaped out of the area. And if she didn't she would be fed to the rampaging entourage of demons behind her.

Soi Fong and Zaraki Kenpachi were legends, but this was a new world now. What they faced was human, but she wielded the power of a goddess: to create and destroy, to warp space and time. They were fossils of a bygone age, and perhaps it was time to put them to rest. Then again... recalling Ryushin's performance, the new blood wasn't very promising either. What a predicament.

Mon May 26, 2014 9:32 am

The Kenpachi stood there, his face showing blatant signs of disappointment as his blade slipped effortlessly through the girls arm. The lifeless, limp part of the body dropped like a sack of potatoes, striking the ground in a matter of seconds; he expected her to put up a fight but it was apparent that she was as weak as the other prey in the area. His sight set on the destroyed wall, it had been a long time since the wall had been shattered but if the women had the strength to achieve this, yet she posed no challenge. His disappointed expression looked ahead as he let out a small ‘huh’; the womens foul blood tarnished the solid dusty grounds of Rukongai, while her blood soaked arm simply lay there. She didn’t respond and neither did the Kenpachi, as far as he cared, some other worthless piece of shit could have their dig at this useless opponent. He stood there, momentarily turning his head to note what the women was looking at and It seemed that the old pest of the Second Division decided to capture the lime light.

Her effortless killing looked dull but effective, considering how much of a bore this woman had turned out to be, he had half a mind to leave. The bells attached to his hair rang as the wind blew by, the cold, emotionless stair of the Kenpachi slowly turned to the demons until he noticed a sudden spurt of growth from the womens shoulder. Suddenly, from what could be seen to the naked eye, her arm was reforming or regenerating, one of those; she had lost a lot of blood in the process but it didn’t seem to faze her. Zaraki didn’t intend to strike the women again as Yachiru was wrong, she was no more fun that the fodder he had faced along the way. His hand twitched as the sound of metal scrapping across the ground echoed into the area; the sound was somewhat irritating but distinct, he moved the blade around for only a second or so and then to his surprise, the so called pitiful being bolted off her last location to voyage after Soi Fon.

His eyes slowly light up as he realized that her arm was fully functioning. The unfazed women reminded him of an Espada that he cut down long ago, the sheer fact that she regenerated her arms much like he did, got him pumped. However, as his head followed the women, he noticed that the dust beneath his feet began to rise, a sense of warmth resonated from the surrounding area while a hum escaped Zarakis mouth. He didn’t look distracted and noticed that the girl didn’t when he struck her arm; the reason as to why he wasn’t all too bothered was because he wasn’t scared nor worried and he now understood that nor was the women. Suddenly, the fight seemed to have the potential to have an exciting outcome; before he knew it, the slowly rising particles began exploding into the area. Yachiru rose to her feat as her facial expression slowly changed at the sight of the first explosion; she stood on the edge of her building while glancing toward Zaraki and quitly whispering ‘Ke—enny’ her large pink pupils slowly dimmed as the ground responded to the first explosion.

His eyes promptly shifted to the first explosion as it erupted, giving the ground an almighty shake in the process. As the energy from the explosion began making its way toward the Kenpachi, he simply stood there, allowing his yellow deadly energy to burst forth, repelling the energy that had been travelling toward him. In the process, as his energy detonated into the area, the remainder of the dust particles were carried along its path and a series of separate explosions began arising from around Rukongai while he stood there among rubble and smoke looking toward his sly uncanny foe. The wall nearby began collapsing down from the magnitude of the series of explosions; the Kenpachi may have repelled the attacks from his own body but the majority ended up weakening the foundation of the wall and with their already being a hole in the structure, the rest began tumbling down.

Appearing unbothered by the destruction to the land scape, he stood there; the smog nearby slowly cleared while the Kenpachi waited to set his sight on the women prior to striking. His bells echoed into the area, as a gap appeared in the jet black cloud that had enveloped him; his ballistic eyes rested on the women as the ‘smirk’ found its way across his face. He stood there for no longer than a second, taking note of the fact that the women had decided to ignore the strong one of the duo and attack the nimble cat of the 2nd Division. She might have had a thing for pussy, but Zaraki wasn’t about to let his fun be ruined. As he performed the Shunpo from his previous location, the black cloud vanished, leaving a brief outline of the man’s body as he made his way to his prey. As the sound of his bells echoed into the area, Yachiru raised her arms into the air and began flailing around in excitement.

Within the blink of an eye the Kenpachi lined himself up, parallel to the womens rear, his enormous shadow cast over her body as his demonic appearance stemmed across the battle field. He shifted his blade and with the sound of the bells, his first attack began. His first slash aimed to cut the right arm off again, the power of this slash was somewhat stronger than his previous one as the first was nothing more than a warm up. Following the first slash, Zaraki twisted his wrist somewhat and moved the sharp end of his blade toward the womens hip in an attempt to slice straight through it, from right to left and split her into two. The cold, sharp metal would guide its way through the intestines and the vital organs on its way through the women, as entertaining as he found the women, she seemed to priorities the Second Divisions brat and so Zaraki planned to enjoy the last few slashes against the women. If the second slash was successful, he would remove the blade and instantly follow up with another slash, down the middle if the womens body; his plain aim was to cut the girl square in half for underestimating the 11th Captain and leave her in pieces for the others. His movement was almost flawless, his sheer strength allowed him to butcher through opponents effortlessly. It was something he enjoyed, she wasn’t on his level and she failed in her one and only attempt to end him.

If the women managed to avoid or block her body being cut in two with the second slash then Zaraki would keep at it, moving closer and closer while aiming to split the other arm off the body and preventing the right from regenerating in time. Everyone could die, regardless of their strengths, it was a simple matter of finding the best, most enjoyable way to do it and right now, cutting her into a few pieces seemed as enjoyable as anything considering Soi Fons desire to ruin his fun. Who knew, if this girls death didn’t quench his blood lust, maybe that of the rapid Squad 2 Veteran would…

Tue May 27, 2014 8:02 am

Stranger At The Door [Operation Demonic Incursion] - Page 2 Dafoietogi_zps72554cd1

She got her cat like grin, this woman had some moves but nothing on Lady Yoruichi's level. Compared to her beloved mentor, this woman moved like a snail. She drew her Zanpakutō now as Suzumebachi was activated she wore the glove like gauntlet as the female came into range. She made two grave errors in her choice to face Soi Fong, first she decided to ignore the Kenpachi Zaraki. Second she thought she came close to her level of speed, judging by how the woman moved while lovely and indeed interesting to watch. She wasn't up to par with Lady Yoruichi and that was the only person Soi Fong considered her equal if not better in speed. She vanished in an instant the sword struck, but where had she gone leaving behind a mirage that looked real and took the hit. She knew Zaraki would be here in moments, that foul man released so much energy. Two chances to take out the enemy in one motion and he failed both times. This man was hopeless, she would have to kill the woman herself at this rate. But she got the opening she desired, as struck the female's mid section once. Before vanishing again off to the right, she'd done so quickly leaving a double in that location as she grinned waiting for the female's response.

The crest wouldn't be removed so easily, she also had a feeling the woman couldn't remove it. Slowing down what she had down, Soi Fong had shot past the blade at a blinding speed before striking the female with the blade as it pierced the decoy's chest. She than went to the right area, taking out any demons within her way. As for the one's behind Nozomi, well they had another issue. Zaraki was coming and most that canon fodder wasn't good enough to stand up to that spiritual pressure. She merely grinned as she waited before the feline like smirk faded. Soi Fong wasn't one for games and the fact of the matter was, she didn't have enough time to go for the second fatal strike on the woman. She was respectably fast, Soi Fong had enough time to deliver one strike and pull back.

She had taken in the enemies, fighting style and was considering the possible outcomes. When well Zaraki showed up again, she watched now as he sliced the woman from left to right, he'd not learned that the female could regenerate an arm. It was likely she could do it to her body as well. Soi Fong waited to see the results, deciding she would end this game now. She had a thought that the woman couldn't very well attack if Zaraki managed to cut her in half. She knew where the butterfly was, Soi Fong got herself ready as even if Zaraki didn't manage it. They needed to secure a kill on this female, she'd wounded and killed their allies. Not to mention the more important fact of the Head Captain's orders. Orders were everything, even to someone who retired like herself. She glanced outward at the woman Nozomi, waiting studying her prey. She was much like her mentor, a cat stalking it's mouse. Soi Fong had learned very well from her teacher, she also had assumed several things.

She heard reports about the fight from several devices, Kisuke that detestable man was here. He always caused Lady Yoruichi nothing but trouble, she honestly couldn't understand how Lady Yoruichi put up with him. Locking him in a prison with no food or water seemed almost like a rather lax thing to do. Her orbs went to the demons now, these were nothing but Canon Fodder and needed to be treated as such. But from what she could gauge Zaraki's pressure and excitement had taken out whatever Nozomi had planned, Soi Fong had observed from here. Assassins didn't make sloppy moves like Zaraki, they were careful and precise. She had a feeling his last attack amounted to nothing, if the woman could regenerate her arm. It was likely she could do so with the torso, but something else was on her mind. What would happen say if the crest was struck during regeneration. She waited now poised to move, as Zaraki's strike hit if he was successful her move would begin. She knew what had to be done, it had to be done quickly.

Thankfully her keen eyes and focus followed the crest, once and if he cut the woman. She would make her move, jumping and hitting the second crest in an instant. Testing an idea of if Nozomi could return from this sort of thing while regenerating. She wasn't certain of what the woman was, she knew Zaraki himself hadn't studied the enemy as it was just another fun fight to him. But for her, this wasn't some game, this was a duty. She was going to uphold it and complete the task with extreme precision and grant this woman but one thing, death was absolute. She looked at the female now, while she and Zaraki didn't see eye to eye they both knew the job at hand. Eliminate the enemies, she wasn't entirely sure Zaraki would do it. But she heard a little rumor that the Head Captain would train anyone successful and that meant a fight in Zaraki's case, she figured that would be worth letting slip at some point. Was it nerves that bothered her, not really it was simply that this was going to be a long day.

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Tue May 27, 2014 12:56 pm

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Soul Society, currently being invaded by the demons in attempt to take over the walls of Rukongai and Seireitei with all of their power, and of course, because of such emergencies, most of the members from every possible squad left to the battlefield and pit their lives into the war to protect their rightful home from the invasion of the evil, that is how each eyes of these warriors glitters in hope and determination of winning such fight. Beetle was one of the more enthusiastic fighters around the Gotei 13 but at the same time, given to her capability, she didn't held the mood of being apart of the fight, only to cuddle in the beds of Squad 11. At first, she wasn't as much as oblighted to join around the fight, since there was too many fighters that is way past her level, though putting into the second thought, it is better for her to jump into the fray than being all alone in the Squad 11.

Her delicate figure stood up, her Ao Dai was prepared as her 'battle suit', otherwise, she didn't have much to prepare. Beetle is one of several shinigamis who doesn't possess any Zanpakutō to 'bring along'. To be more precise, she has one, but it doesn't possess any sort of form, shape, appearance or anything like that, and to her, the Zanpakutō is always within the air, until the name has been called out, she can never draw the blade of her Zanpakutō. Because of such facts, she had to rely in hand-to-hand combat, and became a rather proficient fighter in terms of strength, this is why she became apart of Squad 11, the land of raw fighters because of her inability to wield a Zanpakutō. As the 6th Main Series, she is indeed a shinigami, not some robot or anything, only to connect herself to a certain network and definitely not the Yuudeshi's. Established her own network between the CRETS, she is one of the very few individuals that had a full control over it, a place where each CRETS and the users of the network freely share their feelings, emotions and experiences, and in worst of times, all of them share their power with one and another to increase their physical and mental capabilities in combat to assist them better into his or her's fighting position. She was preparing to move out from the Squad 11's barracks, and head to the Western District of Rukongai, the place she assigned herself to for the sake of 'peace-keeping', which would be less likely with all that eruption of energies within the area, but either way, she would help out anything within her power, she IS the 5th seat of Squad 11, ain't she?

Beetle entered the battlefield in the midst of explosions when she arrived to the Western part of Rukongai, and well, she was rather late when things were already escalating already. Popping her own neck, she had a casual smile on her face, and it was the time for 'peace-keeping'. The earth beneath her cracked, before it took to a level of an explosive push under her bare feet, using the physical prowess of her body, it makes up for her mere slow speed when it comes to using shunpo or general speed. Beetle wasn't heading to Nozomi, but to the Nothern walls where Kenpachi stood near, and when the explosive energy detonated, it was something to be amazed at for such a heavy explosion, simply being able to nuke the area through the alteration of particles and turning it into something as dangerous as it seems, it doesn't seem to be long before the explosive power had the time to buy and leave a beautiful gap on the Northern Walls.

Her left hand stretched out to the incoming explosion, not too far from Kenpachi himself, when the explosion had made a direct contact with her hand, it became a collective amount of data surging throughout her brain. Heat, momentum, altered particles and chemicals, all of that concept was easy to rearrange since only a small part of it was altered, that is its particles that caused the explosion to detonate. Looking at the size of the explosion, it was quite a work to remove everything, but going at her best, before the explosive power reached the walls, everything simply split apart, the fierce flames of explosive energy and the particles, was cut down within a blink of an eye, smaller and smaller, before it came to a point where the explosion suddenly became non-existant, as if it had never happened before and vanished into thin air. These rearrangements of concepts and proper equation made it possible for her to simply, take away the 'life' of the explosion, and remove it by cutting down its particles until it doesn't exist anymore. That is the potential of her ability, the opposition of Kakine, DestructionDeconstruction.

Since she was an amateur at the ability ever since she was created by Kakine, it was tiring to remove all of the explosion, and for experienced spiritual beings like shinigamis and demons, they could sense her energy level dropping down rather smoothly. The cost of using the ability was great, but she believes that she can do more than that. Her smile was still casual, but held an awkwardness behind it, her words became clear to everyone's ears, "Lively bunch, aren't ya' people?"

Tue May 27, 2014 5:05 pm

Artist: Savant - Song: Kali 47

She left the explosion in her wake, all but completely forgetting it as she moved on to something else. The robust cacophony of detonations was good enough for her, as she dove for the black-haired Captain with an above-head strike. Her blade came crashing down upon her form, but it was too late. Soi Fong had zipped away in a flash, leaving behind an illusion in her stead. As Onzen clanged uselessly against the ground, it cracked through the surface and launched a few bits of dirt into the air. Nozomi groaned in distaste as her prey escaped, and also as a result of the sharp sting she felt on her stomach. She didn't so much as flinch as she was stabbed by the gentle weapon; in fact her reactions seemed lagged as she looked down at the formed butterfly seal a couple moments after it had been placed. It was immediately recognizable, the Hōmonka, the first step of Soi Fong's deadly Zanpakutō. And now, she had one handed to her on a silver platter to study. Did she feel fearful about being marked by the Hōmonka? Absolutely not, and the way she would move seemed to suggest a hundred and one openings; she looked so clumsy and careless in motion that it seemed fake. Nozomi gave little respect for Soi Fong's skill, moving on to the next threat that appeared, losing interest in the little bee that got away. Zaraki was here now, winking into existence behind her and forcing her to turn around. She was a little slow on the uptake, and took another profound wound by the sword of the former Kenpachi. The torque of her body caused his aim to be slightly off, clipping her left shoulder as she presented it to him during the pirouette she performed. The sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard as they were smashed, her sinew and muscle being severed with ease. A splash of blood shot into the air and she yelped, feeling her arm losing all life in an instant. The hand attached to it started to go limp as a result, with Onzen slipping out of her grasp... and then it clamped down hard on it again as though life had been restored to it.

By the will of Onikagahi, she manipulated her own arm to move despite it not responding to her nerve impulses. It rose up to meet Zaraki's second strike just in time, his jagged blade whipping against the mimicked Onzen Purotekuto and stopping dead in its tracks. Another ability of this weapon was the capability to completely nullify the momentum behind an attack, no matter how strong it was. The only question was where all that kinetic energy went, and Nozomi would swiftly answer that. The amalgamation of it behind Zaraki's attack was massive, and it didn't even seem like he was really trying. This was not surprising—Nozomi knew the stories, and had witnessed the man in action before. Thus, she responded with an ironic attack, and would lunge forward at the ridiculously ripped form of her opponent with her hand balled up into a fist. Onzen would restrict his movement, using the same trick she had performed on Ryushin to also freeze him in place. She would be free to get up close to Zaraki, and flick him on the chest with her index finger. All of the energy that was behind the blocked attack was deposited back into him at that point, and would amplify the meager attack thousands of times more than what was expected. It would hurtle him back at blazing speeds, rocketing through the walls and nearly a kilometer towards the Seireitei. He may have been strong... but that didn't necessarily make him heavy, hence the distance.

Granted there were no tricks, as there shouldn't have been from such a dim-witted opponent, he would be discarded for the moment so that she pay attention to the new developments on the scene and adjust to the situation. She looked on towards the wall to see yet another hero of justice fighting for the Gotei 13. Funnily enough, this one was an unknown to her. There was no notoriety to speak of, and thus she had the element of surprise. So of course this one would start off by giving Nozomi a little display of her powers that achieved little to nothing and only served to make things easier. The explosion from earlier had been neutralized by a process of deconstruction, as she had witnessed with her all-seeing Omnidou eyes while she was dealing with the other two. She overlooked and analyzed the entirety of it, and as Shinigami tended to always have a predictable theme with their powers... Nozomi could figure what to expect from the new arrival. Her spiritual footprint was much less impressive than the other two, and the ability she had used had taken a lot of power out of her. She could wear her out with fair ease, as long as she was careful enough around her. Dozens upon dozens of different methods of exhausting the poor girl coursed through her mind, while the grievous injury on her shoulder began to regenerate. Her flesh stitched itself back together and became whole again, as her bone would solidify into one piece once more. The injury caused by Zaraki was healed in short time, leaving the Quincy good as new.

Another thing going on in her mind was the complete and utter break down of the Hōmonka on her stomach, as her Omnidou multi-tasked to give her an excruciatingly-detailed account on it. The basics of Death in two Steps were common knowledge, but the specifics were shrouded as of yet. Normally you didn't need to know such things, just like you didn't need to study the laws of gravity to know what it does. A professional baseball pitcher didn't need to be a master of physics to have the skill to strike out the best of the best. Nozomi was different; she thrived on the inner details of her opponent's abilities, becoming stronger as she learned more. This was true for everyone, but for Nozomi several fold. Having a specimen tattooed straight onto her body accelerated the analytical process, and it opened the question of whether Nozomi's lack of reaction to Suzumebachi's strike was intentional or not. Irregardless, the more Soi Fong waited, the sooner Nozomi would figure the inner machinations of the Zanpakutō out, and render it completely null against her; not that this was known to her. She was keeping an eye out for any rapid motion of the Bee. No matter how fast she moved, Nozomi's mind was faster, and she was capable enough of roughly seeing Soi Fong's path of attack before it occurred. A combination of accelerated probability and the readings of momentum and muscle twitches, a path could be predicted and reacted to. This was primarily the reason Nozomi did not fear Soi Fong. If the Bee moved, she could see it coming.

But that was not her primary focus, just a side process. Nozomi's mind was handling several things at once, while her eyes were locked solely on the newcomer. The brown-haired woman was actually the biggest threat to her simply because of the lack of knowledge she had on her. So, rather than give her the rite of passage to strike first, Nozomi would choose to go on the offensive. Timewise, this was only a second after Zaraki had been launched, but Nozomi just thought quickly. She would raise her arms to the sides and shrug at the girl's little inquiry, responding in kind. ''Welcome to the festivities, it was open invitation. Say now, do you like party games?'' The question, rhetorical as most were from Nozomi's mouth, would be immediately followed by the blue-haired woman pointing her blade high into the sky. At precisely that moment, the battlefield lit brighter than day, as if a second sun had spawned in the sky. Funnily enough, if they would look up, the actuality of it wasn't much different. Miles up into the sky, it looked like a second sun, except it was slowly growing in size... no, it was coming closer. A massive inferno, a ball of fire, a meteor. It came out of nowhere and it was now headed straight for this location. Even the demons were stopped in their tracks as they looked on, and suddenly developed the emotion of fear. This thing, if it collided with this place, would obliterate it, and everything around it for miles upon miles. Seireitei would definitely be struck by the collateral damage, as well as a couple dozen Rukongai districts. It would make the explosion from earlier seem like the shock of a pop rock, if it was given the chance to detonate. And it was not controlled by Nozomi... even if she were to die here it would not stop the meteor from crashing down upon the plane. It was already set in motion.

''It's a piñata!'' Nozomi exclaimed with a big toothy smile, staring up at her creation and not looking like she was going anywhere for the time being. ''Smash it open and collect the candy! Ahahahaha!''

Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:25 am

She was focused on the woman, tiny actions that people overlooked. For example, her eyes and her body she was following her to where she would be. Soifon noticed it fairly early on, she knew a counter was likely. From what she heard, this woman had some odd powers. The deadly powerful zanapkuto in her hands would be a problem if she could get close. She noticed something, time seemed she had perhaps allowed herself to be struck, meaning time was short. The woman was studying Soifon's strikes. The thing that allowed Soifon advantages against Nozomi was simple, she knew this one could read where she was going. But this wasn't as fast as Soifon could go. Not to mention their was much more to Hoho than most people realized. Her Master had made use of not even using a Zanpakutō and was extremely skilled in that regard. Soifon had an ace up her sleeve, Zeraki seemed devoted to giving himself away and this time he'd been sent far enough away that no return seemed likely. She got ready to fight, now it was going to be a battle.

Soifon could deduce a couple things based on her enemies reactions, she was acting slow on purpose. That was slightly annoying, not being respected was well let's say a bit annoying. She could read enemies so well with her intense focus, it was insane. She could see details in a fight that no one else could. Eyes, body language, things like that. Specially fake and forced body language, those things were so common in her field of work that it was almost sicking. Her orbs looked up briefly regarding the giant object. She glanced around for a moment, lighting bolts were going everywhere around the area. This was the Head Captain's Bankai she assumed, it was wreaking havoc all the way out here. People had no mind for being subtle even the Head Captain, but her little pinata as she called it was interesting. She could of used her bankai but she didn't want to, another option was to go beyond her Bankai. That option did exist for her, but Soifon simply calculated everything.

With her enemies actions, her choices were little. Judging by the new comer's energy and her own this fight could drag on for a while. Soifon wasn't quite able to judge the entire situation for a whole, but she got the majority of it rather quickly. This woman was going to require something beyond her normally methods, Bankai, well their were issues there. Using it could be counter productive and help the enemy rather than heed them. She wouldn't be caught doing that, her frame slowly glowed white. Emitting energy around her slender frame, she prepared to attack the woman. Her movements weren't going to be able to be read any longer now. She was going to do something well let's say to make this fight interesting. Soifon didn't have a choice, she didn't have the freedom of time, this wasn't something she could very well do. Activating the first level of Shunko, deciding not to take it beyond that. Though unlike most, who used this she was a master. Soifon didn't have a cost to using it, she could use it as freely as desired.

Her body became bathed in the white light as she got ready, first she would make an opening. She was going to have to trust the large rock to the newcomer. This did defy her instincts, but she'd not use her bankai or step beyond that till the need was absolute. Soifon was one of the few who didn't like how large her bankai was, it was to showy and as an assassin that was not a good thing. She looked ahead now, it was time to begin acting she began moving creating clones of herself through an intensely fast flashstep. Using her shunko to test a theory on the Quincy, now she knew they were capable of reading energy to insane levels. She created three as she got ready to move, it was time to test things out. Now she already had marked the woman, the second step would signal the end of this woman. But the theory in short order was that her shunko's energy would cloud the energy of the step, she created several versions and took her speed up to a level that was hard to follow.

Now the question was simple, would the woman put down her fake openings. Soifon was one of few who could find real ones, she moved and one of the clones went in for the likely spot of her seal, now if the woman didn't react the seal would be hit and the second one would be put upon her, because the clone and Soifon could switch places at the a seconds notice. Soifon was beyond the regular hoho user skill level, she could do many things using shunpo and this woman was about to find out just how skilled she was. Soifon had time on her hand, using an energy current that would counter act the use of energy. Allowing her to cancel moves the other would use on her in a matter of seconds, Soifon was ready to make her gamble. The next part was simple the other three including herself came in from the other sides. She was moving extremely fast, allowing her to move about as she pleased. Even if the woman knew where she was, Soifon could change where she was going based on her enemies choices.

She could alter her place in mid-step, one could expect no less from the Shinigami trained by the Goddess of the Flash.

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Coding by: [THEFROST]

Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:58 am

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 690

Well, it ain't a good sign when someone is having a meteor falling from the sky and bomb the place to pieces into oblivion. Considering how big the size of that great rock and the power it holds, it would be a piece of cake to take it out but a little risky as well with her power, as she may add her own strength into it as well to make sure things are running fine in the process of stopping it. It was quite hard to take things seriously, responding to what had Nozomi said with a sarcastic and cheerful tone behind it, playing her part in entering such field of war, "Piñata, eh? I would love to collect free candies right out of that big rock in such a party, of course!"

Beginning to transfer information throughout the CRETS Network, her eyes observed the incoming meteor, seemingly to pinpoint the core of the entire meteor before her spiritual power steadily climbed up, her arms and legs would glow rather faintly but visible to the naked eye, hinting that she is beginning to draw power from the network itself in order to increase the potential of her strength. Given to what she previously did against the explosion, her body was quite strained together with the increase of power currently, sweat dropping with her hand had visible burns from the explosion earlier ago. Attempting to shift her bare feet to a suitable position, she would break the earth beneath her and launch herself upwards against the falling meteor, with a slight seriousness running across her expression before she makes another attempt to break the meteor apart before it had the time to detonate.

Her bare palms would first implant itself right against the surface of the meteor, by utitlizing her strength that was increased by the work of the network that was running all the work of the information in her head, Beetle uses raw force of her strength to at least attempt to deplete the momentum of the falling meteor, even a little, it would be better than nothing to slow down the falling meteor as her deconstruction ability began to take effect, with a bright flash of white light sparked earlier before dissapearing, summoned from the depths of one's powers, all she needed was slowly deconstruct the entire form of the meteor itself, breaking through his surface and searching the core of its power that empowers the meteor to cause great destruction if it ever hits. Removing the 'life' of the entire meteor itself, the 'thing' that allows it to exist, recalculating the entire structure of the entire meteor before rebuilding the concept in her mind for further deconstruction after its 'life' was brought into destruction.

The entire structure of meteor was starting to visibly break down into pieces by the naked eye of every single men and women in this battlefield, its existence itself was slowly breaking apart under the unknown capability of her ability to able to 'destroy' things out of the existence itself hence why her ability is hard to understand, and tough to know the entire concept of its existence behind her ability to be able to deconstruct just about anything she could under her capability, just like Kakine being able to create OUT OF nothing, whilst Beetle can 'remove' into nothing and out of the existence itself, as if it was never there from the beginning at all. Cracking it down, she makes another attempt to make another slam right against the surface of the very meteor, hopefully using her final push of strength to snap the entire structure of it into half and completely obliterate the entire object literally into nothing but a non-existence of a thing as it seems if it was never there in the beginning at all.

Crashing right beneath the earth, she was panting rather heavily, soon for her spiritual power to suddenly drop, it was obvious that it took a lot of effort of doing it so, but even in her tired state, she made a thumbs up with her arm lifted and making a sarcastic remark, "There ain't candies, matey!"

Thu Jun 19, 2014 7:47 pm

Artist: Savant - Song: Kali 47

Misconception (quite the fancy word, there) was going to play a huge role in progression of this battle, for not one of her opponents—not either of these two, nor those before them—could conceive what they were up against. It was a mixture of two things: Refusing to acknowledge the threat before them, that their world was crumbling around them and they could just play it cool with a smile on their face. Also, the difficulty of trying to read into the mind of someone whose intellect was at such a peerless level. Nozomi was the only one who had the right to grin in glee here, as she was on the winning side, and she was hardly given a reason to worry about the challenges before her. Yet even so, she would account for everything she witnessed; studying, studying. She was watching even closer than the little Bee was, though only because she had the means to surpass natural observation. It was to a point that it was an impossibility to be taken by surprise. Still, Soi Fong dashed from point to point at breakneck speeds, pinning so much effort in order to create the mere illusion of copies of herself in a misguided attempt to fool Nozomi; due to misconception. The auburn-headed teen figured she had the leeway to breathe more than a lone syllable for her smart-alec jokes, as if hell was in fact not unleashed upon the Soul Society. Every word that spewed through her lips was another second Nozomi had to gain advantages through collecting knowledge, and that the situation would continue to grow more dire. Misconception worked wonders. It made her enemies not know how to best deal with the situation.

And the Quincy was fine with that.

The demons ignored—Nozomi had taken the spotlight now—they shook off their shock and began to charge down the path to the gates again, eager to get into the great city and wreak havoc. They were fearless, and she had to give them that; if she hadn't manipulated the minds of the war generals earlier, her tactics of wresting control from them would not have worked. Nonetheless, they had their instructions to act upon, and Nozomi had hers. She refocused her crimson eyes on the girl (the Yuudeshi, in fact, judging by her genes and spiritual signature) and watched as she went to deal with meteor that had been summoned. Immediately, she detected the influence of outside forces transmitting to and from the Yuudeshi, via signals. Thus, energy surged into the lithe form of the girl and her power spiked. Now this altered Nozomi's calculations, since that meant there was more that what was contained in that little body of hers for her to access. That meant she'd last longer given she was allowed to maintain that connection with whatever network was bringing her the power. So the Quincy's eye delved deeper, down the invisible signal lines and into the depths of the network. As Beetle was seeing into the meteor to discover the core of the flaming death ball, Nozomi was unearthing the heart of this CRETS Network. It was brimming with so much energy, and could last the girl for such a long time. Of course, now that she'd discover it, that soon would change.

Given that Nozomi was appearing to still refuse to turn an eye toward Soi Fong, it would likely be during this moment that the attack was sprung. One of these so-called 'clones' broke off from the rest and flew toward her with golden blade brandished. Her image flickered on and off like someone flipping a light switch back and forth as fast as they possibly could, calling it a strobe light. Another comparison that could be made is that of the effect one saw on ancient movies, where the technology wasn't capable of moving through the frames fast enough, thus causing what Nozomi was seeing here. She did not know what had gotten into the Bee's mind that made her think this trick was somehow going to help her get her attacks in, for she could just use the energy being expended on it to attack from different angles instead. So Nozomi just allowed her to dance around while she set the only defense she really figured she needed to. Ryushin's Bankai was placed right in front the Homonka seal on her stomach, blocking most of it with the cold steel edge of the spearblade. Strangely, little fragments of the seal were left unprotected, just barely in sight. In order to reach those bits with Suzumebachi, she had to graze the side of Onzen, and there was no getting around that. There was no doubt that it was positioned like this on purpose, like bait, and it was up to Soi Fong whether she wanted to take that opportunity or not.

Back to Beetle, who was now deconstructing the great mass of her space rock, Nozomi figured that the moment when she was right in the middle of the process of her technique is when she would choose to best annoy her. The meteor was approximately at 50% of its former mass, and it was clear that it would soon be stopped from hitting the wall. So, to shake things up, Nozomi triggered another bout of Onikagahi from the very top of the projectile, causing the top hemisphere to glow a molten orangish-yellow. Solid became liquid, and out from fiery trail of the sphere came the fleet. Thousands upon thousands of wrapped candies spewing into the air behind it, from Tootsie Rolls to Laffy Taffy, and Shadin-O's to Mana Pops. They blotted out the sky with their sugary sweet colors, before suddenly gaining a purpose. They changed trajectory and began to maneuver through the air like jets, trailing flames of white and blue. From all directions they swarmed around the meteor and down below it where Beetle was stuck still trying to erase the giant rock. She would have an entirely new problem to deal with now in addition to the current one, and it was perhaps equally massive. Without mercy, the shot toward her and aimed to make swiss cheese out of her. Their speeds were enough to punch holes through battleships. In a most ironic fashion, they'd soon erase her with sheer numbers if she didn't defend herself, but even half of a meteor would be incredibly destructive if allowed to fall to the ground, so what do?

In the meanwhile, Nozomi was testing the network, tugging and pulling at strings to open up a path. That glorious energy began to flow down it like the river... into the awaiting maw of the beast known as Onikagahi. If the Yuudeshi could use it, so could she; what's fair is fair, after all.

Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:27 pm

[ANNOUNCEMENT: All right. Time to stop collecting dust here and get rolling; I'm making an ultimatum here. My opponents in this topic need to post, and you now have a time limit. Crow's entry, Soi-fon, has 3 days to post before she is skipped and any moves against her have auto-resolved, while simultaneously failing her own. The same thing for Cookies' entry, Beetle, who has 6 days to post before she too is skipped, the same consequences applying. This is not a normal topic, this is an event topic you signed up for, so you do not have forever to post. It's been a full month since the last action (mine), and that is—was—plenty of time.

If you come up with a reasonable excuse to why you haven't posted, then you get a free out from the topic and no attacks will resolve against you, but you'll be booted out of the topic. That is all.]

Sat Jul 19, 2014 4:05 am

Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Yochou - Word Count: 2001

A breathtaking moment to move off and haul out some serious situation about this great woman who was almighty enough to think that her abilities remains in this existence, that just as same as Kakine's own CreationConstruction, it uses the life essence to make things rather unpredictable, that one requires a great mind and intellect to even understand the essence of life itself and outright remove it from the face of existence, to a level where as if they were never there even a millionth of a second before, even if they were clearly created by one's energy and power, everything would just like a reverse button, but more of an outright removal of an existence and put it out of its misery.

To describe how the CRETS Network works, being able to turn it off or overtake its control would serve nothing more than just a piece of junk in its purpose to only transfer information and memories to other CRETS, while personal memories would be stored in user of the network themselves which would hold no information about their personal lives other than their creation where they began to exist, otherwise, peering through the eyes of the network would only allow one to understand the boundaries between life and death, that the conciousness of that very network has experienced death before which made even the greatest minds to be confused, of how they 'know' death and life itself in its own experience. Becoming something rather unexplainable, drawing power from the network is nothing more than to draw power to improve the aspects of her strength and sharing basic memories, nothing else than those which can successfully be considered a 'junk' when a foreign person would bust into the network and trying to take over the network. Not to mention, if Nozomi cannot manipulate and completely understand the existence and the true meaning of 'conciousness' and breaking through the boundaries between life and death, trying to take the entire network's full power is nothing more than an attempt to jump into the bottomless pit to hold false hopes of landing against the earth.

Holding the essence of life and energy from a Yuudeshi's, it would be a shame to crush the pride of that name when she existed just for the fact of doing what the 'good' would do. Knowing of her own limits, it was unsure that if she can use her Zanpakutō after all those years that her powers has expanded in such little ways, but if she had to sacrifice something to expand furthermore, she wouldn't mind losing a limb or two, even if it was to suck out every bits of her very energy in order to attempt in releasing her Zanpakutō, and that was tapping her conciousness by forcing her mind into the unknowing inner world that her eyes has never witnessed, and it takes a huge cost in trying to shove herself into that world by using a majority of the remains of her energy. Her breathing rate became stabilized for the moment, before it became rather irregular together with her very heartbeat, with ears as sharp as the tip of the blade itself, if Nozomi could pick these up, they are not a miscalculation or a fakery, as such things could not be faked unless they have some type of great skill of doing so, these are nothing more than pure changes, no trickery or fakings, these irregular changes are a fact, for someone with great eyes like Nozomi. These changes could give someone like her to not understand the situation of what's going on, upon the removal with half the entire structure of the meteor only to come out a surprise like a pinata, it was something that she cannot achieve regularly with how much her ability could stretch, and being able to remove everything in a distance with her abilities would require the awakening of her powers, while cannot be achieved naturally, if done forcefully, it may or may not have even chances of severing or worsening the ties and relations between her Zanpakutō spirit and herself which further makes it far harder to achieve shikai normally than other shinigamis could in a calculated average time that they can achieve it when they reach a certain level, but hopefully that 'it' understands the situation well enough to not worsening the ties between herself and 'it'.

Her spiritual power would made its way to burst outwards in a terrifying build of energy, stretching miles apart before the very energy compresses in a single area of where she is standing, she makes a deep inhale before her heartbeat halted for a second before it beated much faster than usual when she exhaled smoothly, before her voice roared fiercefully throughout the entire vicnicity of the entirety of the very Rukongai. "Remove The Existence Into Nothing, Touken!"

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With so much pressing of power that rose through many ranks of her very power, though may it be a short while and temporary use of her shikai before the side effects of that forceful change of events with a method she thought quite some time ago but was never revealed since it was required to 'force' the release of a certain Zanpakutō by connecting their minds into the inner world in order to make a 'quick' press to unleash the power of their Zanpakutō and learning their names in a short span of time, wihout requiring the training of unlock it, this was meant to be more of a 'forced power' where one forcefully draws out and release their shikai for only a short duration of time, while holding many side effects where it can either worsen the ties between themselves and the Zanpakutō spirit which makes the achievement of shikai even harder than an average shinigami can reach, or in worst cases, it may force the Zanpakutō to snap itself apart and with low chances that ten in a millionth chances that it may happen, death may or may not occur.

Everything became interesting from the beginning point, that when her hand reached out to the air, a katana seemingly built out of nothing across her graceful palm of Beetle's very hand with almost an ordinarily-shaped katana, with empty designs to its handle and does not possess any form of hilt that makes it look more like a katana, which outright removes its 'category' from the ranks of katana, even if it resembles it very much, but if it has to be categorized as one, it would be a hiltless katana with interesting patterns to its handle that held the designs, that is considered as 'emptiness'. Making no changes to herself, what made it drastic is that her spiritual power rose to a point where it became a bundled of nothingness that swirled around her, that wihout a single hint of her sanity being changed, it may seem like there was not much of a change in her level at all when most shinigamis made their way to shikai, but much to be witnessed the moment she enters such state, where her true ability as the user of DestructionDeconstruction becomes at its partial released form, giving her what they can say, a 'small' advantage to move from her current stance as a fighter of the Squad 11's seated member.

She could not rely too much to the network, that the heart or the core of that very network contains the essence of life, conciousness of all 25 main series including herself, a type of conciousness that broke the boundaries of life and death, where it has witnessed death and still alive, that they can say, 'dead while alive' and 'alive while dead' at the same time, making it a rather confusing concept that it would become a hard understanding even for those who possessed of the network, that only the CRETS conciousness itself only acknowledges that very concept, since some have met death and some are alive, these 'pain' was surged throughout the network, making death itself to be experienced even by those are alive and does not have even the slightest scratch of death awaiting for one's arrival. Truly, the network is a mysterious thing to behold, that if a foreigner were to ever peered through the core of the network, to them, even the greatest minds of the world would consider it as nothing but a trash of information, but what truly dwells its true nature is in each and every soul of the user of that network, something that even for a person like Nozomi with Omnidou eyes, becomes impossible to hijack a 'soul' that experienced both life and death, a surge of information that makes atoms itself to be confused by its concept.

Making a short spin of 360 degrees with the hiltless katana, the big surprise was the sudden blast of wind incoming from the edges of the very blade, with a single swipe, it unleashes a strong blast of wind, or rather, they can call it a shockwave that held so much power poured into the entire area of where these so-called 'wrapped candies' would be wiped out of existence under the sheer power of her DestructionDeconstruction, breaking down the shape and form that allowed these fierce 'candies' to exist together with the great size of that meteor and 'removing' its life that gave its existence to become 'something from nothing', so much power that ended up being blasted into nothingness, to a point where everything that happened, what Nozomi had planned on doing was wiped out from thousands to millions of these 'wrapped candies' being erased indirectly by her DD ability, that in such numbers, it made her spiritual power dropped rather drastically, that these moments of unleashing her full power in her shikai was only made solely for such purpose, giving her a weak edge into relying more onto the network. However, it did not make her back down so easily, that with a smirk across her lips, all she did was to make a quick statement before her spiritual power further increases by increasing the usage of the network further, making it more exposable to read in detail by Nozomi, but only with hopes that she could take her down as long as the network lasts in supplying her with power, even if it was to let her dwell into the core of the network, before she can peer into the deepest parts of the core, Beetle would make it end as soon as possible. If Nozomi were to use it, it would be nothing more but a simple switch to shut down the entire network for a temporary while and give it under the surveillance of the Yuudeshi Network until it is usable again. Considering with their 'short ties' with the Yuudeshi clan, it would be possible to hand it to their securities to handle it if it were to happen.

"Its good to be young, ain't it?"

Cracking a smile on her face, her body was soon engulfed by blue spiritual energy across the surface of her body, making a full appearance of her increased power from the influence of the network that gave her the increase in strength, although it may not be much, but things are surely getting interesting with the given situation given about this war, that it won't be an easy feat to cross sword against someone with decent eyes to understand every atom of what it sees, even trying to peer into the impossible, but what really interests her, is that if she can peer through things that only an absolute divine being may only understand, the aspects of life and death, and the true nature of 'conciousness'. Seeing these possibilities standing on the obstacle, it would only be a matter of time before the results are out. For now, if it is about firepower, she would unleash everything she could use from her own to possible resources provided for her.