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Old World
Wed Jul 31, 2019 2:19 pm
The Silent Kuchiki
Takehiko Kuchiki
Takehiko had made the trip to the Zaraki District to connect with his roots. But slowly he began to notice that each place was more savage. Everything was slowly reverting more and more. Someone tried to mug him only to be punched straight in the face. Takehiko treated his injuries afterward sure. But it was a tedious journey that covered my malms But in reality, when he arrived in the old Unabara home he was surprised. First, it was an old cottage-like home with what would have been a yard. He couldn't picture that man playing around here. The place seemed empty as he slowly knelt on one knee. A voice spoke inside him the voice of Ruin the Steed of his father. "They are here, it doesn't take long in this place. You look very out of place here, make sure you show them how off they are." Takehiko's eyes closed and a sigh could be heard. Irritation began to fill his veins he just wanted answers. Not to play around with a bunch of muscle head morons. His azure eyes opened slowly scanning from left to right. Four of them maybe five he guessed.
Slowly his hands closed into fits as he got himself ready for what was to come. Takehiko was learning to fight barehanded rather than his sword. It felt more comfortable to him at the moment. Using his footwork he stepped to the side of a vertical slash slamming his fist into the male's jaw. It was too shallow but he knew it as he quickly followed up with Hadō one in the guts sending him flying. Spinning around he put his hands on the ground moving quickly to face the next one. Another sword well it was of little consequence as he released Byakurai from his finger. Sending the male to the ground in some pain. Did they live here maybe and were defending their home? Hadō 11 would do from here he imagined, they were making more work for him. He had to fix these dolts after he finished fighting them. Deciding to wrap this up he stepped taking the last two by surprising and electrocuting them both. "You know, I am a healer, not a fighter. So do you mind not attacking me, fixing you after fighting you is counterproductive for me."
He said with some exasperation in his voice sitting down he began tending the Byakurai one first. Shinten was a rather effective drug knocking people out. He used it applying it to their skin to render them easier to treat. Bandaging them up one by one and treating injuries with Kaido skills. This was no place for a medic, but he needed some answers about his uncle and this place was ground zero.
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Re: Old World
Wed Jul 31, 2019 2:58 pm
Abigaíl Espinosa
The Rukongai never did seem to change for the better. Centuries on since she'd first stepped foot in the lawless cesspool that was the Zaraki district, it'd only gotten worse. The elderly were mugged in broad daylight. Gangs roamed the land, using violence to get what they wanted from the people who were unable to defend themselves or their loved ones. Children played a mere couple dozen feet from adults quietly having their way in a back alley...
Okay, that one was normal, as far as she remembered.
Abigaíl grinned peacefully as she took her stroll down memory's lane. It was so nostalgic to be here again, every time she worked up the courage to smuggle herself back to her old home. Of course, with her power, it was easy and quick; more so than with any senkaimon. She'd never dared to venture much closer to the Seireitei, though.
Several hours into her jaunt, the woman's attention was caught by the sounds of a battle nearby. Despite every intention to have remained quiet and safe this day, she glanced in the direction of the noise just as the tell-tale voice of a man casting several Kidō reached her ears.
Shinigami getting ruff with the residents of the Zaraki district was hardly unheard of, but curiosity got the best of her, and with but the swishing sound of her old, tattered robes, she stepped towards the battle just as it was reaching its early conclusion.
"This is new." She chuckled with her words from the shadow of a nearby tree. She kept her voice quiet, and her presence as small as was possible so as not to attract undue attention to herself. After all, the man was treating the very wounds he'd caused, so what need was there to worry? Of course, that wasn't to say that she tried to hide herself. After all, here and dressed as she was, she was just another Shinigami out on patrols.
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Re: Old World
Wed Jul 31, 2019 5:06 pm
The Silent Kuchiki
Takehiko Kuchiki
Takehiko had held back considerably against the ruffians who attacked him. "Hopefully less trouble inside, not sure how Uncle Tsubasa and Dad dealt with this frequently." He said out loud to himself mostly not seeking others. Takehiko's eyes befell the Cottage now, this place was it. Three brothers who were the most infamous after Zaraki himself to come from here. Though one became a Captain Commander showcasing his power. Takehiko let his digits go across his throat now. He did notice someone was there as he heard a voice. "Someone's watching." Ruin again voicing in her two sense to make sure he was aware. "I'm aware, they can watch if they so chose. " He said softly pretty sure that the person was aware he knew. Takehiko cracked his shoulders checking the door. The house itself seemed pretty stable all things considered. Everything else here looked like slums and poor conditions. The cottage was very well made and taken care of.
Takehiko's azure eyes scanned up and down on the door. He didn't open it yet as something worried him. It was in good shape yet nobody came here. No attempted break in's or busted windows. The house was pretty much in good shape his hand came to his jaw. The place must have had many traps for people not to try it. Takehiko was a critical thinker when it came down to it. So this problem was of a different sort. "Don't suppose you know why this place is left alone?" He said it out loud again making sure the hidden person could hear him. Something about it didn't scream walk in the front door. His uncle was careful too and good at traps. So entering this place without careful consideration was an issue. Even if he did have Unabara blood and was the current Horseman of War. Takehiko did represent something foreign at the moment. He wanted to see the home his dad and them grew up in. So the question was did he need a kido of some sort? Takehiko didn't detect them but that didn't mean much.
One of his uncles was a master of poison so careless movement would be bad. Those three had made a living killing in effective ways. Pest wielded a power that was frightening to consider. His father and Uncle Tsubasa were figures to worry about as well. Nevermind that the rest of the clan put the Stealth Force to shame as Assassins for a while. They were considered better if not stronger in that regard. Tsubasa had even known Kenpachi Yachiru for a while. That was the status of his family on that side of things. Kuchiki was a little more simple after all.
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Re: Old World
Thu Aug 01, 2019 1:47 pm
Abigaíl Espinosa
"This place is cursed." She called back an answer just as casually as the stranger had asked. Abigaíl tapped her fingers idly on the bark of the tree, with her other resting on the hip near her sword. The men who had attacked him were definitely unconscious, but more peacefully than if he'd simply knocked them out. They would probably be dead before long, if left as they were.
"The home's booby trapped. It kills anyone who so much as steps foot on the doorstep." If it were any other home in the Rukongai, she might've left then and there to pursue her own amusement elsewhere. However, this home was special, and notorious to anyone familiar with the area. She'd lost a lot of good men to its machinations in her time.
"If I may..." She left the comfort of the not-so-distant tree and approached the stranger and his menagerie of would-be attackers, stopping just shy of sword's reach from the man in exquisite dress. Her finger gestured where his attention should be as she explained, "Just the outside is armed with an endless supply of poison darts. You can see the places where the paint's been disturbed, when they've been triggered."
After her explanation, she stooped over and sharply grabbed two of the men under their arms, and dragged them to the shade underneath the tree. By herself, it would only take three trips to get them to relative safety.
"If you can get past those, there's an axe set up behind the door. Pretty gruesome, considering the poisons outside. I can't say for anything else." It was a few seconds before she'd remembered the last trap she knew of, "Oh, and don't touch the windows. There's some spell on them, or something. Makes you very sick before killing you."
Finally satisfied that noone would approach the home thinking to aid the five slumbering men, she turned and clasped her hands together in anticipation. "So, how are we getting in?" She'd tried for a hundred years to break into the home in the old days, after all, and it was a particularly sore thought that she'd never succeeded.
