Re: Sin City[LAS VEGAS INVASION]

Tue Jul 23, 2019 8:26 pm

Aspect of Loss

Anatasius
おだたつや

Sin City[LAS VEGAS INVASION] - Page 3 JCRrxmK

His eyes followed as Anastasius remained silent as he let the preacher rattle on. Let the voice of Yaksha speak. His moves to deflect those flames coming from Ana's body was impressive. He did have to acknowledge the skill on display here. But another thing was beginning to begin to bother him. This talk as though this one understood the truth of sacrifice. None truly did not Tia Harribel that upstart knew nothing of it. She did not die for her kin, die for her duty, die for her home. She hadn't suffered the true meaning of it. Though willing she didn't truly comprehend it as he closed his eyes now. He'd had enough of the games and meaningless rattle. So it was time for him to tell them. To tell this world and every damn being in this place. "Amusing to hear one speak of it, yet you and so many others..don't know what that word means." Ana said softly so only Yaksha could hear him. But he began speaking clearly so everyone could understand. "Sacrifice is something one cannot define, the Maiden who died on in the flames. Nor the man who rested upon the Cross."

He said softly as he brought his trident down slamming it with enough force on the air to blast away everything around him. "So I'll convey upon you all, what it means to be a martyr." Ana thought back now as he spoke now clearly. "I died for Ashlei and Rose, for those close to me. I chose to be their martyr and after that Shadowfalls and finally K-Worlds. I would sacrifice this vessel for them." He gestured to his body as he finished speaking of the vessel. But held a finger to let Yaksha know he wasn't done yet. "I care not for Nagato or is his goals of glory or war against the death gods. Those are his problems as I'm sure my brethren over their agrees. We came with the self-interest of our own. " His eyes shifted towards the Fraccion in the area. A warning glance to let her know moving would be good for her health.

His eyes saw those images but cared little for what they were. It wasn't meant for him to take into too much attention. He could keep track of the battlefield now as energy began gathering around his body. Gently he brought his trident's blade to his hand now. Cutting his finger he decided it was about time for him to make something known. Extending the hand's finger he cut a yellow orb formed for a moment. Before unleashing a massive burst of power that could extend far out. Grand Ray Cero had been released towards Yaksha. This was something to keep the mind busy. "My self-interest, is to make sure of one thing. That my fire never burns you." Ana said tilting his head to the side with a smile. It was about time things were kicked into a whole different ballpark. Grand Ray Cero while impressive wasn't his goal. Yaksha was going to witness a rather impressive feature. Cracking his neck left to right Ana glanced towards the snake woman. She'd gained enough distance he suspected for this to begin.

"Much like many before me, I will become the Martyr of something. One rose to the cross other upon the pyre. Hopefully yours and there's so don't give in too easily Yaksha to the tyrants of this world... "

"MARTIR!!!!"

With that single phrase, his body morphed as the skin began burning. Around him, the place would feel like standing next to an active volcano. This heat did not go away as smoke began coming from his skin. His entire visage looked like it been engulfed. Yellow reiatsu shot across the area with heat baptizing the place. Slamming both hands together heat began burning in between them. "Lanza Del Llama." Ana said as he brought them back forming a lance of pure flame. Empowered with his energy this emboldened lance was ready to unleash on the area at large. He was going to challenge Yaksha to a single task.

"Kill me, push me, show me your voice...Yaksha if you are the Redeemer of our people, then I am the Martyr which will truly let you spread." Wind blew across his skin as he brought the lance up aiming now as he decided on the next course of action. Releasing it in one motion the object flew with enough power to destroy a large building around him. This had been sent towards Yaksha and it moved with speed. As though a rocket being shot with energy and fire. Ana glanced around taking the situation going on around him into account. Clapping both hands together once more this time he did something else. Slamming it into the air as the object's image became clear. His allies around him would find themselves imbued with flames. Those within Twenty meters would gain the power of fire behind their attacks. While enemies would need to be on guard as the heat began to burn them. "Bandera del Redentor"

This would be the last thing he did before his eyes fell to the redeemer. Would he be able to put an end to the cycle or not? That was what he came here to gauge now. He worked with Shinigami which was a good direction. The question now was what to do about the other situations. He'd done as he could for his allies and that flag would stay for a bit. At least until he dismissed it though it did hurt. The pain was a given for those you loved and cherished now. Sacrifice was the act of being a Martyr as he sat in his resurrection. Awaiting for the battle of redeemer and Martyr. His wrist felt the burn and feeling of his body being lit on fire at more points. He could only carry out his objective in this situation and that was the final condition.

Tue Aug 13, 2019 6:56 am

Cold-Blooded Hollow

Miia

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

The cero would shoot out in the air as it missed its target, a rather stupid move in hindsight but it at least allowed the shingami to get closer to her which is exactly what she planned in the first place. However her plans wasn't executed well as she noticed the shinigami was gone in a flash a sharp pain could be heard from the hollow as she examined the wound, a small stabbing cut possibly from his sword then without warning she was being stabbed repeatedly at break-neck speeds unable to keep up as her eyes darted back and forth trying to analyze his movements but to no avail.

I can't keep this up for long..gotta find a vantage point. The hollow said to herself in her head as her blood began to spill slowly but with each new wound more and more started to leak out, a loud screech echoed through the hollows mouth as it began to harden its tail and slam the ground with a tremendous force hopefully causing a bit of rubble and other debris to emerge to distract the shinigami while she escaped to a safer location. She wasn't going to last long and needed a place to "shed" her skin, its a risky move but its better than trying to fight him in her current condition.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Thu Oct 24, 2019 12:59 am

Cleaning up after compatriots was becoming a common occurrence for Kimimaro, right hand of the Cero Espada. While his allies were certainly powerful in their own right, the number of interruptions seemed to bog down their mission here in Las Vegas. This was proven by the objective being total annihilation of the city and it's inhabitants, yet not only did Vegas remain standing but much of it was untouched. As Kimimaro was made personally responsible for the outcome of this assault, even with the Cuatro on scene clearly alterations to the plan would have to be made. As a result, the white-haired Arrancar now stood silently at the very edge of Las Vegas's outer limits, Reiatsu repressed in it's entirety. Unworried about his foes and their limited capabilities, the reason he remained inconspicuous was simply in an effort to observe the current situation.

The overall conflict appeared to have ground to a halt, neither side doing much of anything at this point. Evidently both the Cuatro and his Fraccion were now missing in action, both having likely returned to Hueco Mundo for whatever reason. Oh this just would not do. Even the Primera himself had failed to make any real progress in the destruction of Las Vegas....disappointing, Kimimaro thought to himself. After the Espada's success in the Reclamation War, they seemed prime to dominate unlike any of their predecessors had before. Yet here they were, stuck. This could not be allowed to continue. As such, Kimimaro was surefooted in his entrance to the Sin City, prepared to do whatever it took to end this standstill.

As the Arrancar walked silently through the empty streets of Las Vegas, little stood out to him. No longer a mere den of debauchery the city once was, it resembled most technologically modern metropolises, just with significantly more hotels and casinos. Silence permeated the air like a thick fog, unsettling given the city's current situation. For Kimimaro it merely meant there weren't any allies nearby who might get caught in the crossfire, and those who might would at least have a few seconds to evacuate. For this reason the Cero Espada's Fraccion released his Spiritual Pressure in it's entirety, shattering all the glass around him for a hundred yards in every direction; should any Hollows or Arrancar be nearby, they would likely recognize the man behind the Reiatsu and know to flee for if Kimimaro was on scene, it meant there wouldn't be a scene for much longer.

After making it a few blocks into the jungle of concrete and steel, Kimimaro figured now was as good a time as any to commence the endgame. As he continued walking the Arrancar lifted his hands to the left and right, palms facing outward, and in the blink of an eye fired massive ivory blasts of energy from both. These Cero would vaporize structures of man as if they weren't even there, and continue for hundreds of yards before eventually dissipating. Should even elite defensive forces remain in their path naught but death would await them as the blasts were fired without restraint; after all, why hold back now? The objective was total annihilation, no other result could be satisfactory. Continuing on, Kimimaro launched multiple Cero every few seconds without concern for his enemies or allies alike. If other Espada or their Fraccion could or would not remove themselves from the equation, then they didn't deserve to survive.

Utilizing his eidetic memory, a "gift" from his former master Ashlei Clixx, Kimimaro faced the direction of Yaksha's casino, which would essentially be the capitol building of this city for all intents and purposes, and raised both arms in front of him. With a swiping motion he sliced himself skin-deep along the back of his left hand using a bone protruding from his right index finger, now tipped with a speck of blood, and immediately gathered energy around it. After but a few seconds of increasing the newly-formed sphere's strength and density, Kimimaro fired it like a cannon in the casino's direction still nearly a mile away. In the case of this attack, an incredibly powerful Gran Rey Cero, such a distance would be rendered moot for it would rapidly rotate and expand, distorting reality and tearing through everything in it's path without difficulty. If a regular Cero could turn man made structures to dust, this Gran Rey was simply removing them from it's path as it barreled through the City of Sin. Fires erupted in it's wake which began quickly spreading throughout the thus far-unaffected surroundings, proliferating chaos like an infernal riot. In all likelihood the Gran Rey Cero would continue beyond Yaksha's capitol and split the entire city in twain, leaving a two hundred foot valley in it's wake.

"This is how it should have been from the start."

Thu Oct 24, 2019 1:57 pm

Aspect of Loss

Anatasius
おだたつや

Slowly his form shifted back he'd blown away Yaksha with a blast of flames. His Spear had struck home sending the male flying into the distance. With burns engulfing his body. Wouldn't kill him but it wouldn't feel pleasant either. Slowly he turned his attention to the arrival of Kimmiaro. Seemed Nagato grew impatient with the results. Straightening his back he glanced back towards Vegas. Heat pouring off his body in resurrection now. His eyes showing disappointment clearly in his face as he found the redeemer lacking. He did not compare to humanity and it's first redeemers in the slightest. Disappointing was the best word to describe the situation. Slowly he brought his hand upwards now as an orb began to form. Using his thumb he cut his index finger dripping blood into his cero. He guessed this would have to do for his contributing here. Anastasius hadn't gotten even remotely what he desired. His banner fo flames vanished. "Disappointing, I'd hoped for something entertaining...farewell Vegas.."

Within moments the Gran Ray Cero emerged and blasted towards Vegas burning and crushing things within its path. The exceptional damage his cero provided did contribute. As he turned and opened a Garganta his body reverting to its previous state. This had turned out to be nothing more than a goose chase in the end. He gained nothing from it as he'd desired amusement. Such a lackluster performance from his foe. With Kimimaro here, he had no reason to remain in this place. It was devoid of anything meaningful for him. Anastasius may have worn the Primera mark. But he cared very little about numbers or pleasing people. It just didn't amuse him though Yaksha had managed to hit a nerve. He guessed the slight toasting he gave him was enough. No more was required for that failure of a redeemer. A mere pretender who claimed he could redeem people. Often times it was like that as he searched memories of William and Verathius. The louder they screamed the more often they were fake.

That was a rather false messiah or just a man who thought he was one. There was a difference in saving or redeeming people. Redemption didn't come free or cheap for anyone. As he stepped into the swirling black vortex. He said nothing but one thing was certain. His mood was drastically worse as he was not just annoyed. But seemed angry with the cockroach. Claiming him to not understand sacrifice. It brought out emotions from both persona's that had died. Smoke slowly climbed off his body as he exited Las Vegas. He had nothing to say to Kimimaro or Nagato in this case. He didn't intend to justify himself to Nagato as he didn't care. At this point, he was just annoyed that flea had dared mutter something about sacrifice. He figured the Fraccion and others would withdraw as well. They were no longer needed in this place. Nagato's message had been sent out loud and clear. So for what it was worth he'd remain out of it. Retire to his home within Hueco Mundo and cool off.