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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 7:03:21 GMT -8
It was to Shigeo's great surprise and dismay when, rather than be impaled upon the shinigami's weapon as was expected, Chii demonstrated a frightening level of speed, ducking under and past the thrusting zanpakutou. The seated officer began to turn, intending to cut the child in passing and hopefully deter any flanking attacks, when he felt a gentle touch on his right leg...and suddenly found the limb quite unresponsive, limp. The abrupt lack of support, combined with Shigeo's twisting movement, saw the shinigami felled with a grunt of pain as he landed heavily upon his side, his hastily-bandaged ankle delivering a flare of pain up his left leg.
Rolling onto his back and using his zanpakutou as a support (I am not a fucking crutch!), Shigeo pulled himself into a sitting position, glaring daggers at the rather animalistic girl. "What did you do to my leg," he hissed through clenched teeth, still attempting to move the limb, still getting no response. He wasn't about to address the possibility of this...this whelp being better than him. Tricks. That's all she has.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 9:11:10 GMT -8
''Nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you,'' Chii confessed, laughing as the Shinigami collapsed, then stopping, abruptly, upon realizing it wasn't actually that fun. ''Okay, so... erm. Not to be mean and all—even though you did just try to kill me—but this is going to hurt. A lot. Last dude offed himself, actually—unintentional side effect. Just letting you know. I'm serious: don't kill yourself.'' As with before, his fingers had concurrently twisted a series of peculiar formations before settling on one, and from that point onward would Shigeo feel a pervasive, alarmingly discomforting sensation throughout his being, a sort of precursor to the pain Chii had, perhaps a little outlandishly, warned him of.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 10:35:52 GMT -8
Shigeo's expression was equal parts skepticism and nervousness at the child's almost apologetic words, his eyes instantly locking onto her adroitly maneuvering digits. She's bluffing, trying to psyche me out again, reasoned the shinigami, a thin smile attempting to rise to life on his lips and coming across as a grimace instead. She couldn't possibly possess anything that would drive a man to suici--
It started small, almost too small to pay any heed to; but the discomfort grew, spread throughout Shigeo's body. It didn't seem to have any particular starting point; it was just there, all of a sudden. Now, several seconds later, it had passed the discomfort zone and was beginning to feel...a little painful. His mouth twisting downward in a frown, Shigeo shifted slightly in his seated position. "What the hell is this...?" he wondered aloud, returning his gaze to Chii's face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 12:16:04 GMT -8
''People learn that pain is dangerous... evil, even. But it's a feeling to carry, Shigeo-san, and how you go about that is more important than anything else. Everything boils down to pain, see... and only when faced with excruciation do people revert to the ''real them.'' So, you can think of this as me... getting to know you on a more personal level.'' Slowly, carefully, Chii rose and gazed deeply into the Shinigami's eyes, not a trace of emotion pervading his own. He knew that, with every passing moment, the sensation plaguing Shigeo so thoroughly would intensify—there was no need to add insult to injury here.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2012 14:39:53 GMT -8
While Chii monologued on the nature of pain, that very feeling was becoming sharper, more defined within Shigeo; pain had taken root in his body, and was growing like a weed. Gritting his teeth against the rising agony, Shigeo found he was still capable of being rattled by this psychopathic little girl. That emptiness...it's worse than any sadistic leer, or angry glare. Doesn't she feel anything about what's happening right now?
Another wave of increasing pain washed over Shigeo, drawing a long, low curse from between his lips; he wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball at this point, but resolutely remained seated, gripping his zanpakutou tighter than ever and sweating profusely with the effort to prevent himself from crying out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 15:10:11 GMT -8
''... Nothing to say? Really, it's only been about twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fourteen seconds. Don't look at me like that,'' sighed Chii, face scrunching in faux concern, almost as if apprehensive over the pain he was causing. Although... ''If this is about how I called you chubby, I take it back. You aren't that slow. Shigeo-san just needs to accept that Chii—that's me—is stronger than he is instead of going—'' He pranced to the left, struck an outlandish pose, tried to mimic Shigeo's voice, ''—Lookie here, I'm a Soul Reaper, I'm two-hundred years old and yet I've clearly done next to nothing with my life because I'm getting my arse kicked by an androgynous teenager who may or may not possess severe emotional issues but that's okay because I've long since deluded myself into believing that I'm not a slight notch above cannon fodder and haven't already proven myself extremely gullible.'' Sharp breath.
So much for not adding insult to injury.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 16:06:02 GMT -8
Only fourteen seconds -- fifteen, now -- yet this pain...it feels like it's been longer, thought the shinigami, grimly, mouth twisted into a silent snarl; the uncomfortable aches had escalated again, into what was now a constant, stabbing pain, as though his flesh was being pinched and twisted harshly again and again. When will this end? I won't give the brat the satisfaction of hearing me shout out. I won't beg. But...hrghh. This is...
The rising level of pain was problematic for Shigeo, true; however, he was a proud individual, and slights against one's pride such as Chii's mockery can lead to a surge of anger and adrenaline. As such, Shigeo found that as his indignancy and outrage at the child's cruel words rose, his acknowledgement of the pain faded somewhat -- not completely, but enough that he could act against this mouthy little nutcase. As Chii continued her spiteful mimicry, Shigeo's gaze, hard and hate-filled, followed her, his leg muscles tensing. If only I could get to her... she wouldn't be so cocky...wait. I can move my leg? This changed things, indeed.
Once the young girl leapt to the side, Shigeo suddenly rose to his feet -- clumsily, true, but he came to a standing position nonetheless. Leaping forward, his sword lashed out once again in a swift, angled cut, coming down from right to left. With a little luck, the pre-teen would be too focused on her insults and prancing about to be prepared to dodge the blow, and the steel would bite into her flesh -- maybe not deeply, but enough to instill some respect in her for her opponent.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2012 3:32:29 GMT -8
Chii hummed quizzically and turned his head to better regard the Shinigami as he rose to his feet, looking a little worse for wear. Still, he had gotten up, agonizing pain and slit tendons be damned, slowly returning Chii to form as he dropped his pose, now poised to react, his eyes narrowing as his lips streaked a dreadful smile. ''Impressive,'' the child noted pleasantly, though he was not necessarily looking forward to a second bout; a single swing of that sword, after all, was all that would suffice to put him out of commission indefinitely, which meant keeping his distances at all costs.
As anticipated, the 5th seat, seemingly empowered by Chii's own taunts, lunged again, triggering a phenomenon referred to as ''Hayasa AR'' within the latter, who at an uncanny speed launched himself wayward, and would rest some nine yards behind Shigeo lest he pivot accordingly. He panted, somewhat—fatigue was beginning to settle, though he did possess a trick up his sleeve to remedy this oppressive drain. ''But why do you continue to fight? Is soothing your wounded pride worth your life?''
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2012 4:11:37 GMT -8
It shouldn't have surprised Shigeo that his blow failed to land; after all, he was crippled, slowed by his injured foot, and Chii had proven several times how swiftly she could move. Yet, the shinigami still stared in dismay at the empty space where the child had once stood just a moment before, his blade cutting through the air with no effect. As the anger fueling his sudden outburst abated, the pain returned, stronger than ever, driving Shigeo back to his knees with a groan -- it felt as though his body was one giant muscle, cramping horribly. Nausea grew within the blond giant as did this new level of pain, forcing him to draw in deep breaths in an effort to dispel it.
The kid has a point, you know, observed Shigeo's zanpakutou. You are being a rather big idiot by swinging that sword around at this point. Who are you trying to fool? Face it; you've lost this. You're at this child's mercy.
...Is he right? Is Chii right? Am I really so obsessed with maintaining my pride that I'd kill myself for it? Shigeo was quite unused to being so thoroughly humiliated, defeated; he could still hardly believe he was in such a predicament. If this pain keeps growing, though... Through clenched teeth, in as loud a voice as he could muster through the pain-inducing effect, Shigeo uttered, "Please! Make this stop...end your torment, Chii."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 10:56:57 GMT -8
''Don't label it torment... You made me hurt you. I don't like doing this.'' A lie, a poor one at that. The Shinigami deserved to bear all this pain, and a few years ago Chii would have no doubt felt uncomfortable about such heavy-handed a comeuppance, but not anymore; to forfeit the ethics societies are built on, such is a necessary sacrifice to serve the witch. You didn't get any better from there.
Still, after all had been said, Chii was running low on fuel and would not be capable of keeping this up for much longer; with that in mind, he ceased performing the technique, the pain no longer building within the soul reaper, though it would hardly subside, instead doling out at a constant level.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2012 8:59:31 GMT -8
Shigeo's tolerance for this level of pain was no greater than the vast majority of other souls'; as it was, it was a miracle the shinigami had lasted as long as he had. It was no surprise, then, that the large man bent over with a groan shortly following Chii's words; nausea won out in the end, and Shigeo's stomach swiftly and violently emptied its contents onto the grass before him. Staring down at the mess with blurred vision and a vile taste on his tongue, he thought dully, She's won...she's had her fun. Why doesn't she end this?
Shrinking into himself, Shigeo remained hunched over, unmoving, apart from the occasional twitch from the pain. He didn't notice that the effect had ceased its steady rise -- only that pain still held reign over his body, threatening to send him into unconsciousness.
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