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Thread takes place 5 years ago

The Sun was high up in the sky with no clouds in sight. Beating down upon the Rukongai was an almost unbearable scorcher. The people were sluggish and annoyed with such weather, as would almost any entity would. But not Andra. And no, it wasn't because he was that of a Hollow. It was because of his simple, undying, love for it. Sure, like the others he sweats. But his energy was not handicapped in the slightest, in fact he was on the prowl. The tower of an Arrancar dashes from alley to alley, and even occasionally taking to the rooftops. He was searching for a worthy test subject, one that was too suffering from the heatwave so that it might be easier and less of a show once he attempts the capture.


Andra somehow finds himself behind a tavern in the third district. There was an old man passed out near a pile of garbage. While not being anywhere near worthy of a specimen, Andra wanders over and pokes the human with his Zanpakuto, "Hellloooo? Don't you know it's dangerous to pass out back here old man~? Helloooooo??~" Andra then accidentally pokes the guy too hard, causing for a bit of blood to begin seeping out of a paper-cut wound. Andra's first reaction wasn't even to question if the drunkard is dead, but instead he sweatdrops and looks around as if he thought someone was watching and would do something.

"Oops, hehe.."

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The sun beat down heavily with waves of heat onto the Rukongai, the added humidity making it unbearable for all those present. That included the Shinigami, Zane, who was seated very comfortably upon the rooftop of some inn in the Third District. Nothing of interest had been going on so far in the day except the usual hustle of people making their rounds and trying to find ways to beat the heat. That was until Zane noticed someone moving rather quickly around the streets below him.

Zane hopped down from the rooftop, landing effortlessly on the ground below and began to pursue the man he had just seen. This lead him to an alleyway behind a bar where he noticed a passed out old man being poked by someone with a sword, but this man wasn't normal. What exactly was he? Zane wasn't familiar with a being like this, "Hey. You! What are you doing?, He called out.

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Just around his second glance left Andra hears a voice, male. Apparently somewhere along the way the Arrancar had obtained a tail. "You are a stealthy little fellow, aren't yah?" Andra replies as a grin so sadistically sinister sets it upon Andra's face. An almost uncountable amount of dimples stretch out at ech end of his mouth. The Arrancar sheathes his sword while his eyes shift over to examine and observe the one before him. T'was a Shinigami. Andra was all to familiar with them. After gritting his teeth through the plastered on evil grin he was portraying, Andra comes to with more words, "What is your name, fellow? Mine is Andra." Of course, he was totally trying to change the subject. Andra didn't even really know why he was poking the man either. While waiting on a response, Andra clenches his hands into tight balled up fists that grow so tense his knuckles change from red to a pale white. Andra was preparing to feed this Shini a knuckle sandwich.

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A lump formed in Zane's throat when the man turned and looked at him and even spoke to him. The look of the evil smile on his face made Zane's stomach turn and sent a chill of fear through his spine. As he began to step backwards, realizing this was more than he was asking for. Maybe he wouldn't follow him. Though in the midst of trying to subtly get away from Andra, he realized how rude he was being, Z-z-zane. My name i-is Zane.", He said now in a complete stop three steps back from his original position. What was the man going to do now?

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Shinigami were always worthy specimens, however Zane was sort of scrawny. Especially for having such a tall and widely built structure. He had the potential for growth, but seemed old enough to have already grown. Andra couldn't put his finger on why the Shini was so slender. It just didn't match the height. Maybe he was unhealthy? Soon Andra would find out.

Andra tilts his head as he watches his stalker, Zane, begin to choke up. He chuckles softly and begins stepping toward Zane, "Are you afraid, Zane? Don't be afraid. If you're afraid.. I get nervous.. and, Zane, if I get nervous.." Andra just stops talking. As he makes way toward Zane, he passes various shadows casting off buildings and during his walk through these shadows nothing but the glare of his red-eyes were seen. When within an appropriate range for pouncing, Andra leaps fourth. The clenched fists act swiftly, his dominant right hand swings heavily toward the right side of Zane's ribcage while his left hand switches into an wide, open palm in an attempt to coil firmly around the Shini's thin neck.

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The eyes of the shinigami widened as the man began to step toward Zane. What was going to happen? Was this going to be the death of him? These were thoughts that ran through Zane's mind as he watched the man, not flinching an inch as Andra pounced toward him. Zane grunted when the man's fist struck the right side of his ribcage and, before he could act, his other hand was wrapped around his neck. Zane struggled slightly in the man's grasp and reached behind him for his Zanpakutou. He unsheathed the blade and brought it around his body to try and slash at Andra's side.

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The grip around Zane's neck was tight, very tight upon connecting. However as it connected it began constricting, enough to the point where he could cut off the circulation of his breathing. Then in the corner of his eyes he spots Zane's hand making way for his Zanpakuto and so, with his left hand securely wrapped around the Shini's neck, he jerks him back and towards the hard surface of a wall only a few feet away. It would seem that with such loose footwork, the Shini had little-to-no leverage for a proper strike and even moreso, when Andra is able plant him against said wall he was planning on doing so with a reasonably hard thump. One Andra would calculate to have enough umph to disarm Zane.

"Is this all you got Shinigami?! Fight me! Now!" Andra yells outs as his eyes pierce daggers directly into the Shinigami's soul.

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The sound of choking was the only true response that Zane mustered, the hand wrapped around his neck tight enough to cut off the circulation of air he was getting. Each breath was harder that the previous one to take in and even harder to exhale. Zane's struggle with this was too obvious and surely Andra would have noticed that his request for a fight was ridiculous with him choking the life out of him. The sound of metal hitting the ground came soon after when Zane got slammed against a wall causing him to drop his Zanpakuto.

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Andra almost jumped for joy when he was able to disarm the Shinigami of his Zanpakuto. With yet another tug of Zane's neck, (damn was he going to break this kid's neck?), Andra throws him to the ground with a hefty grunt. Following up the takedown is a heavily set swing of Andra's foot to the already earlier impacted area on the right side of Zane's ribcage. Should Andra's hit be successful, he would follow it up by dashing out and away from the alley, on his way he'd snatch up the kid's Zanpakuto while chiming playfully, "Catch me if you can, Shinigami~" As Andra flees the scene, he purposely extends the Shini's zanny out, hitting things like brick walls, stone walls, trees, the occasional pedestrian and whatever else he might come by.

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The one-sided brawl dragged out more, Zane continuing to choke until finally. What luck. He was tugged by his neck and thrown onto the ground and then kicked in the ribs. Again. The alley was flooded with the sound of Andra's joyous chiming as he stole Zane Zanpakuto and ran off, taking enjoyment in destorying it. The alleyway fell silent, even the groans of the Shinigami weren't loud enough to be heard given the near-crushed windpipe he had. With all of his effort left, Zane crawled to a nearby wall and lifted himself to his feet. He used the wall as a crutch to walk along as he stepped out of the alleyway and could only stand to watch as Andra froliced away. Zane forced himself to walk along the wall in the path following the strange man.

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Attention was at an all time high, people were staring, gasping and questioning the event unfolding in the Rukongai streets. As Andra parades happily around the streets, he glance s back to see if Zane was trying to retrieve his lost item. And he was! Quite slowly though, so Andra stops and jams the sword into the dirt ground below him. But he doesn't just, jam it, either. He crams that sucker so far in, even the tip of the hilt was imprinting the floor. The Arrancar presses his foot against the hilt of the Zanpakuto and begins counting down from ten. If Zane wasn't there within those ten seconds, Andra was going to snap the hilt straight off his Zanpakuto. "Ten.."

"Nine.."

"..Eight.."

"..Seven..."

"Six.."

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Zane had continued to use the wall to follow Andra, his pace slowed from the pain he was feeling in his ribcage. His eyes locked on Andra as the man stopped in the middle of the street and shoved his Zanpakuto into the the ground.. down to the hilt! What the hell was he doing?! Zane began to get annoyed with the man and his games. He pushed off the wall and took a few steps on his own, measuring out the pain it gave him. Just like when he was beat up as a kid. Suffer through it. Zane inhaled a deep breath, ignored the pain and took off in a mad dash toward Andra. He balled his hand into a fist and, as he got in range of Andra, threw a punch at the man. The punch would've been weaker than normal from the beating he took and it wouldn't be much longer before Zane collapsed.

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Andra laughs heartily as he watches the Shinigami pathetically make way in an attempted to save his precious Zanpakuto. During Andra's boisterous laughter, it seems Zane had managed enough energy to up and leave the wall. And while Andra was distracted, Zane lands punch dead-on to the Arrancar's face. And while it lacked any sort of power, it was enough to stop Andra's laughter dead in it's tracks. It seemed Zane cracked Andra right in the jaw, causing for Andra to bite down and knick his tongue. A thin line of blood seeps out of the Arrancar's mouth as he stares, dumfounded, at the Shinigami. After just a second, Andra raises his hand and wipes the blood from his face. "Bravo." he says simply before firing off a wicked sidewinder directly toward Zane's already damaged ribcage.

"Now die!"

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Word traveled fast in the Rukongai, especially the Third District. Comprised entirely of markets, businesses, and homes, the Third District had a veritable network of informants, carrying news from one end to the other. Often times they were used to convey messages of sales or shows, but sometimes they served another purpose. Sometimes, they let people know when trouble was about. Sengoku had not been far from the scene of the fighting when it started, and before long word got to him that there was trouble brewing.

Sengoku would have been happy to leave the brawlers be, but when he was told one of them might be a hollow, well, there was no way he was sitting this out. He dropped what he was doing and hurried for the scene of the fight. He arrived in time to see one man, presumably the arrancar, if his red eyes and mask fragment were any indicator. He was taller than Sengoku, but otherwise similarly built. The bartender scowled and approached the man, pulling his axe out of his belt. Things were soon to get messy.

A loud grunt exited Zane's lips as yet another blow connected to his ribcage. The impact dropped him to one knee near instantly, a heavy pant escaping his lips as he winced from the pain he was feeling. He gripped the hilt of his Zanpaktuo, but he knew it was futile to even attempt to use it.

Among the bustling marketplace of the Third District, a rather unique spectacle was unfolding. So interesting was this amazing event that the normal crash of voices and rapid exchanges of goods found themselves at a sudden halt. Men found suddenly useless fingers failing to grip coins as mothers hastily shielded the eyes of their young ones. How could something like this be occurring here? Who would let this happen?

Striding along the dusty streets of the pitiful district in which he found himself, he was quite aware of the stares examining his perfect body. How he relished the stares of the filth around him! How delicious were the confused expressions! Of course, these wonderful reactions could be credited to the horrible heat that the magnificent Akegata found himself trudging through. Had Hell finally arrived, or was the refuse around him the cause? It mattered not. Either way, he had found a solution. Gone were the trappings of the Shinigami sect. Pale skin, wonderfully exposed to the sun and turning a radiant pink, glitters as sweat trickles down his perfect body. Muscles within his elegant legs flex with every movement as he strides down the street. The only thing hiding the exquisite Akegata from the world and a mob of lust-driven madness was nothing more than a immaculate white loincloth and his magnificent cascade of hair. His Zanpakutou, tucked ever-so carefully into the waist of his loincloth slaps against his leg with every step.

Finally pulled from his musings on his own perfection, the unseated Shinigami would take note of his surroundings. Trash, injured trash, and what seemed to be Hollow trash all seemed to be having a disagreement in the middle of the street! Should he intervene? Should he watch? Better just to kill them all, perhaps. Making his way closer, he would begin to yell as he went.
"Oi! You lot! Cease and desist, put your hands in your pants and all that crap!"

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111 Degrees; Extremely humid with not a cloud in sight

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Zane's zanpakuto has been wedged and will require one of Average strength to pull out.

Holy crap, things just escalated from a (loose) friendly fight, to uhm, a streaking. Andra quickly kneels down to the floor and lifts up the crippled Shinigami. With properly placed hands, a mild grunt and heavily forced heave, Andra launches Zane directly at Akegata, the said leader of the streaking party of..one. Paying no mind to the almost completely naked man's words, Andra casts his gaze out once more, noticing angry faces gathering amongst the crowd. Slowly, drawing weapons, inching forward. "Well, naked man and angry townsmen swarming.. I guess it's my time to git' going." Andra chimes before turning and running towards a building. He jumps briefly onto a chair, then once more onto a rooftop. From there he takes off in a dead-on sprint. As he attempts a getaway, he keeps track of his general area so that in case he gains a tail, he would be able to drop off the rooftops and attempt to hide off the heat.


[Exit unless chased]

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Sengoku scowled as the Arrancar cut and run. He momentarily considered giving chase, and leaving the shinigami to deal with their own, but decided against it. Instead, he watched as the Arrancar threw one shinigami into another, suppressed any sort of chuckle or grin, and watched what happened next. He wasn't going to catch that Arrancar, and even if he did, he would be too tired to do anything but die.

It seemed that this was going to be the end for the Shinigami. His weapon was planted in the ground, his ribcage was thrashed from the beating and his energy was all, but gone. Not much could be worse than this. However, being lifted off the ground and being thrown like a child's toy was close enough. Zane could be seen flying across the street, only to have his body crash into Akegata's on impact. The shinigami let loose a low groan, the pain in his body becoming immense.

As the magnificent Prince of Seireitei stood before the common filth of the world around him, he couldn't help but cackle at the events. A Hollow "helping up" a Shinigami! How progressive was this bunch? Perhaps they would soon marry, and he could be the Shinigami of Honor!

These fanciful thoughts are soon torn away from man's perfect mind as a sack of flesh strikes him and sends his glistening form sprawling into the dirt. Ah, there was the sweet embrace of anger. Jumping to his feet quickly with little more than the beginnings of a bruise forming on the once-perfect flesh of his right shoulder, Akegata would wheel on the piece of trash that collided with him and swing his left foot multiple times in rapid succession at the oh-so-wonderfully exposed ribs. "Who the hell do you think you are!? If I wanted trash to touch me, I'd roll in a pile of refuse!

Sengoku had had no intention of catching the hapless shinigami, and in truth had been paying little enough attention to the naked man. He watched with a stoic gaze as the two shinigami tumbled in the dirt. Elite fighting force my ass... He thought, rolling his eyes. he was about to turn and leave when the naked man got up and began kicking his injured comrade in the ribs. Kicking him. In his wounds. There were so many things wrong with that it nearly made Sengoku's head implode. Quick strides closed the distance between himself and the two shinigami. His right hand balled into a tight fist, and he brought it lashing up at the naked shinigami's abdomen with a vicious, deep-throated growl. "What sort of spineless, gutless worm kicks an injured man like that? Do shinigami commonly attack their own?"

Zane oof'd and groaned as he crashed to the ground with the, nearly, naked man. This day could not get much worse for him.. or could it? Well it did when the man decided to start yelling violently at Zane before he started kicking his already trashed ribcage. At this point, Zane's body registered that he should be in pain, but after the beatdown he had been taking today, he couldn't even feel it. Zane just laid there and took the kicks until the other man came in to intervene

Sengoku's steps were not quick enough to have Akegata in the same place the Rukon aimed for by the time the punch was thrown. A neat step to the side then one forward had the Shinigami out of harm's way, complete with a huff and a haughty looked cast over his bare shoulder before he strode away, leaving the scene as quickly as he came.

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Akegata exited as per the posting portion of the activity rules which can be found here. [link] In accordance with the rules, Akegata's points upon thread's finish will be halved.

Sengoku missed, but his point was made. He made a rude, offensive gesture at the naked man, and then knelt down next to the wounded shinigami. "Hey, can you get up boy? or do I need to call for your superiors?" He looked back up at the retreating Akegata. He had missed his chance to trounce the hollow, missed his chance to thrash a narcissistic little shit stain, and now he was stuck looking out for a wounded man.

Zane was quiet for a moment and as he opened his mouth to reply to the Rukon, another Shinigami came bustling up. News didn't stay restricted to the Third District. The new shinigami was one of the Fifth Division patrols that worked along the border between Districts Two and Three. "Don't move," he cried, his fairly large frame coming to a stop next to Zane who tried to push himself up. "I'll take it from here," he said to Sengoku. "Thanks."

The large man gingerly hefted Zane up and from the side, a second Shinigami had retrieved the wedged Zanpakuto with ease; the dirt there had been fairly soft, otherwise Andra would have needed more time and more strength to get it so far down into the earth. The trio wasted no time in making their way back to Seireitei; not that Zane had a say in the matter. He had passed out.

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Zane exited as per the activity rules found here. [link] Since there are only two people left, this thread is now over. Zane will receive reduced points in accordance with the rules.

Note: Dect, do not add stat stipulations to actions a person can take in a thread. Mods will verify that things can logically happen, as there are outside influences besides stats; if you think something isn't right, use the RP Dispute thread. Also, you do not have the strength to jam a sword all the way to the hilt into the ground that fast, even at excellent, it wouldn't have gone so smoothly. Nor do you have the strength to have thrown Zane over such a distance. Please keep these things in mind.

Thread Rewards:

Andra - 8 RP

Zane - 5 RP (9 RP/2 for being exited)

Sengoku - 4 RP

Akegata - 1 RP (2 RP/2 for being exited)

Points added, thread locked.