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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 22:47:33 GMT -8
It all seemed like a blur. At one moment, he was awoken to the sounds of panic, coming from those hurrying to gather at one of the gates that lead to the Rukongai. The next moment, he found himself in the middle of what was becoming a bloody fray. Shinigami falling here and there, Hollows dying all over, the ground quickly becoming wet. Where in the world had his mind been all this time? At any rate, the shouting and bodies flying through the air eventually snapped him out of his somewhat hypnotized state. He looked down at his hands, to see that his swords were already drawn, blood already covering his hands. Had he been fighting too? He hoped so. Though it seemed not so important anymore, as the horde of Hollow seemed to be fleeing.
And then there was one, as the line goes. Judging by his humanoid appearance, but obviously unnatural abilities and shouting the being was likely an Arrancar or some similar creature. First a man rushed towards it, and was thrown back by some disembodied odd colored hands. Then two Kido were launched, which were also intercepted and then dissipated by a couple more. Yet after this, another man started to charge forward. I probably can't do much better, but really?
Whether he thought he could do better or not, he had to think of something. It seemed physical attacks weren't working, and neither were Kidou. Did it require one hand to stop one attack, meaning it could be overwhelmed? Or is that just what the being was choosing to do now? Either way, two methods of attack seemed to not be working very well, so perhaps he should try his own method? He wasn't sure, but instead decided to wait and see how this Rukon's assault went, even though it likely would go as well as the last. So he turned his head, to look around and see what and how many Shinigami were standing. There were a few, at least, a couple of them being Taicho.
The two Taicho he could see, were Kiba-taicho and the leader of the second division, judging by his Haori. He trusted that his Taicho could handle himself, since he saw a bit of him fighting during the attack of those other mysterious creatures. The second's Taicho seemed to be fighting from range, but otherwise Yuigon had no knowledge of his abilities, and being a high level healer, he was a priority. He then noticed the man start to move closer to the first man who charged in, becoming a bit closer to the fight. He let out a sigh, and decided it best to move closer to the Taicho, to try and provide some protection while he inevitably healed the man. As he approached, he spoke up. "Taicho-san, if you are going to be getting closer to the fighting, allow me to watch your back while you heal."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2013 13:20:27 GMT -8
Zane's eyes widened as he watched his Kidou become nothing more than well.. nothing, actually. Granted, his kidou abilities were among the subpar variety, but still, should've done something. His eyes only widened farther was Taisho was launched in his general direction without any effort and, despite not liking the man, he had a hard time believing that the Fukutaichou could be dispatched so easily. Zane began to move out of the way until a barrier was erected before him that stopped Taisho's progression of crushing him where he stood, glad to know the oaf wouldn't be landing on him.
Hitoshi-Taichou.. what should we do?, Zane said as Harupia made his way over to them. He was out of ideas himself and was hoping the man would have some kind of plan for this little group that had been thrown together.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 0:51:56 GMT -8
Perhaps, if the Hollow had not scattered in abject horror of what they had come to know their messiah as, the Fates might have ruled differently, averting the slaughter that followed their ineffectual retreat whole-cloth. Their liberator, the scantly vested boy unpeered in the sheer brutally of his prior performances, had never been intended to rampage without the guidance of their prophet, and it showed; as the Shinigami mobilized, the cloaked teen shifted to better regard his foes, and in his madness dismissed Sengoku, unable to reconcile the tavern owner's unexpressed reiatsu with the brand he had been conditioned to extinguish.
What would come to pass, then, was the hapless soul's impromptu passing at the edge of Sengoku's axe as his constructs had been primed to assault the Shinigami race tenfold. The blade hacked a sizable distance into the figure's skull, and the spiritual hands faded before they were even given the opportunity to stabilize the death toll in the Hollow's favor—the boy succumbed, felled by his kin's weapon, a simple Rukongai citizen abducted at an obscenely young age by a horde of Hollow and reared as one of their own to conduct battle.
In part sweet, in part spectacularly bitter, the victory left untold wounded across the combat zone, and a significant sum of dead between all three factions, but a light shone radiantly at the end of the tunnel, and the denizens of both Seireitei and the Rukongai could now work toward succoring their own. Consider the event officially over, and feel free to post your exits and tend to the consequences. Cain will handle the rewards in short order.
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Post by Bard "Dual-Strike" Alrikson on Apr 25, 2013 11:56:12 GMT -8
If Sengoku had had any inkling of just what, or rather who, he was killing, it would have stayed his hand, and possibly cost him his life. As it was, he didn't notice anything until it was already too late. The axe bit deep, destroying a fragile skull beyond repair. It wasn't until the hot blood had splattered over his arm that he realized there were no mask fragments on the face of the boy. Nothing looking like bone. No telltale hole. As the body slumped, and the hollows broke rank, Sengoku caught the dead boy on his left arm, paling visibly. A visceral wave of nausea rolled through him, and he tasted bile. "Wh-what..." he stared at the dead boy, his mind moving in a hundred different directions. It was only when he realized that the hollows were breaking ranks and running that he was able to pull himself back together. He gently lowered the boy the ground and let his axes merge once more, pushing the haft into his belt. The hollows had taken one of the Rukon, and twisted him into a weapon against his own people. Sengoku had little choice, the invasion wouldn't have stopped without the boy's death, but it still rocked Sengoku to the core. It left his convictions and ideals shaken, a tenuous place upon which to stand. What came next didn't help. He was scanning the remnants of the battlefield, a place choked with blood and death. There was catharsis in knowing that it was over, knowing that the invasion had been halted, but there were so many dead that it made his heart ache. He was still surveying the scene when he caught a glimpse of purple fabric among the dead. The world froze, and his focus narrowed until it only encompassed that bright piece of cloth. he ran forwards, tumbling over bodies, scrambling across the cobble stone when he fell. "No...no no no no no...don't be her, don't be her, don't be her..." He reached the point in the field, and everything lurched to a halt. Glassy, vacant eyes gazed up at him. Wisteria colored hair, matted and stained with blood. A fragile little body. A friend. Someone he had loved. He hit the ground, staring right into those dead, vacant eyes. He gathered her up in his arms, and the pain was more than he could bear. He bowed over that broken little girl and wept. How could he save anyone if he couldn't even protect a child? How was he supposed to lead the Rukongai, to defend it against the hollows, to stand up for his people, if this was the limit of his capabilities? He laid her down gently, and pulled the bloodstained, brown hakama off of his shoulders. He wrapped it around her, covering the little girl's face, until he had hidden every thing from sight, and picked her up in his arms. She had no family. She had no one to care. No one to bury her. He wouldn't let her rot, wouldn't let her lie in the cold, hard earth alone. Behind his tavern were four small graves, and now there would apparently be a fifth. Sengoku rose slowly, the wear and tear of the day finally taking its toll. He cast a hateful look back at the walls of the Seireitei. In his mind, the shinigami were as much to blame for this as the hollows. He couldn't lash out against them, couldn't fight them, couldn't make them pay. Not all were to blame; deep down, he understood that. His gaze turned outwards, to the Rukongai, and he began to walk. The Shinigami would not have to pay for their unwillingness to do what had to be done, but the Hollows would. "As long as I draw breath..." he whispered, if only to himself and the tiny corpse in his arms, "They'll never know peace again. I'll wipe them all out, Fuji. I promise."(Sengoku, exit) Cain and I actually had an agreement on this, since Fuji is well beyond her 2 month mark and doesn't seem to be coming back. Character and plot development to follow!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 21:08:21 GMT -8
Watching as his save was successful (somewhat) at helping the fukutaichou, Biru gave a wince when the man hit the barrier and another one when Biru's attempt at carrying the man with his barrier failed and he landed on the ground instead. "Could have tried to handle that barrier a little better." Biru thought to himself.
Watching Sengoku kill the leader of the hollow attack, Biru breathed a sigh of relief now that all of the other hollows had fled. Thankful that it was now safe and he wasn't in any more danger of being torn limb from limb, Biru decided that it was now his time to leave. Moving away from the scene of the carnage, Biru thought that he could really use a rest after such a day.
[Exit]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 12:36:05 GMT -8
Letting out a low breath he looked around the area seeing what had just happened he let out a grunt right after. That was upsetting things could of went a hell of a lot better. He winced out in pain as he tried to take a step forward. He would have to head to the second division to get fixed up. That was something he really was not looking forward. They always messed up his manly ness with bandages.
"Better go report this to the good captain."
Sheathing his sword he then yanked the blade from his sash and began to use the sword as a cane walking towards to the great city. This walk was going to be a very long walk.
[EXIT]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 16:27:18 GMT -8
It wasn't long before, more orderly than had the Hollow, the Shinigami began their dispersant. Some returned to the confines of Seireitei, wounded and tired - others began to collect the dead and wounded on the battlefield, as befit their fallen comrades, as well as the noble fallen who had given their lives in the attack.
Many had passed - notable bodies counted among the fallen included Fuji Murasaki, Anemos Polemos, Sonen, John Poppop, Hasegawa Hotaru, Renkai, Nabi, Iyashii Kasha, Nelo, Tenba Genjitsu, Hareyakana Akegata and Yasuo. The bodies of the Citizens and the Shinigami would be treated reverently; the bodies of the Hollow were given to the flames, to ensure their total demise and eradication of their pollution.
From atop the Walls, Kiba looked on, ever vigilant, ever the defender from on high - his would be the watch that would call if another attack came, though most certainly none would. Only those who belonged came from the treelines, and only those who needed it were brought into Seireitei, from the wounded to those who lost their homes to any Shinigami - including one runner, who with fear etched over his face ascended the wall and wordlessly gave Kiba two items.
The first was a box, and though it was surely of some description, Kiba took no notice of it, only of what was wrapped about the box tightly, as though a ribbon - a blood stained Fukutaicho's badge, with the Third Division's emblem sharp, for all who looked upon it to see. The young runner had been wise to be afraid, and the look of mixed anger and anguish on Kiba's face was all the warning he needed, the young man fleeing for safety as the Taicho bellowed, loud and angrily, as though to challenge the sky itself for this perceived slight.
Without another word, with only choking sobs and strangled whimpers on his lips, Kiba turned his back to the wall and those who needed a guardian, not because of any ill intention toward them, but because he had failed totally to be a guardian to the only soul he wished to save.
[spoiler=[Exit, Event Ended]]
And thus the event is ended. Point distribution is as follows:
Sengoku - 15
Harupia - 13
Mai - 13
Zane - 12
Biru - 10
Taisho - 10
Yuigon - 4
Note a special grading method was used under the circumstances of the extended event. Limbo has been cleared of the dead.[/spoiler]
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