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Post by Thea Ravenscar on Sept 4, 2013 19:51:08 GMT -8
"N-no," Ariadne croaked into the oppressive silence between her and the way out. "Don't...Don't come any closer..!" Her voice was just above a whisper, cracking and falling flat on the broken floor. Moonlight glinted off the bracelet she held tightly in her fragile fist as she moved beneath the cover of the thin blanket, adjusting to prepare to scramble as soon as she could. She might die, but at least she would go down swinging. If she could.
Her time spent in the wastes had drained her of her reserves; already naturally slender, the little bit of wealth she had managed to gain with The Man long on. The blemish on her face had healed poorly with no nourishment, an obnoxious trauma that struck down to the bone. If she had to scramble, she could probably make it out over the second threshold, to the outside where horror thrived. She licked her lips, breathing heavily as she regarded the dark form blotting out the majority of the moonlight filtering in.
Ariadne was half a heartbeat from making her made dash when she heard it. Other voices. Inside. Her face blanched at the revelation, blemish stark in the moonlight as her head whipped around, drawing her into a sitting position. Too many people. Not enough time. The girl slumped forward then, shoulders rolling inward in defeat. She was trapped. She was going to die. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered, almost moaning in despair
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Sept 12, 2013 17:56:53 GMT -8
Spoiler Apologies, guys... I'll be more punctual in the future. I hope I'm doing this right. o: While her focus primarily centered on the other being in the room, her senses could easily pick up on another's voice, especially if it originated from her 'colleague' and division member. Her eyes, too, noted the adjustment of shadow - their pupils dilating to accommodate the lack of light. While her senses were not as keen or pristine as someone who possessed an advanced trait or skill, Ume would mutter to Zeixer, "That can't be good, no." Having some difficulty with swallowing after her words, a large lump seemingly lodged inside her throat, the shinigami had an accompanying, gut-wrenching feeling that things instinctively took a turn for the worst; in fact, it was of the utmost importance that the group should leave, now. But to leave, even possibly so without the runaway? She couldn't accept that.
The stranger, who contemplated escape one moment, appeared defeated the next. Did the person really think Ume would hurt her? Reassurance was in order, but whether or not rapport would be established depended on the teenager's acceptance of trusting the unknown. "I won't hurt you, but we really need to depart, pronto. I don't want to leave you behind if there is some lurking danger outside, that's not my way. I can help you get closer to civilization or to an inn if that's all the help you want from me, but you have to come now." She urges, extending her hand to help her up; but, in the event of Lard being unable to really ambulate and move, and if she accepts, Ume would hardly waste time in carrying her via piggy-back. Assuming that was out of the way, she'd support the light-weight 'child' by holstering her against her back, arms effortlessly keeping her legs in check. All that Lard needed to do was hold on. If all ran along smoothly, she'd trace her steps through the darkness and lightly outreach her foot to gauge the location of the door frame.
If the girl was capable of moving somewhat, she'd simply wrap an arm around Lard's waist whilst the girl's hand would wrap around her neck to grasp the furthest hand of Ume's, the shinigami balancing her weight effectively in that course of action. And, well, assuming she wanted to walk on her own, Ume was okay with that too; simply providing a hand to help her up. Either way, the ex-captain would eventually make her way back into the corridor [hopefully with Lard in tow], whispering. "Let's get out of here and rendezvous back up with Zane, quickly. Use the walls if you have to, but be careful. If there's something outside, the last thing we want to do is make a bunch of noise." She advises, pausing to inhale a breath of air. "Zeixer, assume the front and I need you, Kohaku to cover the back; we might switch, but for now let's go."
Safety was her number one priority, especially now that they were all left hanging in the dark, so to speak... and she needed to make sure Zane was also fine.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 11:58:24 GMT -8
A sudden chill flooded into the man's body, crawling it's way up his spine and leaving him with an uneasy feeling the likes of which he had never felt prior to this. It was like some large person or creature had gripped Zane up and plunged him into a bath of pure ice over and over and over again. He could feel the rate of his heart increase, almost to the point of bursting through his chest, bumps raising on his skin and the hair, albeit small, that sat on the nape of his neck rose.
It seeped down into his bones and sent a small twinge of fear through the man, a feat that made Zane feel a sense of irony. It wasn't widely known or acknowledged given his piss poor skills, but Zane's reiatsu aura left the weaker bunch with a twinge of paranoia in itself, but this.. this was on a new level. He snapped his eyes shut and level out his mindset to become better focused, but the chills wouldn't escape him and it was making his thoughts go out of control.
Zane wobbled to his feet, his body in a full shiver as he rose up, "DAMMIT. I WILL SHAKE THIS FEELING! Kanakirigoe..", Zane started as he desperately grasped the hilt of his Zanpakuto again. It was hard to manage with the feeling crashing over him like it did, shaking with every attempt to move, but finally, after a long few moments, the blade came from it's sheathe, "Shi Hōkō!", the blade's hilt disintegrated a second time as Zane fought the chill to spin the blade to face the tip downward.
"This.. can't.. be.. natural.. but if it.. is.. so be it..", The man grumbled to himself as a 'sheathe' of reiatsu formed around the blade of his Zanpakuto. Zane rose his hand up slowly and flicked the sheathe, this all assuming no one popped in to stop him, and released the screeching noise once more in the area. He had no desire to block it out from himself and his body collapsed from the pain of the nausea, but he did hope that if his comrades heard the noise, they be more prepared this time and that whatever, if anything, that was causing him this feeling would suffer from these atrocious noises.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 9:40:02 GMT -8
Hollow Cold and darkness were two parts of a similar whole, cruel and ever-present facts of nature that existed to seek and suckle from heat and light. Relentless in their greed, both would absorb their respective alternates until their own demise, leaving a grievous scar to be mended upon the latter; so too did this analogy carry over to the creatures of cold shadow bred from the Arrancar's reiatsu, beasts of a single-minded goal that enveloped their eqivalent opposites in ravenous lust.
As Zane attempted to release his Zanpakuto, the shadow surged over his person and focused on not only the weapon, but the hand that held the weapon - where a cocoon of energy should have blossomed, instead the darkness expanded, a whole-encompassing, vampiric void in space, the likes of which caused vertigo upon being stared into. The shadow would leap from Zane after only a heartbeat, but a heartbeat was all it took - solid now, the swollen beast resembled a dog's shadow given life in the third dimension, with glowing crimson pits for eyes. Zane's Zanpakuto, on the other hand, went without metamorphosis, painfully plain as it had been a moment before. The dog's shadow opened wide it's maw, and for a moment, Zane would feel the pulse of his own reiatsu, a twinge reminiscent of his own blade, before madness issued forth.
Robbed of the cost of energy it would require to summon his blade for the second time in one evening, his muscles crying due to the rapid egress of the sharp cold, it could be argued that Zane had little with which to defend himself as the dog's bark bellowed forth in a supersonic cone, a piercing note given solid force, and with the proximity of the 'bark', it would not be unreasonable to expect Zane was cast to the ground just as the other Shinigami would become aware of the painful, splitting, piercing noise that washed over them before passing just as quickly.
The short, thin Arrancar seemed wholly unaffected by the audio blast, but his gigantic counterpart reeled, grimacing and shaking it's head - not nearly as effected as it should have been, clearly, but who would see save for the Arrancar?
As the supersonic blast filled the area, washing over and past the Shinigmai, it gave the other, travelling shadows direction, and as one they fell upon the Shinigami, notably leaving Lard alone, as though they were under direction - though perhaps they would not see as the shadows fell upon them, the Shinigami absolutely would know, and the piercing cold would envelope them totally, reaching to their bones, stiffening their muscles and suckling greedily of the warmth within them.
"Be warned!" The Arrancar finally cried, his stony face still as he faced directly before himself, staring into the nothingness as the clouds churned above his head. His voice carried unnaturally through the area, heavy and baritone; all would hear, despite the ringing in their ears. "Go to your homes, Shinigami, and tell your masters - The March approaches, and will not be halted by any means. This land is theirs, and to tread upon it is to invite devastation before its time. Go! And know the sun now sets on the Days of the Black."
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Post by Thea Ravenscar on Sept 27, 2013 12:20:32 GMT -8
As though a doll, Lard allowed the former Taichou to carry her at the woman's whim; the girl was far too weak to put up much of a protest, and the woman wasn't about to kill her. On the plus side, Ume smelled nice (well, even the training room of the fourth division would have smelled nice to Ariadne at this point).
Before long, she would be whimpering again as the second aural attack of the night befell the squad, and she shut her eyes against it, clinging to Ume with all the force she could muster; it wouldn't be enough to stay on, however, if Ume had to move or turn quickly, but with the blackness of night encroaching upon them, Lard was liable to fell the unforgiving earth caress her backside once again if Ume had to let go. This post brought to you by nouns. Also, since ill be afk for a short while while my parents are out of town, I took the liberty to post out of turn as to not hold anyone else up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 17:24:05 GMT -8
Kohaku wasn't much of a leader, but he was one hell of a subordinate. Without hesitation he took up his position as the rear guard. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but Ume seemed in hurry to leave the place. If Ume was wishing to retreat before anything had even happened it would most certainly leave Kohaku with a gut feeling that something bad was indeed about to happen. Then it happened; he suddenly recognized the awful ringing sound from the zanpakuto that he had heard earlier. The walls of the dwelling they were inside helped to distort the sound making it at least bearable to withstand. Although it was weak the feeling of his reiatsu would kick in. Kohaku's reiatsu would leave him with a slight sense of uncertainty.
Thankfully for Kohaku the moment the feeling of uncertainty kicked in he was better prepared for any surprises as he was now on his guard. When the shadows had sucked him into their void he avoided panicking as the darkness surrounded him, and the warmth left his body leaving him with a sort of stiffness in his muscles. When the voice suddenly broke out he listened very closely, but the only thing he could make out of it was that the shinigami were being threatened by this dark force.
The second benefit that his weak reiatsu aura would provide him was a better ability to react to his flight or fight desires. Instead of actually reacting he had a short window of time in which he could decide which of the two options was better. In this instance as instructed by the eerie voice the flight option sounded like the better of the two. He would speak up directing his suggestion to Ume "Ume I think it would be wise to heed that things advice. We don't know what we are dealing with. However, if you find it wise to fight please allow me to take the girl to a safer spot." This was a task Kohaku could handle quite well. Although he wasn't all that physically strong he was quite fast. Since the girl was light he could take her and escape with the highest chance of success.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 19:04:26 GMT -8
(My bad for being delayed and stuff...and posting out of order too I suppose)
He simply nodded as the young man placed his right hand on the wall as he assumed the front position; "leading" the group out of the building or sorts. With his opposing hand placed on his hilt, he walked slowly and cautiously, taking note of the darkness that encompassed the area. Upon hearing another nauseating sound that sounded very familiar, Zeixer covered his ears with both palms of his hand; seeing that this trick worked the first time.
Upon hearing an eerie voice, Zeixer would revert to his "defense mode"; becoming rather and alert as he was ready to react to anything. He awaited for Ume's next set of directions.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Oct 12, 2013 20:43:29 GMT -8
The howling bark of the canine shadow-beast floods the woman's eardrums; its foreign tone grating against her ears like nails on a chalkboard. Yelping sharply, she compares the pain and intensity to a stabbing-ring of a knife throttled violently into her auditory tunnel. The sound unbearable and equally debilitating, Ume scoots back into the wall, scooping Lard higher up against her frame so that the teen straddles the upper quadrants of her abdomen. This allowing Ume maneuverability, she bends forward, Lard's frame parallel to the flexion of her posture, thus easily draping the teen without the need for her to hold on. Then, Ume's rear would plant up and against the wall, heeding her own aforementioned advice. Her hands make one last effort to tighten Lard's grip with her legs around Ume's waist before ascending to securely shield her ears from the sound. Biting down against her lip, her essence and being would succumb to the darkness' grasp, grunting as she fought the temptation to lose her balance and fall over. Though, in light of this feeling, her positioning also favored the need for her muscles to bend, managing to kneel against her floor, curl and have her upper half forward as if praying. Body shivering to compensate for the heat loss and produce any sort of warmth, Ume was thankful to get some from Lard, at least, who hung along her frame like a cape.
The voice of the enigma persists to reach her hearing despite the intolerable sound, relaying the message to all who pose a threat. Describing an event that he dubs "The March," Ume makes a mental check to remember the exact words. An evil of high authority and destruction would approach, and if this was a warning to those who inevitably clash against it, it would serve as preparation until the "Days of the Black?" She didn't really know, but it was an absolute must to include in her report.
Seeing Kohaku and Zeixer coping well and stable, she'd nod and begin to stand, backtracking her movements like a rewinding tape. "Start moving, I'll catch up!" She mutters, hoping they'd be able to hear, because she was having difficulty discerning or making out what they were, in fact, saying. Once the sound settles and she can return to properly holding Lard, she would make more of an effort to move. If the shadows disperse and flee from her being right after the warning, she would head out of the house, trailing behind the two other members of her division; assuming, of course, that these things came true. In fact, she opts to sacrifice her hearing for the sake of keeping the teenager intact and against her, attempting to regroup and retreat. First, to rendezvous with Zane.
With her group, they would likely head in the direction of the 'restrained' Shinigami, hoping to find him safe and sound, but also alone. Fighting was not on her agenda today, so she prayed that the scouts could all leave in one piece whilst making sure the Rukongai citizen receives proper care and treatment. Musing, she decided that it's the preferable scenario: the messengers leave, the Shinigami leave to deliver said 'note,' and everyone lives another day. Not to say Ume was a coward; this circumstance involved other lives, and she simply wasn't keen on risking any of them but of course her own. Likely going to exit soon, of course if events permit me. Sorry for taking forever to post.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 9:58:51 GMT -8
On a basic level, you could say that Zane was near the point of blacking out from the events, but there was much more to it than that. The shadow had sapped his power from him and threw it back in his face, but Zane's mind couldn't register it. The madness that crept into his mind had blinded him from the truth and all he could know was that he had only managed to mess with his own self. Had his Zanpakuto really backfired on him? Had he angered the spirit that dwelled within to the point she didn't want to help him?
Zane was on the cold ground, eyes wide and body shaking heavily from the resulting course of events. He had no real recollection of the last few minutes aside from hearing the ever annoying screeching he had tried to become accustomed to just before his body collapsed from his weakened state. His mental state, that was. Physically, Zane was in pretty good condition, but with these shadows throwing themselves around him, his mind couldn't care less about that and his body just.. fell.
In his curled up state, the words of the Arrancar never found their way to his ears and, so, Zane had no idea about the threat. Wouldn't have matter much anyway as he would've been deafened by the effects of his blade and so..
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Post by Mallach Dirson on Oct 15, 2013 17:52:42 GMT -8
Hollow With the message delivered the Arrancar clicked his fingers and with a simple gesture of his hand gave order and as soon as the band arrived, they had vanished almost seemingly into thin air. Soon the darkness would lift, and aside from the ringing in their mutual ears, everything has been exactly as it had been moments before. Now, only time would tell if the menacing message was a bluff, or if indeed another Horde was on it's way. Days of darkness were approaching, and there may be little time to spare. Haste and courage would be the only real weapons they would have now. [exit] I know, not nearly as well as Cain would've done. However, the Hollow are gone now so carry on folks carry on.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 15:24:16 GMT -8
Zeixer tilted his head as he noticed the sky's color recede back into its previous state. Squinting his eyes, Zeixer reasoned whatever caused the sky to became dark most likely was gone. Despite this reasoning, he didn't let his guard down and moved forward to where the group departed with Zane.
"This isn't good..." he said aloud as he looked around if he could find the perpetrator. He eyed Zane before going towards him to assist him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2013 17:01:10 GMT -8
Thankfully whatever force that had appeared before the group now seemed to be gone. He no longer felt on edge like he was a moment before as his mentality was being pierced by unknown means. Kohaku remained on guard until they exited the building that they were in. He would turn his head to follow Ziexer, and as he did he noticed Zane on the ground. He would hurry close being to help with whatever aid he may need. Ume seemed to have control of the girl on her back still, so there was no need to worry about that one as much as they needed to worry about Zane at the moment. As he reached Zane he would crouch down and shake him lightly on the shoulder "Hey are you alright? Can you hear me?" Kohaku was no medic, but he figured it would be best to find out if Zane was conscious before any more action could be taken to care for him in his current condition.
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Post by Thea Ravenscar on Oct 17, 2013 19:20:32 GMT -8
Lard clung to Ume with every fiber of her being, her weakness evident in the lack of tension she supplied to the shinigami; still, she was trying, and by the time the pair of them had exited Lard's makeshift shack, she was trembling from more than the cold. She whimpered then, the terror of the night finally catching up to her stoic demeanor; the sounds and the screaming had affected her beyond the norm, and were it not for the motherly figure holding her close, she would be worse off than the shinigami contorted before them. She, at least, wasn't affected to the extent that he was from the messenger.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Oct 19, 2013 20:25:49 GMT -8
Ume inhaled the chilled air sharply whilst her head scanned the vicinity. There were no enemies around, she deduced, judging by the sky. The cloudy, musky darkness dispersed, leaving torn and scattered clouds along the navy-blue horizon; which looked like little cotton-balls and pieces of fabric along a dark tapestry. The stars and eerie moon twinkled and provided some lost light. She found it quite ironic how dependent people were on light, a natural weakness of dulled senses compared to animals, of course. The sky, however, did change, according to Ume: there in the sky's possession, a lurking reminder of the Days of Black. Intuitive eyes flickered back and forth reassuringly, adrenaline still lingered in her cold frame. She exhaled a loud sigh with the sound 'phew,' likely relieved that no one was harmed, but mentally shaken by this affair.
As they furthered themselves from Lard's hideout, Zane's motionless body became more viewable. His body at its stillest, Ume inwardly panicked. "Please be okay, please..." As they neared the man in shock, it became clear that he was functional and alert, but his orientation and mentality was in shambles. The hollows may have left him alone physically, but they evidently robbed him of his sanity and piece of mind. Luckily, by the time she reached him, Zeixer and Kohaku were somewhat assessing his situation. Then, she came to a temporary solution. "Men, I'm going to keep moving... need to make sure this girl is okay," she shrugs her shoulders a bit in recognition to Lard against her back, "When you get Zane to stand, or if he does not respond, pick him up gently and carry him to the 3rd district. Don't hang around here long. I can trust you guys to do that, right?" A rhetorical question at best, she'd walk around Zane and proceed to approach the 3rd District. She needed to warn Sengoku that she was bringing a few to the Notched Axe, after all. "I won't walk fast, so you guys can see me in sight, hopefully, and can catch up. We'll be taking a momentary rest at the tavern, the Notched Axe, before trying to get back to the Seireitei."
She explained, looking over her shoulder and detaching one hand from Lard's leg to wave and salute, "See you guys there." Then, Ume would depart with Lard in tow, the girl's anxiety and fright justified by the events tonight. Like the ex-captain, Lard probably hoped the temporary debilitating effect of Zane's zanpakutou in combination with the hollow's bark would cease soon, maybe before they reached Sengoku's property.
[Exit Lard and Ume]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 9:55:30 GMT -8
While still conscious, Zane was not incredibly responsive to the calls of, well, anyone. It wasn't that Zane could HEAR them so much as it was his mind was responding to it. It was shelled by a darkness that the man couldn't seem to shake and nothing outside of it was graspable for him. While he laid on the ground, his body huddled inward like a ball, loud screams emitted from his lips as the haunting terrors that plagued his mind. It seemed that at this point, Zane would have to be tended to by an outside source and wasn't capable of doing much for himself.
[This is going to be my exit post, but obviously someone has to carry my character out]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2013 16:24:45 GMT -8
Kohaku wasn't the physically strongest of shinigami, but he could make up for that weakness with his above average speed. He would somewhat struggle to pick Zane up and get him situated in a position on his back as to reduce the weight distribution as much as possible. He would look back at Zeixer "Please follow close behind. I'm not sure how long I can carry him, so please watch carefully. I'm going to move at a quick pace in order to catch up with Ume before I can no longer carry this guy." After explaining to Zeixer what he planned to do he would lean forward and plant his left foot on the ground. With his right foot slightly further back he would use the tips of his toes to push off the ground and begin sprinting after Ume with Zane in tow.
[Exit Kohaku and Zane]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2013 14:39:32 GMT -8
Zeixer merely nodded as Kohaku gave him simple instructions; instructions he was planning on doing anyway. After watching his fellow shinigami dash off, Zeixer placed his right hand on the hilt of his zanpakuto and began to sprint after Kohaku. As he tailed Kohaku, he remained cautious in case anything out of the particular happened.
[Outro]
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Post by Caden Reinhart on Dec 29, 2013 6:00:25 GMT -8
Thread Rewards: Ume: 9 Rp Zane: 9 Rp Zeixer: 9Rp Kohaku: 9Rp Lard: 9Rp
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