xVampire3go
yoshua171
EnterTheHero
Ikan
Bacon
Neziul
FourtyTwo
Not a Sayan
RenoseSagamiyama
Sunday - Night
Tatsuha Ouga
"Shit, where'd all these Hollow come from...!", the groans and sound of gnashing flesh accompanied the frustrated thoughts out loud of the Shinigami, somehow not at all deterred in movement by his odd hair, and his wooden blade somehow slicing through the black fleshed Hollows like he was wielding a normal zanpakuto. Ouga groaned in further frustration each time he heard the soul pager go off, knowing the others were probably pinging for help as they wanted them to, but tonight, the horde of Hollow were numerous, particularly those near the park.
Like a yelling cyclone he rampaged through another group, smashing their masks, cleaving them clean, even shoulder checks and palm strikes to send them into other hollow as crowd control. Then, he stopped. His eyes widened, this reiatsu was... He recognized it, afterall he was the one who trained them. The Hollow felt it too, they seemed to stop and looked around, as if looking for potential threats.
"Alright, interesting...", Ouga took a stance, both hands on the wooden blade pointing the tip at the hollow in front of him. He was smiling, ear to ear... He knew exactly what had happened. This surge in reiatsu from familiar signatures... He felt as if he was filled with newfound strength, knowing that they were now in good hands.
"Come on don't get distracted you lot, I'm right here after all!"
Hayasegawa Shouko
It was not often Shouko would be on hollow hunting duty, she was often a coordinator and go-between, with Ouga making up his own force as an experienced hollow hunter, and the substitutes usually forming small groups. It was a mistake the other night to have them move individually though and so Shouko had decided to stay closer to their location however... She found herself occupied as a horde of hollow had begun moving in that direction. There was no way she can arrive to help them directly, though many of these hollow would be slain by a simple swing, in such numbers they might give these less experienced Shinigami some trouble.
And so, the roads below her had become a sea of flames, her family Kido arts were crimson fire, able to spread and control ground. The hollow caught within were burned to cinders, and the stronger more resilient one were sniped by hot red streaks of light she fired from her elegantly done red and black fingernails. As soon as the area was cleared, she began to flash step across the rooftops towards the nearest location where everyone else was fighting... Sara had a lot of help she saw on the pager, so she should try and assist Darius or Tony first. Then... Her heart almost stopped, she stood still upon the telephone pole and looked around. This release of reiatsu was intense... But she recognized it.
"There's no way...", she knew this feeling, between herself and Ouga, her own zanpakuto's release was fairly recent. The sensation was still clear in her mind, the flow of power, and the sensation of becoming wholler, not by much... But ever so slightly more whole.
Her eyes looked in the direction of the three locations... Carefully, to see if she can see anything from a distance. She grit her teeth, clutching her pager, there was happiness to be sure with the growth of these ones, but as her finger hovered on the contacts, there was a reluctance.
Nicholson Household
@LadyAnnaLee - Sara
@Dane - Rei
@BladeSS4 - Bakuto
A stunning glowing aura was practically flowing from Bakuto as he was suddenly standing. In the silence of the night, the dead silence of shock at Bakuto having been sent flying so far, the sounds of his voice were clear, and the call of his zanpakuto were heard. Like a crash of thunder his new form was brandished, a finely made and narrow spear. Even the hollow that had sent him flying was shocked at his sudden recovery and increase in strength, and it was in that moment of shock that Bakuto's first strike would run it through like a flash of lightning. Almost immediately, the Hollow was run through, the spear crackling with thunder and lightning as he drilled right through it, a line of light indicating his path of attack.
Just like that, this second Hollow was slain. Such power and speed, he was but a step closer to his ideal way of the warrior, whether or not he was aware of this. If any new hollow showed up, he was now more than a match for them.
It seemed for now, the battle was over, it was almost forgotten in the excitement, but they were here to protect Sara's family from hollows that were skulking about. Perhaps someone should go and confirm they're ok...
Stone Household
@LC
Darius Stone
"Mmh... Mmm...? What's that noise?" The woman's eyes slowly opened as she was jolted awake by what she could only describe as... Construction work. She looked to her side, her dear husband sleeping soundly despite the noise. A trait of his experiences she wondered, though she could not help but place that 'sleeping like the dead' really described him here. Still, something unnerved her, about this ruckus. Normally this neighborhood was quiet, undisturbed, and this didn't sound like a vehicle or anything of the sort. It sounded like demolition.
She took the stairs down from the second floor, and was immediately in the hallway of her home, the dark corridors seemed forboding at this time, even moreso with the circumstances of why she had awoken, but there was a feeling in the air she could not place, and then...
"Huh?" Her eyes scanned the street from her front door and... She was not certain, but something was in front of her, on the street, in front of the gate. It's form was not visible, nothing but black fog, but there was a feeling within her chest. It was looking at her. Then for a moment, someone's face, familiar, came into view.
"Darius?"
Her eyes followed this smaller black fogged figure, that for a moment had a clear face, before turning it back in front. She flinched, stepping back, before in front of her, the back of what she can only describe as her husband's was between her and this odd beast. Then it's fist was raised... Fist? It seemed like one, and then, she couldn't watch. Turning her eyes away and covering her head, only for a powerful sound of steel to be heard. His form was much clearer now, and what looked like white smoke and flame rose from him. Was she dreaming...?
"Sorry, Aiko. Retirement just didn't suit me, I guess." This... Was certainly too much for her heart, as she began to step back, her legs giving out on her, and as soon as Darius strode forward to face the unusual Hollow, her eyes closed, as she began to faint, "Darius..."
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"Perhaps I was right to come here first, Mr. Stone", moments after Darius had squared up with the large lumbering hollow. She saw the matchup for what it was immediately... A slow, lazy foe with incredible power, and a shield that possessed few methods of offense, but boasted incredible defense. A fitting zanpakuto for this man she thought to herself, but as it is these two would be fighting for three days and three nights. An immovable object, and an unstoppable force.
Shouko was perched upon a telephone pole just above the two. Her parasol opened up as she began to think of what Kido spells she should use to slay this Hollow.
"Hmmm... Yes, I think I can make short work of this one, if you can keep him from moving from that spot", any regular spell would take a platoon to even get close to significantly wounding this thing, but a more advanced spell would be better. She wasn't her brother, who possessed a prodigious level of talent, but she was a wiz and better study than him, and so she can do the same... With a bit more time.
Somewhere in Sagamiyama
@McNephelim
Tony
The moon... It was beautiful. The moon, it's white glow illuminated the azure ridges of my mask. Why did it hypnotize me so? Why am I here? Something calls to me, a voice within my head, a power yet unleashed, this mask... It suffocates me. Yet it's existence, it's placement upon this face of mine is a comfort, safety... Or is it identity? The moon... Beautiful as it is... Will it help me find the answer...?
Or... Will you? You, the one whose soul is stained in red, familiar, yet alien, but more familiar than alien. No, just familiar? Or completely alien? Dejavu or delusion? Who are you? Who am I? Will you help me find out...?
The odd blue hollow looked upon the bleeding Tony... Disappointment. I was having fun, and you ruined it by getting stabbed... I thought I might find out some answers, to questions I know not, but you disappointed me. You felt different from others I had seen, but this is your limit... And so you must die, so that I may ponder the moon agai-
"Hehehe... Hahahahaha.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA" It was laughing... It's voice distorted but laughing nonetheless... Tony who now stood tall, strength overflowing from his body, his mind clearer, his confidence through the roof now, and the weapon upon his back, despite it's odd appearance and even larger size than his previous blade it... Felt natural to him. It felt better. The blue hollow's singular arm brandished a new kind of blade, a long, curved blade that then sharpened itself as the bones of it's arm seemed to slide down it's length, finalizing it's form as that of a katana. It was seeing something... In the elation of knowing this thrilling opponent it had encountered was not yet down for the count, it was excited. Battle must be waged. Meaning will be found tonight, and if not that, a thrilling battle will occur.
Unlike before when it was goading Tony into charging it, it's excitement got the better of it, and so it began to rush at Tony, ready to strike with it's katana arm.