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Oh Bleach RP oh Bleach RP where art thou oh quality Bleach RP. Why hast thou forsaken thee? Seriously though, WHY!?!
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Mikeil Thae-Araste


Absently, as the others each readied themselves in their own way, Mikeil wondered at the knight's senses. He'd come out on top in the previous battle--at the very least. This likely meant he had fought many adversaries at once, or perhaps his fight had been much like this one, against a single powerful foe. As the Champion moved, Mikeil tilted his head, noting that the fellow had utterly ignored his words and instead turned towards Akiva. A shame, really, but the man was still a fool. Whatever his senses were and even despite his armor, the knight should never have turned his back on a foe--even if he was surrounded. If it had been Mikeil he might have immediately changed his position to one more advantageous, but alas twas not he and so he would take advantage of his opponent's actions.

Deciding to shift the odds further in their favor, Mikeil casually gestured at the others, then pointed at the knight, before he took a careful step forwards...and then another. Approaching at a slow, measured gait, Mikeil shifted the position of Thrann slight and moved only his wrist, beginning the slightest of turning spins. The motion did not so much as disturb his cloak.

Then Akiva acted, a portal forming and Mikeil suppressed a chuckle. Deciding on a course of action, the mixed-blood warrior let his wings unfurl slightly beneath his cloak, spreading the garment outwards in the process. The lightness of his steps remained, but his speed increased all at once as he entered into a dash. Just walking he'd diminished the 20 feet between them down to 16, but now with his seemingly frantic approach, Mikeil ate up the distance like a famished beast; 16 feet rather swiftly becoming 12 and then eight in moments.

Akiva's attack occurred, Mikeil grinned, slammed a foot down, and ended his approach at 7 feet, transferring the momentum into a swift spin and whipping Thrann at the end of it, his gaze still on the knight as the heavy weight sailed through the air on its chain, intent upon striking the knight in the back of the knee.

While talkative before, he uttered not a word, utterly focused on the arena and the hunt.
Big apologies. Going to post tomorrow/today (technically depending on your timezone). Did a ton of unrelated writing today + work hence the delay.
Presidio

"Alright guys! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah…."
Presidio

"Alright guys! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah…."
Oh, my bad. I thought...no matter. I'll work on getting something up!
Exactly

"Who?"
Presidio

"Alright guys! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah…."
Exactly

"Who?"

Outsider
@Ambrosine


Darkness and a ringing silence lingered in his nigh unconscious mind. He made no attempt to claw his way out from it, preferring to remain so, comfortable and unbothered, untouched by the world. However, as it dragged on the emptiness became uncomfortable and somehow claustrophobic. Imagery touched his mind’s eye, betraying silhouettes and oncoming walls meant to trap and constrict him in the seeming forever-space of the once-endless black.

Yet, as he mentally began to struggle against the pressure of unconsciousness, the silhouettes converged and a call struck his senses. Like an unbeating heart restarted his senses flared to life and a full body shudder pressed through his head, abdomen, tails and then limbs. No eyes were opened and no lungs expanded, but it was suddenly as if he could breath again. Nonetheless it took another bit before more life signs made themselves clear, the senses of his Second Vessel becoming apparent.

He’d almost died.

Where the hell was he?

He cast his senses out even as a voice--far too close and loud--rang through his body once more. It was familiar and he realized that in his fugue state he’d been hearing it. It was comforting like...no, unlike whatever he’d just been experiencing. What had it been?

Outsider’s body shuddered again and finally, arms pushed its chest from the earth and it aimed its featureless head at the being that had awoken him. The head tilted, its bio-signature was different somehow, despite its human shape. Of course, there was something decidedly less human near her, four limbed and animalistic it seemed.

"Huh?"

The hollow word emanated seemingly from nowhere and having uttered it he nonetheless felt as if it didn’t belong to him. He shook his head, shudders running down his serpentine body before he settled again. The sound he’d made brought new imagery to him as it bounced off of nearby objects.

The battered silhouettes of buildings and the ruined road beneath and behind him were now clear in his mind. Desperately, he hoped no one had been in those buildings when he’d fallen. At the same time reality proper sank in and relief washed through him, an overwhelming, unrelenting wave that drowned out the guilt and worry he felt. He might have cried if he’d been human in that moment, but for now it didn’t matter as he recalled the state of the city.

His head turned from the figure, seeming to regard the direction from which Behemoth’s roars emanated.

"Ah...Behemoth."

Getting his thoughts somewhat in order, Outsider turned back to the silhouette before him.

"Thank you. I...I’m not sure when I might have regained consciousness if you hadn’t come along." There was sincerity in his words despite their hollow ring and inhuman source. Then his body drew itself up, but by any mechanical means, instead it simply pulled from the earth, some unseen force resisting gravity as he checked that his form’s flight still functioned properly.

He knew that he should move on immediately, help civilians and distract the Endbringer, but he had to know who this cape was. "Ah, I’m Outsider. You are?"

He needed to know so that he would remember them. They’d pulled him from something and that struck a chord in him.

He’d see that he repaid them. If they all got through this that was….
Exactly

"Who?"
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