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« Thread Started on Feb 14, 2012, 2:48am » | |
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Once in everyone's lives, there comes a moment when one feels like they are motivated to do something out of the norm. Maybe it is something as simple as taking a different way home for some. For others, maybe it is something that tells them to pack up their guns, load it up with bullets, and make every single person who has oppressed you in life pay for treating you like shit After which, if they were to be asked what compelled them to do what they did, the answer typically was that they don't know. They just heard this voice in their head, and this time....this time....they listened.
For some, these voices are nothing more than the in-depth subconscious by a person, repressed by fear, guilt, anger, or some other powerful emotion that prevents them from latching on to it and letting it out.
And then, there are those like Cross...
At one point, he was that voice, probing and pushing the dominant hollow within this form, until one day, he was heard. And now, the voice that everyone can hear belongs to his.
And inside him, inside his head...is silence. Almost.
Cross has gotten much stronger over the past year, and he can feel almost complete dominance over all the entity that exists within him, the power welling up inside him almost at his complete disposal.
But not quite yet...
As he looked up at the sky, this manufactured sky in Las Noches created by the former king of Hueco Mundo and shinigami traitor Sousuke Aizen, his hand reached up to the artificial clouds above his head.
So close, yet so far...
Within his reach, yet out of his grasp...and no voices inside his head to move him that extra inch.
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« Reply #1 on Feb 14, 2012, 8:17pm » | |
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The simulated light poured down without the slightest hesitation, balancing its faux golden rays evenly across the near infinite expanse. Las Noche didn’t normally allow foreigners to survive without execution in its plains, though through some form of fortune and strength—maybe even a permutation of the two, he roamed freely. Beds of sand did little to restrict his movement as sandaled feet bounced freely off one dome to another, soaring through the blue heavens; a single blur was visible for seconds at a time.
Faced partially masked in a navy blue cloth, snow white locks danced in the refracting winds as Isao made his way aimlessly about. Soft, dull raven eyes lying peacefully as his coordinating longs-sleeve and loose pants (matching the color of his lower face mask) swiveled in the passing breeze. One bound carrying him into the skies, only to touch back on the superb ocean within a fraction of a second, his parade only coming to an end as a familiar scent of energy captured his senses.
(“Hmm, It couldn’t be…”) A near instant step carrying him meters ahead, only to appear just yards behind the blonde individual who seemingly was loss in the allure of the heaven. A posture shifting to a more relaxed state, the Visored smiled beneath his concealment at the sight of a former friend, though their last encounter was far from civil. A battle, though concise was present during that time, and due to some unforeseen circumstance, it hadn’t been continued. Luckily, Isao wasn’t exactly looking for a full-blown fight at the moment. Having grown stronger in the passing days, it was obvious his attendant had done the same, evident by the weight of his spiritual presence.
”Aye, Cross. Long time no see~”” A casual wave accompanying a forthcoming tone.
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« Reply #2 on Feb 14, 2012, 10:38pm » | |
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Hand still reaching out to the heavens, Cross listened for the call of desire, of motivation. Yet, none of it could be heard. And then, he heard a voice, a familiar one calling out his name, seeking his attention from the trance that he is enveloped by.
Could it be?
Cross wondered out loud, asking himself if the voices in his head are back. Is it the hollow within him? Maybe the bount?
From the corner of his eye, he saw another being, arm flailing side to side as he waved at the arrancar. Cross turned his head, his hazel iris lazily shifting towards the navy-blue clad shinobi-like presence before him. It took him a few seconds to realize who it was, or for him to realize that the voice he thought he heard inside his head actually belonged to this familiar face.
At least, what he could see of it.
But that spiky white hair, the covered face...there was no mistaking it.
"Ah! Ko...ke..ro.....", he paused for a bit as he tried to recall the name of his former acquaintance.
"Kero kero keroppi-san!", the arrancar blurted out, obviously getting the person's name incorrectly.
"It's been a long time!"
The blond arrancar flashed a smile towards the Vizard, returning pleasantries as he ran towards him excitedly, hips swaying side-to-side as both arms waved in the air towards the opposite direction. As is typical, Cross twirled in glee, performing not one, not two, but several pirouettes as he danced around Isao.
Then, seemingly stopping in mid-swing, Cross held his turn leg up in mid-air, stopping his pirouette in mid-turn, coming to the realization of the oddness of seeing Isao in Las Noches.
"Whaa--"
"What are you doin' here? How'd you get in? I mean, I know Pops...", referring to Theoceles, "...has adopted an open door policy 'round here, but I didn't know he'd reached out to you folks..."
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« Reply #3 on Feb 17, 2012, 5:55pm » | |
[justify]Staring with a look of confused elation, the Visored simply smiled at the rather cadenced, poetic style of movement his old friend took. After all this time, his ostentatious mannerism and equally forgetful nature hadn’t escaped him, which was more of a compliment than an infuriation. Placing one hand promptly behind his head, running his rough hands through the strands of silver covering the nape of his neck, Isao would speak out.
”It has been a while, Cross-san,”
The thought of the number of times his surname had been erroneously uttered made the young warrior laugh mentally. Knowing how verbally taxing the pronunciation of his last name was, he couldn’t imagine anyone getting it on the first shot. Shamefully enough, it took him quite a while to speak the entirety of his title without a single error interjected. Mistakes happened, and he could at least respect that he had an idea and captured the general model of his name itself.
It hadn’t been until the man’s sudden stop in mid-twirl that Isoa’s attention was directed towards another question that he was quite shocked by. “Oh?” speaking almost intuitively, buying time to formulate a good answer, thought enough there wasn’t much to say. Needless to say he wouldn’t leave the blonde Arrancar alone without an answer to the inquire he posed.
”Oh right! Well, I’m like Theo’s right-hand man. He’s helped me a lot over the last few months and now he’s kinda taken me under his wing. So maybe this is my temporary home until I find one of my own.”
Pausing once more, allowing ample time for his friend to gather his thoughts, process what he said and formulate an exclaim, Isao would wait unwearyingly.
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« Reply #4 on Feb 17, 2012, 6:18pm » | |
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Leg still hanging in mid-swing, Cross listened intently as Isao revealed a shocking revelation as his hand gently ran through his silver hair. It was quite a surprise alright, as Cross' leg slowly descended, eyes opening wide as it started to get watery from the oncoming tears.
"But....but....."
He paused hesitantly and dejectedly, turning around and crawling in a fetal position as he lowered his head down, nearly burying it on the golden sand beneath them. Slowly turning his head towards Isao, tears rolling down his cheeks, Cross began to explain.
"I thought...", he paused again as he sniffed, holding back the tears as he forced himself to continue.
"I thought...I was...his right hand maaaaaaan!!!!!"
He turned once more, his head burying into the sand this time as he continued to sulk.
Typical of Cross...
Rarely does the arrancar react simply to anything. Everything must be exaggerated, more pronounced. Truth is, he doesn't care much whether he's Theoceles' right-hand man. Heck, he doesn't care AT ALL.
After all, who knows what that old man does with his right hand when no one is looking.
Surely, Cross doesn't want to find out.
He popped his head back up, turning his attention to Isao once more.
"So this is your home now huh? Guess that makes sense, its kinda' the home for lots of folks now since Theo-sama sorta took over this mess. You been to the cafe' yet?"
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« Reply #5 on Feb 27, 2012, 5:52pm » | |
[justify]The sheer volume of over dramatics displayed was borderline overwhelming. Theatrics best save for the stage and left out of general conversation; the visored couldn’t help but to smile lackadaisically. Known for his melodramatic nature, this wasn’t something particularly new to the snow-haired traveler, and while it would have normally stunned most in confusion, Isao was quite at home with this odd air. Not quite the generalist himself and expressing a form of presentation unique to his character, he was quite comfortable in the environment of another inimitable individual.
Artificial waves flooding a sea of gold, the Visored stood stoic for a moment, only relaxed in posture and eyes as his navy mask covered his lower face’s expression. The café? Truly a place anyone with an hungriness even staggering those of any titan or mammoth being. Nonetheless, having just left that vicinity with the big guy himself, Isao wasn’t particularly interested in going back. He’d have to work up an appetite first.
Smiling once more, right hand propped behind his head, running cloaked fingers through the strands of vivid silver lining the nape of his neck, the Visored would smile. “While food is always good, I was actually just about to train---- You can join if you’d like?” eyes still as lax as ever, the Visored was quite curious in what the Arrancar would say in response or retort. It had been quite some time since the two shared one another’s company, and on their last encounter, the gap in strength was rather lopsided; at least now they could fight on even grounds for a narrow time. His new plus however didn’t come in the form of his Mask’s augment, however.
”Maybe a spar even?”
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« Reply #6 on Feb 28, 2012, 10:49pm » | |
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It had been many moons ago since these two weary travelers last crossed path, only to find themselves traversing a similar direction again.
A spar, huh?
Cross had hoped for a more quiet time, to be quite honest. Although, for some reason, he felt the urge to oblige with the vizard's request. If it is true that Isao is considered as one of the top arms of Theoceles' army, then Cross could hardly wait to pit his strength against this masked foe.
He motioned his neck from side-to-side, crackling some bones as he stretched his arms and legs.
"I suppose I'm not too busy to have a lil' spar..."
Standing across his powerful foe, Cross began to raise his reiatsu. To someone who would use their senses to determine another's strength, it would appear that the arrancar's strength would be equivalent to that of a low-ranking Taichou of the Gotei 13. Formidable, yes, but nowhere near his true strength. Besides, there is no need to go all out, else he'll end up causing some major damage at the fortress and earn an earful from the old man.
"Something's different bout you, ya' know? From the last time we saw each other..."
Cross could not quite put his finger on it just yet, though what he was feeling was similar to those he felt around the other masked shinigami that he has met, Suza. It is that feeling of deeper anger, of raw animalistic instinct laying dormant within the reaper.
"Anyway, you gonna' release your shikai or not? Otherwise, I guess we can get this one started, hmmm?"
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« Reply #7 on Feb 29, 2012, 3:50pm » | |
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”Now that’s what I like to hear…” A smirk’s essence forming across his clothed lips.
Meanwhile and simultaneously would his left hand slide down his frame, only to rest upon the guard of his Zanpakutō. With minimal effort, the blade was unbolted from its hinges, a small glimmer of steel present as his thumb positioned itself at the interior of the Tsuba. It had been quite some time since the two clashed weapons with one another, and while time wasn’t the only factor that had altered since then, the results and practices of their technique would be the more deciding factor in this bout.
As Cross inquired as to the whereabouts of his Shikai, Isao couldn’t help but to hold a more comfortable facial expression. With the subtle exposure of his weapon, the man was already contemplating the release of his weapon’s partial strength. “Disrupt, Shōtotsu---” eyes pinned on his opponent, recognizing the slight elevation in power, the Visored knew full well this wasn’t the immensity of his strength. Needless to say as his own reiatsu howled to similar levels as crimson life pulsated from his sheath, the warrior would draw his blade. The curved steel coated in an all-pervading blanket of scarlet as a transparent tail echoed off its steel as it moved.
Sliding into a more defensive stance, integrating lessons of Shinkendo, the lifestyle of his past life, Isao looked on somewhat puzzled. “Different?---Hmm, I guess I just feel move alive. I’ll show ya later on, but for now, you can have the first move,” hinting to intensity to come, the Visored would rest but mere feet away from his opposition; silver strands meeting silver spikes as the man waited for Cross to make his first move.
This would be a spar to watch.
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« Reply #8 on Feb 29, 2012, 7:59pm » | |
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As if to oblige, the vizard drew his zanpakatou, his lips speaking the words to call forth his first release. The masked shinigami took on a defensive stance, one which Cross was not familiar of as he teased the arrancar of a surprise to be revealed later on. This prompted a response from the arrancar as a smile flashed on Cross’ face, acknowledging his sparring partner’s comment. Isao wanted Cross to have the first move, and as Isao obliged in showing him his shikai. It is then only appropriate for the arrancar to comply with his sparring partner’s request to make the first move. Unlike his opponent however, his release will have to wait. Cross dislikes his unsealed form. Being a former shinigami, he waited many centuries so he can attain this more humanoid form, and going back to that hollow-like appearance is something he reserves for extremely rare circumstances.
A sound of static would echo through the air as the arrancar disappeared from sight, reappearing roughly 10 feet above Isao after executing his sonido. His unbuttoned blue-shirt fluttered in the wind as he re-appeared, like a ship’s sail against the wind. Right arm stretched out as he faced down towards his target, a large red ball of energy formed on his palm. The large orb gives off the appearance of a Cero, though it was far from it. Charging in less time than that of a hollow’s trademarked move, the blast would erupt outward, spraying down a radius of destructive bala-like rain shower at Isao. It is Cross’ own variation of Cero, an attack he dubbed Escopeta based on its shotgun like properties. From this distance, Isao better hoped that he was somehow able to keep up with the movement of a stepping master like Cross.
That is, unless he wants to bathe in the bloody rain of bala blasts.
[spoiler]name: Escopeta (Shotgun)
type: Offensive
range: Medium
description: A ranged attack that has a variation of Cero-like properties, Escopeta is inspired by the spread-style firing of a shotgun. The blast is charged like a Cero, but upon release, the attack comes out like a shower of 20 smaller bala (each one 3/4 the size of a regular bala) in the conic-shaped blast with a range of 20 yards and radius of 10.
Additionally, there are a few factors that affect damage as well. First, is distance. The closer the target is, the more damage he receives. This is because of the shower-style property of this attack. The closer the target is to it, the more blasts will hit the target. Similarly, the farther away the target is, the less blasts will hit the target.
This attack is normally generated by the open palm of Cross. However, he can use both hands to charge up a stronger Escopeta and fire it off in one shot or succession of shots.
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« Reply #9 on Mar 8, 2012, 10:39pm » | |
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Holding his blade in a firm grasp between his palms, the Visored began to conceptually picture the fight and what could come from its continuation. Knowing the talents he himself possessed, as well as instruments recently attained to further advance his strength, one could only assume the silver-haired Arrancar had also developed a number of techniques he hadn’t shown. After all, the distinct intuition that tipped Isao to the true prowess of his opponents hadn’t failed him in the past. Surely it wouldn’t diminish during this of all spars. Playing his cards right would lead him to victory, mishaps after mishaps ensured death.
Then it happened as keen dark orbs elevated to his upper province upon the vanish and instantaneous emergence of the sonic crackle. Just above him, no higher than ten feet would cross beckon back to reality, his arm already outstretched. And commencing the release of an attack. However just as quickly as his technique began its course towards the Visored would it meet ends with nothing but golden sand. A swift shunpo carrying him to the Arrancar’s right, just three feet higher as his right arm swung out, his crimson blade running its course in attempts to cut into the shoulder of Cross. Doing so in unanimity with the opposition’s release of his attack, Isao knew he opened a window that wouldn’t be easily exploited, and now it would be up to the jovial Arrancar to make his defense, for Isao wouldn’t hold back.
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[ 体性神経質な中断 Taisei Shinkeishitsu Na Chūdan]
The crucial effect of Isao’s Shikai is the disruption of the Somatic Nervous system within his opponent. Upon releasing his Zanpakutō, this ability becomes continuous, and ongoing until sealed. Not efficient through imperceptible gaseous substance, or liquid material, this distinctive ability can only affect Isao’s upon if direct contact with the skin is made with the blade of Shōtotsu. This in retrospect, highlights the significance of the red omnipresent reiatsu that envelops his weapon when in its Shikai state.
Shōtotsu, upon inflicting a wound onto its opponents flesh will emit a Reiryoku pollutant via the crimson reiatsu that masks his weapon. Once injected, the noxious substance is entirely undetectable within the body. Quickly spreading, Isao’s now insidious toxin will make its way towards the nervous system. Once infiltrated, the toxin, with its programmed and absolute purpose of attacking the Somatic Nervous system will begin. This affect is not determined by the quality of damage, or quantity of strikes; a simple cut will suffice in terms of inoculation. However, note that the more strikes received, the more his toxin will surface in the opponent’s body.
Once the affect as set in, and taken place; the opponent’s voluntary body movement and interaction with his/her surroundings will be diluted. Reaction time will diminish; translation of one’s environment through the usage of the senses (Sight, touch, smell, etc) will become stiff, frail, and could even get to the point of termination. This dynamic plays on number of strikes, and severity of said strikes. The more accurate, or deadly an attack is, determines if more reiatsu infiltrates. Amd with such an ability inflicted with each inflicted wound, the reiatsu can accumulate and mountain.
The process of affect is near instantaneous, though effects will become palpable also immediately after being stroke. This factor however can be slightly weakened or diminished completely dependent on his opponent’s power level. As such, weaker opponents are more susceptible to falling victim to his Shikai’s ability; while stronger opponents have a better resistance to his nerve splitting power. The ability mechanically negates and disperses once Isao seals his Zanpakutō. Thus terminating the connection between the two.
His ability to influence the somatic Nervous system prevails not only due to its crippling effect; but also its intrinsic capability to stay practically undetectable within the body. However if one was attuned enough with themselves, and could notice such change in their reaction time (via mental comparisons of the past, and gauging of their opponent) they could attempt to overwhelm Isao’s pervasive power. This however, can only be accomplished if said person knows the source. Once information has been revealed and process, the struggle for control can begin. Those of high ranks would have an easier time of securing, and isolating said reaitsu, and ultimately negating its effect. While those of lower rank will have a more difficult time terminating its effect; even after finding out what happened.
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2 + Levels weaker: Completely oblivious to the fact that they’re been inflected.
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1 Level Stronger: Affected mildly, takes more strikes or a single powerful strike to reduce desired effects. Cam fight back with own Spiritual pressure over time.
2 Levels stronger: If mindful enough, can recognize they’re affected and have a better possibility of fighting back or possibly and desire more attacks to be educed successfully.[/spoiler]
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« Reply #10 on Mar 13, 2012, 11:17am » | |
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As the crimson blast of the escopeta showered down below the arrancar, the vizard used his own stepping technique to move, relocating to Cross’ right and above before the rain of bala poured down on him.
Swish…
Boom….
And then, a slash…
The released blade of the vizard swung down, taking aim at Cross’ shoulder. Indeed, he was left at a rather vulnerable position. That said, the arrancar had other options should the vizard had ways of avoiding his initial attack, something he figured was likely the case given Isao’s ability. It was rather fortunate, really, that the masked swordsman appeared above him. His blade of three feet in total length, held out by his arms, would have a reach of approximately four feet, give or take, enough to reach Cross with a good portion of the blade’s tip. But because of his diagonal positioning in reference to the hollow’s down-stretched right arm, it provided just enough space for Cross to turn his shoulder away from the blade, mere inches from damage.
Body turning in mid-air, a feat Cross is familiar with, though typically in matters of joking around as he often does with his pirouettes, his left hand moved forward with a bala, travelling just four and a half feet to its destination, shot towards the shinigami’s chest and lower abdomen area.
“Can you shunpo away from this bala?”, he asked the vizard as he continued to let his momentum carry his body backwards and away from his opponent, eyes and senses focused on his foe the entire time, his right hand ready to draw his next move out of his pocket.
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« Reply #11 on Apr 10, 2012, 5:01pm » | |
[justify]He would have been a fool to assume his attack was all but adequate. The beginning of this battle lacked all but the deficiency of energy to properly elude and escape. Being that the two stood at a echelon reached only by the elite, the Vizored was confident in his opponent’s ability to circumvent his slash, but more importantly, ready for a counter attack to come in due time .
Moving downwards, while against the current, the ability to force his weight in attempts to catch up with his moving target allowed him certain perquisites; the predator was pursuing his prey. Not allowing any other function of his body to impede his descent. The moment his blade missed, Isao sighed in content, not audible due to his mask, though mental recognition was all that he needed. The crimson red streaking through empty space as it just barely passed by the Arrancar’s frame, thorough eyes watched as the man began a rotation through momentum. Luckily, this provided a double-edged sword—favoring the Visored.
Sacrificing leverage for a quick offensive, the moment his body began to spin, Isao reached out with his free (left) hand, pushing his weight closer towards the ground. Not having the ability to grasp his right back from its release, he would focus on what he could and as Cross finally made a full rotation, his arm extended outwards only to emanate a solid sphere of Reiatsu, Isao grinned. Before it moved towards its terminus, the silver-haired Visored repositioned his body more towards his left, accompanying his arm, as such the sphere barely passed by, moving just a mere inch away from his cheek as his arm continued to rush out. Palm facing the chest of his Arrancar counterpart, fingers bent in a grasping fashion, all was apparent.
He was going for a grab.
With little room, and his former hand occupied with the release of a Bala, both were placed at an impasse, only allowed one hand. Isao however, made use and utilizing what he had attempted to reach for the fabric of his friend’s shirt. If this was to transpire appropriately, he’d waste little time, rotating his body, thusly dragging along cross which would end in a downwards toss, sending his companion into the sands below.
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« Reply #12 on Apr 10, 2012, 6:38pm » | |
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Like majestic partners gliding and turning along the dance floor, the two warriors similarly did the same. It was a dance only those of their level can perform, only those of the elite and powerful beings can even hope to execute. As Cross turned his body gracefully to avoid the blade of his opponent, Isao made a somewhat similar turn, avoiding the arrancar's counter as the bala simply whizzed past his cheek and silvery-hair.
It turns out, the vizard was skilled enough to avoid a bala from this close. As if to answer the arrancar's question with his actions as opposed to words, Isao reached forward, his momentum catching up with the arrancar as he grabbed Cross' navy-shirt. The blond continued his turning, right hand pulled from his pocket in one motion as he turned, allowing the already unbuttoned shirt from being removed.
Face to face, like dancers tangled in a synchronized turn as both moved closer towards the sand below, Cross would unleash his counter, the trick up his sleeve. In this case, his pocket, literally.
A card, reminiscent of a typical playing card was pulled out, the fluttering shirt that was removed hiding it from view. On its face, the numeral '3' was featured along with the symbols of clubs.
"Unseal, Rakurainiau!"
Five bolts of electricity would shoot from the hand that was holding the card, burning through the cloth like a lightning strike before landing on its intended target: the vizard. The technique is meant to electrocute, as well as bind. If successful, this would give Cross enough time to once again use sonido, this time appearing above Isao once more, this time, a full blast of cero raining down on the bound vizard.
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name: Rakurainiau (Lightning Strike)
number: 39
type: Binding
range: Long
incantation: Lord of the sky, hear my cry! Unleash your bolts and bind these ties!
description: Five bolts of electricity shoot out from the hand of the caster at the speed of Byakurai, electrocuting the target while binding.
description: 3 of clubs
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« Reply #13 on Apr 11, 2012, 6:30pm » | |
[justify](“Guess I can’t take you lightly, ey?”) He mused.
Looking on, the Visored complimented the efforts of his friend, though such sighs of veneration wouldn’t save him for what was to come. Noticing then hand of his opposition causally sliding from out of his pocket, the appearance of what appeared to be a card was captured in his marvels. Knowing full well only an idiot would bring triviality to the battlefield—and that Cross wasn’t such—it could only mean something dreadful. This provoked the instincts of not only his Shinigami heritage, but his Hollow influences.
Shards of sallow and crimson emerged through ruptures of reaitsu as the masked man soon took on another veil—one of marrow origins. In the same instance would his body darkened as its outline was eclipsed by sparks of blue. Subsequent the release of the blades that would have normally dealt near lethal damage to the silver-haired, Isao’s body was soon secreting waves of electricity by the second. All varying in size, shape and intensity, the sheer kernel of power enveloping the young man would blind all. The perfect masking for his grand escape.
Now standing on equal plains of power with the Arrancar, Isao ascended well over. Standing on the nape of golden sand below, looking up at the spiral of energy hitherto evoked by Cross, the new Isao watched patiently. “Didn’t think I’d have a chance to use this technique…” fists clenching tightly as the constant chirping of lightning continued to echo, the Visored, now masked with full access to his reserves awaited his opponent to turn around. “This is my Susanô-no-Mikoto,” uttered as calmly as it was imperious, bolts of pure energy rattled through the skies, shooting outwards from the still stoic conductor.
(“100% should do me fine for now… it’s still imperfect, after all””)
[spoiler]Susanô-no-Mikoto [GOD OF STORMS AND SEAS]
After watching the grace and technique of his mentor and good friend, Yoruichi, Isao was introduced to a concept of power once hidden from the world. Shunkô—the direct result of fusing Hakuda and Kidô practices to mold and develop a style of combat that would shake the very ground one stood on upon activation. While not given the exact tutelage one would need to train and ultimately master Shunkô, Isao was educated enough in lecture and surreptitious practices of his own devices to compose a style similar, though unique to his own person. Having analyzed it through self-installation and exercise, he has come to the conclusion that only a master of both the reiatsu application and hand-to-hand combat could ever effectively use this style.
To utilize this technique, the user first must understand the two main components that make it possible. Attaining unrivaled mastery with Kidô and correspondingly, become a threat with the physical arts, Hakuda. Learning to mold, craft, and exert your reiatsu, the castor, being Isao will generate energy for a stimuli. Forcing the power through his body, his sensory and motor functions will be elevated drastically. This becomes more viable given the unique ability of his Zanpkautô, which he has great understanding of. The end result from this influx of power to his body’s central and peripheral nervous system, is a “Super solider”, in which all of Isao’s bodily, and energy-based attacks are strengthened.
Do to the nature of this transformation, and the element closely linked to such an augment, being lightning and electricity, Isao’s frame will be enveloped in the element’s grasp. Electricity dancing around his person, coiling his arms, legs, and torso, creating a protective barrier that can even electrocute when contact is made with an opposition. Along with speed, strength, durability, and reflexes, this fighting style was comprised with a series of techniques to better allocate Isao’s new found strength into more concrete, and decisive moves for utilization. Kidô become more responsive, and assault with stronger force, and Isao’s becomes a tyrant in close quarters, which he can close large gaps of space swifter. Another perk of this ascendance grants Isao the ability to freely generate and manipulate electrical reaitsu and mold it into anything he wants. The scale of energy needed varies between a Kidô consumption cost of 10 which can elevate to 99, depending on the structure he makes.
With such power however comes a great disadvantage. Unlike the external body, which can be strengthened and hardened through training, internal structures don’t have the luxury. Such an overload of reiryoku and electricity places quite the strain on Isao’s organs, and as such this form can only be sustained for a concise period of time, and this variable can’t be altered. If the limit is surpassed, extensive damage can be dealt to his organs, and if instant medical attention is gained, the damage become permanent, or even fatal. As such, Isao considers this the “imperfect” version to his master’s “perfect” technique. The inferior of the two.
Strength/ Strain chart:
[Augmentation applies to Strength, speed, reflexives, and processing,]based on a percentage scale. Time intervals don’t reset, and when boosting the output, not only does the post limit subtract from the total, but the difference in energy output is subtracted from the user’s total reserves. I.E: Skipping from the 50% increase to the 300% will automatically drop the duration from 14 posts to 4, and the difference in strength between a level 99 Kidō and 40 will be deducted from the user’s energy. The user can only increase the level of this technique ONCE per usage. And this technique can only be used ONCE per thread.]
Increase → Post limit → Kidō drain equivalent →
50% Increase → 14 Posts → Lv.40
100% Increase → 12 Posts → Lv.50
150% Increase → 10 Posts → Lv.60
200% Increase → 8 Posts → Lv.70
250% Increase → 6 Posts → Lv.80
300% Increase → 4 Posts → Lv.99 [/spoiler]
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« Reply #14 on Apr 12, 2012, 1:46pm » | |
Feb 14, 2012, 2:48am, Gramps wrote:
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The crimson energy, the trademark technique of the denizens of Hueco Mundo, erupted from Cross' hand, like a powerful shower of energy pouring down below. On the other side, the vizard would grant the arrancar the honor of showing his true power, revealing his hollow mask, along with it screeching thunder and lightning emanating from him.
Susanô-no-Mikoto...
That's what Isao called his technique, this shroud of electricity that is covering him. The name is filled with grandeur, "God of Storms and Seas". What is yet to be known, is its capabilities.
That is, how will it protect the masked man from the ball of energy blasting from above? Does it have armor like properties? Or will it simply enhance his speed, allowing him to dodge it from short distance. Regardless, Cross could not wait to see what else his comrade has in store.
The power of a shinigami, boosted by the ability of a hollow within him, it really does seem like an impeccable difference, so much so that Cross can feel the gap that Isao crossed simply by donning his mask. This polar similarity of a vizard to him, this is not one that has been lost on Cross. These shinigami can harness the hollow within them.
Does that mean that I can do the same? Materialize my shinigami ability hidden within me?
As he looked down, waiting to see what the result of his last attack would be on the lightning-clad warrior below him, Cross would take out a scroll from his back pocket.
Isao had done him the favor of revealing a fascinating power, and if this Susanô-no-Mikoto is powerful enough to shield him from the blast of a Cero, then chances are Cross will need to use his own custom technique to keep up with the vizard.
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