~Ice And Fun~ (Open To All; Please Keep Posting Order)

(OOC: DAMMIT CHAOZ. DON'T MAKE ME SAD. D:<)


As the turtle flew away and Rihiku lay down to die or whatever, a long blade appeared from above Rihiku's head and ended up touching the side of his neck. Kirio had used a Kidou, more specifically Bakudou 26, Kyokko. Kyokko hid a user's spiritual prescense and hid themselves from view. It's easy to do, if you know your Kidou. Either way, Kirio had done this because if one of them ever revealed their weak spot, she'd be able to appear and then attack. Of course, one of them did.

"Hey....you said your name was Hitsugaya, right? You must be the infamous relative of Toshi. Anyway! I, Kirio Hikifune, Member of Zero Division hereby place you under arrest for many charges that I will have the Second Division's detainer read to you. If you do not comply, I will be forced to terminate you." Kirio looked down upon this man. She had no idea what was going on, but he betrayed the Espada Leader. She knew what it meant to betray someone close to her...but she shook it off, not wanting to bring up old memories. In an instant, she glanced over to Shirou and Yoko, not caring about Senorn. In that glance, she saw someone that reminded her of a warning Midori told her.

"If you see a man in a red trenchcoat with dark skin and white hair...don't fight him. He's either a creeper or he's a legend within the Sugiura Clan. The legend states that there was once a man who could copy any weapon he came in contact with and he could destroy people with their own Sacreds...I have a feeling that it goes along with Zanpakutou as well...be careful when confronting him, alright?"

Well, there was the man. White hair and a red trenchcoat. He was....harrassing or lecturing the red-haired young man. Kirio looked over at him with a look that would make the A Team cower in fear. And with that look, she spoke calmly to him. "Hey...you with the red overcoat. You're that guy from the Sugiura Legends, right? Well, if so....stay out of my job and I will stay out of yours." Kirio did not know how he would respond, she hoped it would be a good one....since she couldn't leave the downed Espada Guard alone. She sent up a Hell Butterfly, saying that the Second Division needed to send some detainers to capture him.^[1]

[1]Unless something major happens, I will be bringing in a squad of 5 nameless 2nd Division members to begin apprehending Rihiku.

(Time Section 5)

(Yoko) “STOP!”

(Koichi) “HANAKO, DON’T SHOOT AT HIM! HE’S A NOBLEMEN OF OUR CLAN! STOP!”

Hanako heard that word after that shot she made at the maniac, in an instant, she saw Koichi appearing between her and the maniac nobleman. Things get more confusing for Hanako now that Koichi revealed that. Hanako fell to her knees in utter absence of any emotional voice.

(Yoko) “J-just what in the world is she thinking!? Why would you do that, human!?”

(Koichi) “That’s an important figure in my clan, why did you try to shoot him, Curvy Lady!? Now you’re gonna get my family deep shit since I was trying to avoid bringing attention to myself here!”

Important? Clan? Things are new to her and with everything going on, everything was eerily silent except for the girl’s and Koichi’s voice ringing into her ears. Hanako’s eyes were widened as her heart was racing. She was trying to do the right thing, but she caused harm in the process...what was her justification in all this? She shot someone who should have been her ally without thinking or asking. Her heart races, her throat tightens, she felt like her father and she was scared of that feeling. She wanted to forget that feeling and get to what is needed to be done...THE MAN WITH THE DOG! She forgot about him!

While Koichi and Senorn was conversing...

(Hanako) “I’ll check the last survivor here.”

Having reset her priorities in saving civilian, she ran to the man with the dog and leaving the safety of Koichi’s shield. (10) When Hanako arrived to check the man, the dog looks rugged while the man is rough looking. Typical for a survivor, but something...it could not be an enemy in disguise; the other bad guys are not willing to put themselves at this risk. The dog looks sick to Hanako and the man could be injured or dead.

(Hanako) “Sir? Are you alright?”

(5) Like it is a cue, the dog jumped onto its feet and looks like it went into a feral rage. It shook around before its head literally splits vertically down the middle of its face. The split was jagged as it goes down to its shoulders.


The mutant dog rushed to the group behind Hanako and Hanako thought it was going for them.

(Hanako) “GUYS! WATCH OUT! IT’S INFECTED! PROTECT THE SURVIVORS!”

The dog ran through the group at a feral haste as if it is going for someone else...the survivors! Since it is running at wild zigzags, it would be a challenge for the group to take on without exhausting themselves further. After a while, Hanako stayed by the man so if the dog is heading back to him, she can stop it before it gets to him. (9) She watched the group, but someone strong wrapped its arm around her body while at the same time covering her mouth with a damp cloth that smelled funny. Hanako struggled while her vision begins to blur. Hanako feels her body becoming less responsive and more floppy. Without any control over her body, she felt carried by someone into somewhere dark. By the breeze, the person is quite athletic and everything goes dark.

[Archer, the nameless Hero]

Archers movement was so fast for a moment that it seemed like a blur. His head and body turned slightly backwards, and the steel colored orbs flashed for a moment as they were laid upon the sword of the Shinigami trying to stop his duty. Normally, he would've just killed her - but the Kuchiki Clan could be a pain in his ass if they wanted to be. After all, he was no almighty person or immortal - he was just damn strong for his kind. So he would just stop her attack.
"Trace, On." Saying his magic filled words a second time, his spirit rushed through his eyes and over the blade. He saw it all - the material, the spirit of the Kuchiki. The story of obtaining the blade, the dwelling history, the imminent future. His eyes scanned the weapon so fast that it didn't even take a fourth of a second - and then, in his left hand, a perfect looking copy appeared, and slashed downwards.
Normally, a copy was always weaker than the original. However, the Kuchiki was weakened - the Reiatsu he gave to her was rather weak, and even keeping her release stable should be very hard. Out of his slashing blade, ice shards were released, just as many as she used. Only a few inches away from his body, the ice shards clashed, not a single one missed - his weaker ice shards could still block the originals thanks to the grave difference in the current densety of spiritual power inside of them. That he was able to hit every single shard was not only a showing of his skill to adapt to each new weapon in a flash, but also his intense accuracy. Fighting Archer at range was not easy.
"Girl, just let him continue. Shirou will die if he continues to fight like he is now, you know? He doesn't understand his own powers, and unless he does that, his death will be brutal and swift. If Archer wanted Shirou dead, he would've killed him the moment we arrived." It was Rin who was now speaking with a slightly bored and scolding tone. "Believe in your elders, will you?" Rin was sounding like her usual high-and-mighty played self.

However, Archer himself already didn't look at the Shinigami anymore. The copied blade in his hand broke down into shards and disappeared - it took time to trace a weapon for longer, a time he didn't have when blocking this attack just now. At the side of his mind, his eyes noticed the flying sword - but it wasn't an attack. So his eyes simply stayed on Shirou, his expression not all taunting and disgusted anymore. His own blood reacted similliar to Shirous, but he was not victim to any pain through it. However, as Shirou was watching the memories of the hero, he was also taken back.
"Did you see it? What awaits you at the end of all dreams?" Were the cold words of Archer, as Shirou was breaking down onto one knee. "How... weak. You've only seen an image of the past, and that's already enough to knock you out." With a swift strike, his sword was send down - but not on the weakened descendant of his line, but on the copied Emperors Blade. His own traced one broke the steel of Shirous copy without diffculty, only sustaining minimal damage.
"Unless you learn what is the most important, your weapons will never be of any use. Look at what is behind material and creation, the thing that gives a blade a soul." Why was Archer helping Shirou in the first place? It was easy. He would force Shirou to be stronger, until he reached the peak - and then break his will to be a hero forever.
"If you want to turn back now, do it! Stop chasing a dream you will never achieve! If you keep on going, only pain and regret await you. Nobody will thank you at the end of it! You'll die alone, with hands that can never hold anything ever again! What is your answer, Emiya Shirou?! Will you fight and see what lies beyond, and shatter your dreams to keep on going forever, or will you turn back? Answer me, boy!" Archers voice was rising up louder and louder, as he looked down on the enemy. The red coated man with the tanned skin awaited his answer while the Shinigami that was hiding before started aprehending Rihiku. His eyes and hers met for a split second, both with expressions that could make a grown man shit his pants and run away screaming for his mommy.
"Don't worry, Shinigami. I won't meddle in your afairs, I'm not interested in that." As he said that, Archer heard screaming. Great, now some stupid mutated dog was trying to mess up his 'training' for Shirou, too? As he whirled around himself, ten swords appeared above him, all different shapes and kinds - a scimitar, a knights sword, two long daggers, a saw-like blade, and others. On a simple command of his mind, the ten pieces of sharp metal flew through the air at a crazy speed, aimed for the 'infected' dog. He wasn't really aiming to protect the innocent humans, the times when he sacrificed his own body to protect were long since over. In order to force an answer out of Shirou, Archer concentrated on another memory of himself, knowing that their blood connection would arise a vision in the mind of the young Emiya.

The memory was rushing through him. He was racing towards the village. Otoyas face when he told him what he intended to do. How he betrayed Archers ideals. Archer beating him down. The gates opening. Blades clashing. The Gates of Babylon against Unlimited Blade Works. Archer falling when he tried to protect his friends. Everyone around him dead. Rin, pierced by swords, besides his own battered body, made out of blades.
My body... is made out of swords. Alone... I face the end... This is... what lies... at... ...y... dr...eam...end...

While Archer was focused on 'tormenting' his student, at least that was what it looked like, Rins eyes shifted to Hanako, and she let out a small sigh. Her eyes wandered to the wolf like Iramasha.
"Go after her, boy. This is your story, after all."