Iriko Crow The Dragon of the North, Seiryuu The point flew at Tsubasa, hit him directly.. And he completely and utterly misunderstood it. Apparently all he can do is say 'nuh uh, you are!' in return… The male mentally sighed; honestly, he was becoming disappointed at this juncture. "Machine's fill a purpose as part of a system. I, as you so cleverly deduced, lack a purpose… Which means that I am here for only my emotions, something a machine could never possess. My staying here is completely illogical; you are confusing presence with actions. A machine performs actions; an object remains. I may be a strange object, but an object cannot have a mind." He told Tsubasa simply in reply, his head looking slightly upwards as the Hadō dropped on him.
However, as it approached the bubble, something extremely strange happened. The attacks… stopped. Once they touched the bubble, it was as if they were resting against it; becoming orbs of light, completely tranquil. And slowly, they shrank, descending into the bubble as out of its base emerged two large, basketball sized bubbles, each filled with an impressive white light. As he looked at Tsubasa, Iriko wondered if the man think he would fail to notice something so obvious; after all, he was merely sitting here in one place. All that he COULD do was observe… so he did it at the highest level possible. It, to him, was only logical.
It was his kido; could Tsubasa not expect him to know its makeup intrinsically? There were reasons he could place kido into bubbles; his studies of Hadō, not only how to cast but their very MAKE-UP, were at a level that he had never seen anyone else match. His abilities rendered most Hadō against him useless when he desired on it and focused upon it; all he needed was time. With the one that was reflected, he had both time and forewarning. It was an ample combination that made this not only predictable, but to him laughable that Tsubasa would think such a thing would work. "Tell me, "captain", what do you think that would do? Do you fear your lightning bolts?" He asked Tsubasa, looking at him with now very serious eyes. "Taking things that aren't yours… what strength do you even have?" He asked honestly, clearly not in a good mood in the very least. "You're right. But see, you don't even try." He told the male before him as he observed Tsubasa's reitatsu beginning to change… yawning.
"Oh… shunko of the blade, is it…? How unexpected, lightning user who manipulates Hadō and blades using Shunko…" He breathed out, truly feeling almost as if he were bored with the current state of affairs. "Again with the future. What does it take to get through that thick skull of yours?" Iriko questioned Tsubasa, "You think that I would listen to the words of a scientist on my emotional state?" He asked the male before him, taking out the bubble blower, his facial expression changing completely to one of distaste. "Do you think I don't know that, Unabara? Do you consider me retarded? Honestly, tell me." He asked the male before him, his hackles metaphorically raising. "Oh but of course, you just said earlier you have no idea my motivations. Then in what universe," He questioned, standing within his bubble at last. "does it seem that you can talk of my inner psyche. If you come up with anything groundbreaking, I will let you know; but all you're spouting is the same garbage that's flowed through my mind through the last four hundred years." He continued to stare at Tsubasa; making no noises of aggression, just staring at him.
"…" The eyes that Tsubasa looked at him with; they infuriated the male. It did not infuriate him that he was scared of Tsubasa's mindset. It did not infuriate him that he was being tested in this manner. It did not even infuriate him that Tsubasa made those comments. It was that the male before him was not telling him his mind. The reaction he felt towards this was intrinsic and powerful. "Do you honestly want to know, Unabara?" He asked, staring Tsubasa down. Not even the shunko that was ripping and roaring around them caused him to flinch in the slightest; not even when it took a chunk out of his arm. "Do you honestly want to know what I desire? Do you think I don't want to know? But you know what," He asked the male, as his aura began to grow. Strange things were happening; the shunko near Iriko's body was calming, the rays of electricity… settling down almost, diminishing in force and speed.
"It's probably because I locked them away a long time ago. I wonder why I might have done that." He commented as his blade struck out, the bubble impacting with a line of shunko energy as it flew inside of the bubble and while in there, eventually disappeared. "True loneliness… when you have one line and it is snapped, when it is broken, when it is discarded…" He uttered as he began to approach the male, the very wind around them beginning to increase, the platform of bubble high in the sky beginning to shake and quiver slightly as reiatsu began to be absorbed at an exponentially greater rate, the look on Iriko's face…. Outright terrifying.
"Unabara… How are you able to obsess over something that I don't let out?" He asked as he looked at Tsubasa, finding no recess there. As he looked at Tsubasa, looking at him once again with those thoughts; those thoughts that he would not share. His body wore no haori; he wore only his blue garment and sandals. As the male performed shunpo, Iriko knew that the time for talk had apparently ended… and the male had not listened, not heard a thing that he had said. This man is a dangerous fool. Was the only thought that went through Iriko's mind as one of his blades of bubbles appeared at his back by default, Iriko merely looking straight ahead. A one trick horse, always attacking the opponent from the back. The thoughts went through the poets mind as he looked around him at the black coffin, his eyes locking onto Tsubasa's as at last the coffin began to close around him. There was nothing in that look; it was powerful for the sheer intent of being powerful; that was its only discernable attribute. As the coffin closed around his body, Iriko sighed, a bubble expanding around his body as he began to relax inside of the box.
The blades rained down alright. They pierced at the bubble, trying to pop it from every side, attempting to damage and tarnish it in any way that it could. Iriko looked down at his hands, tears beginning to form around his eyes. Why the hell am I crying…? I'm not crying… for me…. He reflected, knowing that he had lost all of his tears for himself a long time ago. As he heard Tsubasa's words ring through the air, he finally had had enough, roaring within the Hadō. Maybe Tsubasa had noticed it by now… maybe not. However, it had begun to rain; all around their bodies, the rain had slowly developed. Now, it was coming down in absolute torrents, a monsoon having formed within Iriko's spiritual pressure that was not able to be identified due to its strange nature. Finally, a cracking noise could be heard, and from within the Hadō he plunged his blade forwards, the box becoming cleaved in half as the pieces descended, turning into dust as the male faced the Hadō before him…
Which was quickly met and overwhelmed with a Hadō that far surpassed it in power, roaring as it flew towards Tsubasa, overwhelming his own kido and dragging it along for the ride as it crashed into where Tsubasa was standing, decimating the scenery around his body and even conflicting with the shunko that he wielded if it came into contact. "I… am angry." He said simply as he lifted his head up, strange antennae growing out of his head as Tsubasa would be overcome with the need to gag; Iriko's aura had become activated. "Because you are so, so blind." He announced as he threw his head forwards, slime POURING out of his mouth as a massive torrent of the stuff began to flow around the area, two feet of the stuff covering the ground in next to an instant, Iriko laying on his hands and knees as he lay within the slime, his back overturned as it began to flow over his body, his eyes locking onto the sky above.
"You want to grab my hand and force me to do what you want. That’s not purpose; that's slavery. You know why Aizen wanted to destroy the Gotei 13…? I think it was probably because he was lonely, and he never talked with anyone. Tsubasa… You have no idea, because you will not listen. My purpose is simple: don't get consumed by the darkness…" He uttered, as at last he sat up in the slime, bubbles beginning to rise slowly out of it as Iriko breathed in and out. "But you refuse to acknowledge that and can't even see that you are refusing… You want everything to be easy. You want me to have some simple answer… 'oh, I love this man', 'oh, I want to improve', 'oh, I want to fight for my friends', 'oh, I want to lead', 'oh, I want power'…" He remarked, as a spectacular show began to happen; Hadō began to pop from the bubbles. All around Tsubasa's body, flames of blue, red, and yellow shot out as more than twenty Hadō shot at his body from all directions, massive hailstorms of fire shooting at him among the torrent of water.
While this assault occurred, the massive construct up high began to glow, firing down two more rounds of 88 as it stormed down onto where Tsubasa was standing. Each of these attacks was more than enough to level a good sized building; Iriko's Shikai was in full effect, and his monsoon of reiatsu was quite frankly not much to laugh at as he turned the battlefield into a veritable exploding swamp. "I don't, want, anything from anyone else. The only thing I want is from myself. There is nothing for you to satisfy; there is no niche that I require others in. My works I pour my soul into. If you had ever bothered to read them, you would find my mind…" He breathed out as he rose slightly in the slime, looking at Tsubasa as the slime began to flow around him, rising up and attempting to cocoon him as the Shunko's blade and other Hadō would be diverted, the slime flowing around their spiritual particles as they would slip through or corrode through the cracks, using the special slime property of acid. Once there, the slime would begin to freeze over, trapping Tsubasa's reiatsu around him from every angle, and it just did not stop, the torrent that was soaking out passively from Iriko's body refueling the areas that were used up in this task.
"But there is nothing; this talk is only things I have already known, have already explored, and you refuse me entrance in examining your own. What point is there, if you will not even look to me as an equal? What point is there if you keep out the one you wish to bond with from your thoughts. You say one thing and do another; hypocrisy. Your goal is impossible as long as you keep that up." He continued explaining to the male as from the slime, bubbles began to form. Bubbles penetrating towards Tsubasa, forming as rigid and sharp as his sealed zanpaktou as they sliced through reiatsu and reishi, attempting to pin his blade and puncture his body from several directions at once as more than thirty of the things formed around him, Iriko's body slowly rising into a sitting position. "That is the only reason why I would feel any negativity towards you; because that is what the one who made me this way did. To say one thing, say it over and over… and completely do the opposite…" He uttered, his eyes beginning to twitch as the slime flowed down his face, his mouth finally opening as a bubble flowed out of it, white in color before Iriko's body.
"...JUST MAKES THE CUTS HURT WORSE!!" A shrill roar suddenly left his windpipe, like a wounded animal, desperate and fighting the best that it could as the bubble broke… and out of it emerged an absolutely GIGANTIC pillar of flame. The blade of flame roared out, cutting across the slime as the skyscraper high weapon slammed into where Tsubasa's body was, Iriko's right pinky toe vanishing into dust for a moment before it was smoothly replaced with slime, the gigantic forbidden Hadō launching at Tsubasa as smoke rose from the slime around Iriko's mouth. "I will never become a danger to the Gotei… But you can't even believe that. That, Unabara, is why you are unfit to be a captain commander. You don’t actually trust those who go through hell and return; for what you want and what you see, yes, I most certainly am a robot, and that opinion is outright damnable." He finished, having no poetry for this; the situation was too grievous, even for the Walt Whitman of the Gotei 13.
"You are a fool if you believe silence to help. Silence will only do one thing; cement in me the need to protect my squad from your careless designs. How am I supposed to learn your mind when my words fall on deaf ears, never to resonate back to me again?" |
Core Elements Devised by Aivee |