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Explosive Firepower [SOLO/SHIKAI]
Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:48 am
Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 1445
Crack and snap. One of his fingers was bent downwards, cracking it with a clear sound across the silent room that a young man was resting in. It was the 8th Division barracks, and with no one around the Gotei 13 today since there were some warriors willing to go through their way in intervening with a certain demon's assault against the Soul Society. As much as he wants to keep his dedication and name as a shinigami in Gotei 13, he wasn't as stupid as the rest knowing that his power was not enough to fight someone beyond his level and take risks wihout knowing the reason. The weather was cool today, to say that it was neither hot or cold, but a temperature enough for him to not drop a sweat despite covering under a thick clothing akin to that of a mad scientist's, but nobody will never understand the value of such style he had created, with clear stripes of violet and unique symbol that solely centers around himself, it was to show that this clothing is only his and himself alone wihout being the same clothing as the rest of the shinigamis, an unamusing robe that seemed empty and wihout any purpose, as if it is lost wihout its master. This is definitely a boring clothing for a shinigami to even wear, truly.
The young man had shown his face fairly clear in the room as well, wihout anyone looking, he was able to keep himself comfortable wihout the hood always keeping his face in check wihout anyone knowing what he truly looks like, for the sake of appearances and confining his own looks in order to stay out of trouble from security cameras and possible eye witnesses, but the only thing that gave off too much attention was his clothing, at the least to say about it. With a soft, white hair flowing down from his head, almost making sure his face was blocked away by the likes of his own hair to the length of his neck, and stays inbetween his eyes. It was obviously Hisao Yazaki, a mark across his left eye of a glowing thunder-like stripe across his eye, it may be the side effect of the cyberbrain that was given to him as a child in Rukongai. A cruel project, it seems. Life works either way as long as you weren't truly dead from the face of existence, but it would never change the fact that its cruel, and even in Heaven, darkness resides somewhere in the dark side of Soul Society, its just that nobody takes their time to notice its existence, except for very few people.
Re-enacting during his time against the likes of Tamari and another person called Chikan? They were both humans, one who self-proclaimed herself being one and another one being too.. overconfident on her own abilities just because she just entered a state much higher from the first stage of Soul Evolution, which was million times more pitiful he could ever thought of when she thought it can corner his plans so easily over the difference in power, a difference so small that it would be the size of a non-existing atom. However, what truly dwells in the mind of the young man was the first appearance of his Zanpakutō spirit, with the willingness to lend him her powers by temporarily unlocking his shikai, only a very small portion of its abilities, was enough for him to wield it effectively due to his abilities of wielding firearms and using projectile-based attacks, giving him a further advantage even against beings who excels in melee combat under no more than an advanced or adept level of melee combat. He is a monster in these areas of firearms and weapons, and by 'monster', means that fighting him in a ranged combat would feel like a breeze to him by using possibilities, coordination, calculations and putting up his own theories to devise a formula enough to use his victims like chess pieces.
Stretching himself from his own comfy bed, it seems that he had nothing else to do, than to nevertheless spend his good ol' time in meeting his Zanpakutō spirit again, and this time? It won't be the same as lending powers to one and another. He will gain the shikai, wield it and master it like his own body and soul, until everyone would kneel down against his power. Well, what really spreads the rumor was his Zanpakutō, considering that he had met his Zanpakutō spirit and even as far as achieving shikai for a set amount of time thanks to the communication and their odd similarities between them, but truly, nobody knows the true form of his sealed Zanpakutō that hides behind his very jacket that almost remains a mystery of what's inside, but what he knows, is that there is a Zanpakutō behind his back, around the waist where it resides. There was so much time to think, but there ain't much time to spend as well, better at most, use those time to give his Zanpakutō spirit a good little spar to begin with. Rather than trying to pull his Zanpakutō, instead, he laid down to his own bed again, eyes shut close before beginning to dwell into the world of his Zanpakutō spirit. Feeling its shape, form and the existence of the blade, by tapping his senses into the spiritual energy of his Zanpakutō, it would be an easy attempt to form his entire being into the inner world of his Zanpakutō spirit, something that he was able to witness for the first time, and the power that will be achieved soon then after they meet.
The world was rather.. empty, if he were to describe it. His mind that dwelled deep into the inner world of his Zanpakutō, only to find himself in an abyss, a darkness that shrouds across each and every corner of the world itself before the floor became nothing more than a pool of pure red blood with an endless landscape that stretches forever, and the sky? There was never a moon or stars for you to look at, than pure darkness that keeps the sky looks eerie and empty, with nothing to occupy the empty space above the skies, it was very apart of the embodiment of his own personality, and his Zanpakutō spirit's. The only person that appears than himself was just like the reflection of himself, but opposite in gender and height-wise, his Zanpakutō spirit was fairly short, well, much shorter than his height and can be depicted as a child due to how she looks herself, with yellow dye on the end of her bangs and a face of a child that holds a confident smirk on her bare lips. A white trench coat that covers over her head and flows down behind her back to the length of her legs, much like Hisao, she keeps her appearance a little shady, but more revealing than outright hiding her own face like Hisao does with his hooded jacket. The only difference between their clothing, is that the female's clothing stands out more of a loli-goth's clothing, rather than having the same design as he does, however, it does manifest from his desire of revenge due to the effects of his past, hence why his Zanpakutō spirit held an appearance of a child's because of his emotional state that he went through during the project in his childhood.
Clicking his tongue, Hisao wouldn't be standing there in silence with his eyes staring off into space, only to utter out one simple question from his mind, something that he wanted to know after her first appearance in this godforsaken world, the day when his bare hands took the blades and blazing guns on the bloodied palm of his hands.
"Looks like we got through each other, kid. You wouldn't be bothered giving me your name before we blast each other to smithereens as you wanted, right?
Taking a few steps back, it seems that his Nasods had manifested its form to the inner world as well, that it may be due to the connection between the Nasods and his cyberbrain that created a 'link' where these mechanized weapons would construct itself into this world, a surprising fact at the least to him. His face grinned back to the likes of his Zanpakutō spirit, showing a much similar smile that regards the entertainment that they were about to have, the anticipation of destruction, whether to win or lose, gaining the power would only be either the chosen path, the destruction or the.. 'peace-keeping', it seems to be the case itself.
Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 651
Time had clicked, clocked, and turned itself in circles when every second passes, that each atom makes its movement. Sitting in the great abyss of the empty world lies no one than one's inner world, well, Hisao's inner world, a place where every Zanpakutō spirit manifests their own type of world according to the behaviour of either parties, the owner or the spirit itself to create the world they so wished for, and this empty world represented the empty heart of the wielder, Hisao, while her own appearance represents the drives that Hisao had always kept within his soul, the revenge. The pool of blood was the insanity he went through, the bloodbath he had witnessed with his bare eyes in his childhood, the blood of childrens, a nightmare that simply haunts his soul for eternity, fear that creeps his spine ever so long in such a cruel world. It had nothing more than scrubs of the world that had manifested a being in this world from the owner's desires, the spirit itself that resides within Hisao's blade, sharp edges that shines from the light, lies a female, a child that stood out among the shadow.
White trench coat that goes over his head and flows down gracefully behind her, a loli-goth clothing that makes it seem inappropriate for her age, but her appearance fits into the category of what she wears, a grin that seems to smile endlessly and brings fear to the weak-willed, a shinigami's Zanpakutō spirit. Long, black hair that flows down in a straight form with no curls ever to be seen even in a strand of her hair, the end of her bangs would be dyed with yellow, for no such reason. To be fair, her name was enough to be called as 'Kushiro Umi', or if the name had a meaning, according to Hisao, its meaning would be the Sea of Black & White. However, its actual meaning is unknown. Because of her long name, she was either called 'Umi', or 'Shi', for short to make her name much simpler to call out when needed, however, these nicknames given doesn't really give her much comfortability than the feeling of being shortened of everything, her height and even name, makes her feel pretty much mocked either way, however, that was not the case right now.
A common face, a commoner, her owner who finally made its first step of being a shinigami into her inner world, manifesting its physical form and soul before standing right before his short stature. It was Hisao Yazaki, the details of his appearance never gave her the wrong perception to know that he really was her owner. Since she had asked for a fight to truly 'gain what he wants' after that momentary of attaining his shikai for a short amount of time, it seems that promises were fulfilled from that time. Grinning at Hisao's appearance and courage to even ask for her name and later for a good bloodbath, Umi seems to be rather taken interest into her owner, Hisao. It would be the first time to gauge his abilities, right here and right now, and not to mention, directly. She wouldn't hesitate to make her reply to him, but a little mockery as a side dish to see how tolerant he really was.
"Name? Its Kushiro Umi, pleased to meet you. I wouldn't want to be called as a kid, Owner-san. I'll let you have the first hit as a little greeting for our first reunion here, of course, after you have given me your name to know how you are doing too."
It was.. some serious bet placed there, but considering the capabilities between both of them, things would get a little on the board of what she wanted in the result between their relationship in this bloodied fight. On is on, because it would be the time to click the time.