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The Reaper's New Chapter
Wed Mar 15, 2017 8:08 pm
Song: A Soul as Red as a Ground Cherry By: Demetori - Word Count: 578
Long had passed since anyone had heard of Poliro Tensol. Approximately nearly a year. Last sighted on the remnants of the Chaos Island area, not long after he dropped out of the Vizard Corps, no one really knew what happened to him. He wasn't confirmed dead as his presence of powerful reiatsu was reported across the globe, as he travelled. This presence was mainly reported in Kurakura Forest but today's scene sees us in a South American desert - Deserts are not a natural occurrence in this area, so what could have caused a forest to change here? Given the powers that inhabit the world today, the world was likely terraformed by select individuals with the power to cause destruction/changes to the environment.
Within this odd desert of South America, the flame reaper Poliro Tensol was present, simply walking through with a calm aura. Even while he was calm, if anyone was present in this wasteland, his reiatsu would still feel powerful and he didn't really try to mask his presence or suppress himself, something he always felt too lazy to really do. He had a fair bit of facial hair, seeming quite rugged in a way but he was wearing a long black coat that went down to his feet and covered his shirt while wearing black jeans - a predictable set of clothes for the reaper and despite him very isolated for 11 months approximately, the clothes appeared as clean as ever.
He had a lot of time to think. In his last conversation to an old friend of his, namely Azure Iramasha he talked of not having purpose. Poliro had all the power in the world to fight for a cause but had trouble finding a reason to utilize it. For now, he was a freelancer but always eered towards caring about the Earth and maintaining peace - it was his job under his wife, who used to be his captain several years ago in the Gotei. While had hadn't lost heart in the cause of fighting for good, he never liked having to work under someone in an organisation and preferred to be his own boss. Poliro was currently travelling the world to find a purpose, his end goal. Sitting around in Kurakura Forest wouldn't help him with that objective.
Poliro, observing his surroundings as he took his walk, noted having a desert in this area wasn't particularly natural, so was it manmade? With nothing better to do, such questions particularly aroused his curiosity as it'd give him something to care about. He began to sense out the area around him and he could feel a presence. Someone was here in his area, so he began moving towards where he could feel this presence.
The endless quest for purpose is a journey many people face in their lifetimes - some never find it while some do. Poliro has all the time to find it, so its surely just a matter of time. With the weight of the past finally beginning to fade, deep down he hoped to be a positive infulence on the world. Its what Ayane would have wanted from him, after all. He always remembered her and without her, Poliro could not envision what would have happened to him. Despite the losses he has suffered, the crushing defeats, it has only helped him become stronger and help him discover his true inner power.
Today marks the beginning of the Flame Reaper's new chapter in his story.
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Wed Mar 15, 2017 9:32 pm
One by one many explosions could be heard going off. The waves of these blasts continued to fill the desert. Yet, at the source of these Explosions could be seen a Young shinigami exhausted and pushing themselves to further improve. Visible burn marks and tattered clothing could be seen. As the shinigami fell to the ground after each he had flashes of memories return every time, memories he expected to stay back. The reason he was here, the Goal he desired and the changes that had occurred. These were all flooding to him. Yet, to him a flood of memories was normal he had experienced things like this all his life.
Yet, as he struggled to push himself back up he could only think of the memories of the past, without them he would not be where he now. Both in a literal and a metaphoric state of speaking. This desert Held a lot of meaning For yoma as where this was changed his life. Being the place that a wondering and rogue shinigami encountered a member of the monsuta which began his life as a member of that very same organization. Within this desert Yoma had a spar which resulted in the destruction of his own zanpakuto.
This resulted in Yoma’s current quest to rediscover himself in order to once again understand why his zanpakuto won’t restore itself. Yoma once the troublemaker and fool of the gotei left due to a variety of reasons but at the core of it felt that he was nothing more than a tool for them to use and pick at as they pleased. Yoma held no bad blood towards the Gotei but when he returned to rediscover the purpose of a shinigami had felt a sense that he didn’t belong. Yet, he still longed for questions and the challenge became much more difficult. With the departure of Stefan soan from the monsuta and the monsuta rapidly changing Yoma was left confused.
This desert was no longer Considered monsuta territory yet he found a fondness to it and made this place somewhere he could hide away from the world. A place he could lose control and not cause harm. He had started working on copying what he saw so many times spying on stefan. He wanted to learn and obtain a similar style to his but struggled to replicate it. As his power continued going of in the desert Yoma power continued to backfire and behave erratically. He knew he wasn’t fighting this alone. Someone else inside of him was pushing and toughing out this long challenge, His other Half was fighting as well. Yet, unlike most occasions he was not fighting against Yoma but alongside him. both were fighting the same battle and for the same cause.
At this moment the two were fighting together they were as if they were completely synced as one, they needed no words among them they could understand each other. Even as their power refused to behave properly tossing his body around these enormous desert. He could only use his power up to a certain level before it started acting up. This only began happening after his zanpakuto broke. Yoma knew that his zanpakuto was connected to him in a way that he didn’t know. Yet, he hated his own weaknesses brought on by His dissociative identity disorder he had lost the memories of his days at the academy and wished he could reobtain them.
Before he knew it he had realized he was in an area that he wasn’t familiar with in the desert, this area still had cactus growing in it. Yoma was sure he happened to destroy them with his countless training attempts to mimic stefan. What more he spotted someone walking towards him. He did not recognize them and Yoma was unsure if they were friend or foe. He readied for combat but proceeded carefully towards the man. The man was wearing black jeans and a coat in the heat of the desert. Yoma was curious how stupid he could be but then thought how he himself was wearing jeans and a layered shirt and armor on top of that so he had no room to talk.
“Hey who are you? What are you doing here? If you're lost i recommend retracing your steps. I do it but often end up more lost then i began.”
Yoma tried to sound threatening but couldn’t properly be intimidating like his other half he felt as he just made himself feel much more stupid. He just hoped they wouldn’t take much time away from him as he desired to continue focusing on the power that came from his very soul, His Flames.
Yet, as he struggled to push himself back up he could only think of the memories of the past, without them he would not be where he now. Both in a literal and a metaphoric state of speaking. This desert Held a lot of meaning For yoma as where this was changed his life. Being the place that a wondering and rogue shinigami encountered a member of the monsuta which began his life as a member of that very same organization. Within this desert Yoma had a spar which resulted in the destruction of his own zanpakuto.
This resulted in Yoma’s current quest to rediscover himself in order to once again understand why his zanpakuto won’t restore itself. Yoma once the troublemaker and fool of the gotei left due to a variety of reasons but at the core of it felt that he was nothing more than a tool for them to use and pick at as they pleased. Yoma held no bad blood towards the Gotei but when he returned to rediscover the purpose of a shinigami had felt a sense that he didn’t belong. Yet, he still longed for questions and the challenge became much more difficult. With the departure of Stefan soan from the monsuta and the monsuta rapidly changing Yoma was left confused.
This desert was no longer Considered monsuta territory yet he found a fondness to it and made this place somewhere he could hide away from the world. A place he could lose control and not cause harm. He had started working on copying what he saw so many times spying on stefan. He wanted to learn and obtain a similar style to his but struggled to replicate it. As his power continued going of in the desert Yoma power continued to backfire and behave erratically. He knew he wasn’t fighting this alone. Someone else inside of him was pushing and toughing out this long challenge, His other Half was fighting as well. Yet, unlike most occasions he was not fighting against Yoma but alongside him. both were fighting the same battle and for the same cause.
At this moment the two were fighting together they were as if they were completely synced as one, they needed no words among them they could understand each other. Even as their power refused to behave properly tossing his body around these enormous desert. He could only use his power up to a certain level before it started acting up. This only began happening after his zanpakuto broke. Yoma knew that his zanpakuto was connected to him in a way that he didn’t know. Yet, he hated his own weaknesses brought on by His dissociative identity disorder he had lost the memories of his days at the academy and wished he could reobtain them.
Before he knew it he had realized he was in an area that he wasn’t familiar with in the desert, this area still had cactus growing in it. Yoma was sure he happened to destroy them with his countless training attempts to mimic stefan. What more he spotted someone walking towards him. He did not recognize them and Yoma was unsure if they were friend or foe. He readied for combat but proceeded carefully towards the man. The man was wearing black jeans and a coat in the heat of the desert. Yoma was curious how stupid he could be but then thought how he himself was wearing jeans and a layered shirt and armor on top of that so he had no room to talk.
“Hey who are you? What are you doing here? If you're lost i recommend retracing your steps. I do it but often end up more lost then i began.”
Yoma tried to sound threatening but couldn’t properly be intimidating like his other half he felt as he just made himself feel much more stupid. He just hoped they wouldn’t take much time away from him as he desired to continue focusing on the power that came from his very soul, His Flames.
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Fri Mar 17, 2017 3:49 pm
Song: A Soul as Red as a Ground Cherry By: Demetori - Word Count: 476
Poliro's eyebrows and senses when on alert as he heard explosions go off in this desert - where could it be coming from? Who was creating them? Was Poliro about to find himself in some form of combat? A lot of questions went through his mind but using his senses Poliro spotted what was causing these disturbances, it was a Shinigami from his senses and also based on what he could feel, his energy was nowhere near the level for Poliro to consider him a threat to begin with. But still, that was quite the ruckus. What was this guy about? The reaper felt curious and decided to bite as he observed what he was doing.
As Poliro made the approach towards this new found shinigami, he had in his sights that the dude was also walking back to him trying to appear battle ready? Wasn't very intimidating to a fighter like Poliro to say the least who stayed very calm and didn't seem phased in the slightest by his aggressive posturing. After they had both reached the range in which they could talk, this man tried to try intimidate Poliro with his words but wouldn't find success.
Poliro smiled and chuckled a bit. "Haha, well... you're just trying to sound tough aren't you? Don't sweat it, i'm not looking to hurt anyone." He didn't take it so seriously and tried to make it clear to Yoma that he was not going to cause him any trouble, speaking in his usual standard British voice.
"About who I am and why I here then mate, my names Poliro. I'm no one special, not anymore. Just a washed up fighter lacking purpose. I've been travelling the world to try and find said purpose. You've been the one generating those explosions then? Are you training or something, seems like you're working hard."
Poliro took his guesses and made the assumption that he wasn't just blowing the desert up for the sake of it, he could tell by looking at him there was more to his character than something so simple. He wanted to potentially learn more about the character he just met. Perhaps he could leave some wisdom with this younger fighter than himself, if he was training to become stronger, just like how she did for him many years ago.
The reaper himself was once trained by a woman who would become his wife. Without that training Poliro would have never reached the level of power he has reached today, something he will never forget - without the power he has, he will not be able to do anything good for the world which is his ultimate goal, doing what he believed his dead wife would want him to do. Perhaps maybe he could do something for this man that would allow him to carry out what he wants in the future.
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Fri Mar 17, 2017 5:40 pm
Yoma was afraid he knew in his current state he wouldn’t stand a match for an opponent who stood before him. Yoma had to push back that very same fear as he knew his opponent would pick on it if he didn’t. But, then the unexpected happened,the man had just simply stated he was not their to pick a fight. This relived Yoma to no end. He sighed and just dropped into the sand below him. Laughing for being completely on the defensive. Yoma had no idea of the man’s power as Yoma was a shinigami who held no idea of the basics, just working on his goal of survival. The man continued what he was saying by explaining his reasoning was nothing more to travel and find his purpose.
This word resonated with Yoma, Purpose, many times had he heard this very word yet he himself was looking for it. Yoma questioned himself many times and still held that very question currently. What would he do once he obtains his current goal? Will he return to being the same shinigami he was before? Would he return to being stuck in the same spot. This brought fear and doubt into yoma. As a result Yoma would often only allow his current goal to be the only thoughts he allowed into his mind.
Yet, as for the other the goal was simple to obtain power. Yoma Yazaki’s other half wanted nothing more then to obtain the power to continue surviving. Countless battles fought just to prove he was alive and that he existed. This other one kept a secret only to himself that no one knew about. His very soul was literally fighting for survival with every waking day consumed by the Original. Yet, this was unknown to the Original and this one dared not say a word as he was jealous. He had to fight to make his soul stronger to ensure he would survive. This other Half wanted to survive and feared the day he would get erased, yet he desires something that he would deem stupid and idiotic if told directly, A bond.
Yoma heard that the man’s name was Poliro, and claimed that he was nothing special and just a washed out fighter. Yet, he asked Yoma if the creation of the explosions going on in the area was him and if he was training. Yoma could only reply honestly as he had no reason to lie about what he was doing.
“Yes, i am the one creating these explosions. I'm sorry if i caused you any hassle, i'm just trying to control my power. I can’t use it like i once did and it is very important to me. You can say this power is me and yet also my family. My name is Yoma Yazaki and i am a former shinigami of the gotei and a current shinigami of the monsuta. I am curious about what you said, that about finding your purpose. How will you know when you find it? Everytime i think i find one i lose it. I'm lost myself and just want to restore my Zanpakuto. Yet, my life has changed a lot lately and i am unsure what to do.”
Yoma let himself relax, he was curious if he could find something that could push him to the right direction with this man. Maybe by speaking to him he could possibly obtain something to help him grow. Yoma was still very reluctant to inform the man of his other self. The two never truly saw eye to eye until recently in which they were working towards the same goal.
“My power is Fire, it is a power that each member of my family controls, it is called the Yazaki flames. I do know that it evolves with each individual member but i have only learned this much and that my own flames are still far too weak. I still don’t understand myself nor my powers. In all honestly i am confused about my purpose as well.”
This word resonated with Yoma, Purpose, many times had he heard this very word yet he himself was looking for it. Yoma questioned himself many times and still held that very question currently. What would he do once he obtains his current goal? Will he return to being the same shinigami he was before? Would he return to being stuck in the same spot. This brought fear and doubt into yoma. As a result Yoma would often only allow his current goal to be the only thoughts he allowed into his mind.
Yet, as for the other the goal was simple to obtain power. Yoma Yazaki’s other half wanted nothing more then to obtain the power to continue surviving. Countless battles fought just to prove he was alive and that he existed. This other one kept a secret only to himself that no one knew about. His very soul was literally fighting for survival with every waking day consumed by the Original. Yet, this was unknown to the Original and this one dared not say a word as he was jealous. He had to fight to make his soul stronger to ensure he would survive. This other Half wanted to survive and feared the day he would get erased, yet he desires something that he would deem stupid and idiotic if told directly, A bond.
Yoma heard that the man’s name was Poliro, and claimed that he was nothing special and just a washed out fighter. Yet, he asked Yoma if the creation of the explosions going on in the area was him and if he was training. Yoma could only reply honestly as he had no reason to lie about what he was doing.
“Yes, i am the one creating these explosions. I'm sorry if i caused you any hassle, i'm just trying to control my power. I can’t use it like i once did and it is very important to me. You can say this power is me and yet also my family. My name is Yoma Yazaki and i am a former shinigami of the gotei and a current shinigami of the monsuta. I am curious about what you said, that about finding your purpose. How will you know when you find it? Everytime i think i find one i lose it. I'm lost myself and just want to restore my Zanpakuto. Yet, my life has changed a lot lately and i am unsure what to do.”
Yoma let himself relax, he was curious if he could find something that could push him to the right direction with this man. Maybe by speaking to him he could possibly obtain something to help him grow. Yoma was still very reluctant to inform the man of his other self. The two never truly saw eye to eye until recently in which they were working towards the same goal.
“My power is Fire, it is a power that each member of my family controls, it is called the Yazaki flames. I do know that it evolves with each individual member but i have only learned this much and that my own flames are still far too weak. I still don’t understand myself nor my powers. In all honestly i am confused about my purpose as well.”
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Fri Mar 17, 2017 9:45 pm
Song: A Soul as Red as a Ground Cherry By: Demetori - Word Count: 498
Poliro struck a smile as he started laughing, it would appear they were going to be friendly to each other, which was great since Poliro was not particularly interested in hostilities, not today. He became more hopeful by the moments this guy would yield him some positives after his long period alone. It was then that Yoma would begin to explain himself to him.
Listening closely to what he had to say, he first admitted himself as being the cause of the explosions and apologizing to him which Poliro wasn't so concerned about, speaking back to him. "Nah mate you're fine, it just got me curious." His formal introduction came as he gave his name, Yoma Yazaki and stated he was formerly in the Gotei and had left for the Monsuta. It wasn't really much of Poliro's business but he did have something to add. "I was a captain for the Gotei years ago. I quit too."
Yoma then posed a difficult question to Poliro: How do you know when you've found a purpose? He also mentioned the fact his Zanpakuto was broken. Despite the difficult question he asked, Poliro answered as soon as he paused for a moment. "Well mate. Purpose is when you feel like doing something and feel alive. If you keep losing your purpose, you're choosing something external that can go away. You need a purpose to come from within, so it stays with you." Yoma finished up speaking by talking about his power, fire. Something Poliro conveniently happened to be quite familiar with. He had a nice smile as he talked back.
"Well pal, you're in luck. I know a thing or two about fire. It is my power also." As he said this, Poliro began to exert some of his energy - something Yoma would feel as he began to use his Flame Creation ability - the ability to create fire from nothing, a process to defy natural laws only made possible by Poliro's mastery of the element. A huge golem like creature, as big as a family house appeared behind Poliro composed entirely of fire. The very heat of its existence would turn sand into the glass as the heat of this being radiated across the entire desert.
"I think I can help you, Yoma lad. You remind me of myself. Being a Shinigami myself, I can help you with your Zanpakuto, and being a fire user, I can teach you there as well. I think you've got potential if you're creating this much of a ruckus without your Zanpakuto mate."
As Poliro said that, the golem dissipated out of existence as the reaper willed it and had decided that he could do some good for someone else - as his lover did for him. He thought that she would be proud of him, where ever she was in the cycle by passing on the torch of knowledge. Maybe for now, he could have a purpose by helping him.
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Sat Mar 18, 2017 1:02 am
Listening to what the other man had to say, Yoma hoped for an answer. Yoma was surprised when the man stated he was also a shinigami formally part of the gotei as well. This at least told Yoma one thing, He didn’t need to be bound by the gotei to grow and succeed. Yet, Yoma grew confused to what he was told, He needed to find a reason that was internal not external but what was inside of him he could create a goal out of? He was unsure if he was understanding everything correctly. But the answer to his question of what is a purpose was answered and it described completely in detail the feeling his other half would obtain, The feeling You're doing something and feeling alive. Yoma was curious if this was a feeling he would ever experience.
Then suddenly the other man triggered Yoma’s excitement, upon informing Yoma that he knew a thing or two about fire, He rose up full of energy. Then following that he then informed him that very element was also his power as well. Yoma could no longer hold back his excitement. He wanted at this very second to learn from poliro. The excitement had overtaken Yoma and kindled a new hope within him.
Within a moment Poliro had created a monstrosity out of nothing but fire ,A golem the size of a two story family home. Yet, Yoma knew this monster contained great power as the sand around the golem turned into glass. This told Yoma that poliro had great and amazing power, Yoma could feel the power radiate off of the golem that had been created. Poliro began speaking once more but seemly held a smile on his face informing Yoma that he could possibly help him with his fire, zanpakuto, and his potential.
The Golem had disappeared and Yoma was still in awe he was full of hope, so much ran through his mind he couldn’t keep himself still. His enthusiasm was at an all time high. Even his hyperactiveness was going crazy. But even through this Yoma failed to realize his synchronization had faded. And inside Yoma’s very core anger and hated could be gathering.
“That was amazing, does that mean that maybe someday i could obtain something like that or be as strong as you? i want to be able to do that s well. i want to be just as amazing.”
The other side was jealous of the fool who did nothing once again, He felt ignored and thrown aside. The fool that did nothing had someone take interest while he himself was the one who ever grew with the body struggled alone. He held the right to experience the same growth as the Original angry and annoyed he decided to make his own appearance. Yoma lost his grip on his body and switched unexpectedly losing the feeling and control of his body as if he had been disconnected.
“Tell me something you have taken a interest in the fool but tell me does that training apply for another as well? Or is it just for the fool? Within this very body lies another, another Very soul with the name Yoma Yazaki. But that is something the original would never truly express he is too scared and ashamed. I am that very soul, I struggle to survive and live. Do i not have a right to life as he does? “
Yoma’s behavior changed from all excited to serious, jealous and upset. Yoma could not help but express himself he was beyond jealous, beyond angry, Beyond upset.
“You state you are looking for a desire but what if i already have one? What if i am in the same predicament as the other one regarding the Zanpakuto? We only share one. I worked hard myself yet, the other one is the one who always gets rewarded. Unfair world isn’t? This power is shared between the two. A switch is simple to perform between us. But, the moment one of us lets our guard down the other can take over. Do you still view us the same after this? Or do you still view us as worth training?”
Yoma was fed up he was going to ruin any chances his other held for growth. He was willing sabotage his own opportunity to restore his zanpakuto if it meant causing his other self to lose hope. Yoma felt an unimaginable amount of sorrow. Constantly fighting for survival even dreaming of simple survival as each day held the possibility for him to disappear. He never wanted this, he never wished be forced into this as his decisions were not just his own. They never were. Yoma could feel the other one wishing to switch but he held control. Tears could be seen on Yoma’s face
“Tell me, what would you do if you were forced to fight to prove you were alive? To fight while another being inside you lived for the price of nothing? Do you understand the pain i feel? I have my wish and desires but i can never truly obtain them due to never fully being in control of my life. When i am close to something in an instant it is taken from me. Or tell me do we simply just deserve to disappear? I WANT HELP AS WELL YOU KNOW. im tired of all this damn bullshit”
This half of yoma was acting different than usual he never usually held his emotions on his sleeve but it had seemed that the built up pressure and conflict of the two had also snapped and caused a conflict just like what had happened with Yoma’s Zanpakuto as well.
Then suddenly the other man triggered Yoma’s excitement, upon informing Yoma that he knew a thing or two about fire, He rose up full of energy. Then following that he then informed him that very element was also his power as well. Yoma could no longer hold back his excitement. He wanted at this very second to learn from poliro. The excitement had overtaken Yoma and kindled a new hope within him.
Within a moment Poliro had created a monstrosity out of nothing but fire ,A golem the size of a two story family home. Yet, Yoma knew this monster contained great power as the sand around the golem turned into glass. This told Yoma that poliro had great and amazing power, Yoma could feel the power radiate off of the golem that had been created. Poliro began speaking once more but seemly held a smile on his face informing Yoma that he could possibly help him with his fire, zanpakuto, and his potential.
The Golem had disappeared and Yoma was still in awe he was full of hope, so much ran through his mind he couldn’t keep himself still. His enthusiasm was at an all time high. Even his hyperactiveness was going crazy. But even through this Yoma failed to realize his synchronization had faded. And inside Yoma’s very core anger and hated could be gathering.
“That was amazing, does that mean that maybe someday i could obtain something like that or be as strong as you? i want to be able to do that s well. i want to be just as amazing.”
The other side was jealous of the fool who did nothing once again, He felt ignored and thrown aside. The fool that did nothing had someone take interest while he himself was the one who ever grew with the body struggled alone. He held the right to experience the same growth as the Original angry and annoyed he decided to make his own appearance. Yoma lost his grip on his body and switched unexpectedly losing the feeling and control of his body as if he had been disconnected.
“Tell me something you have taken a interest in the fool but tell me does that training apply for another as well? Or is it just for the fool? Within this very body lies another, another Very soul with the name Yoma Yazaki. But that is something the original would never truly express he is too scared and ashamed. I am that very soul, I struggle to survive and live. Do i not have a right to life as he does? “
Yoma’s behavior changed from all excited to serious, jealous and upset. Yoma could not help but express himself he was beyond jealous, beyond angry, Beyond upset.
“You state you are looking for a desire but what if i already have one? What if i am in the same predicament as the other one regarding the Zanpakuto? We only share one. I worked hard myself yet, the other one is the one who always gets rewarded. Unfair world isn’t? This power is shared between the two. A switch is simple to perform between us. But, the moment one of us lets our guard down the other can take over. Do you still view us the same after this? Or do you still view us as worth training?”
Yoma was fed up he was going to ruin any chances his other held for growth. He was willing sabotage his own opportunity to restore his zanpakuto if it meant causing his other self to lose hope. Yoma felt an unimaginable amount of sorrow. Constantly fighting for survival even dreaming of simple survival as each day held the possibility for him to disappear. He never wanted this, he never wished be forced into this as his decisions were not just his own. They never were. Yoma could feel the other one wishing to switch but he held control. Tears could be seen on Yoma’s face
“Tell me, what would you do if you were forced to fight to prove you were alive? To fight while another being inside you lived for the price of nothing? Do you understand the pain i feel? I have my wish and desires but i can never truly obtain them due to never fully being in control of my life. When i am close to something in an instant it is taken from me. Or tell me do we simply just deserve to disappear? I WANT HELP AS WELL YOU KNOW. im tired of all this damn bullshit”
This half of yoma was acting different than usual he never usually held his emotions on his sleeve but it had seemed that the built up pressure and conflict of the two had also snapped and caused a conflict just like what had happened with Yoma’s Zanpakuto as well.
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Sun Mar 19, 2017 8:25 am
Song: A Soul as Red as a Ground Cherry By: Demetori - Word Count: 672
Poliro could tell after creating this golem of fire, he had inspired Yoma, seeing it in his eyes and actions. The reaper could not help but smile knowing he had definitely inspired this young fighter to become stronger. His mind was now set on giving Yoma the training he needed to realize his full potential because as he would soon find out, there were more roadblocks to that than meet the eye. After his golem dissipated, Yoma definitely sounded excited, to which Poliro would reply and feed into his enthusiasm.
"Of course mate, you can become stronger most likely. I don't have a particularly high view of myself, i've been humbled by defeats. You can definitely do this, if you're able to do what you're doing now, Yoma."
After speaking to him, it seemed like everything was going smoothly but then Yoma began to talk very weirdly which Poliro raised an eyebrow to. It was like he became a different person almost, the personality and the way he spoke did not match the person he was just talking to seconds ago which confused Poliro. His first step was to focus on him and sense him out - he couldn't feel some kind of spirit inside of him controlling him, his energy was no different, still the energy of a Shinigami.
He started listening to him more intently to try and understand what he was dealing with here. Because of the lack of change in his energy, Poliro was able to deduce that it must have been some kind of mental problem causing a split personality disorder within Yoma. Despite Poliro's lack of experience with such things, he had heard of such phenomena before. He was just going to deal with it as it came and treat him mostly as if he was a separate being as he listened to him - the alter ego wanted his voice and opinion heard. He asked Poliro many questions and Poliro knew instantly a fundamental problem that would make Yoma's life harder. After he finished his emotional outburst, Poliro would respond calmly.
"Listen to me mates, since theres two of you in there. Rather, two of you in your brain. Before we even get onto your broken Zanpakuto or training you to become stronger, there is a very pressing issue we must address immediately. You two need to learn how to work together and function as one! How do you expect to defeat anyone or become stronger when you can't even agree with yourself? You're both worth my time training without a doubt, so consider this the first step of your training as it begins now! Co operate with each other."
Poliro spoke with a serious and commanding tone - wanting to get Yoma and his alter ego into line together. This would be the first step of Yoma's training, as Poliro began to talk once more.
"You better trust me I understand your pain and more. You see, I have to deal with this shit as well except I have a Hollow in me and you don't want him to come out and start training you, believe me lad. But we can at least work together for the sake of our survival."
Its at this moment Poliro would hear a voice in his head speaking - the other being residing in him, his hollow.
"I'd make this dumb fucking kid eat the dirt, all you do is waste your time with pointless shit! You really think Ayane would give a shit you're training some bottomfeeding Shinigami? DONT MAKE ME LAUGH!"
Poliro had no choice but to simply shrug off the voice of his Hollow - he was in complete control so he had nothing to be concerned about, control he had obtained through years and struggle. He had laid it out to Yoma and his alter ego the first steps of his training and would wait to see what happened next as now Yoma seemed rather unpredictable to the reaper because of this split personality he had.
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Sun Mar 19, 2017 4:35 pm
Yoma was angry, annoyed, jealous, his body couldn’t stop shaking from all the pressure he was under. But The words of the other man shocked and surprised him. He for once felt accepted in this world. He desires and very will was acknowledged which had brought joy to his soul once more. Yet, Yoma hated the fact that he would have to fight alongside the half that had brought him so much pain and sorrow. But at this moment he had one wish and it had been acknowledged. He took a breath for a moment and knew that he could at least put up with this hassle for somewhat longer. He knew the man before him held great strength from what he saw. With a smile Yoma knew his fate was going to change, even then his anger couldn’t dissipate quickly enough but knew one thing that would.
“Poliro, if it is to obtain more power than i'm willing to put up with more hell, but i request of you one thing, Push this fool to the very bone and then further. We have both slacked on our basics but that one has slacked off much more. We have little to no understanding of the basis of the shinigami. Be it kido, a shinigami’s purpose, or a what the role of the Zanpakuto plays. Seems you got a long task before you. Let's hope you don’t burn out dealing with this mess.”
Alter decided to cooperate, to fight alongside his other half to obtain a power beyond his own and current reach. This man would guide him if given the chance. This was something he needed to understand the man also seemed to greatly understand but knew that nothing would be done if the two couldn't reach a understanding and would be here all day achieving nothing otherwise.
Alter Switched back and focused his thoughts with the one goal they both shared,Growth. Yoma’s excitement returned but now he felt strange and curious to what Poliro thought of him now. Yet, his body was different than before Yoma’s reactions had become faster and his movements had more energy to them, it was as if yoma’s spiritual energy had risen for some reason. Yet, Yoma’s mind was clear the constant conflict of control was gone. Their was a feeling of emptiness his other self couldn’t be felt but yoma knew he still existed he was curious to what was going on. Yet, thoughts came to his mind that weren’t his it felt as they were his but yet weren’t. All yoma knew he was confused but the words had told him what he needed to know.
“I feel different, it is as if i have have no worries and my mind is different, words are in my mind that aren’t my own but yet are mine. I feel like i can complete any training you can throw my way. No not i but we, it feels like we are both here. Poliro i am ready for what you have. Let's go all out for the sake of our survival. We will give it our all.”
Yoma had been completely synchronized with his other self for the first time, it was different. He couldn't handle the power coming from his body well, not yet that is. This power felt alien to him but yet as it was always part of him. As he moved he felt as he was learning quickly how his body now worked. The two minds were now one both so were their weaknesses and strengths.
“How do we begin and what do we do? You said to cooperate but right now we agree as one like never before. Is our first Step of training complete or is their more now that we have reached this point.”
Yoma was now curious to the next step but was unaware how unstable this link was it could easily break the moment the two had a conflict as this state was born for nothing but one desire that may never be replicated again with how the two act and think of one another
“Poliro, if it is to obtain more power than i'm willing to put up with more hell, but i request of you one thing, Push this fool to the very bone and then further. We have both slacked on our basics but that one has slacked off much more. We have little to no understanding of the basis of the shinigami. Be it kido, a shinigami’s purpose, or a what the role of the Zanpakuto plays. Seems you got a long task before you. Let's hope you don’t burn out dealing with this mess.”
Alter decided to cooperate, to fight alongside his other half to obtain a power beyond his own and current reach. This man would guide him if given the chance. This was something he needed to understand the man also seemed to greatly understand but knew that nothing would be done if the two couldn't reach a understanding and would be here all day achieving nothing otherwise.
Alter Switched back and focused his thoughts with the one goal they both shared,Growth. Yoma’s excitement returned but now he felt strange and curious to what Poliro thought of him now. Yet, his body was different than before Yoma’s reactions had become faster and his movements had more energy to them, it was as if yoma’s spiritual energy had risen for some reason. Yet, Yoma’s mind was clear the constant conflict of control was gone. Their was a feeling of emptiness his other self couldn’t be felt but yoma knew he still existed he was curious to what was going on. Yet, thoughts came to his mind that weren’t his it felt as they were his but yet weren’t. All yoma knew he was confused but the words had told him what he needed to know.
“I feel different, it is as if i have have no worries and my mind is different, words are in my mind that aren’t my own but yet are mine. I feel like i can complete any training you can throw my way. No not i but we, it feels like we are both here. Poliro i am ready for what you have. Let's go all out for the sake of our survival. We will give it our all.”
Yoma had been completely synchronized with his other self for the first time, it was different. He couldn't handle the power coming from his body well, not yet that is. This power felt alien to him but yet as it was always part of him. As he moved he felt as he was learning quickly how his body now worked. The two minds were now one both so were their weaknesses and strengths.
“How do we begin and what do we do? You said to cooperate but right now we agree as one like never before. Is our first Step of training complete or is their more now that we have reached this point.”
Yoma was now curious to the next step but was unaware how unstable this link was it could easily break the moment the two had a conflict as this state was born for nothing but one desire that may never be replicated again with how the two act and think of one another
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Mon Mar 20, 2017 9:25 pm
Song: A Soul as Red as a Ground Cherry By: Demetori - Word Count: 578
Poliro's profound message seemed to reach Yoma's alter ego as he requested only a simple thing of the Reaper - not to give up on him. He learned that Yoma was lacking even in the basics of being a Shinigami and this was likely to make training him difficult as Poliro would basically have to take him back to the academy, metaphorically. The reaper would speak to the alter ego once more to assure him Poliro knew what he was doing.
"Trust me mate, my fire never burns out. Not until i'm dead. And despite all the shite i've endured, i'm still burning stronger than ever."
He struck a confident smile with him to help assure him as it seems soon after saying that, Yoma would seemingly switch back to his original personality, the one he confronted Poliro with and begin talking to the reaper telling him he was ready to give everything he had and they were both going to do it for their survival. The reaper didn't expect solving this issue to be so easy, but maybe it would crop back up down the line but the message had resonated loud and clear with the two personalities.
And thus, with the two finally in sync Poliro would have to decide on a direction for the training and where he would focus on his efforts first. This made the reaper think about what he thought was the most core and essential part of being a Shinigami. The conclusion he eventually reached after some moments of thought was that he'd need to help him with his Zanpakuto before really getting into the other things. He was ready to guide Yoma once more and began to speak.
"Seems like you've passed step one mate, good job. You two are best mates from now on and its gonna stay like that. Step two, so i've decided is going to focus on your Zanpakuto as that is the most core part of being a Shinigami. Its a weapon but also a part of your soul - you need to understand it and know its name to truly unlock its full power. After we solve this, we'll work on the other things. Including your senses, because if you had better perception and feeling for spiritual energy, you would have known i'm a Vizard before we even said a word to each other. In battle you need atleast a basic understanding of who you're up against so that is very important pal! But one thing at a time, tell me about your Zanpakuto - what do you really know about it and how did it come to be broken?"
Poliro had spoken quite a lot and outlined what his plan was to Yoma - restore his Zanpakuto, make him work on his senses and train him in the combat skills of the Shinigami such as Kido, Zanjutsu and so forth. The reaper was honestly just following his own thoughts and feelings as he has never formally trained someone, mainly basing what is he doing for Yoma based off his past experiences of being trained a long time ago. He could still remember the days when he simply had a Shikai and nothing more. Poliro had definitely grown formidable since then and if it wasn't for the training he received all the way back in his starting days, he wouldn't be where he was today, so the reaper was 100 percent confident that basing his training for Yoma off his past experience, Yoma would benefit.
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Re: The Reaper's New Chapter
Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:05 am
Poliro had finished commenting on how yoma became synchronized and completed the first task. But, now Yoma was tasked with focusing on his very own zanpakuto. Yoma had listened to the task on hand learning that a Zanpakuto was a weapon but also part of his own soul. This possibly explained why his own soul had felt the loss of his blade. The question on his mind now was, what can he do to repair this. Yoma then heard him mention his senses and how they were lacking. If Yoma held this skill then he would have known that the man he was speaking to was a vizard. Yet, now a new question arose in his mind. What is a vizard? It had seemed that he was lacking more than he thought. He had grown clueless to the very world around him. Kido, spiritual perception, hakuda, and flash step all things yoma was lacking which weakened his entire core of a shinigami. He truly was a lost individual that needed to find his strengths he had locked inside.
Yet a difficult question was posed, What did Yoma know about his zanpakuto? He knew how it came to be broken. Simple his very ignorance caused it to self-destruct basically. Yet, what did yoma know of his own blade? Something that had been with him from the very beginning. What could he recall of it without looking at it? Yoma’ was racking his blade but knew he needed to answer the question asked of him.
“Well the question I see appropriate answering first is how our zanpakuto broke. Honestly, it was after I left the gotei. I was left wondering day in and day out. Looking for what to do what to strive for. Each and every day we saw our own as nothing more a regular sword. Something replaceable. Upon reaching the very desert we are in now we encountered another low-level fighter. They changed our future. We challenged them to a fight we lost and during that battle, it had to seem the abuse had reached it's tipping point as the blade shattered and burned under the flames it had released. This follow battle then brought us to the monsuta but I had lost my blade. I had no idea what it meant but my very soul had felt a great pain from this lost and I did not know why. But it seems now I understand.”
Yoma's energy had faded, his voice was calm as he spoke making sure to speak loudly and clearly but as he reached the final sentence his voice could be felt weakening and a sorrow could be felt emerging from it. Yoma knew he could blame no one other than himself.
“as for the second question. I do not know where to begin or what to say. My zanpakuto is a sword, that is all I know. I never took the time to learn anything of it and honestly I couldn't describe what it looks like without directly staring at it.”
Yoma had taken out a badly burnt hilt, darken by a roar of flames. Yet only a sliver of metal was still attached to the hilt. Yet even as he held it. He could not recall its original appearance nor could the details of how he had obtained it could be recalled. Yet, the blade had felt much heavier it has ever been previously.
“this is my very own zanpakuto, yet, now it's nothing more than a paperweight. The weight it holds now feels much heavier than it did in the past. And honestly, I do not remember what it had looked like before it broke. I can't recall when I got it or how I got it. It's all so hazy and blank. I do know before my zanpakuto broke I had no issue using my flames but now I struggle to bring my full power out. What can be done?”
Yoma had lost more and more confidence in himself but remained hopeful in what the vizard could do to help guide him back on a proper patch. If not yoma might have lost a part of himself through nothing but sheer ignorance.
Yet a difficult question was posed, What did Yoma know about his zanpakuto? He knew how it came to be broken. Simple his very ignorance caused it to self-destruct basically. Yet, what did yoma know of his own blade? Something that had been with him from the very beginning. What could he recall of it without looking at it? Yoma’ was racking his blade but knew he needed to answer the question asked of him.
“Well the question I see appropriate answering first is how our zanpakuto broke. Honestly, it was after I left the gotei. I was left wondering day in and day out. Looking for what to do what to strive for. Each and every day we saw our own as nothing more a regular sword. Something replaceable. Upon reaching the very desert we are in now we encountered another low-level fighter. They changed our future. We challenged them to a fight we lost and during that battle, it had to seem the abuse had reached it's tipping point as the blade shattered and burned under the flames it had released. This follow battle then brought us to the monsuta but I had lost my blade. I had no idea what it meant but my very soul had felt a great pain from this lost and I did not know why. But it seems now I understand.”
Yoma's energy had faded, his voice was calm as he spoke making sure to speak loudly and clearly but as he reached the final sentence his voice could be felt weakening and a sorrow could be felt emerging from it. Yoma knew he could blame no one other than himself.
“as for the second question. I do not know where to begin or what to say. My zanpakuto is a sword, that is all I know. I never took the time to learn anything of it and honestly I couldn't describe what it looks like without directly staring at it.”
Yoma had taken out a badly burnt hilt, darken by a roar of flames. Yet only a sliver of metal was still attached to the hilt. Yet even as he held it. He could not recall its original appearance nor could the details of how he had obtained it could be recalled. Yet, the blade had felt much heavier it has ever been previously.
“this is my very own zanpakuto, yet, now it's nothing more than a paperweight. The weight it holds now feels much heavier than it did in the past. And honestly, I do not remember what it had looked like before it broke. I can't recall when I got it or how I got it. It's all so hazy and blank. I do know before my zanpakuto broke I had no issue using my flames but now I struggle to bring my full power out. What can be done?”
Yoma had lost more and more confidence in himself but remained hopeful in what the vizard could do to help guide him back on a proper patch. If not yoma might have lost a part of himself through nothing but sheer ignorance.
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