Attack on Titan - Brazil/Monsuta Intrusion

Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:08 pm

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Thursday 23rd March 2017 – 12:00

The sun soared high above the landscape as the humid air shifted ever so slowly through the vast Brazilian rain forest. To the natives, today seemed to be like any other day, but that was soon to change. The scorching temperatures forced the locals to walk around shirtless as they performed their daily routines. The country of Brazil was occupied but within the last few hundred years by a now small and weak group of individuals. The group had control of the large proportion of the world, however Brazil was among one of the more lucrative areas.

The access to the Brazilian rain forest provided a camouflage for any small structures and bases. It was almost as if this location was hand picked to serve as the hub of all illegal operations within this side of the hemisphere. The choice was impeccable, as moving any troops to this location would result in the alarms ringing through South America, alerting the ghastly inhabitants of an impending attack, long before anyone managed to make a move on the primary area of operations.

The Monsuta were an organization that had plagued the earth for several years now. However, as of late, the organization has weakened, having changed leaders more times than ones’ underpants. The organization were well established, though today provided an opportunity to eradicate a large chunk of the control they had over South America by securing Brazil! This would in turn provide a rallying point for ally troops to retake the surrounding areas. South America deserved to be free of tyranny.

High above the sea level, stood the iconic statue of Christ The Redeemer. The statue was built in the early nineteen thirties, and still stood strong to this day. The statue over looked the beautiful city of Rio De Janeiro, the wind caressing the landscape as a black hole ripped open above the peak of statue. From within, came an iron clad figure with long navy hair and brown, soul piercing eyes.

Izanagi Shinsui

There were several approaches that he could have taken when coming to this location, however he decided to employ the traditional mode of transportation. As he approached the exit of the near endless hole that he came from, the world around the towering figure shook for a brief second. He extended his right leg out, followed by the left, slowly descending, landing atop the statue of the redeemer.

His energy was fully suppressed and thus no one would be able to feel his presence in the area. The reason wasn’t because he was trying to be sneaky and infiltrate the organization without being heard or seen! It was solely because his spiritual pressure alone would bring the surrounding citizens, those already living in hell and poverty to crumble. The overwhelming pressure generated would make the buildings shake and the slums collapse, but above it all, breathing would be very difficult for any living being who lacked the spiritual energy.

Extending his right arm, he flicked a small black coin into the air. The coin dispersed into ink and began enveloping the mans arm as he mumbled, “Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns and belts. Footprints, distant thunder, sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night, sea of clouds, blue line. Form a circle and fly though the heavens.”

”Bakudo no nana ju nana - Tenteikure

With an abrupt burst, a message was dispatched to the spiritual beings in Brazil. Regardless of how well they managed to hide their presence, Izanagi had no doubt that there were individuals in the proximity that were ready to lay down their lives for the sake of Brazil. This message was to them –

“Listen carefully. I, Izanagi Shinsui stand atop the statue of Christ the Redeemer and order thee to adhere to my declaration. The Monsuta, you and all affiliates hereby have sixty minutes to vacate the Brazilian land. If any of you develop the notion to challenge me, don’t. If you fail to vacate the country within the timing constraints, you will face consequences. If you vacate the area as requested, you will not be pursued. You have one hour. ”

The connection would cut out, but Izanagi recognized the number of individuals that received the transmission. Naturally, the Monsuta were not going to stand idly by while their most prized possession was taken from them, but Izanagi was willing to give it a try regardless. A man of few words, spoke for the people of Brazil and in sixty minutes the Monsuta would be judged.

As Izanagi stood atop the statue, he crossed his arms, overlooking the surrounding waters as the humid air crept through the cracks in his arm, progressing its way into his flexible attire. Although his sight was set on the beautiful surroundings, light began dispersing around his body in fine lines that wouldn’t be visible to the naked eye. The manipulation of light would create the illusion that Izanagi remained stood atop the statue, while he hopped down to the shoulder and sat patiently, meditating. The any individual, it would appear as if though Izanagi hadn’t moved, while his actual body would redirect the light waves to ensure that his body wasn’t visible to anyone as he slowly repositioned himself.

And the waiting game, began.

Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:40 pm

Monsuta. Now, there was an interesting word. Once quite the group, such that Mirja had tried to bring them on the straight and narrow. But, unfortunately the leader was not one that wanted to take her help, preferring to just ignore the world, as if that was ever going to work. Eventually Mirja got told to leave by Ibiki, and so she did, trusting that girl more than anyone else in the world. So she did, and never looked back. However, she did worry that the world would never understand Monsuta, and that, in leaving them, she had left behind any chance she could have of reconciling.

So when Stefan Soan, leader of Monsuta and all around Dudeguy, vanished with such skill he could teach farts in the wind a thing or two, obviously Mirja went after him. She needed to know that she could be something more than just a murderer. She needed to know that she could change after leaving such a trail of bodies behind. Which led her to Brazil, one of their territories. She could shake down informants, punch a few gangsters, and grab some coffee beans for her shop back at Vastime. It would be a win win.

So when she heard some guy was standing atop the Christ statue - quite a hardy thing to survive World War Three, although it was probably rebuilt at one point, people were like that - she had to go check it out. See who was muscling in on Monsuta territory so soon after Stefan's disappearance. She was given directions to where he was, so she used her Slip-Stream to get there within a handful of seconds, and arrive next to him. There was practically zero evidence that she had arrived, her Slip-Stream being a very subtle thing, after all. Looking him over, he smelled strong, which was always good. On the other end of the spectrum, Mirja looked very weak. With absolutely zero Reiatsu, a slender body, and a cartoonish wolf look about her, topped off by a fetishistic red latex catsuit, she looked less of a threat than a young kitten. Following her nose - already sharp from her wolfish nature, and made even more so by the new addition of The Horseman, War - more than her eyes, she missed the light-based illusion, and sat next to the guy on the shoulders.

"So, I'm not going to kill you, and I really hope you'll return the sentiment. Getting killed is very low on my list of things to do today"

Thu Mar 23, 2017 8:33 pm

Yoma was spending his new life with the monsuta continuing his growth and motivation to become stronger. With joining the monsuta many new doors and paths had opened up for him and he had finally found a joy and happiness that the gotei could not provide him with. Yet, after the departure of Stefan Soan, the monsuta felt as it had started crumbling. A new leader had been appointed but the loss of Stefan could be felt. Yoma hated this quiet inactivity he brought it to himself to continue bringing joy to each day of the monsuta. He felt as he had no limitations bringing him down. it was if his day could not be ruined. Yoma was clueless to what was happening not too far from his location but he wouldn't have to much time to figure it out.

Suddenly Yoma had heard a message and announcement that he had 60 minutes to leave the area as someone named Izanagi Shinsui had come to claim the area. Yoma had fear strike through him. He knew and was aware that this was nothing new. every being in the world fought to keep control of territories and conquer them to gain the advantage in this never ending war that seemed endless. Yoma could only fall to the ground in fear. he didn't want to lose his home after recently obtaining it but he knew he couldn't fight either. Beings that came to conquer territories were not weak guys. They were normally outrageously strong people. Yoma pushed himself to gather himself and at least meet head on this Izanagi Shinsui. he wanted a moment to at least to speak even if it was fruitless. He just wanted to reach a better understanding of what the conflict of this world was. He knew it would take him a bit of time to reach the statue of Jesus but even then he should still have time to leave if given a chance, if he still had that option after meeting the man.

Yoma pushed his body to move as fast as he could push it but as he got closer and closer to his location. his body was being crushed by pressure and breathing became increasingly difficult. It was stupid for someone as weak as him to even show up. His trembling increased and increased and tears formed in his eyes. Why did things have to happen now yoma thought he was angry with his own weakness he just wanted life to a least be okay. he understood that life is never easy and it has its difficulties but why did things have to turn out this way. Why wasn't he smarter, why didn't he decide to become stronger earlier, why was he so stupid. All these thoughts had filled his mind and he hated it. he hated every last bit of this. He continued to force and push his way closer and closer taking more time than expected. he didn't want this but someone as small as him would never have the power to make an impact if he didn't push himself.

Yoma didn’t care what the monsuta did in the past he didn’t care about how it was now nor did he care what the future would look like for it but this was his home. He wanted to at least get that point across but his heart was even fading in spirit.

Giving up already? Yet, you question why I hate you. You are lazy and don’t attempt to see things to the end. You give up once you see it's too hard. Loss is part of life. The only thing we can do is survive. If you're going to do something then decide if your going all the way or stopping where you currently are. Just don’t do anything stupid.

He had heard the word from his other self throwing the sharp truth at yoma. If something was lost then gain something from it. Yoma had made this into his reason into continue moving forward and meet up with those in the area. No matter how strong the spiritual pressure he had to endure it and at least speak his mind. He just had to, a weakling like him could do nothing more.

Yoma made it the location and the crushing pain and pressure was continuing to build on him. He knew his body could withstand this pain. He had felt his other self endure pain countless times in an effort to become stronger. He knew he could endure this as well. Yoma used his flames to help him climb the statue failing and falling due to the pressure but he had to resist it as long as he could. To him, his home is at stake and it was important to him. Yet, he felt similar to his sister and her sense of duty, was this what it felt like? Yoma pushed his flames to move him even closer and reach the higher and higher up. Yet, he noticed someone a female, standing on the shoulder. He immediately grew curious to why she was here but knew she was not the one who sent the message. The voice was that of a male not a female and upon closer inspection, he could notice the figure of a man at the very top of the statue. Yet, he could hear the women speak and decided to move to her location. Yoma knew it would be suicide for anyone to challenge an organization and make themselves visible to the opponent. No matter how foolish and stupid he was even he knew that and understood that the women knew more than him. It was the only smart choice to take.

She was talking to the air it seemed as yoma arrived. His body was in pain and heavy. The pressure felt as it would grind him to dust. But, he had to, he had to say something and see things all the way to the end this time and not give up. He looked at the same direction Mirja was looking and guessed Izanagi Shinsui could hear him from here.

“Why?, Why?, Why do you attack my home? I know I don’t have the strength to defeat you, I don't have the power to protect my home. I am nothing more than a weak and worthless shinigami who still doesn’t understand his own powers and abilities. I am weak. I'm scared. I know nothing of the world. I wasted my chance to run away i know but I have to at least do what I can. I don’t want to die but tell me, tell me WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

Yoma felt as his body could fall apart at any moment. He was shaking, his hands couldn’t stay still tears were gathered around his eyelids. He wanted to understand, he wanted answers. He wanted to know why. He had always been one to be lost and never have a purpose just acting on what he wanted day in and day out. He feared that his death was imminent.

Fri Mar 24, 2017 10:58 am

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

HANA & HAKAI CHIKARA
破壊 -- 花力

Had it not been for the ray of sunlight pelting down upon the country of Brazil, the gloom and cold of early spring may have taken hold upon the entire city of Rio de Janeiro. For most people within the city, it didn't matter as much; for their summers were always blistering with heat, making it nigh impossible for one to head outside. This was a similar feeling to what grew over Hakai and Hana Chikara, father and daughter respectively. Both of these Vizards hated the heat, escaping it at whatever point they can - often traveling across the globe during winters and colder seasons to find their most suitable climate. Most recently they had visited the nation of Vastime, that of which once wore the moniker of "Africa." They were on the move, Hakai had no intention of staying in one place for too long -- although they did not expect to head to their current location.

As a former leader of the Monsuta, that of which still had ties to people and resources within the organization, Hakai was often informed on information that came in. Their current state may have been weak in comparison to what they once were, but they still had resources to work with. To throw them under the mantle of "weak" would be foolish, especially with everything Hakai, Stefan and Tora used to make them great. Although their motives were different, they all shared one goal: a unification and safe haven for the neglected and outcast.

Standing beside the black haired man was a woman, her hair was down to her butt in a purple, almost red in tone. A red spear was donned upon her back, the rest of her outfit clad in purple lyrca like material, pads of armor present at her shoulders and sporadically across her body. This woman was known as Hana Chikara, and by her side was her father, Hakai Chikara. These days, the two were never seen without each other - wherever Hakai went, Hana was sure to follow. Her rather mature looking physique might mislead, as her young mentality shown through in personality. The two strut side by side, walking through the active rush and chatter of civilians within Brazil. Even through the rush of people, eyes were pinned to them, their rather outlandish outfits drawing attention of many, especially to the likes of Hana whom wore a much more revealing set of clothes.

"What was that message? An hour to leave the city? What the hell...?" Hana's voice was filled with confusion, people bumping into her as they ran through the streets.

"Why do I keep drawing myself into these antics..." Hakai grunted to himself, clearly irritated as he pin pointed the precise location of the man who sent the message. "Hana, I know we're not involved with the Monsuta any more, but I have to ask you a favor. Fight for their independence with all your might, no matter what happens here." A confused looked crossed the young woman's face, her red eyes pin pointed upon her father as she continued to dart through civilians among the street. "Y-yes, dad." Her rather mature voice rang out in Japanese, often to the confusion of those surrounding her.

A few moments had passed before they arrived at their destination, eyes pinned on iconic stature before them, Christ the Redeemer, and scanned the three beings whom sat upon it. Initially Hana's eyes darted to the young man using flames as a medium to climb, tilting her head in confusion. At that point her attention went to the man atop of the statue, assuming he was the man who sent the message. The two Chikara's stood at the walkway below the titanic statue, eyes pinned wards as they watched. Hana's breath quickened as she slowly placed her right hand over her back and rested it on upon her red spear. "Just look what you're doing to these people!" Her left hand gestured to Yoma, his obviously emotional state getting the better of him, trying to his very best to stop the removal of his home. "You have no right to take his home away from him!"

Hakai's eyes darted down to his daughter momentarily before looking upon a woman now, her body clad in a red and rather explicit latex outfit. Her body resembled a wolf, yet her outfit was that of a feline. A rather... interesting outfit, Hakai though. "I don't know if he will be so kind, young lady. It seems he's dedicated to stopping Monsuta's functions, whether he kills you or not." His voice switched from Japanese to English now, speaking words in which Hana could not understand. His vision drew back upon the black haired figure atop the statue, red eyes just visible over his red overcoat. Continuing to speak in English, Hakai's voice grew more agitated. "My name is Hakai Chikara. I'm... not officially with the Monsuta anymore, but they're still my creation. I'm afraid I can't afford to let you simply overthrow a society they have strengthened. Especially without knowing who you are." Hakai's body remained ready, ready to react to absolutely any situation that came across them. The two Chikara were ready to defend their former home, and while they may nor reside with them anymore, protect their home.

"I think you have the wrong information, or idea, of what Monsuta is doing in Brazil, Izanagi."

Sat Mar 25, 2017 7:32 am

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Thursday 23rd March 2017 – 12:00

Izanagi sat patiently, concealed by only the misdirection of light. He was relaxed, sensing some recognizable powers in the proximity. Over his years of extensive training, he became accustomed to sensing even the slightest traces of spiritual energy; it came with the job title in the Zero Division. A being couldn’t simply approach the Kings Realm without being sensed, it was unheard of.

Since the closure of the Zero Division, Izanagi found it difficult to find his new purpose. Having spent hundreds of years performing the same tasks and serving the same great lord, it was difficult to explore new avenues. He spent more time working, perfecting his art than seeing his children grow, flourish and become respectable Shinigami. It burdened him to an extent, as on a psychological level it’s almost evident that the absence of a fatherly figure had a detrimental effect on his daughter.

Enjoying pain wasn’t a trait she had inherited from her father nor mother, but Izanagi was never there to guide her down the right path. All those years, yet the Zero Division slammed its doors shut so abruptly. Sad, more than anything.

His lengthy blue hair in the gentle breeze as he absorbed the utterance from the first arrival. "So, I'm not going to kill you, and I really hope you'll return the sentiment. Getting killed is very low on my list of things to do today" The image of Izanagi that was created by the manipulation of light remained motionless, the light simulating the effects of his attire blowing through the wind to not raise any suspicion.

Izanagi turned his head and opened his eyes as he eyed the new arrival. Standing tall, she was roughly an inch taller than Izanagi which was rather impressive for a female. From his seated position, her shadow towered over the statue, showing her full stature and figure. Eying her attire, Izanagi couldn’t help but wonder how she bared to wear her red latex attire in the humid conditions presented in Brazil.

Her silver eyes appeared almost soul piercing as they gazed toward the general direction of the after image. Izanagi shifted his head toward the opposite direction, glancing at the boy that had used a rather intriguing method to ascend to the statue of the Redeemer. The young man seemed to be struggling, even though none of the entities in the proximity had released any spiritual pressure to have heavy affected the young being. The man seemed driven by the fire and as he made his way up to the shoulder of the statue, he made his words known.

“Why?, Why?, Why do you attack my home? I know I don’t have the strength to defeat you, I don't have the power to protect my home. I am nothing more than a weak and worthless shinigami who still doesn’t understand his own powers and abilities. I am weak. I'm scared. I know nothing of the world. I wasted my chance to run away i know but I have to at least do what I can. I don’t want to die but tell me, tell me WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?”

The young Shinigami boy seemed emotional, it appeared that he felt at home with the Monsuta which made Izanagis decision to attack them ever more difficult. Izanagis eyes followed the boy yet the only thought that went through his mind was how much the young man reminded Izanagi of his own son. The pale complexion and the drive to stand up to his enemies was admirable, but it appeared that the Monsuta organization had indeed taken a different path in advancement.

Once a formidable Vizard only Organization was now a home to all, lunatics and misfits alike. Once again however, Izanagi remained silent as he sensed the arrival of another party. Of all the individuals that he sensed in the constraints of Brazil, he could only identify two. One of them, was the notorious Hakai Chikara, the man that brought the Monsuta their glory. The man that single handily changed the course of the Australian invasion. One of the decreed Vizard Kings.

Over the years however, the once former leader of the Monsuta had changed his alignment completely, handing the group down to his former associates. But as the saying goes, all bad things come in twos. The Vizard King and his loose cannon of a brother, Sting Chikara. The yellow hair monster lives to fight; unlike his older brother there’s no talking sense into the flamboyant vizard. Once the Monsuta Commander for Black Ops, now merely a shadow in his brothers’ reputation.

Shifting his gaze down to the duo that approached, Izanagi couldn’t help but wonder who the young female that accompanied the Vizard King of old, was. As the years passed, Izanagi stopped keeping track of the affairs of the world. Albeit it was once his job, he wanted to retire, only to be dragged back in through a spontaneous turn of events. Glancing down, Hakais voice was calm and his tone was to the point. Izanagi allowed himself a second to take in what the man had to say, nodding to himself in the process.

Throughout the entirety of this transaction, any of the individuals could have attacked where Izanagi supposedly stood, atop the statue of the Christ the Redeemer, but all that would happen would be that the attack would pass through the fictions creation.

Izanagi manipulated the light around where his body supposedly stood, creating the illusion of the body turning toward the direction of Yoma Yazaki. In an instant, the light around Izanagis real body would disperse as would the light around his fake creation. To any one paying close attention, Izanagi had performed the flash step to close the distance, but with closer inspection no evidence of Izanagi moving at an accelerated pace would be visible. Many who witness events such as this, come to question themselves, wondering whether he moved so fast that their eyes failed to pick up the movement.

As he appeared before Yoma Yazaki, he was aware of his surroundings and prepared to counter or attack anyone that posed a threat. His left hand extended out, landing atop the young Shinigamis head; he rubbed it gently, glancing down at his rather frail appearance. It was evident that emotion got the best of this young individual.

“Tenteikura Ichi”

A thought shot through Izanagis mind as a brief link was established between himself and the mind of the young Yazaki. “It’s not wise to rush into the depths of battle while experiencing such substantial emotion. You announced that you haven’t the strength to defeat me, but some foes can be defeated with courage alone. You claim you’re weak, but a weak Shinigami wouldn’t have come to face me; you’re scared, but everyone has a fear of the unknown.”

Izanagi shifted his hand off the top of Yomas head, releasing the Tenteikura connection in the process. His sight would switch to the first arrival, the young lady.

“Death and life have their determined appointments…”

His deep voice would resonate across the land, his sight shifting to the two individuals that stood by the feet of the statue. He took a step, his hefty ten ton armor moving slowly atop his shoulders. He remained conscious of his surroundings, especially the duo that were now behind him as he migrated to ground level.

It appeared that Latex was the latest in a fashion craze as the lady that accompanied the Chikara wore rather an explicit crimson attire. Izanagi didn’t allow for the womens aesthetics to dwell on him for long, as he stood around fifteen meters from the duo.

“I’m honoured by your presence and flattered all the same. I was informed that I would garner the attention of the leader of the Monsuta by laying a claim to this country. But my endeavour thus far seems rather fruitless. ”

He paused, shifting his gaze between the duo, allowing those who comprehended the English language to take in what was being said before continuing.

“I am Izanagi, of the Shinsui Clan. Formerly the Reagent General of the Vanguard and the Wisdom of the Spell for the Zero Division”

The introduction appeared to be more of a formality than anything, although the Chikara no longer affiliated himself with the Monsuta, there was no doubt in Izanagis mind that he wouldn’t think twice when the integrity of his creation was on the line. Whether anyone decided to attack would soon become evident.

“How long until he shows?” his sight set on Hakai as he spoke directly at him. You may remember another energy being previously referenced, two energies that Izanagi clearly identified, one was of Hakai but the other wasn’t Hakais companion…

The other energy source resonated at a low frequency from the depths of the Brazilian rain forests. It could be that Hakai failed to sense it earlier, but without a doubt the presence of another considerable being would soon be sensed by the Chikara. The electrifying aura that accompanied the ferocious personality of the man would come to fill the air. Clouds would begin to gather over the rain forest a few miles east, discharging shocks of lighting and electricity…

Sat Mar 25, 2017 9:45 am

Kicking it old school on a giant statue with a guy who had invaded Brazil. I reminded her of Henrex, when he went into Cuba and told everyone to get out. Was telling everyone to get out a part of invading a country, these days? She had no idea what protocol was, after all. But, she was going to sit here until she was answered. She knew he was there, even if he was hiding, so she decided to say so.
"You know, if you are keeping quiet just so you think I'll go away, I'm not. I know you are there. Eyes are not the only sense a girl has, after all" She told him. However, it seemed she was not going to get an answer as some other guy appeared and started shouting. Looked like Yoma, from Monsuta. She had only seen the guy in passing, but now he was here, she was rather impressed. The guy appeared suddenly, but hadn't moved. Mirja knew that for a fact, since she had bounced around with Tsubasa a bit, and could perceive, if not quite replicate yet, super-high speed movement. Also he still smelled where he was. So, some sort of illusion-based technique. She'd best keep her nose about her.

But then there was more arrivals, specifically the creator of Monsuta himself, Hakai. One of the most powerful Vizards in the world, and so a big target for Mirja's list. She wanted to understand Hvit's nature, and Hakai seemed like the kind of girl to do it. Also he had a cute girl in tow, who didn't look at Hakai with the right emotions to be a girlfriend or wife. It was more familial. They chatted a bit, as you did when you met the Big Boss of the Monsuta, and then they were interrupted even further. Not quite here, but still noticable, was a considerable force, with thunder and lightning following in it's wake. Too far out for her to sense who it was, she put it down to it being Tsubasa. He seemed to know a lot, so maybe he found out able this little gathering. So she sent him a Hell Butterfly to ask if it was him, and if not....well, Brazil just got a notice handed to it, scheduled for destruction.

Dropping down to ground level with her Slip-Stream, Izanagi would quickly realize that however sharp his spiritual sense was, he couldn't pick up Mirja because there was nothing to pick up. It was great for pretending to be a ghost, and Slip-Stream managed to take care of the physical aspects of her presence.
"So, you just ignoring me because I'm a cute wolf girl without a Reiatsu penis twelve miles long. I can't engage in the growling match you males seem to always have when two of you are in a room together, but I would still like my question answered"

Sat Mar 25, 2017 10:17 am

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His form sat still with a female bodyguard only feet from him. Envy was here as he meditated on things. Focusing on the faction he was forming soon in Greenland. He wanted to be a better leader and founder than last time. He'd not aided in the construction of the Blades very well. He didn't understand conceptionally most the things that went into it. Now he devoted himself to the warrior's path as small crackles of lightning discharged around his form. Tsubasa had learned and exercised his control over his power due to the smallest point. He felt a black butterfly land on his shoulder as he listened to the message. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he got up. His sister had a nose for conflict it seemed in this way. It only took a second to get to their location his frame landing somewhere clear of others. His eyes scanned the area as his massive spiritual pressure hit the location like a ton of bricks. Tsubasa's eyes judged the area going through his databases. Figuring out who was who when a familiar face caught his eyes. "I see, this matter isn't of our concern.It's good to see you again Hakai Chikara, last we met was in the Australia..I see you found your purpose..I'll remove this one to a safe location." He said looking over at Yoma now.

Tsubasa knew that girl had to of been Hakai's daughter for two reasons. The first was in terms of appearance they looked very similar. The other was a father's eyes you had to be a parent to know it. But parents looked at their children a certain way. It wasn't something he could explain as his eyes fell on Izanagi. This wasn't his business to get involved in it. He knew his sister well enough that the big dork likely came into the party. She just had that excitable nature like War always did. They sensed conflicted and acted like it was a pool party. But Tsubasa didn't intend to get in the way of this clash. Tsubasa's gaze shifted to the city. A lot of people were in this place so a confrontation between these titans could be costly.

"History repeats, ironically last time we met I did the same thing. I created a barrier for you and Zin to fight without doing damage to the cities or surrounding area." Tsubasa walked over to Yoma putting a hand on the male's shoulder. His grip was gentle yet firm enough that shaking it off wasn't optional. His eyes went around the area as he weighed everything going on. They needed a rather large and powerful fighting area. Something that could contain the force they were releasing. He used a single hand and cast a massive eight layer barrier around the area. This barrier would feed on electricity in the area and Tsubasa fired a massive jolt into it making sure it would power through. He also put one over the people in the city to make sure they would be safe. The barrier could be brought down when the time was right as he exhaled a sight. "Remember this image clearly Yoma Yazaki, when men of this caliber gather things change and shift. I wish you well Hakai and your daughter. Mirja, don't interfere with this just watch..I'd hate to come pick you up also."

He said it and then he and Yoma vanished completely as he used his speed to disappear. Tsubasa had grown fast, faster than he was last time he and Mirja had met. He'd also improved a great deal since last time he and Hakai met. Tsubasa had taken Yoma several thousand miles away in a single step traveling a massive distance to a safe zone. "Ordinarily I would step in and try to stop such a mindless thing, but Mirja wanted me to protect you.You've got potential and shouldn't waste it Yoma. Monsuta's leader, it's true former leader has stepped into action. Respect his wishes and remember what he and his child came here to do." Tsubasa did know of Izanagi, despite the two never having a face to face chat. It was strange indeed for him to show up out of the blue like this. But it wasn't his business to get involved too much. Yoma had a warrior's heart and was much braver then Monsuta at present.

For the leader of the former to be the only one to show up. He questioned why it was that happened. But nothing could do as an answer as to why Izanagi attacked the organization. It was strange and unsettling to think such a passive man had changed. But this matter wasn't his to deal with anymore. He set up barriers to make sure no innocent people got hurt in this clash. The only thing he could truly do in this situation. It wasn't like he could step in and stop Izanagi. It wasn't his authority to do so. The Vanguard and this place had changed so drastically. Everything was evolving and playing out according to plan thus far. Mirja spiced things up now and then. But that was what her kind always did from what he knew. She reminded him of his brother so much. Jumping into the middle of the conflict and going all out on everything around him. This wasn't their fight sadly it belonged to Monsuta. But he'd not let Yoma die here so easily.

Tsubasa sighed as a female walked next to him and he began to leave the area. "If I were you, I would get the people to safety. He said softly as he began his leave of this place the storm that followed Tsubasa left the area. The massive spiritual pressure he put out seemed to vanish entirely with him. Exit Thread

Sun Mar 26, 2017 4:59 pm

Yoma was afraid and confused that felt he had to do some to do. Yet, more people continued to flood the area. He body wanted to do something more than he already was. He had just told the one who he saw as his enemy how own weakness and why he was here. He wanted to be able to do something but even deep down he knew he stood no match. Yoma’s fear had risen when his opponent had raised their own hand and touched him. Yoma’s muscles had begun shaking even worse but he grew confused when his opponent’s words were going through his mind. It was a similar feeling to when yoma and his other half synchronizes with his other half. Yoma didn’t understand the other man’s words. Some enemies could be defeated by courage alone, you're afraid yet everyone has a fear of the unknown, You claim you’re weak, but a weak shinigami wouldn’t have come to face me.

Yoma grew angry at this what the hell did this mean, he was shaking in fear, he was shaking in anger at his own confusion. The man then removed his hand from yoma and ended the connection and left to confront the other arrivals. Honestly, Yoma was nothing to anyone here and would just be in the way. He couldn’t contain himself. He continued to push himself as the pressure felt as it built up as more people arrived.

“I AM SO CONFUSED WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT”

Yoma’s fists were clenching harder and harder to the point where his nails were digging and tearing into fingerless gloves and into his own skin. He wanted nothing more to attack and obtain his answers the hard way. Yoma prepared himself to strike, He cared of nothing else at the moment and he had little importance of who was around him he just wanted to understand what he couldn’t it all hurt. The pressure, the lack of understanding, his weakness, he never remembered having a reason for anything he did but for some reason his heart was in so much pain and he thought that this could help ease it.

Even before he could do anything, Someone had appeared before him, Someone who had been the head captain while yoma was in the gotei, someone who had helped yoma train in the shino academy yet, as many times before Yoma’s memories had disappeared he couldn’t recalled the man before him all he could recall was he was familiar. Even this fact made Yoma angry he struggled to recall memories as if they were water flowing through his very hands. Would he obtain things only to lose them, He couldn’t recall his past in the gotei, he couldn’t recall what he did after leaving. Was he going to forget this very day too?

His felt a strong pressure grab his shoulder, he wanted to shake it off but couldn’t he didn’t have the strength to remove it. He had heard say tsubasa mention worthless things of the past and the actions he would take,Yoma wasn’t interested he couldn’t get his mind over everything and his confusion. Yet, Tsubasa had angered him, remember this image clearly Yoma Yazaki, when men of this caliber gather things change and shift. How was he supposed to remember this as he struggled to recall the man before him. Would this also disappear from memory as well?

“Damn it let go of me, I want to fight, i have to, How am i supposed to remember when i can't even recall my own past or the memories of what i have been doing. What is it you want me to do.”

Quickly and unexpectedly he was taken far from the battle in an area far away from the battle. Yoma couldn’t shake his surprise. He was removed from the battle as it was nothing. Yoma just attempted to punch Tsubasa over and over. Why? Yoma thought. He didn’t care if hakai the former leader appeared. Yoma didn’t care about the potential he held he just wanted his home to be safe. Yoma couldn’t keep himself from stopping his tears. Tsubasa began leaving after informing him there were others in this area that need to be protected. People who had also thought of the monsuta as their protectors. Yoma had once again ran away and he hated it.

[i]So you're giving up here? Fine im taking over and will at least evacuate the area. Drown in your own weakness. This battle is too much for us. Let this be your reason to grow even if you forget it. The past shouldn’t matter as long we have a future.[i]

Yoma’s body and behavior changed once more he wasn’t shaking nor held any fear. he still contained anger but the anger was directed at himself. He was weak and knew it. For now he would evacuate the area as this was something that needed to be done.

Wed Mar 29, 2017 6:05 am

FATHER AND DAUGHTER

HANA & HAKAI CHIKARA
破壊 -- 花力

This was a strange situation. Hakai had been in this type of tense situation before, but it was very much a first for the likes of Hana. Not only did she not understand a lot of what was being sense, the tense of battle was high. The man with blue hair seemed to be aggressive, asking those whom were apart of the Monsuta to leave Rio de Janiero within the hour. It was a disgusting thought to her. This was their home. No matter their personal alignment, the Monsuta had created and allowed a healthy living condition for those in Brazil; and yet a man whom was nothing but a former member of a few locations wanted to take that away without cause. It made Hana feel sick and confused.

Her bright red hues shifted towards Mirja as her rather interesting latex suit was... confusing, to say the least. Her right hand remained perched behind her back, fingertips lightly tapping the shaft of her red spear. She was ready to fight. She was angry, she was confused... And she wanted an answer. Her eyes then shifted to her father, Hakai, whom now placed his hand atop of her shoulder. As he did this, Hana felt herself calm. Her eyes closed as she took deep breathes, trying to calm herself, reciting a small poem under her breath. "Be at peace, tempest tossed seas of soul, give me rest, from doubt and fear..."

His hand remained atop of Hana's shoulder, listening to the words of Izunagi in the process. He wanted to draw out the leader? Maybe this wasn't a conquest, or subjugation attempt, that was initially the thought. Hakai's head tilted to the side, his brow furrowing as Izunagi explained what he was hoping. "You hoped for the leader to show? You're kidding me. So you would put all of these people in danger and hurt the Monsuta without cause, simply to draw out their leader? Tch, and you think they're the evil one." Hakai's eyes closed as both hands were placed inside of his red toned jacket. The wind that blew forced his hair to sweep to his left, allowing his red eyes to pierce onto the invaders location.

Yet, it wasn't over it seemed. The longer they remained in this location, more people arrived. What exactly did they expect to happen here? Like a crack of lightning, Tsubasa had appeared with his body guard and spoke directly to Hakai. What was someone like him doing here? For all intents and purposes, they had no stake in a former Zero Division and Monsuta fight, so why would he show? It was strange, yet perhaps needed. As he was addressed, the cracks of electricity rocked the area as a sort of "dome" was constructed around the location. It seemed as if the barrier had multiple layers, one of which was similar in fashion to the one constructed for Hakai and Zin's fight four years ago.

"...No, I have not found my purpose. Much as changed since Australia though. We shall see what happens I guess." Hakai's voice was deep and his body language was sturdy, under his red coat his fists were clenched, ready to fight and stop any situation should it arise. "You know more about me than you should. Nobody knows about Hana." Maybe it was obvious by the way he was treating her, but Hakai couldn't help but feel mildly violated. That information was not available to many people, least of which his opponents. It was a rather careless moment for Tsubasa, Hakai thought. Speaking in Japanese, Hana's voice raised, her eyes shifting towards the likes of Izunagi, assuming his Japanese was up to par considering his name. "What do you mean by "until 'he' shows'?" A look of confusion had struck Hana, her rather mature voice complimenting the confusion of her facial expression.

Hana had only more questions as the situation continued to get more and more confusing for her. Mixing in the English made it almost impossible for her to follow, Hakai having to even slightly translate important information. The cracks of electricity and lightning seemed to gather, yet the source was not the barrier, nor Tsubasa himself, but rather a familiar feeling to Hakai. While Hana had no idea his intention, Hakai knew entirely. The Vizard King's brother, Sting. At this point Hakai had persumed him dead, he had not shown himself for a long time and even if he were to show up, Hakai did not know how he would treat him. They were so wildly different from each other, and the last he knew Sting still held that rage within him.

Despite the entire situation and worry, the likes of Yoma seemed to be carried away. That young man was determined, and Hana's eyes couldn't help but follow him when he was both pleading for his organization and taken away temporarily by the likes of Tsubasa. Continuing to speak in Japanese, Hana took a few steps forward, now putting very little distance between her and Izunagi. Once again, she addressed him directly, hoping that his Japanese was up to par. "You are not taking this location from them. You try to be righteous... yet you're causing nothing but pain, especially for that young man!" Hana yelled, her pitch shifting upwards the louder she spoke.

With a hand still resting on her zanpakuto strapped to her back, the young flower couldn't help but direct her emotions into her words.

"Please... Leave... I don't want to fight you..."

Wed Mar 29, 2017 9:30 am

@shizuo

Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

Why was it everyone wished to test them? Why was it everyone wished to fight with them? Why do they continue to come, to flock against us? In the middle of the monsuta, a golden haired male slowly felt his eyes opening after sensing an intruder. That golden glow of his gaze, weighed and cold from the recent encounter he had with the queen of demons nearly a year ago. Now his body stood once more from the metal ductwork. Heat radiated from his breathes in the form of steam until he had slowly began to move, as he did he felt the inner mechanisms of the monsuta whirr to life.

Outside slowly the satellites in outer space left by tora began to tilt, energy radiating from their cores before in the ground hundreds of dead-guard began to flock from panels that opened in the earth. It was as if a sea of bodies quickly overtook everything to leave the forests covered, a singular undulating mass of chaotic creatures that sought nothing but to cast out the intruders. Even the sky seemed to darken as azuma looked forward. He burst forth from the midst of bloodfall, and afterward he exhaled and energy began to seethe around him. Quickly the barriers that remained from times past began to ripple and activate, and quickly this entire radius would become closed off from the rest of brazil.

As the lone figure, the leader of the monsuta stood in the side, he leveled his frigid gaze upon the intruder, izanagi. His eyes normally had glimmers of emotion held within them, the compassion for his brethren for the monsuta’s members who he’d give his very life for. Right now however there was a haze of darkness settled there. Such empty eyes spoke of how bone tired the leader of the monsuta was with every single being that sought to challenge prod, and inevitably cause harm for the monsuta in this world. Even now as he raised his hand he couldn’t bother with long speeches, there was too much bile pumping in his veins to give some eloquent statement to the intruder or those that came to the monsuta’s aid.

All he said to hakai, as he turned his eyes and gazed upon his familiar features, momentarily studying the daughter that stood with him, yes; daughter. Azuma had a disconnect with the worldly affairs as of late, but he was more than capable of seeing the resemblance, the similarities between them. So as a moment of warmth kindled within his otherwise darkened gaze his words came fleeting but heartfelt.

”..Thank you Hakai Chikara, i will repay you in the future.”

Then his gaze shifted to the likes of izanagi once more, his steps caused the very air to hiss and for ozone itself to combust. In a single step he traversed the distance between them, such a movement was child’s play for him, and then in the next moment he stopped. The power of friction applied to the soles of his feet and body allowing him to essentially stop near instantaneously. Afterwards he simply stared at the male before him. His lips parting as his words came out, a disconnect between the expression on his face and the exhausted words he spoke.

”..I’m here, what do you want boy?”

Boy? Yes, here above the skies of his home, of the place he had sworn to protect. Izanagi only amounted to a spoiled boy in his eyes. A Strong child yes, but just a child. He had faced far stronger people and lived. He had tangled with those at the pinnacle and survived, so why should he be impressed by the being that stood in front of him? It was for this reason that he had exhaled and looked undisturbed by the display that was given to him. Undisturbed by the power that was thrust against him, and why? It was simple, he had faced so much during his time in the monsuta. He had gone neck and neck time and time again for them; so why should he be afraid? WHY should he cower!? These where his thoughts. And This Was his anger.

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