(FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Fri Feb 11, 2011 5:56 pm
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(M a n a M a n a)
"I am the slave to the Demon God!" ~ Mana Mana
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[ S o n g F o r P o s t]
[ Y o u s e i T e i k o k u - K o k o u n o S o u s e i ]
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E n t e r P o s t
W i t h T h e M a n a
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Come here my little child~
Are you ready to play another game with The White Devil?
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Let the sounds of chaos echo to our satanic god!
As the streets underneath Mana's feet started to become consumed with chaos, disorder, insanity and murder; the only thing The Demon King's Messenger could do at this point to celebrate was by letting out a small laugh of delight at the satanic spectacle taking place in every direction all around her. It was the will of her God being forced upon these dejected beings who rebel against him. Though, she would not have long to bask in the glory of this apocalyptic scenery. From the corner of her right eye, she noticed a rather strong spiritual presence much different from the masses of generic soldiers, human sheep, demon's and other less powerful beings invading the city at the moment. As it got closer, she then began to recognize this person. It was the Trecera Espada from the Nuevo Espada.
"Joining in on the chaos? How fun!" Mana spoke towards Dellapero as her voice echoed throughout the area despite the noise defying sounds generated by the chaotic scene that was rapidly changing the landscape with each and every second that time passed. "And look at that, we have another one of YOUR kind coming here!" She added on while pointing her scythe at the new Arrancar whom arrived on the scene. Mana didn't think much of this challenger's appearance, but was amused by the words he spoke. The Arrancar acted as if he had the power to defy the Demon God's will. Smiling from ear to ear, Mana let out yet another laugh of pure pleasure before licking her lips from excitement.
"Withdraw? Hunny, have you bothered to look at what's unfolding around you?" Mana then went on to point her scythe towards the left and fired off another green energy blast from her scythe that wiped out a few city blocks. "This is the will of our gods coming to reality. I doubt one man has the power to stop us at this point." At this point, she paused and pressed the index finger of her right hand against her lip. "Though, it is cute and very exciting that you wish to defy us. I look forward to the battle you and Dellapero will have!" Licking her lips; she imagined the bloodshed these two fine men would create and grinned slightly before Johnathan Walker had arrived on the scene.
Watching him talk with the strange Arrancar who was fighting against his own kind, Mana took a quick glance down at the water below them as for a brief millisecond her eyes were consumed by darkness. "You are very confident in yourself..." Mana spoke as she started nodding her head from side to side with each of her eyes closed, but still very much aware of her surrounding if some unfortunate soul thought this was a good time to sneak attack or make a surprise move. Twirling her right index finger, Mana opened her eyes as her skin became pale white while a green reitsu was seen emitting from around her body. "I hope you are prepared to back up these claims, hun~"
Thus, Mana pointed her hand at Johnathan, while at the same time the water below them had turned jet black. Smiling still, Mana was able to control the mass amounts of water near the London Eye. On her command, a large vortex of the black water would attempt to either consume, devour or take some type of shape around Johnathan. At that point, Mana can either gradually burn the person's skin, bones, reitsu and organs off by rain or do it in one foul swoop if there is a large mass of water. And in Johnathan's situation, it was the worse case scenario. Before that happened, however, Mana also commanded her scythe to fire off multiple green energy blast at a fast rate of speed that would eventually divide into smaller blast and then fuse into one massive twister of green light. It would start below Johnthan, then above and finally around every side until it would hopefully overwhelm him.
"Fufufufufu~!" As a precautionary measure, Mana then spread the vast of amounts of water into different sections of the town just in case the Quincy had something planned. She could easily call it back into one setting with relative ease. "Touketsu, remember that one cute brown munchkin from Doom 2?" Mana spoke out two times in a prayer as she prepared to use her first Demon Spell. Upon finishing the prayers, a set of four Pain Elementals were summoned right next to Mana, which looks like this.
Each of the The Pain Elemental hovered around at a slow pace, making it easy to hit. It is capable of shooting out Psycho Skulls (of random flame color) out of its mouth, towards the enemy, firing at a rate of two skulls per second. When the Pain Elemental dies, it explodes, with three Psycho Skulls of random colorsflying out from the explosion. Mana then commanded each of the Pain Elementals to surround her at every side. "Today, shall be a good day...." After taking a brief moment to lick the blade of her scythe, an odd cloud of ash was seen forming around the blade as she smiled ever-so elegantly.
But, before Mana could indulge any further into her sick temptation, she noticed that one of her favorite members from the Kokuryuteishi had arrived onto the battlefield to fight alongside Mana. It was none other then Clarie Clixx. Mana closed her eyes and purred softly at the sensation of Clarie's body rubbing up against her back and the lick from her tongue to Mana's cheek. "Thank you, Miss' Clarie~" Mana commented with a devlish smile curved across each of her lips. "It is a work of beauty to see both of our masters work, our labor and chaos forming into one dazzling display of art. It is very beautiful!" Mana then went on to take her own defensive stance as she glanced back at Clarie.
"Let's do her best, shall we hun?"
With Mana, Clarie and Asheli united as one, this was going to be a rough battle!
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:18 pm
Moving to The Kokuryuteishi, Sin Fall And Nuevo Espada Strongholds located in International. Also, Dellapero, Kaigen and Dai have the option of spilting up from this thread and making a new thread in The Kokuryuteishi, Sin Fall And Nuevo Espada Strongholds to contiune their fight so they do not have to wait on the other people in this thread. This applies to everyone who wishes to separate as well. Simply put "[-INSERT CHARACTERS FIGHTING]THE BATTLE FOR LONDON (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)" in your title and you are ready to go!
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:20 pm
So, it had all began as expected. Some of the most powerful entitys in the vast existence of reality all in one specific location. It didn't even take ten minutes for the group to gather. The espada of the third rank heard the head of this invasion speak, her views on chaos apparently quite optimistic to the point of enjoyment, of course, her race was most likely demon, which made sense. Dellapero himself had a nuetral view on chaos. He didn't care if it occured or not or if he was to heighten it or destroy it. The results of such all depended on his orders. The arrancar now noticed the first of the grand-armies foes make their appearance before the two. It seemed this male would be his opponent simply by the fact that, judging by the power of the being, the fact their hate-filled eyes were directed at himself, and the two being of the same racial genetics, it was inevitable.
Dellapero Grance looked at the one who he would soon fight, his gaze as calm as always to the point of being near-emotionless. The individual before him had two charging cero, one in each hand, both with high amounts of power. With that, the espada concluded this anti-chaotic arrancar was a master, or atleast greatly skilled in the cero arts. Dellapero, to be honest, was always quite horrible at the technique, but then again, he never did need it because of his other aspects making up for that weakness. Now, the espada knew his own weakness and strengths, but not that of his opponent aside from the cero he deciphered a moment ago. So, the best way to win this fight, at the current scenario, atleast, was to keep a block and counter type style for a short while until he could determin the full extents of his opponent's abilities. Wether or not the opposing arrancar had the same plan was unsure, but judging from that anger, they most likly would play offencive, just as Dellapero wanted him too.
Now, it seemed a quincy-like being had shown the scene, their power above that of even his own, atleast in a overall aspect. The odd thing about this being was their feline-ish ears and the fact they would smoke a cigaret in even these times. Though, it seemed that individual was after the head of the initial attack. Very well, it seemed Dellapero would fight this arrancar one on one, just how he preffered. As time progressed, more and more people entered the area in what would seem to be entering a state of war between all things evil and all things good. It was likly other battles of similer degree were happening around the world simultaniously as well, other-wise there would most likly be more racial leaders and generals here. General reffering to captains, espada, and the such. The spiritual energy he most recognized from the hordes of combatants was that of the espada leader who had entered this chaos as well. Dellapero was surprised none of the guards or other espada were with her though. It seemed he was the only one of the faction here.
Directing his attention now fully omn his main opponent, Dellapero glared into the arrancar's eyes and spoke, his tone just loud enough to be heard by that individual over the screams of anguish. "I'm afraid that isn't an option....You see, I have my orders and can't exactly dis-obey them. I really don't give a shit for the demons, but orders are orders. Now, before we begin, I suppose it's only fair to tell who I am, of course, you may already know. My name is Dellapero Grance, I am the current Trecera Espada of the Nueva." With that said and done, Dellapero focused on the exact spiritual essence of the arrancar and prepared for that individual to attack. The first was most probable to be a use of those two charging ceros.
Dellapero Grance looked at the one who he would soon fight, his gaze as calm as always to the point of being near-emotionless. The individual before him had two charging cero, one in each hand, both with high amounts of power. With that, the espada concluded this anti-chaotic arrancar was a master, or atleast greatly skilled in the cero arts. Dellapero, to be honest, was always quite horrible at the technique, but then again, he never did need it because of his other aspects making up for that weakness. Now, the espada knew his own weakness and strengths, but not that of his opponent aside from the cero he deciphered a moment ago. So, the best way to win this fight, at the current scenario, atleast, was to keep a block and counter type style for a short while until he could determin the full extents of his opponent's abilities. Wether or not the opposing arrancar had the same plan was unsure, but judging from that anger, they most likly would play offencive, just as Dellapero wanted him too.
Now, it seemed a quincy-like being had shown the scene, their power above that of even his own, atleast in a overall aspect. The odd thing about this being was their feline-ish ears and the fact they would smoke a cigaret in even these times. Though, it seemed that individual was after the head of the initial attack. Very well, it seemed Dellapero would fight this arrancar one on one, just how he preffered. As time progressed, more and more people entered the area in what would seem to be entering a state of war between all things evil and all things good. It was likly other battles of similer degree were happening around the world simultaniously as well, other-wise there would most likly be more racial leaders and generals here. General reffering to captains, espada, and the such. The spiritual energy he most recognized from the hordes of combatants was that of the espada leader who had entered this chaos as well. Dellapero was surprised none of the guards or other espada were with her though. It seemed he was the only one of the faction here.
Directing his attention now fully omn his main opponent, Dellapero glared into the arrancar's eyes and spoke, his tone just loud enough to be heard by that individual over the screams of anguish. "I'm afraid that isn't an option....You see, I have my orders and can't exactly dis-obey them. I really don't give a shit for the demons, but orders are orders. Now, before we begin, I suppose it's only fair to tell who I am, of course, you may already know. My name is Dellapero Grance, I am the current Trecera Espada of the Nueva." With that said and done, Dellapero focused on the exact spiritual essence of the arrancar and prepared for that individual to attack. The first was most probable to be a use of those two charging ceros.
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Fri Feb 11, 2011 10:00 pm
This post is marking the seperation of Dellapero and Marcus'
fight from the main thread. The new thread is at the link provided...
http://bleachplatinumhearts.forumotion.com/t1943-marcus-and-dellapero-the-battle-for-london-main-storyline-event#9274
Marcus watched the scene unfold not but moments after his own arrival, several others had arrived, both against and aligned with this invading horde. But, the greatest relief was certainly in that of the arrival of others as strong or stronger than himself to fight the women who had approached that he himself could not combat, not for the gaps in power, but instead for their gender. No matter the corruption, no matter how cruel or evil, he could never stomach the idea, of causing harm to a woman. It was a damnable factor of his personality at times, having led to near-death experiences many a time before, but it was a choice dictated by his own moral path. But, there was certainly an enemy he could fight, the Espada before him, this man who had revealed himself as Dellapero, an Espada whose number was, in fact, higher than the faded numero he himself had tattooed upon his chest. A pity though, as it was, this Espada before him was no stronger than he himself, thus, this Espada was already weaker than he himself. In all his rage, Marcus spared himself a silent musing of smug amusement. If there was a foe this Espada could have ever been so unlucky as to fight, it was certainly he himself, Marcus, he who was once titled the Legionairre King. Burning hues of rage stared holes through this man named Dellapero, a soul piercing gaze that held within it a handful of millenias' worth of knowledge, experience and horrors. This Espada before him, would either die, or see the light of his ways this day under the might of his own iron fist.
"Your dedication to everything but yourself does only enough to announce your weaknesses to the world....Dellapero. Prepare yourself and may you die a good death this day."
Gladiatoral courtesies were recognized, and the battle was to start, a thunderous crack of sonido carrying Marcus across battlefield before Dellapero, one hand releasing a blast of crimson tide cero upon the Espada before an additional cero made the man vanish once more, behind and ever so slightly below Dellapero's position, extending his arm and releasing the second blast of cero so as to lessen a chance of total escape, two cero approaching a single point at different angles, preventing most all routes from the very start. Yes, Marcus would draw blood this day, this Espada before him would learn the meaning of power, of honor, and of the consequences of the revel in the deaths of others. Again, Marcus carried himself away, retreating from his own cero in an instant so as to prevent any possible backlash effect from the blasts reaching him, appearing well off to the left Dellapero's position.
Marcus watched with a silent gaze, hues searching and scanning through the crimson particles of energy that littered the atmosphere, his reiatsu pulsing to its absolute limit from the very beginning, the faintest of smirks ever present on his face as he remebered the full effects of merely standing in his presence, this arrancar before him, this man who claimed himself an Espada and powerful, would only find himself weakened before the presence of the man who was rightful heir to the throne that leads the hollow race, the man who had suffered under the weight of leadership so as to recreate their hollow world into something greater. Yes, Dellapero would feel that weight upon his own shoulders as he felt the very reiatsu which gave him power was weakened, that iron hard hierro so many prided themselves in, those lusterious steps of sonido and so many other reiatsu or reiryoku based techniques found weak in the presence of this man known as Marcus. In the truth of it, the entire circumstance seemed almost unfair, had Dellapero only been stronger than he in the slightest, then maybe he would've had something of a valuable chance. But now, Marcus, the arrancar that stood with no visible zanpakuto, was all but guaranteed his victory, no matter the strategy, this Espada would come to realize, all of the world's chaos would bow before the might of this arrancar with the faded number.
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Sat Feb 12, 2011 11:58 pm
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A cool wind blew through the Iramasha as he knelt there, watching the action begin. He didn't understand much of what was going on at this point, but he knew that there was something that was going to happen. He kept a careful eye on what was going on, and kept a single hand on the pendant that was hung around his neck. He may need Rei's help here, but he'd wait for her to be ready, and for himself to be ready. He only had two tries with her, and he wasn't going to waste any of them. His mismatched eyes closed, and he sighed softly. A bird, suddenly flyign towards him, tried to avoid him but couldn't, flying through as if he was invisible, just a ghost.
He looked around, carefully taking in all of the action. There were plenty of opponents. But they all seemed to be far stronger than he was, still. He was a weakling in this, and he knew it. With a soft sigh, and glowing eyes, he made sure that nobody sensed his presence. Then again, there was only one thing that would destroy his full-ghost form, and he knew that it wasn't coming, not just yet.
With a sigh, he stood up in place, and put his hands into his pockets, closing his eyes. He couldn't feel anything, the air was still in his dimension. Everything was nothing here, and that was good enough for him.
Let the safety of London be assured, my friends. For this is one of the world's last true wonders...
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:53 pm
[Johnathan Walker]
"I won't let you do as you please, and I won't let the human world be your toy!"
-Johnathan Walker
Against those nearly impossible odds - Johnathan suddenly chuckled, and had a slight smirk on his face. His now blood-red eyes sparkled with a determination not normally seen in any human, as the free Reishi of London wasn't as free as it should be all of the sudden - like a giant plug was pulled in a bathtub, the spirit particles and spiritual energy that was free in the air swirled towards Johnathan Walker.
This was not just his racial trait of pulling in as much Reishi as possible, but also the fact that the magazines of his guns snapped out of their holds about the same time the water started to swirl under him, clicking into place in their special out-holds, charging up more energy than Johnathan could without using this feature. A single blast of those charged guns in this form easily had the power of a strong Cero attack.
"Don't worry. I'll show you... what it means to fight humanity." Clicking the magazines back in as the energy blasts came from the front, Johnathan knew exactly what to do. This fight was not going to be easy. In fact, all odds were pointing at his demise once those energy blasts and the water from bellow joined together. His whole body and soul would be destroyed by this. The feeling of death being even nearer than usual - this was what released it. Like a storm being released, like a chained beast that was finally freed - the blast of pure white light, energy and Reiatsu that was far above what any normal Quincy used. On the chest, through his white shirt, a red, complex seal lit up, and the blood-red of the eyes turned into the bright yellow of a cat faster than anyone could notice.
Time seemed to halt in his spirit. Thoughts and talking with your other self, especially an inner spirit, was an action faster than those energy blasts and the water could even hope to be. The inner world of a Quincy was a dark place, but at the same time, it had all colors of existance in it. This was the home of an angelic spirit, and Johnathans other half. Shironeko.
Opening the inner eyes, looking at the bright, white humanoid cat-figure infront of him, Johnathan smiled. He feared death just like anyone else. But... he could ignore it. Because he had her on his side.
Nodding towards each other, they each reached out their right hand, touching each other with the fingertips. The spell that was spoken was heard even in the real world.
"Thou Art I.
I am Thou.
From the sea of souls,
We emerge."
With this, the eruption of light that happened right before the attacks could reach the target stopped. Instead of a Quincy, a true angel was now moved into the picture - short, somewhat spiked white hair with some black in it, a white longcoat with beautiful red and black rose ornaments, and two way shorter, but bright white guns in the hands, and last but not least - two majestic, blinding white wings. But actually, the wings didn't radiate light. The light was a side-effect from the massive amount of Reishi they took in all the time, turning Johnathan Walker into a walking, accumulating mass of energy that steadily grew until it erupted through his weapons.
Pointing the guns down in a matter of not even a second, both triggers were pulled. Now unified spirits, both in will and heart, there was no little mocking conversation going on in his head like normal. There was just one thing - the will to fight this demon, and to return peace to this city.
Pulling both triggers after charging first released two big energy blasts, not unlike a large-scale Cero or a Final Quincy Arrow, though weaker than the latter. However, the red and black energy blast hit the water meant to engful the Quincy, erupting in a violent explosion, as John himself shot upwards with a flap of his wings, speeding through the air. Still, the energy blasts were wide-spread enough to maybe become a problem. After all, being trapped inside of a vortex of energy was never a good thing, especially if you had wings on your back that even gave more field for attacks. Also, the demon seemed to have summoned some kind of guardians around herself.
//Quite formadible, both in defense and attack... if I slack off, I'll die. Simple as that. Flying directly at her and trying to slash her would equal suicide, just floating here will turn me into mince-meat. And that water... I don't think I took it out completely. I have to move, move, and again... MOVE!//
With that, his current course of battle was set - it was time to use Flying Style, the style made for pure speed and slowly wearing down the enemy. The downside, obviously, was not being able to release real large-scale attacks with that certain boom that finished enemies off. But for now, the alternative was a swift death.
"Flying Style..." Crouching down in the air as the energy vortex began to form, the Ziamichi-Quincy had to act fast. "All Sides Barrage!" Shooting forward through the air, folding the wings on his back together, Johnathan literally broke through the energy Vortex all guns blazing, holding down the triggers of his guns. This resulted in a constant bullet stream of small attacks, breaking away enough of Manas attacking energy to get through without being turned into a nice fine Quincy-paste. Still, small cuts appeared all over his hands and clothing, but nothing to cry about just yet. His anti-poisoning ability should be able to fend of possible infections, and Walker was quite happy about that. It was common knowledge that demonic beings liked using those.
Unfolding his wings again and shooting through the air, attempting to circle around Mana in a wide-spread maner, Johnathan continusly fired his guns at her. Of course, her shielding would most likely fend of most attacks, but if those summoned elementals now started firing skulls, the barrage of red and black petal-styled bullets would surely cause them to explode right into Manas face if she wasn't carefull.
//If one bullet doesn't kill the enemy, shoot ten! If those are not enough, shoot 100! IF that's not enough, just keep shooting until it IS enough! ROSE PETAL STORM!//
Death by a thousand cuts was surely at work here, though the actual result of death was doubtfull. Still, an experienced Quincy could fire over three-thousand arrows a second - those two guns in unison had an output somewhere between 4000-5000 smaller, weaker energy blasts per second. From the barrels, they seemingly sprouted into varius curves and slings, but all eventually aimed into the same general direction to shower Mana with raw spiritual particles, while John was flying his arc.
~Now, the battle of souls was truely starting. Who would win in a fight between one of the strongest demons, and a Quincy with enough confidence to lose half of it and still have enough to support all of the earths population?~
[Hisao Akura]
"I'm harmless, really. What? Your wallet? No idea where that is."
-Hisao Akura, the phantom thief
"Holy... shit." Backing off, Hisao quickly withdrew to rooftops farther away, as a true shitstorm started to unfold over London. This one guy who suddenly shined as bright as the morning sun, a demoness with enough power to oneshot him - this was WAY out of the boys league. Of course, he did have the power potential of the original Kuuga. But potential and actual power were quite a different story with him, since he was far away from using all forms to the maximum.
"Demons, assholes with weapons, now a giant fucking airship flies in to help... What in heaven's name is going on here? Geez, and I thought tea-time was the normal thing during the day in england. Not fights to the death against hell..." Another change quickly drew his attention. In addition to demons, Hollows were now also running rampant around the city. Well, he was weaker than those insane guys. But he still had the power to kick the ass of any foot-soldier or run of the mill Hollow, Adjuchas-class or not - a quick jab into the head with the Dragon Rod was usually deadly. But before he could jump back down into the action, something exploded - or rather, many demons exploded into pieces. Without thinking too much, Hisao made a large leap over two houses, landing on top of...
...The Jet Sliger, the vehicle another one of the heroes used to get into the action. Keeping himself as steady as possible, Hisao had to drop his Dragon Rod, which turned back into a metal pole on the way to the ground when the Jet Sliger was long gone from there.
"S-Sorry for hitching a ride without warning!" Clawing himself into the metal in his blue form, Hisao looked upwards. This armor... Of course, he was one of Karakuras very own heroes!
"You're Faiz, right? Let me help you out!" Ducking under a flying demon, he had a 'brilliant' idea... "Give me a gun or something! I am Another Kuuga!" With a gun, he could enter the Pegasus Form, and whipe out those flyers without a second thought or one moment of hesitation. The accuracy of Pegasus Kuuga was legendary. His right hand pointed at the being known as Sireshi Kitanzen, though Hisao didn't know that name.
"This guy destroyed the Big Ben! We can't let him get away with this!"
"I won't let you do as you please, and I won't let the human world be your toy!"
-Johnathan Walker
Against those nearly impossible odds - Johnathan suddenly chuckled, and had a slight smirk on his face. His now blood-red eyes sparkled with a determination not normally seen in any human, as the free Reishi of London wasn't as free as it should be all of the sudden - like a giant plug was pulled in a bathtub, the spirit particles and spiritual energy that was free in the air swirled towards Johnathan Walker.
This was not just his racial trait of pulling in as much Reishi as possible, but also the fact that the magazines of his guns snapped out of their holds about the same time the water started to swirl under him, clicking into place in their special out-holds, charging up more energy than Johnathan could without using this feature. A single blast of those charged guns in this form easily had the power of a strong Cero attack.
"Don't worry. I'll show you... what it means to fight humanity." Clicking the magazines back in as the energy blasts came from the front, Johnathan knew exactly what to do. This fight was not going to be easy. In fact, all odds were pointing at his demise once those energy blasts and the water from bellow joined together. His whole body and soul would be destroyed by this. The feeling of death being even nearer than usual - this was what released it. Like a storm being released, like a chained beast that was finally freed - the blast of pure white light, energy and Reiatsu that was far above what any normal Quincy used. On the chest, through his white shirt, a red, complex seal lit up, and the blood-red of the eyes turned into the bright yellow of a cat faster than anyone could notice.
Time seemed to halt in his spirit. Thoughts and talking with your other self, especially an inner spirit, was an action faster than those energy blasts and the water could even hope to be. The inner world of a Quincy was a dark place, but at the same time, it had all colors of existance in it. This was the home of an angelic spirit, and Johnathans other half. Shironeko.
Opening the inner eyes, looking at the bright, white humanoid cat-figure infront of him, Johnathan smiled. He feared death just like anyone else. But... he could ignore it. Because he had her on his side.
Nodding towards each other, they each reached out their right hand, touching each other with the fingertips. The spell that was spoken was heard even in the real world.
"Thou Art I.
I am Thou.
From the sea of souls,
We emerge."
With this, the eruption of light that happened right before the attacks could reach the target stopped. Instead of a Quincy, a true angel was now moved into the picture - short, somewhat spiked white hair with some black in it, a white longcoat with beautiful red and black rose ornaments, and two way shorter, but bright white guns in the hands, and last but not least - two majestic, blinding white wings. But actually, the wings didn't radiate light. The light was a side-effect from the massive amount of Reishi they took in all the time, turning Johnathan Walker into a walking, accumulating mass of energy that steadily grew until it erupted through his weapons.
Pointing the guns down in a matter of not even a second, both triggers were pulled. Now unified spirits, both in will and heart, there was no little mocking conversation going on in his head like normal. There was just one thing - the will to fight this demon, and to return peace to this city.
Pulling both triggers after charging first released two big energy blasts, not unlike a large-scale Cero or a Final Quincy Arrow, though weaker than the latter. However, the red and black energy blast hit the water meant to engful the Quincy, erupting in a violent explosion, as John himself shot upwards with a flap of his wings, speeding through the air. Still, the energy blasts were wide-spread enough to maybe become a problem. After all, being trapped inside of a vortex of energy was never a good thing, especially if you had wings on your back that even gave more field for attacks. Also, the demon seemed to have summoned some kind of guardians around herself.
//Quite formadible, both in defense and attack... if I slack off, I'll die. Simple as that. Flying directly at her and trying to slash her would equal suicide, just floating here will turn me into mince-meat. And that water... I don't think I took it out completely. I have to move, move, and again... MOVE!//
With that, his current course of battle was set - it was time to use Flying Style, the style made for pure speed and slowly wearing down the enemy. The downside, obviously, was not being able to release real large-scale attacks with that certain boom that finished enemies off. But for now, the alternative was a swift death.
"Flying Style..." Crouching down in the air as the energy vortex began to form, the Ziamichi-Quincy had to act fast. "All Sides Barrage!" Shooting forward through the air, folding the wings on his back together, Johnathan literally broke through the energy Vortex all guns blazing, holding down the triggers of his guns. This resulted in a constant bullet stream of small attacks, breaking away enough of Manas attacking energy to get through without being turned into a nice fine Quincy-paste. Still, small cuts appeared all over his hands and clothing, but nothing to cry about just yet. His anti-poisoning ability should be able to fend of possible infections, and Walker was quite happy about that. It was common knowledge that demonic beings liked using those.
Unfolding his wings again and shooting through the air, attempting to circle around Mana in a wide-spread maner, Johnathan continusly fired his guns at her. Of course, her shielding would most likely fend of most attacks, but if those summoned elementals now started firing skulls, the barrage of red and black petal-styled bullets would surely cause them to explode right into Manas face if she wasn't carefull.
//If one bullet doesn't kill the enemy, shoot ten! If those are not enough, shoot 100! IF that's not enough, just keep shooting until it IS enough! ROSE PETAL STORM!//
Death by a thousand cuts was surely at work here, though the actual result of death was doubtfull. Still, an experienced Quincy could fire over three-thousand arrows a second - those two guns in unison had an output somewhere between 4000-5000 smaller, weaker energy blasts per second. From the barrels, they seemingly sprouted into varius curves and slings, but all eventually aimed into the same general direction to shower Mana with raw spiritual particles, while John was flying his arc.
~Now, the battle of souls was truely starting. Who would win in a fight between one of the strongest demons, and a Quincy with enough confidence to lose half of it and still have enough to support all of the earths population?~
[Hisao Akura]
"I'm harmless, really. What? Your wallet? No idea where that is."
-Hisao Akura, the phantom thief
"Holy... shit." Backing off, Hisao quickly withdrew to rooftops farther away, as a true shitstorm started to unfold over London. This one guy who suddenly shined as bright as the morning sun, a demoness with enough power to oneshot him - this was WAY out of the boys league. Of course, he did have the power potential of the original Kuuga. But potential and actual power were quite a different story with him, since he was far away from using all forms to the maximum.
"Demons, assholes with weapons, now a giant fucking airship flies in to help... What in heaven's name is going on here? Geez, and I thought tea-time was the normal thing during the day in england. Not fights to the death against hell..." Another change quickly drew his attention. In addition to demons, Hollows were now also running rampant around the city. Well, he was weaker than those insane guys. But he still had the power to kick the ass of any foot-soldier or run of the mill Hollow, Adjuchas-class or not - a quick jab into the head with the Dragon Rod was usually deadly. But before he could jump back down into the action, something exploded - or rather, many demons exploded into pieces. Without thinking too much, Hisao made a large leap over two houses, landing on top of...
...The Jet Sliger, the vehicle another one of the heroes used to get into the action. Keeping himself as steady as possible, Hisao had to drop his Dragon Rod, which turned back into a metal pole on the way to the ground when the Jet Sliger was long gone from there.
"S-Sorry for hitching a ride without warning!" Clawing himself into the metal in his blue form, Hisao looked upwards. This armor... Of course, he was one of Karakuras very own heroes!
"You're Faiz, right? Let me help you out!" Ducking under a flying demon, he had a 'brilliant' idea... "Give me a gun or something! I am Another Kuuga!" With a gun, he could enter the Pegasus Form, and whipe out those flyers without a second thought or one moment of hesitation. The accuracy of Pegasus Kuuga was legendary. His right hand pointed at the being known as Sireshi Kitanzen, though Hisao didn't know that name.
"This guy destroyed the Big Ben! We can't let him get away with this!"
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:36 pm
Sireshi Kitanzen
"Oh how pathetic you humans can be."
Sireshi watched wide-eyed, tilting his head to the right and cracking his neck , watching the mighty clock topple over and fall, all sixteen stories crashing to the ground in a shower of metal, concrete, and human body parts. He quickly turned, watching the Jet Sliger approaching his location. Sireshi smirked, there appeared to be someone hanging onto it, what a fool. He turned, slowly sliding his hood back ofver his head and breathing in the air. He could feel it, he could feel the power radiating off of the enemies and allies who had come to fight for London.
Sireshi grinned to himself, no one would even be able to know he had power by looking at him. If they had seen what he had just done, sure, but as far as his reiatsu, it could be felt, at the moment, as being human level. Hardly a threat to anyone who chose to fight him, right? Wrong.
He rolled his arms, quickly walking to the edge of the roof and looking down. The humans were scattering, they were afraid, terrified even, perfect.
Sireshi turned, walking back towards the destroyed door, down the flight of stairs, and out into the streets. He stepped back quickly as a large blast of green energy flew past across the street from him, destroying every building in its path and murdering countless humans. Good, very good.
He walked slowly into the street, taking a hard right and walking down the very center, positioning himself perfectly as he walked. He slipped his daggers out of their sheaths on his hips, hidden by his cloak. The humans scurried towards him, they wanted sanctuary, or someone to help. They were desperately begging, coming to the man who looked confident striding down the rode. They came in droves, they needed help.
It made them really easy targets.
He cut them down, every one, every last pathetic human who came to him for help. There was a nice group of them around him now, and it was only after the third one fell that the rest realized what was happening and began to scatter. It didn't matter, he jumped from one position to another, running across the street from one place to the next, mindlessly slaughtering all the humans in his path. One after another after another fell until he had a nice collection of over a hundred bodies laying in the street behind him, his dagger, his cloak, and his clothing covered in blood.
It was fantastic.
Sireshi stopped, looking back and grinning widely, his blood lust coursing through him like it never has before. He laughed maniacally, facing the sky and laughing like a madman, mocking the very heavens as his hood fell off. His wide-eyes and sadistic grin now plain.
He stopped suddenly, facing the ground and sheathing his daggers. It was time, time to play.
He lifted his head, his lips parting, the words that escaped them sign that he was serious about destroying this city.
"Kokoro No Henka: 30%" He said, closing his eyes, his voice barely a whisper. The second the words left his mouth, his entire body was overtaken by shadow, turning his whole body black as his hair grew out, now stretching past his waist. He lowered his head, his eyes snapping open, now revealed to be half ice-blue and half blood-red. The right side of the right eye, and the left side of the left eye taking the red color, while the opposite sides took the ice-blue. His clothing also changed, his skin-tight black tank top now becoming longer, and baggier, and his jeans becoming more like slacks. The collar of his cloak extends, and the red trim on the cloak also is replaced by black. He smirks and laughs loudly, this was where the fun truly began.
I envy because of the heart.
I glutton because of the heart.
I covet because of the heart.
I am prideful because of the heart.
I sloth because of the heart.
I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:32 pm
[Takumi Inui||Faiz]
"i won't stray from my path anymore, as i stray, people continue to get hurt, if fighting is a sin then i will bear the weight of the sin, on my shoulders!"
Takumi continued riding onto a destination to fight a fierce opponent, and hopefully mend some of this ruckus, that was occurring all around London. So far, there was no reason that he could even conjure, in his mind. Mindless Killing, that's all this was. While he watched death happen before his eyes, memories of the little girl that helped change him into the hero he is today, began to surface in his mind. What did you say you would protect?; The people Why would you protect them; Because i'm a human, and furthermore the hero, known as Faiz. Those were the thoughts rolling over his mind, like a crashing avalanche. If he had any say in this, he would make sure that whoever caused this ruckus, would pay with their life. Currently, he knew john was fighting Mana, the strongest warrior out of the whole group that arrived, at least in his eyes, thanks to the telepathic link that the heroes had, he could easily sense, that his brother in arms, was having a show down, and fighting for his ideal of a peaceful nation. It inspired Takumi even more, so he definitely knew that his goal was sure. He couldn't help but sense another spiritual pressure, it was close, very close, almost too close... Close, and kind of near the vice captain level, but still enough to make the warrior turn around.
A mini version of kuuga, was in his vision. For a moment, he questioned if his peripheral vision was failing him, or was this an illusion caused by the opponent, no, no illusion could feel this real. He looked back and heard the voice, it sounded nothing like Yuusuke's voice, at all. It sounded a bit younger to be more precise. Now, usually if it wasn't for Takumi hearing the boy out, he would've pushed him off, and let him fall into the madness, but he could tell there was some good spirit coming from the boy. He looked at him, through the faiz visor, and assessed his stature, and body structure, whatever the case was, his body was definitely similar to Yuusuke's. "Alright...i don't really have a gun but i'm sure this can work" he said as he pulled out the faiz phone, from his belt waist, and began to input a few numbers. "Blast Mode" With that sound, the phone had now switched into a gun mode. It was shaped in the form of a gun, so it would be easy for him to change into the Pegasus bow gun. Naturally, if Takumi were to use it himself he could use them to fire out pyramid shaped laser beam's, most of the beams, having bala damage, given enough time, it could even have cero damage, but for now. Takumi put his trust in this young boy. He truly hoped he was making the right choice, in the back of his head. After that exchange, he began to listen to the boy, about what was going on so far. This was a turning point, and had actually helped takumi figure out his plan now.
"Yeah i'm faiz, but you better use that carefully, ok kid?" he said, in a slightly cool and calm tone. He always had an exuberant style, fighting as Faiz. At some points, even showing off. He looked in the direction sireshi was, but quickly could tell he was leaving his area to jump to a new one, so his plan was to simply steer the jet sliger, into a different direction. The Jet Sliger's unique design gives it unparalleled speed, maneuverability and firepower for a vehicle of its size. However, its open cockpit yields little defense, intended to be operated by one wearing a King Gear, providing its own protection. It has 5 powerful jet engines that can drive it forward at speeds approaching 1300 km/h and 3 large maneuvering thrusters on each side to allow speedy turns or fast sideways movement. Its wheels can rotate 90° left or right on their axis, allowing the Jet Sliger to drive sideways or spin 360° on the spot. It is also able to fly, hover and travel underwater, but it loses much of its maneuverability when doing so. It can also be operated on it's own. So this toy of his, was quite durable, and quite handy. So, there were many ways to use it, on land, on air and in flight, and even in the seas. Takumi was a man who could make the best with technology like this.
"Alright...i think we can handle him, but i'm gonna need you to use some strength to carry this bad girl" he said patting the Jet sliger's side. "I need to teach the man who think's he's oh so powerful from killing humans a lesson" he said, with a serious expression, his voice solemn, but his intent, deadly. There was one thing he did, and he handed Hisao, a suitcase. This held more of his power up gear, and would prove helpful in this battle, if Hisao was good at thievery. Then hiding these trinkets within his grasp's, would be no problem. It would simply be a question of how good the two could team up. After that, Takumi jumped off of the large machine, and landed down, creating a slight pulse through the ground. His Reaitsu began to rise, and he gripped his hands. He whistled, and the moment he did, a new trinket of his arrived. One that was more skilled in AL. As far as robotic technology went. Auto-vaijin, Auto Vaijin, was Faiz's Main Support Mecha and works as a Vehicle Bike as well. it has limited AL, but is quite smart on it's own, and follows the orders of Takumi down to a knot, meaning if someone attacks his friends using his Faiz Gear. The, Auto Vajin, also sports the Faiz Edge, a weapon takumi uses to slice through his opponents with precise, and damaging cuts, often meant to be finishing blows or killing blows. The System, is filled with artillery weaponry, mostly bullets, and is capable of mid air use, able to fly in the sky and hover around, coming at very convenient times, however it can become quite clumsy in some cases, often shooting Takumi himself. and other bystanders, if their not careful, but over all this robotic companion serves as a very strong help and force, for takumi. when he really needs it in those near death situations.
Takumi pushed a button, on the mecha, and put it into vehicle mode, as he grabbed the faiz edge, and began to look back at the man, who had now made his own transformation. Takumi flicked a switch over the weapon, and generated his reaitsu out through it, as it turned into what would be called in the modern day, a light saber. the Faiz Edge is a one-handed lightsaber-like weapon whose blade was made of Sol Glass. It can be used to initiate the Sparkle Cut, where Faiz fires an anti-gravity pulse along the ground (which can immobilize ground-based enemies by levitating them in the air) and overcharged the energy in the blade, allowing it to perform more powerful cuts. The damage is not caused by the blade itself, but by the energy that it discharged once in contact with the target. The damage, it produced was quite deadly. So there could be no taking him lightly, he quickly moved the saber up and moved his right and left legs forward. Ready to battle this man, while his partner for today, provided him with the necessary means to defeat him. Who would come out on top, the cool minded hero and the theif? or the man who found so much joy in the torment, that had upraised today?
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:05 pm
Myself, Agito, and Hisao (Half of silim's presence here) are now moving into a seperate fight thread.
I envy because of the heart.
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I am prideful because of the heart.
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I rage because of the heart.
Because of the heart...
I lust for everything about you.
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Re: (FINSIHED) THE BATTLE FOR LONDON! (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)
Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:27 am
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And so he retreats
to put his power to better use.
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However, below that was a new order. He looked back in the direction of the battle taking place in the sky overhead for a moment, and then at the surrounding chaos. He grimaced; as much as he hated it, he had his orders. There was little he could do here now; he was simply too far out of his league to be dealing with this at the moment. He opened a Senkai gate and vanished from London all together as he ran back through to Soul Society, and eventually to his new objective; Cairo.
Genpaku Arishima
Captain of the Special Human Task Force
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[Epic Score - No Fear]
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”Soukatsui! a voice rang out, and a flash of blue energy crashed down the street, taking many of the demons, hollows, and other enemies of the human world. There was a flash of white and silver as someone darted down the street in the wake of the kidou, leaving the vicinity of the Special Human Task Force London headquarters. To be fair, the headquarters wasn’t much to look at; a simple building with no labeling or the like to distinguish it or its purpose. However, people now flooded out of the building after the initial blur; shinigami, vizard, ziamichi, and others who now set about dealing with the invading forces. The Special Human Task Force had finally mobilized as a response to the invasion; better late than never.
Its captain was on the move. Genpaku Arishima had been the one to release the kidou as he had come barreling out of the headquarters, clearing a path for himself as he shot down the road. His senses honed in on the enemies he was worried about; those most likely in charge of this invasion. With a push, he vaulted himself into the air and landed on the rooftops to get a clear view. The Shinigami was of athletic build, his captain’s cloak hanging about his frame. His silver hair was caught by the winds of chaos that rolled through the once great city as his emerald eyes glared towards the group of commanders; the demon, the memory rosary, and the arrancar. He knew most of them from reports; high profile enemies of Soul Society and the living world. With enemies like these running around, he was surprised the rest of the Gotei had yet to mobilize. It made no sense to him, but he didn’t have the time to ponder on it.
Someone had taken up battle against the group already. There was an explosion of reiatsu as Jonathan Walker released his form and power, and launched himself into battle with the demoness. He doubted the other two would remain inactive with the battle taking place right before them as it was. Even from this distance he felt their power; they far exceeded his own, but he had known that the moment he had stepped through the gate to London in the first place. It didn’t matter; the battle would not be won by waiting for reinforcements that might never come at the rate things were going. It was possible the Gotei had declared London lost already. He, for one, wasn’t about to give up the city all that easily. However, to needlessly charge into battle was useless. He had learned in the academy the shinigami’s principle way of fighting; to strike from behind, to strike fast, and to strike hard.
Those were things he could do. Genpaku vanished from the rooftop, a shunpo carrying him to the ground level once more as he shot down the road towards the battle that was taking place. His hand wrapped around the hilt of one of the blades that sat at his side, and he drew it as he ran. These enemies that he rushed to face; they far outpaced him in terms of power. If he was not careful, he would end up dead; he may do so even if he was careful if fate was not on his side this day. His biggest advantage at the moment was the element of surprise that he held; their attention should have been held by the ziamichi launching his attack at Mana. He had one opportunity to deal a decisive blow for the battle unhindered. He planned to make the most of it. He closed the distance in moments as the ziamichi entered his stance and launched an intense volley of projectile attacks. Gen’s foot planted in the ground.
”Bankai,” he said calmly as his blade began to glow. ”Gentei Kaijo.”
The sky darkened in an instant as Genpaku’s reiatsu flooded the area. There was no wasted time as a bolt of lightning rushed from those clouds, streaking down towards the group of enemies, nothing held back as Genpaku released the full power of Raiden’s attack. An intense crash sounded through the area as banrai took effect, windows that had not shattered yet nearby did so. Genpaku appeared above where the group was, hands extended and in mid chant; he was sure that, despite the speed at which he had aimed to level his assault, one of the enemies would have managed to block the bolt from his bankai, so he’d reinforce the attack.
”On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens. Hadou #73, Soren Soukatsui!"
The massive wave of kidou rushed down at his targets as a bolt of lightning struck the captain; he activated Haiden off the bat. There was no use holding anything back at this point. He would need everything he had to come out alive out alive at the end of this. His only hope was that it would be enough to push back these invading forces. The battle had only just begun though. Genpaku vanished from his current position, making distance between himself and his opponent’s last known position as he spread his senses to detect the inevitable counter attack. Sure, he could hope that his attack had removed one or more of the enemies, but after years of battle experience he knew the likelihood of that being the case when he was dealing with enemies as powerful as these. He held his blade at the ready as he spoke.
”You’ll have to consider that my greeting for the time being; I’m not one for formalities at the moment. I apologize for butting in on your fight,” he said, the comments aimed first in general then at Johnathan Walker, though his eyes didn’t leave where the remaining enemy he hadn’t hit, the Arrancar leader, stood or where the other enemies he had hopefully hit had been.
Genpaku had a plan for the oncoming counter attack; if the attack was a melee attempt, he would shunpo in the opposite direction of the incoming attack as a second bolt of electricity slammed down on his previous location to hopefully deal with the enemy. If they launched something at him, he’d simply nullify the platform of reishi he stood on at the moment so that he’d drop out of the way. Of course he was prepared to dodge and move as needed; going toe to toe with enemies like this wasn’t something one came to do and thought that they’d stand in the same place the whole time.
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