Re: Small Trouble in Big Rukongai [Private | Saori]

Sat Jul 21, 2018 6:28 pm

Small Trouble in Big Rukongai [Private | Saori] - Page 2 Dhalia_next

DHALIA CRUSH | STEALTH FORCE MEMBER

As the members of the Asumadaito guild appeared, Dhalia stayed put and swept her hair off her shoulder. The golden blonde locks were flicked and her eyes narrowed while her smile curved. While she was not a violent person in general, Dhalia showed periods of unnerving seriousness. Looking over her bare shoulder, Saori was already acting as a link for the blonde Shinigami. With her massive blade arcing and slamming down towards the earth, the penetration started a ripple through the ground. The style of attack was not a direct attack, but more of a disruption of movement. There could be so many uses of that giant sword, cutting people in half just seemed like its original purpose.

But with the opening made, Dhalia lurched forward and fell into step with her Shunpo. Her image disappeared as she slid with her foot, lifted it and appeared in a kicking motion towards one of the others. The gang member was uprooted as Dhalia fell into step and moved onto her next target. Using the dust and debris from the collision created by Saori's Zanpakuto, Dhalia moved within the grains of dirt and began to use her Hakudo skills.

A fist came up from below where white knuckles met a solid hit beneath the jaw of an unsuspecting member. One by one they were strategically taken down with Saori acting as a disruptor and taking heat from long rang attacks while Dhalia was sweeping in to take them down. And not once did she remove her sword from her sheath out of fear of not knowing what sort of damage it could do to herself or Saori.

Even though they were attempting to help the Rukongai, the street was laid to waste by the impressive strength and might displayed by the woman with white hair. Dhalia exhausted from the battle, let her hands slip over her knees and looked around as the dust settled. Each one of them was on the ground moaning in pain but they were still not quite done. Rising to her full stature, the blonde shifted one foot in front of the other and headed back towards Saori. A gentle hand on her shoulder and a simple nod, "Great work, Saori. Although, I think we might need your cleaning expertise to help with the destruction you laid waste to it." She gave an audible laugh and squeezed the woman's shoulder with her dainty fingers before moving to one man who was attempting to get up.

The woman bent her knees into a squat and settled in a Catcher's position with her fingers weaved into one another and her elbows resting over her knees, "Well, looks like you just volunteered to tell us where we can find your leader, huh?" Dhalia said, a flirty smile on her face while the man held his gut and groaned.

"Fuck off, Bitch. I ain't giving up the Leader." Dhalia sighed and shook her head, "Seems like you need to be taught another lesson." With the swiftness of her Hoho skills, the man was grabbed by the collar, choked by her hands and her Zanpakuto was finally revealed but it slid into the fleshy shoulder of the guys arm as she thrust his body into a nearby wall.

With a shriek of pain, the man's voice elevated so that all of the area would hear his plea for her to stop. But the Zanpakuto just dug into the his shoulder more and more as she twisted and turned the blade, "I won't ask again...I hate repeating myself, Honey~" her voice was dripping with a poison that was so emotionally detached, yet sweet as honey to his ears.

He squinted from the pain and shook his head. Dhalia sighed, he was not giving her what she wanted and that was a big no no. "When a hot girl asks for something, you should do so with great pleasure. Or else she will give you great pain!" The blade continued to dig through the wound, now half of it seemed to be through his shoulder as he screamed and yelled shaking his head back and forth as the pain collected around his arm. Dhalia was in a particular mood, "Come now, baby. Tell me what I want to know~" With her hand on the hilt, the blade started to slowly pulsate. The man looked at the Zanpakuto with questionable eyes as he looked back at Dhalia.

It was not she he was looking at though, it was something degenerate, only something from the deepest reaches of his subconious would wholly find visually terrifying. His eyes widened, the expression of horror on his face before he mumbled the words that she was aching for.

With a quick slashing gesture, the Zanpakuto cut through muscle and flesh and sprayed the wall with crimson before the man lay as a heap of flesh on the ground, nursing his wound and muttering out of fear of what he saw.

Dhalia did not clean the blade, but instead she allowed it to drink and feast upon the blood before sheathing it once more. With a hop, skip and jump, the bouncy female with a wide smile rejoined her friend Saori, "I got the information we need~~"

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Sat Jul 21, 2018 10:49 pm

Saori didn't hesitate to continue supporting. With swings of her large blade, those few victims she managed to find and deal with were finished with a swat of her Zweihander's flat side. Wielding the large sword like a club, Saori did the service of not splitting people in half and painting the alleys red with their insides. Instead, each time she struck someone, the weight of the sword would casually lift them off their feet and send them hurtling back as Saori wielded the large blade with relative ease.

Sweeping away the last of the attackers, Saori flashed a lively smile at Dhalia who patted her shoulder. Saori was naturally contented, that adrenaline pounding in her heart, and that fire that raged inside was a sweet and alluring feeling. It left behind such a happy afterglow in Saori who staved off her normally fatigued and tired nature with this kind of excitement. Though while Dhalia was intimidating the man, Saori was patching herself up. She was a sturdy person despite looking so delicate, wounds that would otherwise cause some damage to normal people could be brushed off by her. Coupled with her pain tolerance being abnormally high because of her childhood, she wasn't exactly put off by these common wounds by the normal people.

Dhalia was naturally a little frightening when she was in her own mood it seemed. Saori only continued smiling contently despite the chaos of the interrogation. They were naturally out of combat, her instincts didn't need to react, though that monster lurking beneath the surface naturally raised it's head. Not wanting to interfere with Dhalia's work, she wasn't exactly sure about how much trouble these games were causing the fringe cities and settlements. She didn't really know or understand their struggles, what good or bad they caused. While she had the experience of the small uprising in her past to key her into how they acted when pushed, it didn't exactly give her a wide view into their daily lives and operations.

Instead, by the time Saori had finished dealing with her injuries and Dhalia had returned with good news, she was already starting to seem bored again. There was a bit of tiredness in her face, but otherwise maintained a lively mood as if she hadn't completely settled down once more. The promise of new excitement did serve to lighten her up a little though, as she rose up from her seated position with a small nod. "Okay, I'm ready at least. I hope we can do some real good here." She spoke, her alertness was a little different, at least this time she didn't come down from the excitement to realize she'd broken rules or gotten in trouble. She fortunately managed to restrain herself enough to stop short of a bloodbath.

Hesitating though, she glanced around to those few who were still on the ground in another world. "Do you think they'll be alright if we just leave them though? Or would hauling them off be a better idea?" She asked, not knowing the proper method for taking care of these types of situations. Who was a criminal and who was gang pressed into the fight, it was hard for her to determine at least.

Sun Jul 22, 2018 10:48 pm

DHALIA CRUSH | STEALTH FORCE MEMBER

Dhalia looked at those who were on the ground in massive amounts of pain and she shrugged her bare shoulders. She wondered what would be a good idea to do with these punks, leaving them alone to heal would probably just cause another mess and there was too many of them to haul off to a cell.

Biting down on her lip, she sighed and shook her head, "There is too many of them to take back and we still have some work to do with their Leader. We'll just have to leave them for now, I don't think they'll be going anywhere any time soon."

Dhalia leaned over at one of the men who was still injured, her hands at her hips as her icy eyes glared with a seductive yet deadly intent, "Move from this spot and you will get the same treatment as before with my Zanpakuto. That goes without saying for all you low-lifes!" The blonde Shinigami spoke up ina loud enough voice of the moans of the hurt gang members. As if to dust her hands free of the filth, Dhalia gestured for Saori to follow.

With her hand on her hilt and looking back at the white haired vixen she had noticed during their battle that she was acting different from before. When she arrived to meet Saori, she looked like she was horribly exhausted, run down and tired. When the combat started, she noticed that her combat awareness was peaking, and that bored expressionless, tired facade was melting away. That was an interesting take on her personality, she might have enjoyed the battle more than she had let on before. She wondered what else would get her excited? The thought made her tongue lick her lips, that was soemthign to explore at another time.

As the two Soul Reapers went down the road of the derelict Rukongai district, Dhalia noticed a rather large building and a rather high spiritual power resonating from within. It made her stop short of the entrance and made her gulp dryly. Her throat seemed to have lost its moisture and her body felt hotter and hotter as they drew closer.

Summoning her strength, Dhalia shouted out her terms, "Moogy Tzu! We have defeated your vagabonds and we are here to take you down and to clean out the district you have been waging war on. The citizens have had enough and so have I! Now show yourself!"

The windows of the building began to melt, as if Dhalia had provoked some kind of power the spiritual pressure from before was resonating with heat. She stumbled back, the moisture in her body feeling like it was being sapped. She placed her hand on the hilt of her Zanpakuto but the door had busted wide open with pillars of fire surrounding them. From the wave of heat came a man with a long trench coat, calm serene green eyes and short black hair.

He walked down the steps of his building and his eyes turned to meet the two Shinigami. One hand in his pocket and the other was at his midscetion where he was rubbing his fingers together in circles.

"Go home, Soul Reapers and leave me to my business. You have no hopes in defeating me as you are now. Leave before my hospitality is burned away much like your soon to be corpses." The man did not say any other word and let his threat hang in the air. But Dhalia was a little too stubborn for that.

"Ok, Saori. This is gonna be a tough battle. Seems like he can manipulate fire to some degree. Do you think you can get in close to distract him?"

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Mon Jul 23, 2018 1:10 am

Saori only vaguely followed along with Dhalia letting her make the important decisions about the people on the ground. Though she flashed them all a look of sympathy as Dhalia walked away. Reaching once more into her drooping sleeves with a hand, she pulled out a small handful of berries as she had for the children. Exactly how much she had on her... well, that would require a thorough search to truly understand, but Saori still lowered herself down before a few of the thugs forming a small pyramid of fruit for them as she spoke. "We have no real grievances with you all, for every action there is a reaction, and every choice there is a consequence, for every debt there is a collector. Please rest knowing that there is no ill will, and should we meet again, i'd like for it to be for something other then collecting your debts." She asserted flashing a faint smile before passing by.

For Saori after all, she didn't want her aggression to upset people or urge them to start another uprising. "Do you think they'll change?" She asked, catching up to Dhalia with a hum of thought, glancing back occasionally as if worried about those people. She did change, she knew she changed, and by the end the guilt bothered her a little. Even so nobody died at least... She just hoped that some good would have come from it.

Though as the heat turned up, Saori advanced without blinking much. She was a little oblivious to the threat it posed, but to compensate she didn't seem particularly bothered by the sudden change. Saori was someone who understood struggle, trial and tribulation well. If heat could send her reeling she wouldn't have made it this far at all.

Those pillars of fire however were a little different making her frown. She wasn't quite sure how to deal with these magical foes. Saori herself lacked a lot of the ability to deal with them just yet. Perhaps someday she'd find a way to make use of the chaos roiling inside of her, but for now she didn't have any tricks up her sleeve outside of trying to race and dash after her foes until they're either dead or too exhausted to persist. Turning a head towards Dhalia who asked for a distraction, Saori brightened up a bit more, flashing a small smile in answer. "I'll do whatever I can... Just try your best to find an opening before anything bad happens." She tried to reassure contently.

The more lively she became once more, the more unafraid she seemed of the flames. Not because she had unlocked some kind of skill or had thought of some way to deal with it. Instead, she always felt invincible when triggered, unstoppable, yes, she could persist through anything when she was feeling that high up and that big. Advancing, she gestured towards their combined foe as she furrowed her brow. "I can't have people causing trouble, whether for the locals, or us as the authorities. Please lay down and accept the consequences of disturbing the kind people here." She accused without hesitation.

Unfortunately, if the man tried to argue with her, Saori wouldn't pay attention or even care. She spoke words without thinking, and accused people of crimes thoughtlessly. Instead, it was more of a provocation, trying to urge the man to respond to the blind and incompetent response before dashing forward. Naturally the fires would be off putting for Saori, she couldn't block them with her Zanpakuto as she could projectiles. Instead, she swung with the flat side to create a path, using the air currents to sweep away the fire and disrupt it's path to carve a section for her to pass through. While it seemed like she was blindly charging though, her intentions though were different as she began closing the gap. Rather then advancing blindly into the fires, she'd stop, swinging her blade, first trying to kick up a dust wall as she had before, with her blade cleaving into the dirt to turn it up towards their foe.

She didn't expect such a thing to work though, not against someone who could control fire, it was naive to think that a spray of soil would be enough to put it out. Instead, with her blade lodged in the ground, she gave it a swift kick at the flat side carving a fissure into her own Zanpakuto. Splitting the blade creating a large shard, she swung her leg with a deranged grin. Uncaring of the damage she caused to her now shortened blade, she kicked that fragment towards the man sending that razor point flying towards him like a guillotine.

Wed Jul 25, 2018 7:09 am

DHALIA CRUSH | STEALTH FORCE MEMBER

Moogy glared at the woman, Saori, as she projected her accusations upon him. The man kept a hand in his pocket and shook his head and smiled, “Who the hell do you think you are? You Shinigami are far from your Seireitei. This means you are in my jurisdiction now. I shall teach you the law of my land…” The pillars of fire spun around and around causing the temperature to become increasingly hotter. Dhalia turned to her friend giving her a nod and thus their coordinated attack would begin.

It was simple, keep Moogy distracted while Dhalia would go in for the quick hits. Of course this was not like fighting a bunch of thugs from earlier; she could feel his spiritual pressure was like a furnace waiting to explode outwards and burn the world around it.

The white haired Shinigami moved with precision instead of speed, lugging her massive Zweihander like a fan sweeping it from side to side to block the pillars of fire spinning about. The man Moogy had gentle eyes, calm and serene. He did not show an ounce of aggression though he would not allow the Shinigmai to have their way; he had worked so hard to make his dreams a reality, that he would stop them at any cost. If he were to parish, then someone else would come to take his place. The corrupt heart of people always answered the call to rebellion.

While Moogy was tangled up with Saori and her Zanpakuto, he snapped his fingers causing the spinning pillars to converge around him and spin counter clockwise in a moving vortex. “Your Zanpakuto can’t do anything to me, Woman. Not while the fire’s roam free and wild to their hearts content!” He slammed his hand into the ground causing the fire vortex to burst outwards. The fire seemed to almost solidify around him almost like hot metal spikes protruding from the ground. They started to spin, causing fire to whip around viciously at Saori attempting to keep her away from him in close quarters combat.

Dhalia had moved quickly, Flash Stepping in and out of the scorched earth as she planned her attack. It seemed that his fire and spiritual pressure was more connected with the distance of his power and himself. The more the flames fanned out before him, the more intense his attacks and control was. But he was vulnerable and thanks to Saori, the ditzy Shinigami figured that maybe an overhead attack would be the best idea. “Saori! Move out of the way!” Between her fingers were several kunai as she launched them at Moogy who was preparing for a counter attack against Saori’s Zweihander. He looked up, his eyes showed a certain bored look, “Seki.” His word rolled from his tongue as the Kunai were repelled away by a glowing blue orb of light that formed over the palm of his hand.

Dhalia fell to one knee and looked up, “Did he just use Bakudo?” Her blond hair getting in her eyes as she looked on with a surprised look. As the fire roiled around his body like a dragon protecting a hoard of treasure, Moogy folded his arms, “Do you realize now that this is futile?” Dhalia grit her teeth showing frustration in her expression. She stood up and pulled her Zanpakuto out, with a brash decision like that, her attention on Moogy was snapped in half. When she went in to strike, she felt the fire and flames around her and engulfed her quickly. She burned as she was tossed away like a ragdoll as the fires created a sort of whip and launched her into the air. Dhalia fell with a thud in the dry earth around her, a small crater had formed upon the site of impact. The ditzy blonde shrugged her shoulders to dislodge herself from the debris, but her body was covered with dust and dirt as she got back up on her feet, gripping her elbow while squinting and breathing hard. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

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Sat Jul 28, 2018 6:31 pm

Saori recoiled, patting out flames that licked at her body during the clash. Though she sacrificed a portion of her Zanpakuto for the attack, the blade was an unimportant part of her weapon. Instead she focused on mitigating her injuries as she patted the flames with a sharp sweep of her limbs to put them out. Dhalia didn't seem to be doing much better as she was thrust back though. Saori wasn't certain how to break through, but she wasn't someone who was known for having a keen intellect either.

Instead, Saori stood with the remains of her blade in hand with a perplexed expression. It wasn't odd for people to be discarded by Gotei she felt, she herself was one example of someone who would be taken in and thrown out when they no longer seemed to serve a purpose. It wouldn't have been odd for him to have been a disgraced shinigami or someone who didn't complete their training. "It's hard to say. If he's strong like this, he might have been disgraced or discharged?" She commented giving voice to her suspicions. After all, someone wouldn't become capable enough to ward the both of them off with self-tutoring.

Even so though, Saori didn't want to give the man an inch, for no other reason then the fact that he stood on the opposite side from her. The higher she seemed to climb the more reasons and rationality seemed silly and unnecessary. In response to the talk about 'futile' though, Saori seemed stirred up further. Particularly after it being said that the fires raging wildly and freely would be their undoing. The thought was infuriating and frustrating, not just for Saori, but those blazing red eyes that seemed to want to swallow the world at her back.

"Freely and wildly? What would you know of freedom-- Wildness." Saori practically growled the words as if truly incensed. The source of Saori's strength had always been her emotions, the more unrestrained she acted the more that strength would vent into the outside world. The more Saori's spiritual pressure flickered wildly whipping around her white ponytail in the process she grew angrier, more infuriated. Her flickering spiritual energy raged like fire, but had such a strange rusty brown/orange color making it seem sickly and hazardous. "If you want to compete with me in pandemonium then let's struggle more!" She raised her voice as that pressure from her unsheathed zanpakuto became fiercer.

Making it harder to create wind, harder for things to move and flow. Like a tyrant baring down on the world around her, there was a conceit and arrogance in her demeanor as she puffed out her abundant chest. "I am the will of Oppression and Rebellion. Under my gaze there is no freedom and in my presence the world's vicious creatures will be docile." She raised her voice, a free but sinister grin on her face spreading wider as she swung her blade. Rather then focusing on attacking, she was flooding the combat area with that spiritual pressure, at it's center, behind her back, the silhouette of a gigantic rust colored eye opened with it's narrow slit like pupil falling on the fire wielding master. All the while, even as her burns and injuries bled, she glanced from the man to Dhalia with that same lively and infinitely pleased grin as if she felt proud of saying something cool.

Tue Aug 07, 2018 6:33 am

DHALIA CRUSH | STEALTH FORCE MEMBER

Dhalia was left with blood running down the length of her arm, the crimson liquid falling like rain droplets off her finger tips as she stood with a muted gaze. This was unreal, surely someone like this should not even be capable of such spiritual pressure. But low and behold, Moogy an incinerator of the Shinigami. She stood with her legs apart breathing heavily as her arm twisted and then she fell to one knee. She could barely stand and then Saori was starting to get serious, her spiritual pressure felt like a wave of noxious gas, a miasma that could not be described. The blonde shinigami had registered that Saori was much more powerful than she was, she couldn't do anything besides stand there and watch their battle unfold.

Moogy turned to Saori with the same bored expression as last time, "Dogs do not bark at their masters," his words would carry a tone that sounded condescending, even when her spiritual pressure was lit he would fight back with his own battle aura. Fire and flame whipped about his body, burning the ground around him as he fought back the nauseating pressure from the white haired woman. She was interesting, special, and especially fool-hardy. However, he had to take a step back when something lit up behind her, an eye that seemed to appear from nowhere. She was starting to awaken now and if she continued on like this he might be at a disadvantage.

The Gang Leader shouldered the burden, if she wanted to go all out, then who was he to stop her. One hand turned and pulled out a wakizashi from his belt strap that was hidden from his long trench coat. For the first time in this battle an expression other than boredom flushed his face. A small smirk when he took a step forward and held the blade out, "Fall from grace, Morning Star!" And with that, he let the blade fall from his grasp as it sunk into the earth. A fissure was created as a spout of fire was unleashed. It twisted and turned about his body casing him in fire and flame. There were only the crackle of flame as he stood there allowing the power to engulf his being. And from the flames he shot out covered in a burning hot aura. His skin was burning hot, his eyes were black as night, and there were six wings upon his back torn and shredded. His entire torso was exposed as he moved and launched an attack that would decimate the entire district.

"Your gaze means nothing to me, Shinigami. I will not be chained to the ground, nor will I let you cage me!" His arms spread wide over his head as he shouted, a cataclysm tore through the surrounding buildings. Everything within was turned to ash in a matter of moments as his deadly glare looked upon her. Strewn about were piles of ash where bodies once were, instantly incinerate with no chance to survive his blast. As his power waned, smoke and steam escaped his torso as if he had exhausted his power source, his spiritual pressure declining sharply.

Dhalia was left with her mouth wide open, the pure destruction and carnal rage just destroyed everything in its path. She got up on her feet, shaking slightly unable to full comprehend the attack. The wake was pure annihilation. Moogy turned as his black eyes faded once more to a more humanoid look, the broken wings once more turning back to just scar tissue on his flesh. She lifted her Zanpakuto and ran towards him, her blade going through his gut as he choked on the blood, the force and momentum of her blade dragging his body until he was launched in the air.

"Finish him, Saori! Before he finds his second wind!"

Bloodied, Moogy fell from the heavens like the Morning Star, a thin smile on his blood splattered lips as he turned to her with open arms, "You can not kill evil, because it is within all of us."

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