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Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:14 pm
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An array of warm and cool tones clashed with one another cascading the sky with a photogenic scenery rival to a form of art, the sun's rays ricocheting off the sands of the Sahara creating the vibrancy of a fresh day. One that would, with high hopes, set him on the proper path to rekindling the flame that had dwindled in the breeze of time. Hopes to rejuvenate the time that had been lost, humanity breached his inner core to see this through to the end.

Torabevu held a vision of his death being akin to dying for a worthy cause; unwilling to let this vision slip away that he had kept since youth. Not by something so simple in resolution as to finding someone that could draw his strength out of him once more. He needed to gain some resolve to relight the fire in his heart, and it was all a matter of finding someone capable of such. He cared little as to how they went about affairs. He sought results. While it all appeared a bit forced, it was paramount. Barriers had captivated the hopes and dreams of a youthful warrior. Whether they be mental or physical and here, beneath this gradient of beauty and within this Titanium architecture, he would decimate them for eternity. Letting the crumbs fall through his the fingers with a sense of satisfaction and honor.

The next step on his journey brought him to Vastime a lush and vibrant home to many. Traveling through the country, experiencing the life that existed among the Titanium clad land. One could easily see the populace was happy to be where they were. Peace tingled the hairs of nostrils, and the vibe carried from border to border, not missing a single soul. He would have to travel to the King's Chambers to further his selfish whims.

Having an acceptional knowledge of the routes from prior research and briefing before his departure, he'd make his way to the Headquarters of Vastime. With the morning dew still feeding the skies, officials migrated to their day job. The man draped in an unconventional Shinigami's garb stood in wait for an opportunity to make his way inside. Unsure of the security measures, he'd wait for the crowds to die down. Now was a good of a time as any to sneak in a few chapters, anyway.

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Sat Jun 29, 2019 7:34 pm
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There was men when they walked, crowds parted from their very presence. Like that of minnows seeking to avoid being in the path of a great white. Many of the men who invoked such a will where large and imposing men, who held frames which looked like they could crush mountains with their hands. Seldom was there a man who was cut lean, their skin pulled tight over a lithe frame. Coiled around muscle and sinew, no excess fat or muscle only what they needed to survive within the field, or in combat. But when such men did arrive, when their presence was felt, people would move briskly to avoid their wrath.

Such a man was General Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum. A proper title made by the king himself, one of the five created and bestowed upon loyal citizens of the realm. But the name Bellum, was derived from the latin word which meant war. It was often a quiet remark that said between soldiers and citizens alike that General Decter unofficials monikers of 'The warhound of Vastime' or 'The Duke of War' provoked mythical responses. That a man so young could become such a distinguished soldier, one known for their ruthless and practical methodology. One who was also known for their gallantry in battle, and front line leading ability, as showcased by his knighthood- but most recently the loss of his left arm.

That was the figure which the crowd parted for, a man of some height with a lean frame. Wearing a uniform which was Vastimian in nature, holding the insignia of a general. The left sleeve folded and button'd to the shoulder as the only person who had not moved as a shinigami, one who look absorbed in their book. If he was offended, or cared, he show'd nothing on his face. The only thing which indicated any level of emotion was the smooth tenor which spoke with professionalism.

"Are you here as an envoy from the gotei, or personal matters?"

The world seemed to silence as he spoke. While he was no one like that of Shadin Yuudeshi, Mana Asthavon, or those godlike figures which ran the world he was dangerous in a difference sense. He was a man who held the hearts, and the fears, of the people in this nation. When it came to influence, and his aura he protruded there was one thing clear;

He was a man to be cautious of. A wolf, or hound, among sheep to act either as their shepherd or devourer. And his sights, had been squarely set upon this shinigami.





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Sat Jun 29, 2019 9:39 pm
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"Hm?"

The desolate hum of his pressed lips as he breathed in confusion of the gangway that was created around his vicinity. His face was peppered red, not out of embarrassment, but for the steamy imagery that his novel entailed. Faint whispers of the city's oligarchy began to break the silence in response to his confusion and what seemed to be a blatant disrespect to the General of Vastime.

Taking a moment to recollect himself, stow his entertainment and recall the words spoken toward him. "Ah, well then, familiar with the Gotei just as I was briefed. An envoy, well... perhaps, but I would say this leans toward personal more so the former. Torabevu Kuchiki." He extended his hand briefly, realizing it may be improper. He was unsure; he brought it up awkwardly saluting his hand unsure of what to do. Thus, he'd reach his arm out once more. "And if I may ask who you might be? Clearly, someone important for something as simple as this to become a spectacle." A light grin pushed his cheeks with delight for the newly made acquaintance to come.

The introduction seemed to be a more prosperous meeting and first impression than what he conspired with Mifune, that was near absolute. It seemed to be prosaic, straight to the chase. Very professional, to say the least. Though, Torabevu was unable to foreshadow the upcoming events.

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Sat Jun 29, 2019 10:53 pm
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Ah, that name was familiar. Not because of any personal exploits but simply due to professional curtsy. Atlas recongized the name for being affiliated with such an old and noble family, one which had a say in the way the soul society was run. So naturally he had committed their names and various power positions to memory. They where nobles, foreign ones but he supposed their positions would be respected given their close relation to Vastime.

The corner of his lips tugged into an upward slash, of which some would call a smile as a single gloved hand extended taking their own. A steady shake was given twice before releasing it, with only mild formality. It was enough to indicate their talks could be taken with ease. He'd open his mouth to speak, a smooth tenor refined in it's soft drawl.

"I am Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum, General of the 1st Expeditionary army; acting secretary of war."

It was a brief introduction of his titles and offices, more of a formality than any grand standing. It was important in their line of business to know exactly the functions someone performed. But none the less he'd look around at everyone with mix-matched eyes, one an almost vibrant mechanical blue and the other a deep brown. With that it was enough to send everyone on their way leaving the men to converse alone to the standard observer, in reality he was sure there was eyes and ears everywhere be it from his political rivals or allies.

"I can offer you escort inside if that is what you seek; it would be rather rude of me to leave a man of your stature standing in the sun unattended."

He'd take a single step, polished boots clicking onto cobble stone throwing a glance of his shoulder expecting him to follow. The smile which was on his lips replaced by something which looked like a smile, but was nothing at all like one.

"And while we walk, you can convey your business here, Torabevu Kuchiki."


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Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:26 pm
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Ah, yes. It was none other than the Ace Attorney himself, the man responsible of the justified prosecution of the insane Oda Tatsuya. The case stood out to him, which was the first time the Vizard race had sparked a sense of intriguement to his soul. Putting a face to a name he could recall the entire case in specific details, more specifically the lack of comfortable seating within the establishment. His tailbone ached at the thought of the hard wooden surface upon his posterior. He could take a lesson or two on the caliber of his introduction, keeping it punctual without delving into useless information as Tora usually did himself.

The firm grip of the gloved hand spoke with silence and spoke fathoms of his character with the single action. He could tell the man was an intelligible being, seeing it first hand as well. Not to mention powerful, as he was able to cast away the dwindling spirits with a single gaze. Torabevu couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by the obedience of the men and women, as well as his ability to command without a single word.

A simple nod led with a soft, quaint gaze would send the approval of the escort. Torabevu couldn't help but notice the man's inability to smile properly, rather comical, but he'd not let it break his mantra. "Of course, General." His words met in compliance for the militant leader as he hastened his pace to match shoulders with Atlas. "I was sent here of my decree, with the guidance of Ulv Auber, in search of a vetted warrior that could perhaps bring me back to my prior self." He casually glanced at Atlas as he spoke, a constant tendency during a non-frontal conversation. "Without getting too far into the specifics, I've only recently started carrying my sword with me after nearly a millennium of being out of the field. It seems my strengths have faded since." He continued, his left hand caressing the guard of his blade as he spoke of it. "I was directed to finding your King, Hayden Desmond, in the events that he would hear out my proposal and assist me. It's a rather selfish request, I understand, but I'd leave no debt unpaid. I assure you." The words would ring with a vibrancy that held capabilities of laying trust to a swindler. "Surely a man of your stature could arrange a meeting perhaps?" His persuasive ability probably wasn't the best, but he wasn't confident about how else he would accomplish a meeting with a King. It wasn't like he could knock on his door and request such a thing.

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Sun Jun 30, 2019 12:39 am
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"His Majesty, Desmond Hayden."

The man seemed to invoke the name carefully, a soft reproach to his voice as he corrected the order his name was said in. Naturally he left out the full royal title and name out of the conversation. But besides that he listened carefully as they stepped into the inside of the military base, soldiers going about their daily business ranging from transporting documents, training, or simply having a lunch/smoke break. The entire setting was a mixture of civilian personnel acting as the civic side and a military side all mixed together. But as they made their way deeper, revealing a large amount of land encompassed by the walls of the fort.

To Atlas this man spoke with a charm which he would expect to see within the Cortes, he would surely fit within the sliver tongued men who graced such a place. What was more important however was the audience he sought with his kingship, and the purpose behind it. That caused a genuine smile to grow on his face, a small thing which was more amused than anything else.

"I'm afraid his majesty is currently busy with wedding plans along with a war; yet, I may have a solution for you."

Punctual was a good way to describe the way he spoke, an elegant undertone which never came anything close to crude or rude. Able to deftly weave his words to fit the agenda he had, something they perhaps shared among other things. The eyes of Atlas would dip to look at where his arm used to be before setting onto Tora.

"I may be of some assistance, people believe me to be deft at the saber and pistol. Though I have been robbed of my arm, it would also serve me persist in my training. It is in the spirit of Vastime to overcome a minor setback like this."

It may be strange for someone to refer to their arm being removed a minor setback, one who seemed intent on not taking any sorta enhancement to mitigate that. But like the true embodiment of the spirit of Vastime such was the life he chose to live; and with these two warrior dedicated to improving their craft they could easily be of use to one another.

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Sun Jun 30, 2019 6:15 pm
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A small amount of sorrow was portrayed upon Torabevu's face when he was corrected upon the orientation of the King's name. Though, he could tell that it was just a formality among anything else.

As the two traveled among the fortress, Tora couldn't help but shift his gaze to the personnel that carried on their daily duties. It was a much more productive environment than that of the Gotei, that was for sure. Yet, the Gotei was full of beings that had lived for many lifetimes and the energy of these lesser beings was surely a well-tuned machine compared to the laze of the Gotei.

"Ah, a wedding, how wonderful. Not so much can be said for the latter, but I can't say that I am being of any help in the shape I am. That is why I have made it a duty to resubmit myself back into the field." Torabevu spoke with a stern epitaph to his former self, growing intrigued by the solution that Atlas was to present to him. Displaying the fruits of his own battles, exposing his missing limb and gesturing it to be a minor set back. No, being sentenced to desk duty was a minor setback, losing a limb was something much more crucial. He could tell that the man was ironclad in his duty to serve, Tora could respect that. Yet, he couldn't help but give a slight wince of pain and a hiss to the sight and thought of losing an arm.

"By the Soul King, you're completely mental. Respectable, to say the least." Torabevu popped his Zanpakuto by the guard with his thumb, loosening it from its sheath. Readying his hand upon the hilt of the blade, gathering himself a stance to show approval of his offer. "Shall we take this elsewhere then, or will here be fine?" The excitement began to lift the hairs upon his limbs, a chilling sensation raising the hairs on his neck. It had been some time since he was able to put his skill to trial, and he was ready.

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Sun Jun 30, 2019 10:58 pm
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A thin slash across his lips seemed to indicate his amusement, that predatory grin which adorned his features. They stood in a courtyard of sorts when their walk abruptly ended, one of the many which seemed scattered through the base. But there was bystanders those who saw the shinigami begin to draw their blades, and for the briefest moments a few of them looked prepared to draw weapons on him. As if the ingrained training which sat in their bones bid them to act, but then they saw the general. Those eyes which seemed in control of the situation, and they knew at that moment what had happened.

A duel had been issued, and accepted.

"Here shall suffice, it is common practice for duels to arise. We have invested to make sure such things do not harm bystanders or property."

In that moment he'd feel the very faint tugging in the back of his mind, the sensation occurred when a usage of Vastimian Energy Bank was invoked. As a high level member of the military he held almost unilateral control only superseded his the royal families themselves. But around them a brief flicker of blue would be seen as a dome seemed to encapsulate them separating them from the outer world. They could fight to their heart content within the courtyard, with personnel to watch or go as they pleased.

The look on Atlas face seemed to indicate nothing, only that he was staring upon his enemy. As those miscolor'd eyes gaze at Tora only a singular idea was exhibited; how to best destroy his opponent.Within the mind of the warhound he had already began to analyze the situation of how to best incapacitate the man. That small time frame allowed him to create a course of action, then act upon it. One may think that the one arm'd man may wish to draw the saber on his left hip, or the pistol on his right but in that was the predictable course of action.

Instead, as his opponent hand rested upon the handle of their weapon Atlas would chose to eschew a weapon entirely. A single step was taken as the sequence of events would transpire, performed quickly at an almost blinding pace. His arm would move at the same time, four fingers extended with his thumb tucked, as the tips of his fingers brushed against against his forehead. The rotation of the hips, his arm quickly straightening out the extended fingers closed into a fist moving barely any distance. His arm locked out. Hip fully rotated. Foot stepping.

Should the quick punch land, Tora would find an unproportional amount of force into the fist. The action was done explosive sure, but the distance between them hardly allowed for that much force. In reality, it was pure technique being exhibited as he performed one of the more widely known techniques of Jeet Kune Do. A one inch punch which perfectly focused all the users power, and if executed properly could send someone flying backwards. And of course, Atlas d'al Decter had aimed to perform this squarely on his forehead. Furthermore, a small explosion of flame would occur once he fully closed the fist to further amplify the force. The bright red flash could potentially screw someone vision if completely caught unaware.

Once all of that was performed, and if some distance was created between them Atlas stance would change slightly. His been seem to coil tight as he took a slightly crouched stance, his arm locked in a right angle as it it hung at his chest level. His body waving slightly as he seemed to bounce around a bit never quite standing still.

"Come, and break yourself upon my wall."

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TORABEVU KUCHIKI


Vastime was such a marvelous place. To think that such a place existed where you could just drop everything that you were doing and be subject to a fit environment to spar with one another, or even settle your differences. What a place, Torabevu couldn't help but marvel at the measures taken to ensure the calamities of their skirmish was subsidized to one specific area. Limiting the casualities to an absolute zero and the damages to a minimum. It was all so impressive and Tora was severely impressed, taking a glimpse around the area as events were beginning to unfold.

He'd not let the technology of the country void his mind for too long, as the tenor of his opponent seemed blood-thirsty. As though Tora were a gazelle grazing upon the land and Atlas a fierce lion, protecting his territory after a long slumber, corrupt from the disturbance placed before him. He could remember the whispers among the stands speaking about Atlas, calling him the "Warhound of Vastime" and Tora could see the precise definition right to the title right before him.

A quick and decisive measure was taken toward Tora, a mantra of movement that was so precise and clean-cut that he'd be unable to react. Expecting the man to grab for the saber or the pistol upon his waist, was entirely thrown off guard by the unarmed attack. His battle prowess had descended, not taking the fight seriously enough from the getgo. Not being able to sense the surprise attack as he could feel the trained fingers sweep upon his forehead, a blinding-heat causing a nuisance to his optics as the fingers balled to a fist with haste and drove into his skull with high tenacity. A groan cracked the crushing sound of the fist slamming into his dome. His legs were driven from underneath him as they followed suit to the direction his head implored, seeking an escape from the force shoving him away. His body wrangled the courtyard's grassy terrain, the smell of burnt hair tingled his nostrils as his eyebrows were synched from the heat of the punch.

Torabevu stared upon the sky for a bleak moment; depression seemed to consume his being. He didn't feel as though he had entered a leveled playing field. In seconds he was sent to back, without even being able to produce an ounce of resistance. It was true that he was entirely overwhelmed by the heat of the battle, and it had only just begun. Malice crept through his nerves, taking control of his mind. He couldn't stand the condition that he had let himself get into, but did he carry the bravado to overcome it? There was no telling. His many years of living he held many regrets, and those regrets didn't coincide with failure. No, they lived within chances that were given to him, but he didn't accept. They lived at that desk in the Gotei, not here in battle. Now was not the time to add another regret to the list. Now was the time for retribution.

Bringing himself to his feet, he readied himself once more. His left eye shut from the blood that trickled from his split skin. Wiping the excess, he drew his eye open to see the warrior bouncing. "Come, and break yourself upon my wall." Tora couldn't contain himself, the excitement that once resided in him returning once more. He brought his Zanpakuto to the frontlines, letting it be an extension of his will as his body surged forward toward his opponent. He anticipated the distance brought between the two would be to make use of the pistol on his hip if Tora were to charge at him. He would do just that, pressing his rear foot with a ferocity. Whether or not he would attempt to fire at him or come at him with an attack of his own, he would flash step to his flank and execute a quick and decisive slash to remove his other arm. He would bring the blade down and up around the extremity just beneath the elbow, his body moving with the flow of his sword. If he were to miss the swing, he would follow through with his strike and then step forward pressing the blade against the abdomen of the tower before him, pressing onward in the same direction gaining a strategic placement before he waited for his opponent's next move.

While the feeling was fresh, he wished to concrete the burning that was etched into his heart. He'd not take a moment to revel in the previous moments but continue forward repeating the same feeling of satisfaction over and over again until it was charred into his entity. His mind was clear, but his movement felt rustic. Perhaps the blood of his new foe could lube his battle sense.

"They say that walls are built to see who has the strength to knock them down, I intend to be that."


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The WARHOUND

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Opponent fury stoked.

Attack to be expected.

Proceed to next phase of battle.

One had to take the time to admire the shinigami resolve, a man who sought to improve themselves. It was almost enough to stoke something in the general, perhaps in another life this shinigami would've made an admirable vastimian. But for the moment Atlas would assist him the best way he could, through dipping his untempered body within the flames of conflicts to eventually harden them. Once this battle was finished he hoped that this man would walk away with a core of iron, for even if he walked away defeated or hurt, he would have the foundation needed.

But that was not the current struggle of which mattered, instead the eerily calm face on Atlas was all he was greeted by. The disappearance of the shinigami and reappearance was something to be expected, their high speed movement. The next matter was to determine where they may strike, and if he placed some faith in his body. He did, it was why as the shinigami brought the blade forward that Atlas's augmentative powers would reveal themselves. The reason he didn't go for a weapon, or another strike immediately, was in predication that this man would come to attack again.

As if to further cement that Atlas had even go so far as to offer the challenge, perhaps goading the man further. But if one paid attention to his words, the precise nature of them they would discover his attention. Stone wall, was after all incorporated into the mythology of the man.

For the perspective of the shinigami as they brought their blade down, intending to slice his good arm off, he would find it connecting. One would expect it to slice through sinew and muscle, cleaving bone, but instead the blade would stop in place as a sharp noise was heard. The type of noise when metal crashed into stone or metal works illicting a few sparks. In that moment Atlas had snap formed his Stone Wall Defense utilizing his energy to form the augmented defensive stone.

The phrase, break yourself upon my wall, seemed to make more sense now.

The stone would begin to crawl from his arm beginning to quickly engulf Atlas. The blade most likely having been stopped in place, unable to follow through with the swing, would force him to withdraw most likely. But in that moment Atlas would begin his second phase of counter attack. Utilizing the momentary lapse in combat an explosion of firery energy would be felt from his feet, clearly using this as the means for a charge up since he was within counter attack range. Atlas body would flip backwards essentially, similar to a cartwheel kick, as a brilliant explosive arc of fire followed his feet aiming straight for Tora's chin. The combined force of Atlas weight, the stonewall defense, and the solar hurricane kick would more than likely be a devastating counter attack.

At the apex of his height, Atlas singular arm would finally do the most easily expected thing. It would straighten out gripping at the holster of his pistol, quick drawing the firearm. The sound of the discharging weapon would be heard twice, as Atlas fire the weapon twice- his body completely inverted at this point. At this moment he seemed to have gained quite a bit of air, easily at the height of a street sign at his lowest point. But as he up righted, he would begin his descent towards the ground the weapon beginning to train it's sights on Tora once more.

"You shall have to try harder."

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