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Oi! Get Off Me Lawn! [Zephyr/Laskt]
Thu Jan 21, 2021 10:28 pm
THE RISEN DEMIGOD
T'was just another day in this wild wonderful world. The birds were singing, the snow was falling, and a Hollow's patience was being severely tested by a particularly curious and reckless man. The small Hollow continuously had pebbles flung at it randomly, much to the beast's irritation. The source of these haunted pebbles wouldn't be apparent to the creature, though Zephyr was making a little game out of how long he could irritate the creature until it found him.
He was going for about five minutes at the moment.
Zephyr refused to make things easy for it; any time it came close to finding his hiding space, he'd have a pebble hit it from a completely different direction, luring it away.
'Zephyr, don't you think this is a little unbecoming of you..?'
"Oh come now, it's just a little fooling around; am I making it too unfair?"
'Zephyr...'
"Oh fine.."
Suddenly, the man would burst from the bushes, hands cupped over his bandaged mouth, and hollered as loud as he could,
"SAY HOLLOW! YOUR TORMENTOR IS OVER HERE! COME AND GET A BITE OUT OF ME, IF YOU CAN STOMACH IT THAT IS!"
The already pretty irritated being practically lunged for him the second he popped out, causing the man to duck out of the way of it's advancement,
"Woop! Did you really think it'd be so easy- Aah!"
He hopped out of the way several times of it's snapping jaws, until he took one large leap upon a tree branch,
"Goodness gracious! I suppose you speak over your buddies with how prone to interruption you are! At least, I think you do? Do you even speak? Not sure i've ever heard one of you speak..."
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Re: Oi! Get Off Me Lawn! [Zephyr/Laskt]
Mon Jan 25, 2021 7:11 pm
PREPARE TO ENTER THE VIZARD'S POST
Meeting in the Snow
Fate was a strange thing.
Even as the half-god carelessly needled the corrupted soul among the swirling soul, several black robed figured fought for their lives against the very same. They were neither heroes nor villains, nor did they possess the power to topple mountains or drain seas. They were but simple Shinigami, fighting and bleeding for the cause that was the purpose of their existence. Only a few of them possessed the ability to activate their Zanpaktou's powers, and even the ones that did could barely produce a few sparks or tongues of flame, not nearly enough to hold back the Hollow onslaught.
Laskt watched the pitched battle from the top of a hill, letting his feet swing idly in the breeze as he noted every aspect of his subordinates' technique. Captain Yoshitsune had been right when he said the Combat Division needed a good battle or two to shake out the cobwebs. Laskt hadn't wanted to believe it, but rank and file of the Fourth Division were painfully inexperienced when faced with a enemy even slightly above the norm. Sure, they might be good for freshly formed Hollows or even ones that had devoured a handful of souls. But when faced with the older kind, they had no recourse.
Sighing, Laskt got to his fleet, blurring into motion with his Zanpaktou in hand. One by one, the Hollows were dispatched with clinical efficiency, often not even having time to register the threat before the Vizard ran them through. When it was done, Laskt stood in front of his group, shaking his head in mild disapproval. "I see you still require more practice before you can be entrusted wiz a sector to patrol. Do not worry, it is not somezing you will be punished for, merely a fault to be.....gently corrected. I will talk wiz each of you individually once we return to Soul Society." He finished, flicking his Zanpaktou at the open air with a sharp flick of his wrist, opening the Senkaimon home.
The Vizard was about to follow his exhausted soldiers through the portal when a strong Reiatsu prickled at the edge of his Spiritual Senses. He turned sharply, "Return to ze barrack, I will handle zis."
Laskt burst from the trees a few feet away from the Hollow, his Zanpaktou forming a glittering line as he attempted to take the Hollow's head from its shoulders. The knight would turn to face the strange being,"Good evening Monsieur, my name is Laskt Matiche. May I ask why you are playing keep away with ze corrupted soul of a human?" The knight asked cautiously, not quite sheathing his blade.
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