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Re: Memories Flickering Upon Turbulent Winds [Kita, Hisana]
Fri Aug 30, 2024 11:43 pm
Kita Lirio
"Afraid~? You are mistaken." This wasn't fear, it couldn't be.. What was there to fear? All she had in front of her was meek prey, waiting to be destroyed in a glorious hail of flames, prey that thought it could best her by pretending to be her. A smile crept back onto her lips; what an amusing article, surely Klein would enjoy hearing of it once she was finished obliterating these sheep, "I! ME! I am Kita Lirio, the huntress! Come to tear your horrid kingdom asunder!"
That line, did she simply expect her to surrender? Ha! HA! She couldn't help but laugh, maintaining her stance even as the other party got closer, grasping her blade with two arms as the blade warmed with the formation of another Cero; Bárbara formulating on the edge of the blade opposed to the tip.
"Now perish, pretender!"
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Re: Memories Flickering Upon Turbulent Winds [Kita, Hisana]
Fri Aug 30, 2024 11:58 pm
Hisana could see the cut on their hand was regenerating. Faster than her own was. But not all THAT fast. So she'd have to be careful not to kill them. All the same, she didn't let that look of disdain falter as she closed in. Her eyes flicking to focus on the woman's hands gripping her sword. They still intended to fight. Black and purple reiryoku flared ot life along the edge of her scythe as she continued twirling the weapon. She didn't say a thing as she watched them. She'd been pulling at that deep rooted fear. Pushing Kita to sink more and more into the worst parts of herself. It didn't matter if it was consciously, the mind would still naturally connect to those old, smoldering vestiges. A slow building crescendo of fear and pressure. Of uncertainty and self doubt.
When Kita unleashed that attack, her own promptly swept up in a flashing flourish, the air burning with that brillint black and violet blaze as her own Cero Espinas swept across, and tore clean across that incomingh burst of Kita's energy. Not just cleaving through Kita's attack, but aiming to slice clean through the Zanpaku'to itself, intent on shattering it beneath the energy of her attack, intent on leaving Kita with the shattered remains of her own, seemingly feeble by comparison, zanpakuto. And if not shatter, than potentially knock clean out of the woman's grasp.
"Lo Siento." She murmured. Before the aira faded from her weapon and she slashed down in a beautiful falling crescent, aiming to slash clean down the middle of Kita's body. Not just a scratch, not just a few seconds. But a deep, sweeping cut aimed to peel out the very root of what she'd spent the last few exchanges slowly pulling to the surface of Kita's mind. Robbing Kita of the Memory altogether. She wouldn't be suddenly waking up, as if shed been teleported. But the feeling would be so much more personal. A gaping void, and potentially, the crumbling of the tree it was supporting.
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Re: Memories Flickering Upon Turbulent Winds [Kita, Hisana]
Sat Aug 31, 2024 12:20 am
Kita Lirio
The grip on her blade tightened as she swung it in a downward arc, a lashing of claw-like ceros bursting forth to assault her opponent. A smile broadened on her face as the rows of destruction tore forth, only to burst and break so swiftly beneath the gnaw of dark flames, that expression of pure mirth crushed in an instant.
She knew this. She remembered this feeling. This twisting in her chest, like a bird plummeting from it's zenith in the sky, so certain it would ascend the heavens itself, only to be torn down and dropped into the sea.
That sensation,
When that snake defiled her.
When she had disappointed her love.
When she came back to a camp emptied.
When she was banished to those cold floors deep in Las Noches.
When she...
She...
Her body threw backwards in a futile attempt to escape her opponent's grasp, her sword readied as to guard her body, only to chip and burst from her grip to clatter on charred earth, for that blade to enter her shoulder and...
...And...
Her environment didn't matter to her. She lied on the floor, deathly silent. The tear of those memories forced what was presumably doomed to be buried to the surface, active thought given to what was merely a blur within a haze of red a moment ago. Her eyes were wide, uncommunicative of the maelstrom awakened in her as her gaze rigidly fixed onto her opponent,
"..Who are you?" Her gaze was fierce, her voice lacked the playful edge of theatrics, more of a quiet growl than a mocking joy, "Are you seeking to make a mockery of me?"
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Re: Memories Flickering Upon Turbulent Winds [Kita, Hisana]
Sat Aug 31, 2024 9:34 pm
The memories washed over her like so many before had. The arrancar's eyes watched Kita as their expression grew blank. A sensation all too familiar, an expression all too palpable. The confusion that lit up the woman's features told her she'd certainly managed to garner enough. So. That's what was fueling the woman. And therein lay a wealth of disappointment. She had gotten some of the fringes. Enough to know
Who she was here for.
Like so many other hollows. She was clinging to some semblance of stability.
She reached up and let her fingers wave across her face, and the mask she'd donned dissolved into a black miasma of purple-lined reiatsu and swiling memories, and rather than looking at herself in the Shinigami's uniform. Kita would once again see the woman's true form. Hisana. Staring down at her, as she ran her hand along the edge of the scythe. A thin slick of blood left there, before it promptly burned into a raging twist of black and violet energy that dwarfed what she'd used moments before, raising her weapon up and into the air, hanging over Kita as she allowed them to feel the sudden tremendous weight of the attack.
"Bow your head. It'll be over soon."
The blade fell and a cascade of violent energy tore down and cleaved the earth before her, a deafening silence as a line of black coursed fourward, aiming to sever everything before her, including Kita if she stayed where she was.
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Re: Memories Flickering Upon Turbulent Winds [Kita, Hisana]
Tue Sep 03, 2024 4:52 pm
Kita Lirio
A pretender, through and through. Little heed was given to her surroundings, rather her gaze was locked on the strange woman before her. Confusion and speculation never took root in her mind; all she saw before her was a figure of danger to her. This sensation coursing through her... Would it be odd to say she finally understood it? As a cavern was carved in her mind and heart, it was filled with a wash of new feelings taking root, and a lacking in some, a torrent in her very soul as her body moved with a sudden blur, far and out of the way of her opponent's strike.
Ah, that was right, she had come here to reign terror on the Academy... But that recollection yielded none of her previous theatrics. If anything, she felt rather unenthused by the idea, as she came to a slight skid away from the incoming blow, needling eyes placed on her opponent... She didn't even know this, what, pitiful pet? What enjoyment was there to extract here?
"Haah? Over? What is there to end?" The Arrancar kept pace from her opponent; clearly stronger than her, clearly more capable - she was uninterested in grinding her teeth against such an opponent now, the risk was too grand and the investment in this stranger's downfall was nonexistent. With a soft scoff, she'd add, "If you are insistent on the end, you may as well lop your own head off, pet."
With that hiss taken with an oddly quiet tone, the redheaded Arrancar would suddenly burst away with a literal show of lights, an explosion kicking off her sudden departure. There was little interest in slaying a leashed dog guarding a gaggle of sop-eyed whelps.
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