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ShizuoGremlin- Joined : 2011-09-01
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unstable
Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:39 pm
Word Count:259
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Faction:Soul Society
Power Type: spiritual Pressure
Power Tier: 0-3
Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
Magnolia was spat out, like a chewed up wad of gum in a land of snow and ice. She landed of course, but not in the way she'd hoped, but hell at this point? She really was not in a condition to cope with anything , yes nothing like poking or a noise around her may well have been enough to set her off. The question was however what set her to this point, her body there akwardly bent in the snow, her eyes open but not seeing much, she was close to breaking, if not already broken, there was not much . . That could explain her predicament, she was like a molotov cocktail that had just been lit ablaze and thrown but not quite exploding yet. It was a nectar of insanity she felt it in her bones, she was the grumpy grizzly close to waking up and unleashing all sorts of hell. . And ontop of that, she began to talk to herself.
Her words of course where slight, and barely more then a whisper at best, but they carried meaning and tinged by her insanity where; well quite frightening. Sweat dripped off her, eyes dug into the snow like she found the frigid cold interesting. Yes cold, infact it was like you go out you become a popsicle in 3 seconds flat kinda cold. The kind which was extremely annoying deadly, and all around unpleasant to be in, she was barely in anything her speed and flight had caused a majority of her clothes to become torn ripped tattered and looked like a sushi chef had gotten done with them, in short she was quite the site right now, and her itty bitty iceberg which is the metaphorical state of her sanity well.. it hit the titanic and sunk along with it. Meaning in short? yep she was pretty damned close to going Grade A crazy.
This was why she ran, when shit hit the fan of course she went and ran what else could she have done? It was all she could do infact, her mind was pretty much shot brain gone to slop, and screwed on the dot. Yep, it was nothing pretty what so ever infact, it was in short? Pretty god damned frightening to deal with, her alabaster skin was decorated in a florish of blossoming purple bruises from the landing, snow may have lessened it some, but that did not stop, the ice which was too fucking hard to begin with from fucking her pretty petite self up. She looked like she had gone 7 rounds with rocky and had done a F- grade job of it. Bruised and battered, she looked like a unripe fruit a fucking mess but then again it reflected her state of mind, which was.. As bad as she looked ,only ten fucking times worse.
The situation of magnolia's mentality? It was going to the dogs, her inner world in shambles crumbling a echoing shadow of its own magesty; it looked like the slums now. In short it looked like the crisis of newyork in the 70's with crime and despair rampant, and dominate. Like the shogun of fucking mental breakdowns had ran through with his mental crushing sword. Worse still was the cold, and the fact she had been spat the hell out; with no idea thats right! No, fucking, idea! of where she was? perfect magnolia was crying giggling snorting and a impish wreck. She belonged in the nut house in her current state. Her mind was gang raped:Mentally screwed? Definitivly. If mentally unstable was a work of art? She'd be the fucking monalesa, thats just how bad it was.
So yes here she was, shivering in the cold- cold which was insane, even slightly going as far as to say inhospitible? It was like the iceage times 10, it was so fucking cold infact, it could be thought to be hot! Not that any of this mattered remotely to the girl as how would she even grasp the feeling of her limbs freezing off, if she could do little more then remember her own name? If she did if magnolia had felt the cold, she might have been smarter and not laid there. Of course at this point? Her sense of reason, edicate, social standards, primal instincts, social dictations? All gone her brain was pretty empty she was at a critical point dangerously close to needing a "reset"
All in all, the situation? it was pretty damned bad and to think she had gone off the deep end from meeting kin, you know like seperated from birth? that intuition sisters have, the shock of finding someone which in all likely hood; only had as much a chance as a donkey skiing down mount everest texting on a black berry; doing martial arts and singing like slim shadey. So yes, the likely hood of her having a sister was so fucking slim, that finding out. That it was true? Was so devastating due to the influx and deluge of emotions that followed it. Magnolia had by no means a "Ideal" childhood she had a 2second one, born, in the moments of being impailed in her mothers womb. Living in death , flame and stench of burning skin. What a time as a living individual right?
Here she was now though, murmurring the whispers of "Mommy burned.. sister.. sister why sister exist.. impossible" and things like .. "mommy hates murderers.. mommy burned burned to ashes.. then fell down" even though she had enough sense previously to well? Get out of the soul society before she blew, she was laying, trying to compute the comprehensive data in the situation. No- i should say more like failing to compute, she laid there twitching; drowning in her despair until finally she just shut down. Laying there unblinking, unmoving unbreathing unthinking, hell she could have been the carrot on a snowman's face with the state of comatose she had forced herself into. Power dropping dangerously reishi dissipating oddly; it was cracks which formed on the ground . . .no inexplicably cracks - in definition hair line fractures blossomed in the area around her. She was empty of mind, the beastly prescence which was her own spiritual pressure bottled up- up inside her. Was beginning to fight its binding, and she frankly? she just had no way of supressing it, she was unstable. . and to be frank? She was about to snap this is where she froze, and curled up like she was wanting to morph into a rock no thinking, no breathing no blinking, no moving and certianly not being dead.
So what the hell would this ordeal bring?
And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
Posting music: N/A
Faction:Soul Society
Power Type: spiritual Pressure
Power Tier: 0-3
Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
Post Section
Magnolia was spat out, like a chewed up wad of gum in a land of snow and ice. She landed of course, but not in the way she'd hoped, but hell at this point? She really was not in a condition to cope with anything , yes nothing like poking or a noise around her may well have been enough to set her off. The question was however what set her to this point, her body there akwardly bent in the snow, her eyes open but not seeing much, she was close to breaking, if not already broken, there was not much . . That could explain her predicament, she was like a molotov cocktail that had just been lit ablaze and thrown but not quite exploding yet. It was a nectar of insanity she felt it in her bones, she was the grumpy grizzly close to waking up and unleashing all sorts of hell. . And ontop of that, she began to talk to herself.
Her words of course where slight, and barely more then a whisper at best, but they carried meaning and tinged by her insanity where; well quite frightening. Sweat dripped off her, eyes dug into the snow like she found the frigid cold interesting. Yes cold, infact it was like you go out you become a popsicle in 3 seconds flat kinda cold. The kind which was extremely annoying deadly, and all around unpleasant to be in, she was barely in anything her speed and flight had caused a majority of her clothes to become torn ripped tattered and looked like a sushi chef had gotten done with them, in short she was quite the site right now, and her itty bitty iceberg which is the metaphorical state of her sanity well.. it hit the titanic and sunk along with it. Meaning in short? yep she was pretty damned close to going Grade A crazy.
This was why she ran, when shit hit the fan of course she went and ran what else could she have done? It was all she could do infact, her mind was pretty much shot brain gone to slop, and screwed on the dot. Yep, it was nothing pretty what so ever infact, it was in short? Pretty god damned frightening to deal with, her alabaster skin was decorated in a florish of blossoming purple bruises from the landing, snow may have lessened it some, but that did not stop, the ice which was too fucking hard to begin with from fucking her pretty petite self up. She looked like she had gone 7 rounds with rocky and had done a F- grade job of it. Bruised and battered, she looked like a unripe fruit a fucking mess but then again it reflected her state of mind, which was.. As bad as she looked ,only ten fucking times worse.
The situation of magnolia's mentality? It was going to the dogs, her inner world in shambles crumbling a echoing shadow of its own magesty; it looked like the slums now. In short it looked like the crisis of newyork in the 70's with crime and despair rampant, and dominate. Like the shogun of fucking mental breakdowns had ran through with his mental crushing sword. Worse still was the cold, and the fact she had been spat the hell out; with no idea thats right! No, fucking, idea! of where she was? perfect magnolia was crying giggling snorting and a impish wreck. She belonged in the nut house in her current state. Her mind was gang raped:Mentally screwed? Definitivly. If mentally unstable was a work of art? She'd be the fucking monalesa, thats just how bad it was.
So yes here she was, shivering in the cold- cold which was insane, even slightly going as far as to say inhospitible? It was like the iceage times 10, it was so fucking cold infact, it could be thought to be hot! Not that any of this mattered remotely to the girl as how would she even grasp the feeling of her limbs freezing off, if she could do little more then remember her own name? If she did if magnolia had felt the cold, she might have been smarter and not laid there. Of course at this point? Her sense of reason, edicate, social standards, primal instincts, social dictations? All gone her brain was pretty empty she was at a critical point dangerously close to needing a "reset"
All in all, the situation? it was pretty damned bad and to think she had gone off the deep end from meeting kin, you know like seperated from birth? that intuition sisters have, the shock of finding someone which in all likely hood; only had as much a chance as a donkey skiing down mount everest texting on a black berry; doing martial arts and singing like slim shadey. So yes, the likely hood of her having a sister was so fucking slim, that finding out. That it was true? Was so devastating due to the influx and deluge of emotions that followed it. Magnolia had by no means a "Ideal" childhood she had a 2second one, born, in the moments of being impailed in her mothers womb. Living in death , flame and stench of burning skin. What a time as a living individual right?
Here she was now though, murmurring the whispers of "Mommy burned.. sister.. sister why sister exist.. impossible" and things like .. "mommy hates murderers.. mommy burned burned to ashes.. then fell down" even though she had enough sense previously to well? Get out of the soul society before she blew, she was laying, trying to compute the comprehensive data in the situation. No- i should say more like failing to compute, she laid there twitching; drowning in her despair until finally she just shut down. Laying there unblinking, unmoving unbreathing unthinking, hell she could have been the carrot on a snowman's face with the state of comatose she had forced herself into. Power dropping dangerously reishi dissipating oddly; it was cracks which formed on the ground . . .no inexplicably cracks - in definition hair line fractures blossomed in the area around her. She was empty of mind, the beastly prescence which was her own spiritual pressure bottled up- up inside her. Was beginning to fight its binding, and she frankly? she just had no way of supressing it, she was unstable. . and to be frank? She was about to snap this is where she froze, and curled up like she was wanting to morph into a rock no thinking, no breathing no blinking, no moving and certianly not being dead.
So what the hell would this ordeal bring?
Summarizing Paragraph Section
And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
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Re: unstable
Wed Jan 09, 2013 6:52 pm
The new Captaain of the Seventh Division had arrived in these cold lands searching for something, when he noticed the pressure of the female. Well it was sort of hard not to, her power was much like his own in some ways. He was missing an arm, but wore his Haroi much like just a cloak, letting it drape over his form now as he walked through the snow, for some reason. This man wasn't effected by it, despite wearing what some would of called a summer attire. Something way more fit for that time of year in warm days. Why was a Captain here, well he'd always been one to travel very much lucky for this female. Using a shunpo with some skill he arrived at her destination. Covering her with his haroi now he crossed his legs sitting beside her. His right arm able to touch her if he desired, but he decided against such an action. This girl was having enough troubles without people causing more mental destruction for her then touching her. But she did need to stay warm, her mind appeared rather unstable from what he could tell.
To say the male was good at reading people was an understatement now, he needed to figure somethings out. So fore the first part, he pulled his sword slightly from it's sheath, lighting several peaces of the ground into flames to keep them warm. He'd used his sword style for such things before, but it was normally used for attack not simply lighting some ground on fire to keep a young girl from freezing. Yes in his mind he was thinking pure dirty thoughts about how nice her panties must look, those sorts of indecent thoughts went through his mind ever moment. But it wasn't as though he would touch the female, she wasn't well right now. He cracked his neck, using his spiritual pressure to blow back at the wind and cold as he held them back. This was a rather lengthy work out for him to do, but to protect the life of another people did such things.
But people were strange things, animals at times but kind beings at others. Love was the largest mystery of them all. He showed a tremendous amount of skill with people and reading them. His eyes often saw the truth for what it was, he had an open mind and was sharp even according to Shunsui-san. He didn't often take into account the reason why Shunsui wanted him to be a captain. Could of been a selfish motive, but his friend was an honest man someone he did trust. He came back from the little memory, remember that he was out here in the cold with a girl.
"So, what brought you this far out, though I do have a couple guesses I won't push you if you don't wish to discuss it..People should be able to get along and understand one another without talking it out too much." He had a way with words that could reach almost anyone, he sometimes could convert enemies on to his side with just a little talk. It didn't take much for his nature and way to infect others, he made the one clan and saw one member leave now. Perhaps Jaeden's trouble was what caused him to act, perhaps that was why he did what he did. The female's pressure was impressive, but it didn't bother him any.
This was the way of things, perhaps this woman would recover soon and they could talk as person to person.
To say the male was good at reading people was an understatement now, he needed to figure somethings out. So fore the first part, he pulled his sword slightly from it's sheath, lighting several peaces of the ground into flames to keep them warm. He'd used his sword style for such things before, but it was normally used for attack not simply lighting some ground on fire to keep a young girl from freezing. Yes in his mind he was thinking pure dirty thoughts about how nice her panties must look, those sorts of indecent thoughts went through his mind ever moment. But it wasn't as though he would touch the female, she wasn't well right now. He cracked his neck, using his spiritual pressure to blow back at the wind and cold as he held them back. This was a rather lengthy work out for him to do, but to protect the life of another people did such things.
But people were strange things, animals at times but kind beings at others. Love was the largest mystery of them all. He showed a tremendous amount of skill with people and reading them. His eyes often saw the truth for what it was, he had an open mind and was sharp even according to Shunsui-san. He didn't often take into account the reason why Shunsui wanted him to be a captain. Could of been a selfish motive, but his friend was an honest man someone he did trust. He came back from the little memory, remember that he was out here in the cold with a girl.
"So, what brought you this far out, though I do have a couple guesses I won't push you if you don't wish to discuss it..People should be able to get along and understand one another without talking it out too much." He had a way with words that could reach almost anyone, he sometimes could convert enemies on to his side with just a little talk. It didn't take much for his nature and way to infect others, he made the one clan and saw one member leave now. Perhaps Jaeden's trouble was what caused him to act, perhaps that was why he did what he did. The female's pressure was impressive, but it didn't bother him any.
This was the way of things, perhaps this woman would recover soon and they could talk as person to person.
- ShizuoGremlin
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Re: unstable
Wed Jan 09, 2013 7:20 pm
Word Count:259
Posting music: N/A
Faction:Soul Society
Power Type: spiritual Pressure
Power Tier: 0-3
Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
voices.. she heard voices, ones which spoke, with certianty, her mind was shot, thinking back to the beginning, to that seal.. to her body.. her mind.. and to the burning, the endless burning. To how her mother died to how the world, had prosecuted her for something she, she was never thought to be in the first place, the cruelty was an enigma to her, the heat, the flames, they all unlocked some restraint something that had been holding her spiritual pressure in check. Something which had been better left untapped, as now there was something. Her heart stuttured and something blue hissed around her, the ground began compacting, and her dull eyes reviewed the flame. . holding pure terror in her eyes. . .
She remembered mommy, how mommy died.. mommy! MOMMY was burned to a CRISP!
from here, clouds banked everywhere and the sky seemed ready to burst at the seemes. It was not. . . persay the strength it was the pressure which slowly had built up .. her mind, magnolia's mind was on terror death con. The flames stoaked the fire of her rage, of her fear of her malice and insanity; kindling them into a blaze which was more potent then any flame. One that drove her into savagrey and a insanity mindless terror? precisely, as the sky began to dimple electricity began to slowly buzz and pop going off her like fire works. It was her staring at the flames, seeing her mother a pain which struck her? yes it did infact it , wedged itself deep into the thorn that already fucked with her mind. Her body was aglow, and her eyes widened more tears spilling over at the flames, her body was blurry within a miasma of raw power, power she often kept under lock and key . . due to its severity.
Right now though . . her cherubic mouth opened; singing soprano she screamed, screamed with a shreik like a banshee. Terrifyed, of the fire, of everything of the cold. Of the unknown? Afraid: of her mothers death. Afraid: of the flames. This is what caused the scream to be one, of pure undulated terror, her body wracked in shaking blood running from her tear ducts, the scream was viscious enough to break a normal mans eardrums like they where; well nothing more then a confetti popper. It was just that loud, and the sky? Well it was explosive crackling with a unnerving energy which was increasing more and more, she was insane, and frightened. These two things really to be honest where very bad when combined with one another. Very bad, and very fucking deadly; like a wild animal cornered thats what happened. In short she lashed out.. She wanted to stop the fire. She had to stop the fire. Fire was death. As far as magnolia was concerned anyways.
It was now, that she screamed one word, one word only though this word? it was filled with her suffering her indignation her insanity, her fear of the unknown. The knowledge of her mother dying by torching, the fire that signaled her living to die, the world that was so cruel that accompanied it. War, misery a flame akin to her eternal terror, her pain, her misery. These all fueled her cry, giving a booming prescence to the mere two words. making them have the force of a bus mentally, running into you at? lets say 50 miles an hour. So nothing to scoff at to say the least, and what where these spunk filled 2 words?. . they where..
"STAY AWAY!"
Magnolia screamed those with all her might, the ground the skys becoming immersed in spiritual pressure so immense that the hair line fractures exploded the ground exploded, the sky thunderclapped. it was only a momentairy relapse, but it was akin to a nuclear warhead going the fuck off, boom mother fucker so to speak. It was not due to power. . it was due to the nature of her power her pressure, shatter. It was because of that, that this minor laspe in restraint turned out to be so deadly the sky lit up with massive spiritual pressure. Fear filled it and the ground caved beneath it; when the blast came she of course had held her head in her hands, screaming those two words. "Stay away" released a cluster fuck that the ground felt for a long LONG distance away. Not persay from the amount of pressure in this "Flare" but because of the shattering nature of it, its potency its prominent nature to destroy, the fact that her greatest perk was her spiritual pressure, but she did snap out of it. . screaming those words snapper her out.. she was going to hurt someone. . someone a captian.. she could not let it happen.
From there admist the blast she lashed out, springing like a board, instincts drilled into her as a vice captian kicking in, in the blast her shirt had been shredded, her blue striped lacey panties showing due to her jeans going to the shredder, but she would tackle the captian violently in a sprawl of bodies, protecting him with her body, as the blast hit, the aftermath would be a massive crater much like one a warhead would leave. . it would be massive, but her vice captians band would strangely be in tact, as the ground around quaked and in short everything was blown a mile high of oblivion.
And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
Posting music: N/A
Faction:Soul Society
Power Type: spiritual Pressure
Power Tier: 0-3
Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
Post Section
voices.. she heard voices, ones which spoke, with certianty, her mind was shot, thinking back to the beginning, to that seal.. to her body.. her mind.. and to the burning, the endless burning. To how her mother died to how the world, had prosecuted her for something she, she was never thought to be in the first place, the cruelty was an enigma to her, the heat, the flames, they all unlocked some restraint something that had been holding her spiritual pressure in check. Something which had been better left untapped, as now there was something. Her heart stuttured and something blue hissed around her, the ground began compacting, and her dull eyes reviewed the flame. . holding pure terror in her eyes. . .
She remembered mommy, how mommy died.. mommy! MOMMY was burned to a CRISP!
from here, clouds banked everywhere and the sky seemed ready to burst at the seemes. It was not. . . persay the strength it was the pressure which slowly had built up .. her mind, magnolia's mind was on terror death con. The flames stoaked the fire of her rage, of her fear of her malice and insanity; kindling them into a blaze which was more potent then any flame. One that drove her into savagrey and a insanity mindless terror? precisely, as the sky began to dimple electricity began to slowly buzz and pop going off her like fire works. It was her staring at the flames, seeing her mother a pain which struck her? yes it did infact it , wedged itself deep into the thorn that already fucked with her mind. Her body was aglow, and her eyes widened more tears spilling over at the flames, her body was blurry within a miasma of raw power, power she often kept under lock and key . . due to its severity.
Right now though . . her cherubic mouth opened; singing soprano she screamed, screamed with a shreik like a banshee. Terrifyed, of the fire, of everything of the cold. Of the unknown? Afraid: of her mothers death. Afraid: of the flames. This is what caused the scream to be one, of pure undulated terror, her body wracked in shaking blood running from her tear ducts, the scream was viscious enough to break a normal mans eardrums like they where; well nothing more then a confetti popper. It was just that loud, and the sky? Well it was explosive crackling with a unnerving energy which was increasing more and more, she was insane, and frightened. These two things really to be honest where very bad when combined with one another. Very bad, and very fucking deadly; like a wild animal cornered thats what happened. In short she lashed out.. She wanted to stop the fire. She had to stop the fire. Fire was death. As far as magnolia was concerned anyways.
It was now, that she screamed one word, one word only though this word? it was filled with her suffering her indignation her insanity, her fear of the unknown. The knowledge of her mother dying by torching, the fire that signaled her living to die, the world that was so cruel that accompanied it. War, misery a flame akin to her eternal terror, her pain, her misery. These all fueled her cry, giving a booming prescence to the mere two words. making them have the force of a bus mentally, running into you at? lets say 50 miles an hour. So nothing to scoff at to say the least, and what where these spunk filled 2 words?. . they where..
"STAY AWAY!"
Magnolia screamed those with all her might, the ground the skys becoming immersed in spiritual pressure so immense that the hair line fractures exploded the ground exploded, the sky thunderclapped. it was only a momentairy relapse, but it was akin to a nuclear warhead going the fuck off, boom mother fucker so to speak. It was not due to power. . it was due to the nature of her power her pressure, shatter. It was because of that, that this minor laspe in restraint turned out to be so deadly the sky lit up with massive spiritual pressure. Fear filled it and the ground caved beneath it; when the blast came she of course had held her head in her hands, screaming those two words. "Stay away" released a cluster fuck that the ground felt for a long LONG distance away. Not persay from the amount of pressure in this "Flare" but because of the shattering nature of it, its potency its prominent nature to destroy, the fact that her greatest perk was her spiritual pressure, but she did snap out of it. . screaming those words snapper her out.. she was going to hurt someone. . someone a captian.. she could not let it happen.
From there admist the blast she lashed out, springing like a board, instincts drilled into her as a vice captian kicking in, in the blast her shirt had been shredded, her blue striped lacey panties showing due to her jeans going to the shredder, but she would tackle the captian violently in a sprawl of bodies, protecting him with her body, as the blast hit, the aftermath would be a massive crater much like one a warhead would leave. . it would be massive, but her vice captians band would strangely be in tact, as the ground around quaked and in short everything was blown a mile high of oblivion.
Summarizing Paragraph Section
And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
- GuestGuest
Re: unstable
Wed Jan 09, 2013 8:53 pm
Damien saw what was coming, so fire she was frightened of it. The female was little more then a wild beast. Though she was very attractive female, he was falling and brought his hand up, grabbing a feel of the massive bust of the female as they went down. But he didn't just go down those lovely bust needed a grab and well he could die in peace now. The female seemed to be able to take the blow like he thought she would, her body was mostly without clothing now. She only was wearing a couple things, a womanizer like him stood such little chance to behaving now as he looked up at her with his eyes. He smiled a bit and his hand fell to the side now, pretending he didn't notice the grab he made. Who knows she may of let him get away with that, killing a Captain was a bit no no. Damien looked up and around, such a destructive power. He understood a bit of how it worked, she used her spiritual pressure as a weapon. Such an interesting trick, he would pry need to see if once more before he got an idea of what it did. Though he felt he could mimic the skill in some aspects.
He wouldn't bring that up to her at the moment, she was in a fragile state.."I am sorry, didn't think the fire would cause such trouble..I merely did it to keep you warm, now I know it bothers you..I sense your mind is returning to you. I am sorry again I caused you such a trouble..." This had been a rather strange day, now he was laying in a crater with nothing but a calm look on his face. Such an interesting power, she must of be blasting with her pressure and creating a large impact or shattering the surface upon hitting it. It would take him sometime to be able to mimic this move of hers, thought it would be a tricky little task to perform if he was too.
This was a strange and odd fate to meet one like her here. He glanced at the female frame now, this was simply said an amazing experience to run into such a powerful one here. "So you were running from somewhere I can gather, from your state..But what happened to you, that this doesn't appear normal for a Vice Captain."
He wouldn't bring that up to her at the moment, she was in a fragile state.."I am sorry, didn't think the fire would cause such trouble..I merely did it to keep you warm, now I know it bothers you..I sense your mind is returning to you. I am sorry again I caused you such a trouble..." This had been a rather strange day, now he was laying in a crater with nothing but a calm look on his face. Such an interesting power, she must of be blasting with her pressure and creating a large impact or shattering the surface upon hitting it. It would take him sometime to be able to mimic this move of hers, thought it would be a tricky little task to perform if he was too.
This was a strange and odd fate to meet one like her here. He glanced at the female frame now, this was simply said an amazing experience to run into such a powerful one here. "So you were running from somewhere I can gather, from your state..But what happened to you, that this doesn't appear normal for a Vice Captain."
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Re: unstable
Thu Jan 10, 2013 4:44 pm
Word Count:259
Posting music: N/A
Faction:Soul Society
Power Type: spiritual Pressure
Power Tier: 0-3
Favorite Lyrics:"Go back to sleep. . . Go Back To sleep." - Counting bodies like sheep to the Rythym of a war drum: By a perfect circle
She felt the touch of a hand, feeling her bust as she tackled the captian; this cold perverted hand was feeling it, her breasts. Magnolia just did not know what to do, how to react she was more then anything else in a state of being ashamed with herself, she had let loose and almost blown up one of the captians. Even a perverted one like this? It would be a serious crime, a big no. no. Which is why she seemed to let it slide her radiant skin which glowed like the snow, perfect and unblemished. This Alien touch stirred up a cluster fuck of emotions inside her, a kind of yearning and a kind of pleasure, both blossoming from the feeling of the "feel" though she also was dismayed, maybe alittle disgusted at the perverted man before her? Most certianly she was, and most certiantly she was willing to for atleast now? to let it go, she had nearly blown the man to oblivion afterall.
Here in the snow covered peaks, now was a crater a sign of the damage something out of control going off, it was a pretty damned big one at that. Maybe alittle unstable? Certiantly it was, with rock debri and terrain change so suddently; made the ground pretty precarious at best, and down right untraversable at the worst. So it was kind of a iffy place to be standing to say the least; but it could have been much worse? There could have been a lake or something below, hell she could have caused a volcanic eruption if they had been over a magma chamber. So all in all? She considered herself pretty damned lucky that the damage was, as centralized as it was, and she was releived as fuck for that. Her mind, was clearer now to boot, and she felt.. minus the perverted captian which just grasped her bosom possibly. Around 80% functional which was favorable from the 5% that she had been functioning at moments ago.
Now though, she bit her lip the soft tissue and teeth sucsessfully stoping her from gasping aloud in that soprano voice she was blessed, and maybe abit cursed to have. a messy curly blond cascaded around her and obscured the upper torso of this "Captian of squad pervert" Of course, her lips curled into a easy smile one that showed gratitude and relief at the same time. A easy smile that was sincere and heartfelt, of course it did however bring out the subtle radiance about her, accenting her unworldish charm with a smile fit for a succumbus. That is to say, white pearly and flawless if you couldn't guess already. She had propped herself up using her hands to bolster herself as she found herself in the odd circumstance of being sprawled apon a man she knew less about then she did about why men where stupid. so in short very little indeed.
Up front the questions popping up in her mind, where coming in like pop ups in a browser. They one by one where canceled exited, or backkeyed from looking for the question that would answer the most of her questions. But at the same time be short; sweet, and convey her shock on the situation. Who are you pervert? No, that was too rude. "Who are you and why do you have your hand glued to my breast? Too akward. "Who the hell are you?.. ". . . close but no cigar there. Magnolia settled for the age old question of "Who are you? " it seemed simple enough, and straight to the point.
So she asked in her mature, and kind of music sing song of a voice, asking it slowly as to make sure . . well? Make sure that the pervert wasn't also unable to understand "Words" since that would just be her winning the lottery wouldn't it? Anyways she kept calm and cool, she owed this man alot more then she could freely admit without turning tomato red. so anyways what she said as she reached up, stopping a free falling bra strap before- she put it in its rightful place against her collar bone.
"Who are you"
Now though, there was another factor she was painfully aware how close she was to the mans "Crotch" the pelvic crowned jewel of testosterone driven males. Where their fruit's and ego's tended to be born from, since sadly most steriotypical guys where like a kenpachi, Certianly alot of brawn. But painfully little brain, as was the case with most warriors. So now, as the sun was to her back, she had sat readjusting herself but still she was ontop of the man of course propped up like she was. Her eyes illuminated in the current background. a eye of sapphire blue, as free as the sky- and a eye of amber gold. All in all, she didn't quite know what to make of the situation but she did want to clarify something, or more prudently afirm something. Which was why she inquired. .
"So.. i nearly erase you from the face of the earth, and your reaction is to grope my breasts?.. .Its odd really, that a perverted captian like yourself would be the one to snap me out of it . . and.. what happened . . hum .. that i will not answer especially to a dude who gropes my breasts, though i will let it go because i did nearly blast you to oblivion . ."
She said all of this, then paused. .but still gazed down at the man, waiting to see well? What kind of reaction would ensue.
And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
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She felt the touch of a hand, feeling her bust as she tackled the captian; this cold perverted hand was feeling it, her breasts. Magnolia just did not know what to do, how to react she was more then anything else in a state of being ashamed with herself, she had let loose and almost blown up one of the captians. Even a perverted one like this? It would be a serious crime, a big no. no. Which is why she seemed to let it slide her radiant skin which glowed like the snow, perfect and unblemished. This Alien touch stirred up a cluster fuck of emotions inside her, a kind of yearning and a kind of pleasure, both blossoming from the feeling of the "feel" though she also was dismayed, maybe alittle disgusted at the perverted man before her? Most certianly she was, and most certiantly she was willing to for atleast now? to let it go, she had nearly blown the man to oblivion afterall.
Here in the snow covered peaks, now was a crater a sign of the damage something out of control going off, it was a pretty damned big one at that. Maybe alittle unstable? Certiantly it was, with rock debri and terrain change so suddently; made the ground pretty precarious at best, and down right untraversable at the worst. So it was kind of a iffy place to be standing to say the least; but it could have been much worse? There could have been a lake or something below, hell she could have caused a volcanic eruption if they had been over a magma chamber. So all in all? She considered herself pretty damned lucky that the damage was, as centralized as it was, and she was releived as fuck for that. Her mind, was clearer now to boot, and she felt.. minus the perverted captian which just grasped her bosom possibly. Around 80% functional which was favorable from the 5% that she had been functioning at moments ago.
Now though, she bit her lip the soft tissue and teeth sucsessfully stoping her from gasping aloud in that soprano voice she was blessed, and maybe abit cursed to have. a messy curly blond cascaded around her and obscured the upper torso of this "Captian of squad pervert" Of course, her lips curled into a easy smile one that showed gratitude and relief at the same time. A easy smile that was sincere and heartfelt, of course it did however bring out the subtle radiance about her, accenting her unworldish charm with a smile fit for a succumbus. That is to say, white pearly and flawless if you couldn't guess already. She had propped herself up using her hands to bolster herself as she found herself in the odd circumstance of being sprawled apon a man she knew less about then she did about why men where stupid. so in short very little indeed.
Up front the questions popping up in her mind, where coming in like pop ups in a browser. They one by one where canceled exited, or backkeyed from looking for the question that would answer the most of her questions. But at the same time be short; sweet, and convey her shock on the situation. Who are you pervert? No, that was too rude. "Who are you and why do you have your hand glued to my breast? Too akward. "Who the hell are you?.. ". . . close but no cigar there. Magnolia settled for the age old question of "Who are you? " it seemed simple enough, and straight to the point.
So she asked in her mature, and kind of music sing song of a voice, asking it slowly as to make sure . . well? Make sure that the pervert wasn't also unable to understand "Words" since that would just be her winning the lottery wouldn't it? Anyways she kept calm and cool, she owed this man alot more then she could freely admit without turning tomato red. so anyways what she said as she reached up, stopping a free falling bra strap before- she put it in its rightful place against her collar bone.
"Who are you"
Now though, there was another factor she was painfully aware how close she was to the mans "Crotch" the pelvic crowned jewel of testosterone driven males. Where their fruit's and ego's tended to be born from, since sadly most steriotypical guys where like a kenpachi, Certianly alot of brawn. But painfully little brain, as was the case with most warriors. So now, as the sun was to her back, she had sat readjusting herself but still she was ontop of the man of course propped up like she was. Her eyes illuminated in the current background. a eye of sapphire blue, as free as the sky- and a eye of amber gold. All in all, she didn't quite know what to make of the situation but she did want to clarify something, or more prudently afirm something. Which was why she inquired. .
"So.. i nearly erase you from the face of the earth, and your reaction is to grope my breasts?.. .Its odd really, that a perverted captian like yourself would be the one to snap me out of it . . and.. what happened . . hum .. that i will not answer especially to a dude who gropes my breasts, though i will let it go because i did nearly blast you to oblivion . ."
She said all of this, then paused. .but still gazed down at the man, waiting to see well? What kind of reaction would ensue.
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And this would be where the summarizing paragraph, would go. So look here for the general idea of things if you get lost in the complexity of a post.
