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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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 Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 5:58 pm
Post an RP Sample and I will get back to you. ^^
Oh. and good luck. ^^
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:06 am
Hitsauke Yujimura, the beginning...
2:15 AM EST...
Sunday, Nov. 12, 1997...
BOOM... BOOM!!... BOOOOM!!
The noise began to increase as if it were closing in, shaking the trees and forcefully causing birds to scurry off in stray winds heading off toward the north.
In center of a forest stood a male with a piece of lumber crudely strapped to his shoulder. The approaching noise seemed to have captured his attention, prompting a reflex that lead him to leap off of the ground and into the air, slicing into the strong beam of light created by the full moon. His form cast a shadow, covering the ground below. "What's going on here? That's much too loud to be any type of animal I've ever encountered in this forest..." He concluded as his body began to twirl as it headed back towards the surface. The booming noise was now a mere few feet away, By the time he landed, a huge figure appeared before him, growling. The volume of this growl itself was enough to rattle the ground beneath him. Hitsauke was startled, to say the least, standing upright in a state of mental paralysis.
"What the hell is that!?" He exclaimed as he turned to run away. It was truly inevitable for him to try an escape at this point. The large figure had awkwardly oriented powers that allowed it to reappear in Hitsauke's path, extending a long monstrosity of a hand to try an grab the young man. Luckily, Hitsauke was able to avoid being grabbed by this pale white hand. "Argh!!" He grunted during his escape. The pressure created by the sheer force of the black entity and it's swing blew Hitsauke into the trunk of tree. His back crashed violently into the tree, forcing up mucus with traces of blood scattered throughout it. If there was room for an escape on foot in the beginning, it was now gone. Hitsauke went to lift his hand in order to push himself up, but it was a lost cause. The pain of his injury was immense.
"What a terrible way to be destroyed! AHHHH!!" He screamed out. The entity went on a mad dash, streaking toward Hitsauke with its hand extended as if it were going to rip Hitsauke apart. "GRAAAAH" It blurted out as it was just a few feet away. At this point, something occurred. A flashing light overpowered the scene, freezing time it seemed. Hitsauke was still with his back against the tree, cover his face with both arms in hopes that this would protect him from fatal energy. A few moments passed before he realized that something had happened. Slowly, both of his forearms began to lower. Cautiously, he began to open his eyes to see what was going on. To his absolute surprise, the huge beast was frozen there, completely immobilized.
Suddenly, a soft spoken female voice pierced his ears, speaking gently into his ear. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't find a way to get to you in time.." She said. "Wh-what?" Said Hitsauke as both eyes shot to the left side of his face. There stood an attractive woman with a basket of flowers filled to the top with a white floral arrangement. She was dressed in an all white kimono fell well past her feet and rested on the ground. "Who are you and what are you doing here?! You've got to escape!" He ranted. Again, he tried to stand, but failed. "I'm so sorry!" She screamed. As she did so, tears began to fall from her face and onto the sleeve of her Kimono. "What do you mean 'Sorry'? You've done nothing wrong."
Hitsauke looked up at her when he noticed her approaching him. She made it to his side, placing a hand over his shoulder. In her free hand was a rose. A what rose to be descriptive. "Take my hand..." She said. The was truly bizarre. The woman had walked clean into the path of Hitsauke and the beast and took a knee. "It's okay, you can trust me, Hitsauke." She said as the tears began to cease. "What's going on, did you stop that beast from devouring me somehow?" He said as he extended his hand to the woman. "Yes, I did." She replied. As their hands connected, a beautiful white light filled the forest, blinding Hitsauke. By the time the light had faded, the woman was gone and shards of what appeared to be glass were in Hitsauke's palm.
"Where did you go?! What's your name? I owe you my life, lady!" He said. Now, he was able to stand up under his own strength. He did just that, looking down at his palm. Unknowingly, he looked down at his palm again and dropped the shards onto the ground before his feet. The shards penetrated the soil. Again, but this time only slightly, a light shinned through the soil. Within a few seconds, a white rose sprouted, fully opening up as it did so. Following this was the soft voice of the woman. This time, she was nowhere to be found. "That, Hitsauke Yujimura, is the right question." She whispered. Hitsuake took a knee before the glowing white rose. With further examination, he plucked it from the ground ans sniffed it. The smell was orgasmic. Again, the woman spoke to Hitsauke. "My name is Katsuki Uchiri..."
Hitsauke heard this name and repeated it to himself underneath the volume of the typical outside voice. The rose the fused with his right forearm and shed its petals. The stem then took the shape of a hilt within Hitsauke Yujimura's palm. From the tip of the hilt sprouted a beautifully crafted blade the gleamed in the sunlight. This was nothing short of a magnificently orchestrated optical phenomena. Winds increased and white rose petals rained down on Hitsauke's form. Once the sword had fully taken shape, the beast was animated again and on the attack. "I don't know what's going on, but I thank you, Katsuki Uchiri." He said softly to himself.
What happened next was instinct, a mere impulse to protect. Hitsuake's movement was fluent, precise, and as elegant as the petals the followed him forward. With a slight diagonal swipe with the katana, Hitsauke sliced the beast in two halves, spewing gray particle of energy into the abyss. Hitsauke's slender body moved through the light produced by the moonlight, illuminating the grounds below, catching the attention of campers who watched in astonishment. His movement was synchronized perfectly dancing remains of the roses. He danced with these flowers into the night.
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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:22 am
I get butterflies when I hear the DJ...
Playing the stuff I like...
And I fall deeper in love with every song he plays...
He's got a place in my heart... Accepted....
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. . .
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true. . .
My guilty pleasure. . .
I ain't going no where. . .
Baby... long as you're here...
I'll be floating on air cause. . .
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I... don't wanna wake up from you. . .
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 7:33 pm
Heheh... sorry, this ones completely irrelevent and has pretty much no ending. But I just worked it up quick like. If you want me to I could work up a relevent one if that's what you were looking for. ^^;;
Naoto watched his enemies from across the street, atop of a building. He was tempted to go down and eliminate them all himself, but with so many of them, along with their leader, he would not last long enough to cut the roots of their organization. The noise coming from the street was distracting, a petty brawl had broken out, and Rogue, another Seviathan that was under Naoto, was trying to regain the solemn mood of the street. The back of his coat floated lightly in the air and his black hair flowed in harmony. His gloved hands in his coat pockets, just waiting, waiting for a signal or some sort of sign from a higher up. But he knew that on a night like this nothing would be allowed to happen, everyone knew all too well the quality and quantity of the evil in that room, and who knows how much around it. He was kept hidden, his aura was too much to camouflage completely though, and it gave of a weak pulse, that of a new born Seviathan one would suppose. If he had it on full release, it would undoubtedly cause havoc and the targets would become spooked and would come for him all at once.
His thin face was barely illuminated by the street lights and the occasional passing car, the only clear thing ever visible was his ankles if they were lucky enough to spot them. He thought about if his vehicle would still be in one piece, being parked in this neighborhood was not in his best interest with how much crime occurred around these districts, that is why he set his home in the higher-class area, more security, and it was less predictable than the typical cheap hut, most Seviathans used for their cover. The only thing protecting his car was a energy pulse, that went off when someone other than the matching aura attempted to open it. It would send any moronic human thief and maybe weaker Seviathans flying, but he wondered if it would be able to recognize the connection between the sample aura, used for identification, and Naoto's aura, basically the key.
He watched as Rogue continued to try and make a compromise with the ruffians, sometimes hitting one of them, and telling them to calm down and leave. They didn’t exactly take kindly to his orders, and they ended up clubbing him in the back of the head. After the attack Rogue had threatened them with his gun, a concealed .44mm magnum, an unusual choice of weaponry. The men decided which was in their best interest, and decided to leave. Rogue had also disappeared into his vehicle, going back to his cover job as an officer, going to the station most likely. He didn’t hold sympathy for Rogue; it was just a part of getting used to being hit. And nothing more, he had difficulty giving sympathy to his subordinates; he trained them, and taught them everything they needed, and everything he knew about their enemy. He didn’t require himself to do anymore except protect them if they somehow became helpless in battle.
Nothing interesting happened… obviously tonight was a stale night for surveillance on the group, as it usually was on Thursdays He decided to disappear from the scene as well, and avoid any unnecessary contact with the enemy. Seeing his vehicle was untouched, he left the area, keeping a low profile as he avoided the street he had been previously watching. He wondered why they always put him on these pathetic assignments, and wasted his talents. But it slipped his mind after a short second, seeing that it was completely irrelevant at the time.
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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 9:14 pm
||Beyonce-I_AM_Sasha_Fierce ---> SwEeT dReAmS|| =D
It's fine!
Accepted! You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. . .
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true. . .
My guilty pleasure. . .
I ain't going no where. . .
Baby... long as you're here...
I'll be floating on air cause. . .
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I... don't wanna wake up from you. . .
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:18 am
"For those we have failed to protect it is not our right to question whether or not they may hear our somber requests for forgiveness. The only thing that we have left as those who keep on living is to make certain that their memories, their ideals and their lives are carved forever into history, and while not one shall leave this place alive, the fabric of time will forever reflect what has happened here. You would do well to remember this Hana. There is however one thing that must be done when the dust settles, one hollow must be left alive.
"To all Captains fighting here, leave one Hollow alive, there is much more to be learned from it before it's properly cleansed!"
Placing his left hand upon the sheathe which rested securely upon his side, he drew it out and held it slightly behind him, his arm for the most part relaxed, but at the same time more than ready to react to what variables the current situation chose to throw at him. The style he had been using for the last nine hundred plus years was one that he had learned back when he was but a child, and had modified and refined over his extensive stay within the soul society. Each mission had brought with it new experiences, and new factors when dealing with hollows which cemented into his memory. They were not like humans, they fought with a certain reckless abandon which by and large was absent from the warriors he encountered in his living days, even those who had openly confessed that they wished to die upon the battlefield, sword in hand. Even they held reservations, thoughts of their families lingering in the back of their minds, homes that they might never see again pulling on their wavering hearts. Yet Hollows, none of them had these trivial thoughts, there was only one, and it was a far stronger impulse than a thought, it was a drive, a need to consume.
Taishiji watched carefully as the hollows began to adjust their strategy, fortunately for the captains, such creatures were sloppy, what they thought to be a well planned attack was more often than not a haphazard attempt to gain the upper hand. Those who fell to such Hollows were those who allowed themselves to be caught in a careless fashion, this was something that Taishiji did his best to impress upon all those who came to follow under him. Having been raised in times soaked in blood, and fought in many life and death struggles in times of War, Taishiji was the furthest one could ever come to being careless in battle. He didn't believe in needless flourishes, in looping strikes or grand standing. He looked upon the battle field as a line from every life, to the corresponding death. With Hollows it was no different, and at times it was perhaps even easier, they were but a mockery of life, and held nothing closely as those who in life fought for their beliefs. And yet, much like a pack of animals their mentality ebbed and flowed together, but their resolve only lasted as long as their advantage in numbers stood absolute, and much like humans, Hollows were subject to fear, they were subject to desperation and they were at the mercy of awe.
The two bulls which began to charge him had an interesting idea, but he knew there was one fatal flaw that they would fall to, and that was their willingness to let the other take the first strike, and subsequently the first fall. It allowed Taishiji a bit more room to utilize his strengths, and while by and large it was far from necessary, it gave him more room to strike cleanly into the first, and then to move on to the second. And as he had predicted the first Hollow began to strike, while the second held back, it's great hove roaring towards him, with all intents on crushing the captain beneath it's great weight and power, however there was one flaw in the Hollows plan that the simple minded and driven creature could not possibly have taken into account, and that was Taishiji's experience and strength. The first step of his counter attack was rather simply and called for Taishiji to cut off the strength of the blow by lessening the distance with which the hove had to travel. Turning his body slightly, Taishiji moved towards the bull like Hollow with one medium stride step and while he raised up his sheathe to intercept the blow he pivoted his foot, so that the force would be distributed equally and not move the Captain an inch.
The hollow paused, unsure as to whether what had actually transpired was in fact the truth. And while there was a slight pause in the action, the other hollow which had not moved to strike first was too late in reacting, had it decided to move in and attack as soon as Taishiji had blocked, what happened next to the unfortunate one that had moved first might have been delayed, even if for but a moment. It was however far too late, by the time the second hollow even began to react Taishiji stepped forward, using his sheathe wielding hand he pushed aside the hollows great arm as if it were little more than that of a child, and as he created this gap in the hollows defense he stepped forward and turned into the hollow, bringing around horizontally Kunimitsu which seemed to shine for but a second as it followed the direction of Taishiji's striking arm. The cut was clean, as all of his techniques were, it only seemed for a moment that there was resistance as he continued to turn with his slashing motion; Kunimitsu's refined edge making short work of the Hollows thick mask. And even though he had so easily dealt with the first hollow, his action was not complete, the momentum he had created brought him one hundred and eighty degrees so that he now faced the second Hollow, his blade pointed towards it's hulking mask, his wrist resting around his waist, his left hand which held the sheathe slighly beneath his wrist, the sheathes end parallel to his forearm.
"Let me tell you something good, there is no such thing as arrogance in War, there are only the living and the dead. You should keep this in mind, although, soon you wont remember a thing, or at least, that is what this arrogant one believes."
Such a simple creature, so easy to taunt, especially when it was scared. The only thing that was keeping it from running was the desire to feast upon the Captains soul, no matter how improbable it seemed now, it was as if it had been turned from a great hollow into a small harmless malicious spirit, whose only purpose was to scare those who didn't understand it. It tried to force itself to move towards Taishiji, but for some reason it couldn't it could only look back at the captain. He couldn't blame the hollow for being so lost, even though Taishiji was a kind person normally, the look in his eyes was that which could freeze the surface of a lake, and pierce the heart of even the most resolute of men and turn them into cowards. That was simply the flavor of his resolve, something that could only be so acquired in war, many of the other captains were capable of looking upon their enemy with anger, some with hatred, but few could utilize such a deadly stare. It was something that could be best described as the far off mountain stare, one that portrayed the feeling that even a mountain was but a simple obstacle to be climbed over, and an opponent was something so insignificant that it was not worth looking upon, but instead looking through.
Finally unable to contain itself any longer the Hollow charged towards him, truly if anyone could feel any remorse towards it, now would have been the time. The desperation read upon it's gait, the confusion within it's clumsy swaying limbs. It was not rushing towards Taishiji to kill him, it was rushing towards him to end it's own life. He had seen this before many a time, and while it was a pitiful site, there were things that required his attention, adn thus he could not entertain the hollow any longer. He had been more than generous enough to allow them to both get in position to attack, but there was no longer any space or time for it. And thus Taishiji used what he usually did in a situation like this, suddenly he lowered his sword so that it was pointing to the ground, it was a technique that was used often to confuse the opponent, and to draw them in closer so that the attack would be all that much more affective, it was the sudden nature of the attack which made it so completely vicious. The hollow took the bait and increased the pace of it's stride, but it was all for not. Before there was even time to react, Taishiji had stepped in towards the beast, and had at the same time brought his blade back to it's previous position, and within the same fluid motion he slid his foot towards the hollow but a few more inches and thrust his blade forward, piercing the white mask, splitting it in two, the splintered remains dissipating as the rest of the body came with them. The two Hollows were no more.
(Taishiji is the Captain in this passage)
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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 2:14 pm
||Beyonce-I_AM_Sasha_Fierce ---> SwEeT dReAmS||X3
Approved! =DYou can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you. . .
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true. . .
My guilty pleasure. . .
I ain't going no where. . .
Baby... long as you're here...
I'll be floating on air cause. . .
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. . .
Either way I... don't wanna wake up from you. . .
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