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Post by Shinji Hirako on Nov 12, 2009 16:18:54 GMT -5
"It seems Shinji here doesn't agree with that idea~"
Shinji chuckled to himself as he heard those words. He released the grip his hand had held on his zanpakuto's hilt and let his arms cross over his chest. In a way, he looked almost relaxed. That blank look in his eyes, though, remained. It was an almost eerie thing to look at. There was some sort of smug smirk tugging on his lips, fore he had rid himself on his grin before the other had even spoken those words out loud.
"I see no reason why I should disagree..."
He felt that smug smirk grow into a large grin upon his face as he looked to Kusaka, hearing the answer most pleasing to his ears.
"Keep Mr. Urahara here occupied whilst I get what I need. Fight him if you want, ooor sit down and have cup of tear, either works~"
Tea definitely wasn't what Shinji had on his new agenda. His eyes slowly moved, looking back at the green-clad shopkeeper. He looked rather sad. Depressed. Maybe a bit tensed at first when he had made his appearance known. Why, though? He had no such memories of this man nor did he really seem to care right now. As his arms slowly uncrossed from his chest, he lowered his hand back down to his sword's hilt and gripped it tightly. He was waiting for the right time to strike.
His attention snapped back, completely, to Urahara, though.
"I won't let you do this. Even if I have to fight... You will not get what you seek."
"Shut up, shopkeeper," he let out in a growl from under his breath. He had sounded harsh-- commanding and bitter. It was completely unlike his usually happy self.
Whatever it was that Kusaka seeked, Shinji was not completely sure nor really cared about. All that mattered was keeping Urahara away from interrupting on Kusaka's goal, no matter the story behind it. The only thing that seemed to matter was keeping Urahara away.
"Oh, don't kill him, no need for that now, eh? Though of course, if you need to then by all means feel free."
Shinji lifted his head slowly as he pulled the zanpakuto free from its sheathe. He held its hilt even tighter than before and it held it out in front of him in an offensive manner. He spoke out the words in a sly manner, "Now that's something I can't promise you." He doubted that the man had actually cared if the shopkeeper actually died or not. The zanpakuto's position soon was fixed into a pointing manner-- pointing at Urahara. He was going to attack first and talk later.
"Shinji Hirako."
That made his grin falter slightly.
"Don't do this."
Shutting his eyes in irritation, he lifted his other hand to cover half of his face. Blue glowing particles swiftly fell down over his face, forming his mask. The pharaoh's mask formed quickly, making it even easier for Shinji to start with the advantage. Once he had taken his hand away, his hollow mask was completely concealing his still grinning face. "What's makin' a guy like you stop me?" He got into a more formal offensive posture while still holding his hilt with just one hand. "I don't even see ya trying to stop me." Shinji let his eyes open, the scleras black and the iris now a bright golden color. Hollow eyes.
"And I'll see you later Shinji, please don't die~"
That grin lowered down into a smile. He wouldn't even be scratched with how Urahara was acting right now.
"Attack if you wish, but I will not harm you Shinji Hirako."
Seeing that defensive stance had made Shinji purposely tense up and prepare to leap at him. Hearing his full name, though, had him wondering. How on earth did this man even know his full name? One part of his name was fine. It was just...odd to hear both parts of his name being spoken by a complete and utter stranger. Shinji narrowed his eyes, letting a rough snarl erupt from his lips, "Shut up already." With that, he jumped at Urahara, aiming to slash down at him with his zanpakuto's blade. "You talk too damn much. Now have some guts and fight back!"
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Kisuke Urahara
Shopkeeper
"Puh-Lease! I'm just a lowly-but-handsome merchant. How could I possibly perform Bankai?"
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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Nov 13, 2009 14:25:32 GMT -5
‘I see no reason why I should disagree...’
He had decided, this was not the same man he knew. Though while it wasn’t him speaking, the body was his and his alone. He could not fight, not when they looked, moved and acted like Shinji. But he had too remember, in this state he was just another enemy.
‘Shut up, shopkeeper,’
He frowned again, another reminder that this was not the same person. Now if only his eyes could see some one else, then he could easily stop them both. But sadly he could not.
‘Now that's something I can't promise you.’
Had he less control he might have cried out at this point, the agony of this position digging deeper and deeper. But he didn’t have time to thing as the tip of the sword was quickly pointed at him. Against Shinji he would do just fine with Benihime. But his own zanpaktou was resting in the store. He simply stood, waiting for any sudden motions or attacks.
What happened next made his heart sink into the ground. The man was calling upon his hollow powers. Alone and bladeless against a hollowified soul reaper of captain level, things weren’t looking up for the merchant.
‘What's makin' a guy like you stop me?’
When you dodge, "I won't let them cut me." At this point, words would only make it worse. He was afraid if he spoke he would let his emotions get the better of him.
‘I don't even see ya trying to stop me.’
When you dodge, "I won't let them cut me." He lowered his gaze, how could he? He simply stared, waiting for something, anything. A small way to end this unreal encounter. A small helping hand would do, and he had just the thing. His coat began to flap as an unnatural wind gather around him. Like a fountain his spiritual pressure began to trickle into every limb. While before he might have passed for a human, now the insane energy rippling from him made it clear he was anything but.
‘Shut up already. You talk too damn much. Now have some guts and fight back!’
If you attack, "I will kill them."
Bending his knees, as if to jump he held up his arms. Instead of fleeing he cried out, palm facing Shinji as he began his attack. “Hainawa!” The yellow rope of energy shot out from his palm, darting forward, beginning to circle the vizard. He closed his hand and jerked it back, in hopes of snaring the man in his trap. Jumping to the side he turned to face him once more. “I’m sorry.” He doubted this would end, or even injure him, but he had few other options to work with. Grabbing his wrist he held his hand out once more, a red sphere of energy growing. In order to stand a hope of holding him back a simple kido, even at his level, would need its incantation. “Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!” The sphere grew much larger than his hand, the edges licking like flames. “Hado thirty one, Shakkaho!” He fired the hungry sphere, the red tendrils trailing out behind it.
He would have to lead him away, but he couldn’t leave the boy alone at his shop. But if they fought here he might not have a shop at all. It was in that brief moment of thought he remembered he wasn’t the only one in the shop. But by this point Tessai would have noticed trouble and gotten Jinta and Ururu to safety. He could only hope his assumption was correct. He would feel horrible if they got caught in the middle of this.
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Post by Shinji Hirako on Nov 14, 2009 12:18:31 GMT -5
Shinji blinked slightly wide eyes as his blade didn't seem to do a single thing to the shopkeeper. Instead he saw, right in front of him, a palm. The palm of the shopkeeper. Shinji sneered, aiming to jump back once he heard the flapping sounds his coat was making. Managing to jump back at least a few inches away, it was then the Vizard noticed that it wasn't truly going to work out as fine as he had wanted it. His eyes widened even more as he watched Urahara, feeling the immense spiritual energy the other had. He tried to hold his ground-- which was truly working but not quite as good as it normally would have been.
"Hainawa!"
Hainawa?! The hell--
Before even his own thoughts could finish, he saw a yellow rope of energy shoot out at him. Shinji threw his arms over his face and attempted to jump back, thinking that the ropes of energy were meant to cause damage to him. His hand's grip increased noticeably over the zanpakuto's hilt, causing his palm to grow a bright red and feel pained. Shinji had to ignore it, though. Once he felt no damage being done to him, Shinji lowered down his arms. Looking around, he found that the yellow rope was just circling him. He turned to smile back at the shopkeeper and snicker after wards.
"Is that all you can do, just let some energy fly around me-- Ack!"
His words were suddenly stopped as he saw that the other had pulled his fist back. That's when he felt the energy suddenly grasp against him, holding him down in place with vice grip. Shinji wriggled and glared at Urahara, baring his teeth harshly. "Bastard..." When he saw him jump back, he heard the apology. In response, he just snarled out the words, "Why the hell would you wanna be sorry!?"
As he watched Urahara's movements, he now realized why the other could be sorry. But his theory was most likely wrong. Why would a man be sorry for hurting someone he never even knew? But he did know his name...
Shinji narrowed his eyes once he saw a small red sphere appearing. It then began growing.
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the nam of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on the south!"
Shinji held in his breath as he felt his skin prickle with small goosebumps. The red sphere was suddenly growing to a much larger size.
"Hado thirty one, Shakkaho!"
Seeing that Urahara had fired the sphere. Shinji opened his mouth and released a sharp cry. His eyes widened underneath his hollow mask. He wouldn't allow himself to be beaten so easily. Quickly, in an attempt to block out at least five percent of the other sphere's power, he let a small red sphere form inbetween his mask's teeth. Shinji let it fire quickly, so it wasn't much of a wide enough range to actually reach Urahara. But it was enough to prove a small threat to the sphere. Unfortunately, for Shinji, it didn't work out too well. The cero he had fired had hit against the sphere right when it hit against him. He tightened his eyes shut and released another sharp cry.
"Bastard!!"
Once he was hit and the red sphere was gone, he was looking down and panting quietly. All of his left sleeve was torn off and his hollow mask seemed to be cracked on the left side as well. It looked as if it could easily fall apart at any second.
He swallowed.
He could smell blood. He was bleeding. Shinji let his eyes move slowly to his bare arm. It was covered with bruises that almost looked like cuts. Maybe they were cuts. Shinji wasn't quite too sure anymore. Lifting his head, he looked back to Urahara while still panting. He had managed to hold his own. His hand that was holding his zanpakuto tightened even more. He himself wasn't quite sure if the yellow snare had left him.
Damn... That hurt.
Shinji let his head tilt weakly to the side as he let out a weak chuckle.
"...I almost got killed there. You wouldn't wanna kill someone you know, would you?"
Maybe it was a much more suitable time to play with the man's mental status instead.
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Kisuke Urahara
Shopkeeper
"Puh-Lease! I'm just a lowly-but-handsome merchant. How could I possibly perform Bankai?"
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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Nov 15, 2009 1:57:53 GMT -5
‘Is that all you can do, just let some energy fly around me-- Ack!’
Even in the triumph he was not joyful. He had merely set him up nicely for his next attack. Somehow, this didn’t feel right. He couldn’t believe he was fighting the former 5th captain as if they had always been mortal enemies.
‘Bastard... Why the hell would you wanna be sorry!?’
He really wished he would stop speaking, every word, every phrase, it was like a pin in his soul. But at least he had the man restrained. For now. He had no doubt that the hit of his kido blast would break the other, setting him free once more. But if all went well, that wouldn’t matter as he would be in no condition to fight. It pained him even as the kido hit, he could tell a block had been attempted, and failed. He dreaded to see the result of his attack.
‘Bastard!!’
He cringed, these words felt like swords. And seeing the damage he had inflicted didn’t exactly make him feel any better either. Sure he had damaged the mask, but he had also done considerable damage to his arm. Maybe he could end this easily, no big fight, no severe damage. Some how he doubted that. If it involved Kisuke Urahara, it was going to be big.
‘...I almost got killed there. You wouldn't wanna kill someone you know, would you?’
His gaze seemed to soften slightly. But he would not give in, he knew this game. He had to stay focused. “If you are the Shinji I know, then tell me. Why do you side with the boy?” He wouldn’t forget about the kid, but he would deal with him later. For now he had to keep Shinji occupied. Until the spell could be broken, or he could be bound and kept away from harm and then cured. He felt a drip strike his hat, grey eyes drifting upwards. The grey clouds started to drop their load, the rain starting slowly at first. Then growing, the drops striking in an almost melodic pattern. He looked back at his friend, no, his enemy.
“If you were the same person I knew, then you would know I will not hesitate.” He held up his hand again. “I will kill you, if I have too.” He would do everything within his power to keep the good man he once was proud to call a friend out of the grasp of villainy. “Rikujôkôrô.” A bar of energy shot down, shattering into six petal like beams. Each taking their place in a circle, ready to slam together and keep the man firmly in one place. The merchant would avoid attacking as long as possible. “You wouldn’t want me to hold back, so I wont.” But he had to admit, even this large amount of kido, one after the other, was tiring him. He hadn’t practiced kido nearly as much as trained with Benihime. But due to his captain level spiritual pressure he could keep going, until one of the attacks made their way through.
If any attack made it too the merchant, well he might be put in quite the predicament. For now though it didn’t seem like the golden haired man would be doing much fighting back. As far as he could tell, this was as good as done. But even for the man who was almost always right, miss judgments happened. He hoped this was not one of those times.
A puddle rippled and sloshed about as his wooden sandal stuck down on it. He took a step closer. “I told you, I wont fight you.”
[OOC: Pwee, hope I'm not killing you with Kido XD -nows it's killing me 8C-]
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Post by Shinji Hirako on Nov 18, 2009 16:18:48 GMT -5
He could tell that the shopkeeper wasn't at all thrilled about his losing. Why, though? Why wouldn't one be at least a bit more upbeat after getting the upper advantage in a fight?
Soon, he felt all of his limbs be able to move once more. He let the upper half of his torso hunch forward as his arms hung almost limply from his shoulder sockets. His hollow mask was still upon his face, albeit a bit cracked. The cracks were thin, though and barely noticeable on first glance.
Shinji managed to lift up his arm that was holding the zanpakuto. Throwing it over his shoulder and staring at Urahara with a rather amused expression, the Vizard said in a low tone of voice, "I almost lost my arm there, you know..." He doubted that the shopkeeper would actually keep an open ear any longer. To Shinji, it seemed too blalantly obvious that the other was trying to ignore him. While it kept him entertained in a way, it also made him a bit irritated because of the other treating him like he was something special.
Seeing the other's gaze soften just a little bit, he felt his head tilt more harshly to the side as he breathed out through his nostrils. This created a slight echoing sound of air hitting against a hard surface.
"If you are the Shinji I know, then tell me."
A grin inched slowly across his face as he continued to listen.
"Why do you side with the boy?"
Shinji raised a curious eyebrow underneath his hollow's mask as he heard that question.
"That's actually a rather simple answer, shopkeep..." started the man before feeling one drop land on the top of his head. Not bothering to even attempt at lifting his left arm, he looked to the side with his eyes as he continued on, "I'm rather surprised that you couldn't get this through your thick head by now..." As he kept talking, his voice seemed to grow more and more obscure. It were as if his hollow mask was obscuring his voice, making it sound more electronic than needed. That's when he felt the rain begin. Raining on his head-- raining on his bleeding arm-- raining on his controlled body. Raining on him.
His golden eyes then slowly looked back to Urahara once he felt that rain form into a close to melodic pattern upon them.
"If you were the same person I knew, then you would know I will not hesitate."
Urahara had held his hand up.
"I will kill you, if I have to."
That grin began faltering back into a more controlled smile. It was just a simple, thin line crossing over his lips. Why would it matter due to his mask concealing his face, though? It wouldn't matter at all.
"I don't know you."
The icy words quickly left his lips as he watched the area around Urahara.
"Rikujôkôrô."
A bar of energy shooting down-- soon enough shattering into a number of beams that looked like petals. Shinji found himself backing up slowly as he felt his eyes narrow angrily towards the shopkeeper. Soon he saw that they were surrounding him, aiming to hold him in place once more. Looking around with an almost calm exterior, he began speaking, "Another attempt at caging me I see..." His attention soon turned back to Kisuke, that smile no longer having any feel left in his face. It was because he was no longer smiling-- instead he was frowning in disappointment.
"You wouldn't want me to hold back--"
It was all Shinji wanted to hear after that. The rest of the shopkeeper's words were blocked out in Shinji's mind. He no longer wished to hear this man's lies of knowing him previously. He himself had no memory of the other, but why did the other? One of had to be in the right and the other in the wrong. And Shinji was hoping it was going to be him for he had no reason to be fighting for the wrong reasons.
His eyes quickly glanced about.
There was no way he could use his flash steps to get out right away. There was also the question as to how the hell he would be able to jump over the beams. Was there any sort of way without hurting himself? And was there even a way, if it did involve hurting one's self, to snake through the cracks of the beams? As his thoughts swam and soon pooled in his head, his mind unintentionally let itself open and allow him to hear Urahara's words.
"I told you, I won't fight you."
Shinji glared at him, snarling out, "Like hell you won't!"
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Kisuke Urahara
Shopkeeper
"Puh-Lease! I'm just a lowly-but-handsome merchant. How could I possibly perform Bankai?"
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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Nov 19, 2009 12:37:46 GMT -5
‘I almost lost my arm there, you know...’
The words barely reached his ears, but he lowered his gaze slightly. “I know.” He wish he hadn’t done a thing, but he also knew the value of life. Even though it had now become evident this was not the same man he willed it to be, he still couldn’t bring himself to maim him. Even so, he wasn’t even using high levelled Kido’s, the kind that could decided this fight in the flick of a wrist. He clung to hope that Shinji could be saved, returned to the good natured goof of a man he knew.
‘That's actually a rather simple answer, shopkeep... I'm rather surprised that you couldn't get this through your thick head by now...’
Now he was almost mocking him, as if he was too naive to figure it out. Or perhaps he didn’t want to accept the answer. Either way he ignored the words, as if they were nothing more than the rain slashing down around him. And soon that’s all it became, something as simple, and forgettable as the rain. But it was also as chilling as the wind that blew through his wet clothes. It never ceased to amaze him how people resembled nature.
What came next was almost like a stab to the heart. It was as he was frozen on the spot, hardly moving at all.
‘I don't know you.’
Those simple words, hurt more than a thousand swords. He blinked slowly, pulling his lips into a frown. “Then, you have becoming nothing more than a nobody.” His own tone had become cold as ice, as if all fond memories had left him. For the most part, they had. In order to fight like this, Shinji would have to become a nothing in his mind. All the friendly greetings, helpful conversations, everything would have to becoming nothing.
‘ Another attempt at caging me I see...’
“A wild animal must be caged before it can be shot.” He now seemed to care little for the man before him, he was effectively just a hollow now. But he was trapped, and there was little escape as the bars slammed together around his mid section. This hardly seemed like a fight between two former captains. He turned his head back to the shop. “But first I should deal with your ring master.”
‘Like hell you won't!’
His empty gaze turned and stared him down. “So you want to fight? Despite knowing I’m completely unarmed, you would willingly attack?” He truly was being consumed by the hollow, all over again. If the boy could do this, then why did he need the hogyoku? It just didn’t make any sense. But he would have to stop the boy before more harm was caused. “Now be a good mindless minion and stay put alright? I’m finished here.” He no longer gave Shinji the respect of a name. He turned his back on the man, lowering his spiritual pressure to a more manageable level.
He knew hollows would be drawn to this area now, and he would need Benihime to finish what he started. The princess would be used to defend her throne once again, to keep it clean of the evil he seemed to attract.
[OOC: OK well, I dunno, Gearr has been forced back in, though we could prolly keep this going, since I’m purposely giving you a chance to retaliate at the end. –has a strange urge to injure her characters 8C- SO you prolly post then if Gearr thinks it wise she can jump back in. Cuz Ura is gonna kick Kusaka’s arse 8C. HOT DAMN I TALK A LOT]
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Post by Shinji Hirako on Nov 21, 2009 14:20:02 GMT -5
Urahara had lowered his gaze.
To Shinji that was a sign of weakness. Though it was a rather small sign of weakness, it at least shown that the shopkeeper was still a bit reluctant. That just makes things all the more better...
Glancing about with his eyes, he saw that the rain almost seemed to have gotten faster. Much faster. Swallowing, he turned his eyesight back to Urahara-- the shopkeep that managed to hold him back. Clutching his zanpakuto's hilt tightly, Shinji looked back at the blades of energy surrounding him. To be rather honest, Shinji had to admit it was a rather quick way of sealing him-- holding him back with almost primitive ease.
Feeling his grasp tighten even more upon his zanpakuto's hilt, Shinji felt the temptation to slash at the beams. He didn't even care if attacking them would cause any backlash at him. It would be a well-deserved try for him.
"Then, you have becoming nothing more than a nobody."
"..." An eyebrow slowly lifted upon his face as he heard those words. "Well, well..." he began in a soft, barely audible whisper, "Surely I'm not an utter and complete nobody to someone like you..." As he had spoke, he kept in his head how cold Urahara had suddenly become. He had a feeling, that if he could break out without any other scratches on him, this would become a rather interesting fight. It wouldn't be at all boring to say the least...
At hearing the other's words, Shinji growled harshly under his heavy breathing and glared at him.
"A wild animal must be caged before it can be shot."
Throwing his arm high in the air he felt the bars pulling in closer. Thankful he did, Shinji shouted towards Urahara, "I'm not a wild animal!!" Thrusting his arm out, Shinji tried to give one of the beams a fierce slash. His eyes narrowed in excitement and a little bit of shock as he saw that his slash managed to do at least a small amount of damage. Lifting his head, he smiled at the back of Urahara's head. Then he saw him turn and look back at him. Staring him down. Shinji could feel his gaze right on him. It was nerve-wracking, knowing that this man wasn't going to hesitate on hurting him now. It was no longer an advantage Shinji had.
"So you want to fight? Despite knowing I'm completely unarmed, you would willingly attack?"
The smile refused to leave Shinji's lips.
"Why wouldn't I?"
That was all he could say to this man.
One of the beams, though, were gone now. But Shinji found that it wouldn't be easy enough to squeeze through without being caught. He had to destroy at least another one to make it a quicker process. Shinji threw his arm back in the air, feeling the skin of his fingers pushing against the hilt's surface, and threw it back down. He aimed to hit the middle of two beams with another vicious slash-- hoping to destroy them.
"Now be a good mindless minion and stay put alright? I'm finished here."
Shinji let out a loud breath. The breath sounded almost like some sort of laugh-- a snicker was most familiar to anyone else's ears.
"I don't...think you're anywhere NEAR to being finished..." His voice sounded as if he were trying not to laugh. It didn't seem to work, though as Shinji was already laughing at his own words. "You're n-nowhere near being finished wi-with me!!" he had shouted at Urahara, looking to the several left-over beams surrounding him. He then began sliding out of the vice if his two previous slashes had worked on the three beams.
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Post by Sojiro Kusaka on Nov 23, 2009 13:49:53 GMT -5
To be honest looking for the thing was harder than he’d thought, though perhaps it was to be expected. Urahara was clearly damn sure he didn’t want the thing to get into the hands of any other, and with its power Kusaka couldn’t quite blame the man. It was so very strong, and also so very dangerous. Kusaka knew oh so well that if he did find it then he could all to likely do whatever the hell he wanted, combining it with his already existing skills… He’d be absolutely unstoppable, he could turn the entire soul society against itself. This he did not intend though. He wanted it for only one thing, and building an army was not that thing. Call him under-ambitious if you wanted, but more than anything it could be considered lucky. After what perhaps seemed like a while he took the small object into his position, simply pocketing the thing like it was some mere object. Had he wished to make it such this could have been a very real disaster for everyone, and everything. It was to be considered lucky his focus was simply on his goals, nothing else but them.
Despite his focus though Kusaka did not return outside straight away, instead taking the time to wander the shop, this man… The things he had here really were rather brilliant; it was a testament to the shopkeeper himself. Something caught his eyes, a zanpakuto? A cane? No, it was both and yet certainly the former, so this was Benihime? He couldn’t be sure, from what he knew there was another soul reaper here, Tessai? Eh, something along those lines. This could very possibly be that man’s blade, though since he conveniently wasn’t around Kusaka doubted this thought very much. And indeed entirely shunned it when he felt tables turn outside. With a disgruntled sigh he turned, walking off toward the door where he soon stood leaning against the frame of it. Rain… Water, the very source and base of his power. There was something about the rain, something that seemed to quell even his troubled soul to a slight degree. Perhaps it was merely the way it didn’t judge, the way it fell on you regardless. To the rain everything was something, even he who was nothing.
“I'm finished here."
Catching the end of the comment from Urahara he walk out and into the rain, allowing it to throw itself down upon him. Had he not been so used to the cold perhaps it would have chilled him, as it was he found it at least somewhat warm. “How convenient, so am I~” Breath condensing slightly as he spoke rain picked up and the wind swept. Perhaps it was suitable in a way, rain for sadness, wind for change. Huh, well listen to him now, he was turning into an old philosopher, how utterly beautiful. Running a hand through his bangs he scanned the area. Well damn, that hadn’t gone as well as he’d thought. Yes vizards displayed far more intelligence than hollows, but it seemed he may have inadvertently dumbed them down a bit, Shinji didn’t seem to have put much thought into his actions. Kusaka would have to find a way around this before he did anything to big with them again, perhaps trying to work around their instincts somewhat would help… Hmm, he’d find out later, perhaps pulling them all together to try and work out their temperaments a bit better could help, this was actually his first time working with one of them…
"I don't...think you're anywhere NEAR to being finished... You're n-nowhere near being finished wi-with me!!"
He simply listened silently for a moment, the vizard… They were something so incredibly powerful, and so damn driven by rage. All you had to do was let it out and manipulate it to your own desire, do that and you had an incredible force on your side, one that would stop at nothing. They were an asset to him, and also one that had he known more before everything he could have understood. Their predicament was similar after all was it not, both he and they shut away for something in their soul, something they didn’t chose for? It was similar in some ways, but of course Sojiro had no hollow, he’d never experienced that… Then again… They’d never exactly been alone; they’d always had one another. They’d had one another to support them through it, he didn’t understand their pain, he never would, but it was natural to compare situations, and he did. Though a matter pushed at his mind as the rain saturated his hair. Shinji was caged? Huh. “Are you able to free yourself?” Make no mistake, whilst he asked he was not concerned, he simply didn’t desire to lose something this powerful, oh there were more, but it was still better not to lose one. To Shinji’s declaration though Kusaka at last chose to respond.
“You’re done,” he said simply, all the authority of an adult creeping into his voice. “We both are.” Ohhh Urahara was likely going to have something to say about that, but Kusaka didn’t much care in the slightest. If it came to a conflict between he and the other then so be it, Kusaka by no means wished to show his spiritual pressure to the world, but doing so for a short time in order to keep what he already had… He’d do that. If he had to then he supposed he had little choice but to show what he was to this man, though he hoped there would be no need for this, he had better things to with his time right now. “Find me again in 372 days and I’ll return it to you, I’ll simply hand it over no strings attached~” Looking at the man with an all to malicious frown he continued, this time his words seeming as dark as the storm clouds that threw water down on them. “Or you can try and take it now without your zanpakuto in hand…” With that a sneer curled around his face. “You really shouldn’t leave something like that for just anyone to pick up, after all, it’s common knowledge that dragons do so love to devour princesses. And there may not be a knight around to save her if you’re so foolish again.” There was so much irony, and he spoke the truth, Hyorinmaru was in fact a dragon, one of a pair… If it came to it Kusaka would use him to cut down whatever stood before him.
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Kisuke Urahara
Shopkeeper
"Puh-Lease! I'm just a lowly-but-handsome merchant. How could I possibly perform Bankai?"
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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Nov 25, 2009 13:04:35 GMT -5
‘Well, well... Surely I'm not an utter and complete nobody to someone like you...’
He turned his head slightly and sighed. “Once you were a person to me, but that has long since passed.” It wasn’t exactly easy to tell, but each word burnt. He refused to hold them back, but each one he spit forth only hurt further. He was sure of every action, yet each one held uncertainty. His mind was worse than any war ground.
‘I'm not a wild animal!!’
He blinked slowly. “Then tell me. What are you.” He could no longer be called a soul reaper, that was revoked long ago, but neither was he a hollow. But not even the title of Vizard seemed fitting any more. Perhaps if not an animal, then a monster.
‘Why wouldn't I?’
Too that he sighed and shook his head, most people knew it was like combat law, an unwritten code that you just accepted to be right. Had he truly forgotten everything? Was the only thing he knew how to do now too kill? Somehow the merchant found that hard to believe. No matter how many times he thought it over, his mind rejected the thought.
‘How convenient, so am I~’
Ah, so the boy saved him the trouble of coming to drag him out. He could tell that the boy had found his prize, but finding it, and getting away where two very different things. He would not give up with out a fight.
‘I don't...think you're anywhere NEAR to being finished... You're n-nowhere near being finished wi-with me!!’
He kept his eyes focused on the boy. This was getting far too serious. This boy was making himself a threat, and a threat, no matter what species, had to be dealt with.
‘Are you able to free yourself?’
With that he blinks, free?! Damn, so he wasn’t as pathetic as he had hoped. But, that didn’t matter. The boy had the hogyoku. His stare became cold, hands balling into fists. He couldn’t let what ever twisted plans he had go through.
‘You’re done, We both are’
He simply glared, how could he say that? The merchant wasn’t ready to give in when something so precious was on the line. He would not let them get away with anything they didn’t arrive with. “Leaving so soon?” His hands opened slightly, a small ball of energy tickling his skin.
‘Find me again in 372 days and I’ll return it to you, I’ll simply hand it over no strings attached~’
“Or, you could give it back now.” He opened his hand further, the sphere growing. He didn’t know the child’s strength, but he knew a good sized blast could keep any one back.
‘Or you can try and take it now without your zanpakuto in hand…’
His lips threatened to pull back, a near snarl forming on his face. He nearly clenches his fist around the energy sphere, but the tingling sensation reminded him not too. He glanced to the hollowified man, pity running like acid through his veins. But right now, he knew pity was not the correct emotion to show towards the man.
‘You really shouldn’t leave something like that for just anyone to pick up, after all, it’s common knowledge that dragons do so love to devour princesses. And there may not be a knight around to save her if you’re so foolish again.’
“No knights needed here, because the cavalry has arrived.” He held up his arm and grabbed his wrist tightly. “You are quite mistaken if you think I can’t defeat you with out Benihime.” His jacket rippled despite the heavy weight of the water logged fabric. He let his fingers open fully, the red sphere surpassing his palm in size, growing further and further. “You seem to know enough about me.” It now surpassed his spread out fingers. “But you seem to only know the merchant.” His eyes now reflected the red light, the sphere stopped growing, a hissing sound whined from it as rain tried to pass through. “But that’s only part of the equation! Shakkaho!” With great force he sent the blast flying. Using speed that wasn’t quite flash-step he got out of range of any attacks and glanced to Shinji once more. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten you.” He punched his fist into the air, a faint glow turning into another glowing sphere of energy. This time it had a purple hue too it.
This blast wasn’t quite as big, but he didn’t care about that right now. He didn’t want to kill his own friend, just damage him enough so that he was unable to retaliate. He jumped into the air and flash-stepped onto a near-by balcony. The window had begun to open a bit, a rather frightened looking woman staring out. “I’m sorry ma’am, we’ve been having some trouble. Try not to worry.” He pulled something out of his coat, it resembled a child’s toy but when he pulled a switch on it the head popped off and released a strange gas. The woman’s eyes fluttered before she fell backwards. He closed the curtain again and slid the window shut. He didn’t want any one getting the wrong ideas. And a memory replacement would ensure they didn’t. Most people were still asleep, and for that he was thankful. He grabbed the shovel the woman had set aside for winter and twirled it a bit. This would do just fine. With the right materials, and right spiritual pressure, he could turn anything into a weapon. The plastic end wouldn’t be much good against a sword but it sure was good for beating some one down to size. But the sturdy metal handle would be perfect.
His next move left him standing in the sky, far away from the city. If this got serious he didn’t want to cause any damage. He would keep the people safe, in more ways than one.
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Post by Shinji Hirako on Nov 28, 2009 16:36:44 GMT -5
"Once you were a person to me, but that has long since passed."
Growling low at Urahara, Shinji held tighter onto his zanpakuto's hilt. He was ready to burst out and go all out on the shopkeeper.
"Then tell me. What are you."
So calm. How was he so calm!? You bastard... he thought icily to himself.
Ready to lunge out, Shinji began to step out of the beams but short after, sensed something. Or someone. Who in the world...?
Shinji turned his head suddenly to find Kusaka standing there. He was watching. How long has he been watching? It was no matter to ask this out loud, though. It didn't seem to matter that much nor did he truly care about Kusaka's reasoning. He turned his head back to Urahara. Yes, he had freed himself. It was quite obvious he had found out the way to free himself-- especially with how the man still seemed to take some sort of pity upon him. It let Shinji think out a few things in his mind-- Urahara was going to take pity on him no matter what he was going to do. His words were a contradiction to his thoughts. It will always seem like that to Shinji. Heh... What a simple thing to guess...
"Are you able to free yourself?"
Stepping out from the vice, Shinji looked back to Kusaka and nodded quietly. He no longer had found the need to speak. These two, he was able to tell, were about to have at least a small talk. It was something Shinji could tell by just, simply, their conflicting personalities. The boy and the shopkeeper.
Taking a small step forward, he immediately froze up once he heard the words:
"You're done. We both are."
Turning his head quickly back to Kusaka then switching back to Urahara, Shinji growled faintly to himself. Would that mean he was unable to attack him now? How in the world was that fair? No matter, though-- Shinji had to stop himself just in case Kusaka no longer wish to fight. Stepping back, reversing his previous action, Shinji quietly put his zanpakuto back into its sheathe. His hollow mask refused to fade away from his face, though. Only Shinji was allowed to tell it when it was allowed to fade and reveal his human self once more.
"Find me again in 372 days and I'll return it to you, I'll simply hand it over no strings attached?"
To be honest, Shinji rather doubted the boy's words himself. He was all too cruel to just simply hand back over an all too powerful weapon-- especially with "no strings attached". It was all deemed too impossible in his mind. But who knows? Maybe
"Or, you could give it back now."
Bickering... This would truly be a rather amusing exchange of words.
"Or you can try and take it now without your zanpakuto in hand..."
Shinji's hand immediately flew back down to his sword's hilt. He saw the quick change of expression on the shopkeep's face. It wasn't all too hard to miss in Shinji's position. He got into a battle ready position as he began to slowly slide his zanpakuto back out of its sheathe. He tried to keep his movements slow and barely noticeable for this wouldn't provoke the man any further.
"You are quite mistaken if you think I can't defeat you with out Benihime."
Swallowing quietly to himself, Shinji let his hollowfied eyes look slowly to Urahara's feet then back to his held up arm. Shinji stood his ground, refusing to release a sound of surprise. He had seen that sphere. How it had been slowly, at first, increasing in size. Bright red. Now it was increasing in speed and increasing quite quickly in size. He felt his eyes widen-- the only sign of surprise that could be seen upon his face. His mouth, too, was dropped but his mask was obscuring such a view. Once the sphere had stopped growing, Shinji saw that the shopkeeper wasn't going to go for him first.
"But that's only part of the equation!"
He could tell.
"Shakkaho!"
Suddenly the blast was sent flying-- missing him. Shinji blinked still wide eyes and turned his vision to Urahara. He had punched into the air, another sphere of energy appearing within his grip. Purple. Shinji let a hiss pass through his lips as he watched Urahara jump into the air. He suddenly cried out once the blast was sent towards him. Parting his hollow mask's lips, he tried to let out another cero. It was too weak and far too sloppy to properly deflect the blast, though. All it did was weaken it by a pathetic smidge. Shinji was thrown into the wall across from him. Releasing a yell of pain, Shinji then slid down the wall and cringed as his bottom now met the ground. More blood seeped from his arm-- both of his arms now. He glanced up at Urahara, the shopkeeper and uttered a bark of, "Damn you!"
About half way in getting up, Shinji felt his legs give way and let him fall back onto his stomach. That blast truly did more than Shinji had thought it would. Throwing his arms out to push his upper torso off of the ground, he gave one last glance up at Urahara.
But he was no longer there.
As Shinji looked back to the ground, he found that his hollow mask was fading away. "Nngh..."
So much pain.
He felt as if he were drifting in and out of consciousness. He wasn't too sure until his entire body hit the ground with barely any sensation within him.
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