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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Thu Sep 20, 2018 7:24 pm

When employing decoy tactics, certain precautions apply. You dont stand near the front, because thats just an invitation to get caught up in a lucky hit. Nor do you hide waaay in the back because thats the obvious tendency and what most people will expect.

Therefore he had settled for middle ground within the clone crowd. Unfortunate, what with the wave of light coming their way. The arena was flat and featureless. No peaks or elevations offering shelter from a the-floor-is-lava scenario. Already a couple of the frontline clones would be beyond saving at its rate of travel.

He took a moment to consider if he even wanted to maneuver out of this after all. Because essentially thats what the clones were there for. Decoys. They wouldnt attack, wouldnt shield, their only purpose being living dummies that would multiply every time when struck...adding to the overall number and making it that much harder to spot the real one hidden among them. The idea was to have Hanzo keep using his Shikai ability getting rid of the harmless fakes--and in doing so use up whatever charges needed to be spent to avoid any backlash effect.

Maybe the wide angled shot served this purpose. Maybe not. If it didnt, he still had to save a few dummies in reserve just in case they were needed for erasure. They took considerable effort to create and maintain, and if his entire army was wiped out by one shot it was unlikely there would be enough time to create a new one. Not unless Hanzo sportingly agreed to stand around and close his eyes while he attempted it.

So he stabbed Inukaze up to her hilts into the ground below him, then flash-stepped to a platform of solidified air overlooking the arena several feet above. Willed the clones below to scatter believably while simultaneously activating Recall, causing the marked ground to buckle and heave as it threw up a spire of earth towards him--a new land formation that clones flocked to in droves, scaling it like a swarm of fleas to avoid the brunt of Erasure shot.

Some would not reach the peak in time. A few remained still stranded on the ground in the path of the blast and others had simply not climbed high enough. But at least a couple would make it out of harms way and that should be fine for now
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Hanzō Judai on Tue Sep 25, 2018 11:55 am

The drawback of Erasure Shot was that it was a charged attack. The longer Hanzo remained in position, the more potent the shot became, meaning a rapid fire such as this only left a faint mark in the hill Shiroki had formed, but those clones who got caught in the thin white light were destroyed. The actual reiatsu of the clones was erased, preventing the division effect by entirely circumventing it. Both of Hanzo's coins depicting crates vanished with a chime.

Hanzo breathed out slowly, holding the combined weapon at an angle. The moment he'd fired, his tattoos faded until they were back to their original color. As he looked up, locking eyes with one of the Shiroki,the tattoos began to increase in luminosity, but only to the brightness of a glow-in-the-dark toy. Nowhere close to the brightness they'd held before.

"Damn... Looks like this ability has a cool down..." Hanzo sighed, taking the weapon off his shoulder. His breath hissed as the tip of the staff touched the ground near his foot and he braced himself for it to vanish, only for nothing to happen. For some reason, he couldn't erase anything right now!

Combat:

Coins left: Three coins total, one sword and two hearts.
Time remaining: 25 minutes.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Tue Sep 25, 2018 10:14 pm

Seven down. Three to go.

Too slow. Much too slow.

Truth be told, he had expected ALL the coins to vanish with that last technique instead of just two. After all, he had lost more than two decoys. So much for the simple hypothesis suggesting each instance of erasure cost a single token. Apparently the Universe disliked working in convenient and coherent ways.

Thanks a lot, universe. Screw you too.

The first hypothesis being wrong meant it was time for an alternate theory. For that, he needed to look harder at what had transpired. Then see if those things prompted a possible explanation. Not exactly advisable in the midst of battle, this uncertainty being the reason why he preferred to know about opponents skill set before he even engaged them. But maybe with the presence of decoys buying some time it was worth a shot.

Facts:
1. Not one token per item erased obviously. Otherwise he would be limited to 10 uses and they had already gone beyond that.

Come to think about it, had they been keeping count? The disappearing ground to start with...then the way it managed to scratch through an air barrier.. then Inukaze...the Hado...and that last shot had claimed more than 2.(possibly)

Right then. Was there a pattern here? Like how it could only erase in a certain order, or category maybe?

Ground. Then air. Then zanpakuto reishi-- did it have to be a diffetent 'type' each time? If so 10 tokens meant 10 different unique targets he had to come up with.

No. Evidence contradicted this hypothesis. He had seen 2 tokens vanish with that last shot after all. So that meant it wasnt just one per unique use. And hadnt the ground disappeared twice? He was pretty sure it had.

For some reason that number seemed important. 2 separate instances of ground vanishing. 2 tokens in a single shot... Put these observations together. What did they suggest?

Not 10 unique targets. But...5, maybe? Make that...target categories? Worth 2 tokens each?

2 decoys. 2 ground (elemental??). Zanpakuto. Air barrier. 1 Hado. Suspicious evidence. But not fully conclusive.

And what would a person do? According to Oshi in her more adult moments: try to DISPROVE said theory.

Theory: the shikai is limited to affecting 2 items of each category. Every time an item is affected a token is lost. Secondary hypothesis, limit 2 suggests 5 categories given total start number of 10.
Tertiary hypothesis: One of the categories is Elemental, seeing as how it affected both ground and air. (2 prior usages)

Prediction: If l unleash another element based attack, he will be unable to absorb it.

Well, ground was out of the question. It wasnt something he could control reasonably. So was water. Fire kido existed but could be dangerous if the prediction proved false. Which left...

"Hado #58: Tenran,"

Once again he cast over a wide area, reducing the overall power but blocking retreat so it had to be faced head on.

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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Hanzō Judai on Tue Oct 02, 2018 11:39 am

Hanzo's eyes widened at the incoming tornado. Using the training the Kenpachi put him through made him think through his options.

Dodge? No, the spell was too wide, he couldn't escape.

Slice through the wind? That's not how physics works!

Erase the wind? His tattoos were still faded, and he had no idea how to target the very air itself.

That left only kido... the one thing he never practiced. Well, all or nothing...

"E-El Escudo!" Hanzo stammered, raising his left arm defensively. Joy burned through his veins as the green light started to form between him and the tornado. He was doing it!

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The explosion was quiet impressive, really. When somebody with no experience attempts Kido, they tend to put far more power into the spell than needed, resulting in it literally blowing up in their faces. Or, in this case, in their left arm. Hanzo was engulfed in the smoke and reishi-flames as the barrier spell exploded, launching him backwards and upwards, then driven into the ground face down as Tenran hit him directly.

The weapons Hanzo wielded were thrown from his grasp in the Kido explosion, clattering near Shiroki. Their master lay facedown groaning, left arm at an impossible angle and bleeding from various ruptures. A bone was clearly sticking through his forearm, the end jagged and scorched. The hourglass floated above his prone body, sand trickling down. Despite the poor shape of the Shinigami, the coins and hourglass shone brightly.

Spoiler:

Coins left: Three.
Damage: Failed to use a Bakudo barrier, resulting in explosion equal to Advanced Spiritual Combat. Then hit with the Advanced Hado from Grandmaster Spiritual Combat. As Shiroki's not trying to obliterate his LT, I assumed he held back quite a bit.
Time remaining: 12 minutes. Sand falling faster due to intensity of the situation.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Sat Nov 17, 2018 1:22 pm

On hindsight, choosing to stage practice combat in a remote location secluded from people probably wasn't the best of ideas. And when you considered the fact that both parties involved were squad 2 members without a single iota of healing knowledge between them, the merit of that idea plunged all the way down to zero. What in kami's holy name were they thinking?

Well, it did seem a good idea at the time.

He'd always valued privacy, never liking to reveal the full extent of what he could do. A practical precaution really; since one could never be sure if the ally watching you unleash bankai hell on a target wasn't secretly taking note of it's rules and limitations...carefully preparing for some later date in the future. The person standing at your side today could just as easily be an opponent tomorrow. It was a lesson he'd learned from Taiyo's unsanctioned absence, and a tenet he made sure to drill into every single squad member since the day of his appointment: Never trust. Stay on guard. Never reveal your techniques if you can help it, or form attachments to anything or anyone. Squad above all.

Likely Hanzo's choice of arena had taken those preferences into account. He'd chosen to place himself at risk, to enter a place without bystanders and trust in the responsibilities expected of a ranking officer--especially the unspoken contract every superior automatically undertook to keep subordinates from harm. He'd trusted that his captain knew what he was doing, and in the assumption that every precaution would be taken to keep their encounter from being fatal or spiraling out of control.

Hanzo had been wrong.

Dropping the Bakudo #9 Seki shield he'd cast automatically in response to the explosion proves clumsier than Shiro would've liked; an attempt that simultaneously dispersed the dusty fog created by the explosion in an unnecessary expenditure of power. No doubt Ma'kine would've scoffed at the showy waste and demanded he stay back for remedial classes into the bargain. Given the situation, that would've been preferable to the alternative.

Coming to a within reach of Hanzo, he pauses to weigh the options.


Observation: The Lieutenant is alive; albeit shaken and in need of medical attention. He is in no condition to fight at the moment, especially not with a broken arm. Typically at this juncture many individuals would've been unable to continue sustaining Shikai, zanpakuto automatically reverting to its sealed state even if they somehow avoided falling unconscious.

And yet somehow, the unusual staff-and-key combination that was Hanzo's shikai continued to persist in defiance of that fact. Normally, this would be of little cause for concern. Might even have been a GOOD sign; suggesting that damage inflicted was either less serious or the wielder stronger than expected--either way, a favorable indicator for quick recovery. Here, however...


He hadn't missed the fact that the giant Hourglass remained still--a detail impossible to overlook given the steady trickle of its sands in his sensitive ears. Nor does he miss the fact that their rate of fall is faster; sands cascading from the top bulb to the bottom quicker than they had a moment ago, and MUCH faster than when they'd first engaged in battle.


He doesn't need to be Oshi to see it for what it is: A countdown timer.
The obvious question--Countdown to What?--isn't important at the moment. He knows that whatever it is will almost definitely be bad news, and that's more than enough. The exact manner of how it triggered wouldnt matter; not if it destroyed both of them in the process.


Okay. So. Objective: Secure medical attention. Sub-objective: Stop whatever doomsday bomb from going off so Hanzo survives to get medical attention in the first place.


The traditional solution; Request Squad 4 assistance, is out. And not only because he doesn't want to have to answer suspicious questions about their location and situation. He has no idea what form this countdown consequence will take. There is no guarantee that either of them will be able to stop it, and if it happened to go off despite their efforts the result could easily be two dead instead of one. Especially if the Squad 4 medic got caught in the blast.


Option A: move the Shikai itself. The explosion had wrenched both weapons from Hanzo's grasp and they lay within reach for the taking. Perhaps by separating warrior from weapon(s) the blast could be moved far enough away. Then again, there wasn't any guarantee that the effect would be channeled through Hanzo's weapon. If it turned out that whatever consequence of the countdown was generated from Hanzo's actual body instead of his weapon, no amount of moving would be any good.

Option B: Render Hanzo unconscious, and hope it served to halt the doomsday countdown. Again, no guarantee that this would suffice.

As always, Inukaze chose this moment to weigh in with her own assessment of the matter.

Option C: Slay Hanzo and solve the problem neatly, with no risk to life or property damage. Zanpakuto ceased to exist with the death of its owner; no exceptions. Kill Hanzo in time and there wont be an explosion. Better yet, why not try a 2-for-1 deal and pin the murder on someone else? Grym, for instance.

We are NOT killing our Lieutenant.

Why not? It's not like he's been a valuable resource so far. Plus he's been worryingly close to Kenpachi Azalea, so maybe it's all for the best if we...

No. Not up for discussion. Now shut up and think of something constructive.

Ignoring the familiar spike of irritation Inukaze sent his way, he returns to the problem at hand. What would Ma'kine do here?

Unfortunately, he knows all too well what his Sensei would've done. Knowing the feathery showoff, the ex Kido-Chief would simply have cast one of his many forbidden Kidos to stop time and damn the consequences. As much as it pains him to admit it; it will take Shiroki the better part of a century to actually come close to that level of power, and there is no freaking way he can become good enough at kido in the next five minutes to cast even a 90s level Bakudo--nevermind a bloody forbidden time technique. Sensei had been in a different league-class entirely.


What then? How to stop a shikai from triggering when killing/incapacitating its wielder isn't an option?


Kill or incapacitate the shikai itself. Duh.

Duh yourself; there's no friggin' way to kill a shikai without the owner--

Wait a minute...

No. Just NO. This is a stupid plan. The dumbest plan you've ever come up with. The dumbest plan anyone's ever come up with. I want a new wielder.

Good luck with that. Now shut up.

With that he backs away from Hanzo, counting each step with deliberate precision. "Bakudo #26: Kyakko,"

Shiroki doesn't waste time watching the spirit-concealing barrier spring into existence around Hanzo to hide his lieutenant from view. There is no time. Inukaze's baton hilt sits comfortably in paw, there is something reassuring about the wild pressure of her reiatsu--a ravening beast held only barely in check.


For the record, I'll say again that your idea is stupid. And so are you.


"Bankai,"


This time, he does not bother to keep a rein on the second release as he normally does. Doing so would be a waste of time and effort, effort he needs to properly pull off what he has in mind. And so ominous dark energy skyrockets, building higher and higher--a beacon screaming Shiroki-is-Here to everybody within a thirty block radius. Despite her earlier reservations, Inukaze howls her challenge in pure joy; daring any and all, yes even the Commander herself to answer the summons and face their wrath. It has been months since her wielder resorted to Bankai, and years since they last--in the modern way of speaking--cut loose.

And in his grip the weapon shifts accordingly, appearance subtly changing from T-shaped baton to simple wooden twig. He ends the transition to Bankai by stabbing its tip into the ground without waiting for Inukaze's giant wind-wolf to fully materialize into being, keeping a careful eye on Hanzo's last known location as he does so.


"Preyscape,"

An aura circle spreads outward, its point of origin the spot where he stands--a carefully chosen distance that ensures the edges of its full manifestation just barely encompasses Hanzo's discarded Shikai at its farthest point, without actually touching Hanzo himself at all. Already the howls are sounding in the distance, the air growing perceptibly colder.

The Hunt is on. It's a game of Hide-and-Seek in its purest, primal manifestation: Last man standing wins.

Not today, however.


His measurements prove correct, the ghostly pack shimmering into existence in the vicinity of Hanzo's shikai. Its lead alpha looks from polearm to Shiro and back again; expression almost comical in its confusion. One can almost imagine it saying 'You gotta be kidding me'


They lock gazes. Werewolf stares at hound, hound at wolf. Both know the rules for the game. Those within Preyscape's boundary circle are marked as players, participants and fair game for the hunt that would follow. Once in session, the pack would systematically track down and slay all marked targets one by one, starting with the closest--until only one remained. From then on everything would hinge on the players' own cunning. Not even the wielder themself would be guaranteed safety from its wrath.


This time was different, however. Only two actual participants had been marked by the aura circle: Hanzo's shikai and Shiroki himself. And since Shiro had taken care to be standing a distance away, he ensured it was the Shikai that would be the pack's closer target. In other words, the ONLY target, especially with Hanzo being out of the game and hidden from view. There could only be one outcome here: Preyscape would neutralize Devu entirely, returning it to its sealed state with Hanzo still alive and conscious. After which, it would have no choice but to disappear--the winning condition being met with Shiroki being last-man-standing by default.

Nonetheless, its with a sigh of relief that he watches the irritated alpha do exactly as he had predicted, focusing upon Devu alone to send it back to the inner world from which it had come. Only now does he become aware of exhaustion resulting from an uncontrolled bankai, of tension building in nerves with the threat safely contained...for now. There still remained a need to summon Squad 4 medics of course, but that would have to wait a moment or so--until he could trust himself to stand up and cast Tenteikuura without passing out from weariness.


Combat:
Bakudo 26: Curving Light (conceals spirit energy and presence; modified version to affect Hanzo as target instead of the caster)
Bankai technique Preyscape, under unique modifier conditions to control its effects

Bakudo rank: Expert
Spirit Combat: Grandmaster
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Va'tet on Sat Nov 17, 2018 6:28 pm

"Strange..." Va'tet murmured as she looks at the pillar of energy only a block from her. The Vastine Amorte girl had made her way from the Tsuyosa Estate to the Eleventh Division, flying in long slow beats of her wings.

Her wingtips tilted ever so slightly, bringing her down upon the Eleventh Division's library roof. Her rainbow-colored eyes took in the sight below dispassionately. A Werewolf Shinigami who appeared to be the source of the energy permeating the area.

"It's clear to see... What happened here..." She said in a soft droll. The Vastine Amorte took a step off the roof's edge, her wings spread out on either side to slow her descent as her bare feet touched the rail below. If the werewolf had been religious, they might have seen her as a descending angel from on high. Another step and she slowly floated to the ground.

Unusually, Va'tet was not dressed in her knightly suit of armor. Instead, she wore an oversized floral pattern shirt that would not have looked out of place among a group of Living World tourists. The shirt hung to her mid-thigh, and she wore no pants with it, her avian legs exposed. They were covered in a pure white coating of downy feathers. Her human feet possessed no feathers, and her toes drummed against the ground. Earlier, Muerte had informed her that this was 'the latest fashion among Shinigami, and was guaranteed to make friends.' The shirt was only halfway buttoned, exposing her collarbone and sternum.

"It's obvious to me... You... don't belong here," she said slowly in a flat voice, her swirling irises locked on the Werewolf. She recognized him. Shirohime, Shire, Shiromi... It probably started with an 's'. "Why are you here... Komamura?" That was right, right? Close enough. The Vastine girl's head tilted to the side, her demeanor completely at odds with the chaos that had befallen the small area. She paid no mind to the Reiatsu wolves that were busy destroying some metal objects.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Tue Nov 20, 2018 9:07 am

This--THIS right here--was precisely why sensible Shinigami avoided large displays of power in public. You'd think that the entire populace of Seiretei showed zero sense of self-preservation altogether; the way people flocked TO suspicious explosions of energy instead of AWAY as rational individuals should.

Shiroki SO did NOT have time for this.

"Y'do, do you?" Vastine or not, he was tempted to tell bird-lady here to shove it. Or better yet, since he was already in Bankai, simply skip the small talk and go straight for the termination. It'd only be a moment or so before the all-destroying-entity currently manifesting as a pack of hounds finished neutralizing Hanzo's out-of-control shikai and reverted to its regular colossal form. From there, he judged himself capable of perhaps another attack or two before the strain of entering Preyscape wore him out: Two if he was lucky. One if he was not.

"I've as much right to be here as YOU, Tsuyosa-san," responded the canine flatly, mentally rehearsing the incantation of a mid-level Bakudo in his mind whilst readying a paw in the requisite aiming position within the depths of his sleeve. "As Tsuyosa-dono is doubtless AWARE, the location we're standing in is neither restricted NOR belongs to any squad in particular. Because--" here he tilted a head to indicate their surroundings, "This is an empty space FORMED by the coincidental architectural placement of several other adjacent buildings, whose enclosure belongs to; and is used by NONE of those buildings in particular. Therefore, even the lowliest trainee from the Academy is well within their rights to occupy this CURRENT space, so long as they offer no trespass to the buildings that may-or-may-not be 11th Division property that may-or-may-not have entry restrictions associated with them. I assume the honored Tsuyosa-dono," interjecting a nod, "Is already informed of this caveat, judging from your approach by air. You've neither breached nor entered any of these surrounding buildings to enter this empty space, and unless you intend to furnish evidence before the Sixth--neither have I. As a member of the 13 Court Guards, I have as much right to be here as yourself. Perhaps more, considering the Division I belong to and the duty it fulfils."

Any moment now, and Preyscape would be concluded with Inukaze's bankai form returned to his grip. Till then, Hado and Bakudo remained viable options of course, but there was no denying the security holding a wooden twig mystically connected to an invisible elemental entity entailed.

"And with all due respect to House and Station," He really didn't respond well under pressure; the sarcasm was simply flowing today-- "My business is; and will always be, my own. Although," this next bit expressed in an offhand manner more suited to discussions about the weather than serious pronouncements of DOOM--"The Lady is obviously ALSO aware of how inadvisable it can be to interrupt a fellow Shinigami in the middle of their training. I understand the results," In his irritation Shiroki indulged himself with a minor outpouring of spiritual pressure; allowing his usual cloak of suppression to slip and temporarily reveal the hidden depths of true potential lurking beneath. "--can be quite...explosive,"

Translation: Don't mess with me, lady. Not unless you want to be messed with right back.

Shiro hadn't had the best of impressions with either Noblefolk OR Vastines. Individuals belonging to both these categories had sought to kill him in the past, though thankfully neither had succeeded. Granted, one of them had morphed into a bloody HOLLOW at the time; and the other had been some 11th squad mook, but nonetheless the experience with Sabiruchi Tsuyosa and Itsuya Borataro left a bitter taste in his mouth. Now here was yet another--a Tsuyosa no less--apparently embodying the parts he disliked most about Nobles and Vastine in one infuriating package.

Just ignore her. She'll hang about and do what she likes regardless. They all do. When she notices you aren't humoring her she'll just get huffy and leave. Then you can take Hanzo and go find 4th Squad or something.

Easier said than done.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Va'tet on Tue Nov 20, 2018 11:00 am

Va'tet slowly blinked her rainbow-colored eyes, tilting her head ever-so-slightly. "Train...ing. Yes. It can be quite... dangerous during training."

Her wings began to fold in on themselves, revealing they possessed three joints rather than the usual two. Therefore, her upper wings bent twice, while her lower wings tucked themselves neatly behind her thighs. But due to the size of her wings, they stuck out on either side of her, framing her tall but thin body.

"I had thought... you, too, were here to learn kido in peace. It seems... I was mistaken. If that, is the case... I shall let you train." A nagging voice in her head interrupted Va'tet, something she had once been told as a little girl.

"You must reach out to others, Va'tet. You've been surrounded by powerful grown-ups ever since coming here, that the younger generation are too intimidated to approach you. I don't want you to be lonely." Her teacher's words. At the time, she had not understood. How could she be lonely, with Ma'kine and the great Commander- ahem, former Commander- always beside her? But, hundreds of years with only Muerte to speak to showed her how to be lonely even with company.

"Now that was just rude," Muerte said in her mind.

She tilted her head again, looking at the Werewolf child. "If you.. wish it, you may join me inside. Once your training finishes. This building... is very old. If it is as it was when I was a child... it should be full of Bakudo and Kaido spells that the 11th developed long ago..." Without another word,she turned and leaped up to the window, crawling inside after a brief struggle with her oversized wings. The sight would have been comical, if only Va'tet had been aware of modern day modesty and clothing. A Hawaiian shirt alone did not do much to protect a girl's modesty.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Sat Dec 29, 2018 3:55 am

Nobles. Elitist, stuck-up jerks one and all. Never there when you wanted them (which was refreshingly seldom, thank the Soul Queen), and always there when you didn't--just at the perfect time to catch unsuspecting puppies with their paws in the cookie jar.


Not that he has any experience with aforementioned misdemeanors and cookie jars of course. Definitely not.

This one would be trouble though. Tsuyosas almost universally were. He'd never been on the best terms with Captain Hollow, and that was BEFORE the Incident. Nor can he claim to be counted amongst the surviving Ao Tsuyosa's list of favorite colleagues either; thanks to certain...philosophies and training methods that bordered slightly on the unsafe. Today's disaster, for example.

On hindsight, things could've gone better. They could've had a 2nd squad medic join them at the scene, for one--just as a precaution in case of something like this. Where healing arts were concerned he has to admit to being next to useless: the philosphy of 2nd ascribes little room for error or injury, preferring to focus on avoiding them as opposed to actually Fixing injuries that already happened. Ironic, given the situation they now find themselves in; with neither of them equipped to heal so much as a shallow scrape with Kaido, never mind repair a possibly broken arm.


"We're going to have to swing by 4th squad, Lieutenant. This has to be handled by experts, and I'm not one of them." Halfway to lifting his colleague's prone form, he hesitates. "Are you up to that? Flash step's gonna be a little rough, so l could...um, put you to sleep for a bit. If you prefer?"


Granted, things might've been a lot easier with Hanzo already unconscious. But anybody with perception worth a damn could tell he wasn't...hence the question. Nothing assassins consider ruder (and more unsafe) than being rendered unconscious, after all.


"I've sent word and they'll be expecting us," Good old Alfred, quick on the uptake as always. "Won't take long,"

Without further ado, Shiroki gingerly reaches out to hoist Hanzo, tapping reiatsu reserves automatically for the strength boost required to handle something easily twice his weight. Thankfully, this current load is way less than a certain Kenpachi had been. He keeps one eye on the window where Va'tet had taken leave as a sensible precaution, especially with that ominous Espada-thing tagging along after her like a lost stray. They hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms, so probably prudent to consider both potential problems for now: a list that, as of current standing; included the AWOL captain of 7th, the situation in 11th, disturbing developments in 6th and the Commander herself. Things were beginning to get out of hand. If anybody ELSE showed up with an intent on killing him, Shiroki decided to just tell them to take a number and get in line.

Hopefully the 4th would have beds free for them now, and the near future. He suspected there would be a need for it.
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Re: The New Lieutenant (Open)

Post by Hanzō Judai on Sun Dec 30, 2018 12:47 am

Hanzo's head lolled to the side as Shiroki lifted his body. Curiously, it didn't hurt. That should bother me, he thought. He couldn't feel his fingers, but he was certain he'd dropped his Zanpakuto. That wasn't good. His eyes fluttered open.

"Did I... black out...?" Hanzo murmured as he looked around.

It didn't feel like he did. More like... a few seconds simply didn't happen. He couldn't remember anything that happened between failing to execute the Bakudo El Escudo, and opening his eyes.

As he looked around, he glanced to his arm. The bones stuck through his flesh and he wretched on the ground as bile filled his throat.

At that moment, there was the sound of breaking glass and twisting metal. Shiroki's Preyscape had destroyed the very last piece of his weapon, outside of Hanzo's view. When they did, the hourglass shattered, spilling sand down Hanzo's back. There was a pause, Hanzo's tattoos flickering blue-green before fading out... And suddenly turning red.

With a force like a charging bull, Hanzo was wrenched from Shiroki's grip, yanked sidewise violently before his body hovered in the air, outlined by the golden halo which swirled with darkness, turning a deep pitch as Hanzo's tattoos glowed red at a steady pulsing beat.

Hanzo looked to Shiroki with a shocked expression, his body suspended in midair, as a long thin arm crept around over his shoulder. Slowly, a shadowy figure appeared behind Hanzo, out of his view. It's shape was indistinct, and it was nearly impossible to look directly at, but could be observed by looking slightly away from it's form.

It was a young girl, dressed like a princess from clothes made of recycled and patch-worked scraps. Her head was next to Hanzo's, but he was unable to see her, his body frozen by whatever effect manifested her. She spoke, aloud, in a voice Hanzo recognized.

"You failed me, my little Knight. Maybe this'll help you do better, next time," she laughed with a nearly sadistic glee as her hands clamped around Hanzo's face, covering his mouth as she dug her fingers into his eye, gouging it out with a sickening pop. Hanzo's scream was barely muffled by her small fingers.

Then, as if it never happened, Hanzo dropped to the ground, crumpled in a heap. His tattoos had returned to normal, and the effects of his Shikai were gone. As he lifted his head, both his eyes looked at Shiroki.

He blinked, slowly, looking around the damaged space. "Captain...? What are we doing here?"
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Post by Shiroki on Mon Dec 31, 2018 12:27 am

Something had happened just then, something he had not been privy to. The unexpected slump of tension in Hanzo just now spoke volumes, likely hinting at a brief jaunt into the other's inner world. With whatever-it-was lasting no more than a heartbeat, Shiroki opted to dismiss it...for now.

Of more import was arriving at the 4th Division's med bay before any new complications arose.

"We're on our way to 4th Hanzo," he informed the Shapeshifter, eyes fixed straight upon the shortest route to their goal. Which, for some damnable reason, wasnt as short as he wouldve liked. He shut down that irritating portion of his brain currently conceding that this geographical location made absolute sense (4th would of course be situated closer to the academy where accidents were more commonplace, and as far away from the 11ths territory as possible), and concentrated on simply closing the distance to their destination.

The awareness that a certain Kenpachi Azalea couldve covered this exact route in less time did not help to improve his mood at all. This was what came of neglecting Hoho of late. Truth be told, he had become less regular at its practice ever since assuming the mantle of captain, and it was severely limiting options. Not a very smart thing to do in retrospect, when one of your techniques literally depended on being better at running away than your rival. It would be something he had to work harder at in future.

Oh well, at least this irritatingly long shunpo trip would count as practice. "Sorry about the suddenness of it, but l thought you shouldnt try to flash step yourself for awhile. Hope you don't mind."

He did his best to keep a lid on his emotions. The whole thing had been disastrous overall, but Taiyo always advocates looking on the bright side of things and learning from mistakes. Was there a bright side here? Perhaps, if you counted the fact that at least now they knew more of Hanzo's mysterious shikai to be better on guard for it in the event either of them were inclined to try again. It certainly beat having to work it out from scratch. Not exactly a game changing development, but he would take victories where he could get them.

"An ...interesting shikai you've got there, l wasnt expecting it'd make me resort to Bankai," Credit where credit's due. "You might even have won, if you'd taken advantage of me being distracted to attack at the end. But l can't say l envy you, however. Your zanpakuto. Now there's a mean one. Not the meanest l've seen, but definitely in the top ten. Speaking from experience I'd warn you to watch out for her"

"...but you probably know that already. How much do you remember?"
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Post by Hanzō Judai on Mon Dec 31, 2018 11:22 am

Hanzo hung his head in thought. He searched his memories, trying to find out what had happened that caused him to be this injured. "I remember... Waking up this morning. Heading to the Captain's office. We talked about my accepting the position, but... I don't remember anything else. The next thing I recall, I was on the ground asking you what we were doing." Based on the Captain's words, they must have been training. But, that was illogical. He didn't have a Shikai. Unless Shiroki was unwell and simply imagined the situation, but that did not match with Hanzo's injuries.

The logical explanation was, given the gap in Hanzo's memories, that he simply couldn't remember his Shikai. The gap in his mind could be explained by a substantial head injury, or some Kido-like effect.

Hanzo glanced at his ruined arm. The Fourth could fix it, given time and if they made it within a fast enough period. In which case, that meant his injuries weren't worth thinking about. There was nothing he could do with his meager Kido skills, and Shiroki was clearly the faster of the two. It didn't make sense to think about what he could not influence. Though, it seemed pertinent to mention one thing to Shiroki, to ease his Captain's worries.

"It is fine, Captain Shiroki. I am not in any pain. You do not need to worry about me." As he spoke, Hanzo shifted his ruined arm slightly, apologizing for smearing blood on Shiroki's side. Hanzo could feel the bones shifting in his arm. What a peculiar sensation, he thought, perhaps something was very wrong indeed. But saying so would simply cause undue worry on the Captain.
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