((OOC: Set after the current Storyline, to save confusion))



"The conflict in Palestine continues to mount, death tolls are in the millions. With no end in sight the UN.." Gerald picked up the remote control from the arm of his plush leather chair and switched the TV off. The future was looking very bright for Xenophon Corporation. The Palestine Conflict having 'unexpectedly' restarted paved the way for some very big bucks to be made. It was fortunate of course that his company had the...foresight...to forge close contact with both sides in the conflict. This put them in a prime position to play both sides against the middle, selling weapons to one side and then the other.

"Don't forget who made this possible for you Mr Hardy" Gerald froze, his heavy brow persperating, and his eyes sought out the voice...no it wasn't a voice...he didn't hear it. The words had entered right into his mind.

From the darkness stepped a young woman, mid twenties, long brown hair and a thin sharp face that made her piercing blue eyes all the more intimidating. She seemed to glide across the heavy shag carpet and came to a stop beside him, looking at his bald head and heavy gut critically.

"You have forgotten your place Mr Hardy.." The words appeared clearly in his mind as they always did, she'd never spoken...not since the day they had first met. His contact, his middle man, between himself and Them.

"I-i really don't know what you mean, i have complied with all your Employers wishes." He stammered and found that his hands were gripping the leather upholstery so hard that his knuckles had turned white.

"No...you have not. We require that both sides gain weapons of a Nuclear nature...you assured us before we instigated the renewed fighting that Xenephon Corp could make this possible...yet you have not delivered..." No apparent anger in the psychic message...she never showed emotion.

"I..." He stopped and considered what he might say. "They will utterly wipe each other out if we gave them that kind of hardware..." He said a sad note in his voice.

"This was our arrangement...to break it...would be unwise, for yourself, the board of directors and your families." He couldn't find any other words of which to respond and so he simply hung his head.



The night hung over the Science Division Compound like a velvet blanket. The destruction that still riddled Seireitei hidden by its cold embrace. The hour was late and only marginal guards patrolled this area of the vast and winding cityscape. Some had been on duty for a few hours now and like sentries the worlds over they were assured in the knowledge that nothing could happen on their watch and so, as is always the case, they were sloppy, their steps nonchalant and casual.

They didn't even see the distortion ripple across the walls and sky, never heard the minuscule sounds that foretold an intruder. No one did and so the three slinked into the building, wound through its vast and labyrinth like chambers until they came to a room. A flicker of metal in the low candle light, the slightest scratch of steel, and the door yawned open. They had found what they came for.

Each held a portion of their prize in black sacks and then like mirages in the desert shimmered into nothingness and made good their escape. As they had been trained to do they went their separate ways through Seireitei, each had a predesignated extraction point, and no one was to go back for the anyone should trouble arise. After all...they didn't exist.

And so the three scaled the roof tops of Seireitei and if anyone looked closely they would see that where they stood, leapt and climbed was a slight ripple in the scenery, barely discernible but the one flaw to the expensive spirit particle cloaking devices each wore.

A veiled moon hung above the destroyed Seireitei, casting the odd shadow across a jutting column of broken masonry. Sal watched it all dejectedly from his perch atop the 11th Squad Head Quarters. It had been three weeks since the Espada had broken through the great divide between Hueco Mundo and Soul Society and still he had not been placed, still he was tested. He looked to one of the far walls of Seireitei, the barriers, and thought of Rab, of Rukongai...of freedom. These thoughts were burned away in an instant by a new one, an old one, a thought that plagued man kind since the dawn of time.

Power...he had tasted it, now he wanted more. It was why he stayed, it was why he trained tirelessly. He wanted what Seireitei could give...and if they wouldn't give it he would take it by force. A dark thought perhaps but as he had been told that was the way here, progression could be earned or it could be taken at the point of a sword. He had to admit he liked the latter option.

He looked down at the lower roofs across from his position and something caught his eye. It may have been nothing, just...a blur against the crisp picture his vision normally delivered. He swiped at his eyes, he must have been getting tired he thought, but when he looked again it was still there...moving across the roof directly below him. A pocket of heat perhaps, like those that appeared on the horizon on a hot day.

He mused to himself for a second or so and then dropped down and landed with a heavy 'clunk' on the rooftop just behind the blur. For a minute it vanished and he chided himself for his nervousness but then it was there again, to the side, bounding onto another lower roof. He frowned in confusion and gave chase but again as he got behind it, it vanished.

"What the bloody hell is going on..." He muttered as he sought the discrepancy again. He didn't find it and as he gave a shrug and begun to move off he saw movement at the side of his eye...and felt...something.

Felt to late, the blow landed like a mallet, and he crashed to the red tiles of the roof below.

A bolt of white lightning shot past the head of the cloaked assailant freezing him in his tracks and causing every muscle of his body to tense, he looked up to see that before him stood a man clad in the traditional uniform of the shinigami, wearing an arm band that told the invader this man represented the 6th squad as its lieutenant.

“Excuse me but I don’t believe that visual impairment device is standard issue to the gotei 13, I’m afraid I must confiscate it and escort you in for questioning. Do you find these terms acceptable?”

Jin had been walking the paths of Seretei, with his position as lieutenant his level of responsibility had increased astronomically and the amount of paper work he was gaining was killing him, bearing down upon his lazy persona. And the invasion of the hollow had done nothing to help either, adding damage and casualty reports to his workload by the truck full. But his captain was not a man too disappoint so Jin made sure too keep on schedule, it was in an effort to gain a break from one of there monotonous form filling sessions that he took a began his stroll through Seretei refreshing himself with the cool out door air, an activity that had become almost routine to him since his promotion.

As he made his way through the paths that connected the buildings of each squad a movement caught his eye, there appeared to be a hazy blur on top of one squad buildings, it was possible this could just be the result of spirit particles in the air gaining a little excess energy from being near the presence of the strong reiatsu of a captain. But as he watched the haze mesmerized by its hypnotic beauty, it moved from its stationary position travelling further along the roof towards its edge. Agitated spirit particles was a theory utterly destroyed by this new development, there was no way they would perform a movement like that, this had to be something else and considering the efforts it was going to not too get noticed probably a threat.

Jin flash stepped forward the roofs of the buildings below barely grazing the soles of his feet as his amazing speed carried him forth, he was easily able to out manoeuvre the hazed patch at his velocity gaining some distance ahead of it before skidding to a stop in front of it, from its lack of evasive manoeuvring Jin had too assume it hadn’t seen him approaching the suit must be giving them slightly reduced vision which had rendered them unable too keep up with his speed. These had been the events leading up to the present situation.

“I’ll have to request that you release that concealment device now, your arrest is imminent” Jin said the words his unwavering calm demeanour keeping composed throughout

Kajitora was standing guard around the 6th squad barracks; he loved his new family in the squad 6 members. He was one step closer to his dream, surpassing the historical Byakuya Kuchiki-presently the most famous Kuchiki. He was hyped up on apple juice with his eyes wide and his brain jumping from object to object just as his eyes did. The black pools he called eyes reflected the moonlight that made his dark hair shine. As a nightly breeze flew by, some dirt got into Kajitora’s eyes and he made his way over to a jar of water that he used to hydrate his body for long shifts of guard duties. He rinsed his eyes out quickly so he could return to his duty, which he selflessly took upon himself. He could have asked a lower ranking officer to do such a task but he liked doing the little things here and there when timed permitted him. Once his eyes were cleansed by the fresh water, he took his sword up on his shoulder which was covered by his tied back sleeves and made his way back to the door.

Something on the roof caught his eye; he glanced up at and then began to dismiss it from his mind-but then it began to speed up its movement. To Kajitora it looked like nothing more than a blur, but once the blur began to hasten he decided to investigate. He immediately shunpo’d up to the roof and once there he tied his sword to his belt while he ran after the blurring being.

Kajitora focused his spiritual energy and mentally commanded it to begin pumping through his body like pressurized water escaping from a water valve. His legs began to run faster, now filled with energy that made it easier for them to move up and down like they were floating in water-almost weightless. He shunpo’d in front of what he perceived to be the blur’s path. Once he was in front of the thing, he drew his sword with lightning fast muscle memory, pointing the zanpakutou’s blade pointing at the blur.

“If you’re from the 12th Squad of something, you need to identify yourself right now. Otherwise, I can not allow you to go any further!” Kajitora’s eyes now shimmered with the red light of his resolve, and Suzaku’s spiritual energy whistled against her own sharp blade. Kajitora was usually as passive as any other 13 year old, but when it came to protecting something he became instantly serious and violently devoted to the task at hand. He felt this anomaly was a threat to his new squad, and he would not stand for anything infiltrating and hurting his new family.

((Spirit Power pleeeaseee, oh and just to be clear you guys are handling your own fights. I'm trusting ya now, don't let me down ))

His left arm and leg ached from the impact of his fall, cracked tiles slid under his feet as he struggled up. He looked up at the glimmer peering over the edge of the roof some twenty meters over head. He calculated the distance, his weight, and how high he could jump in a heart beat and saw only one course of action. He gripped his Zanpakuto tightly and charged at the grey stone wall and sprung into the air.

He was perhaps nine meters in the air when he neared the wall and gripping his sword in both hands plunged it into the masonry. The sword caught his weight and he spun with the momentum, doing one full circle of the blade, adjusting his hands accordingly, and as he was at the peak of his arc dislodged the sword and shot up the remaining distance, feet first. He begun to right himself as he approached the lip of the rooftop and rose another meter above the ghostly foe before bringing his sword down with such force that it shattered a long wound in the roof a foot across and twelve feet long....his foe however had not been in the blast radius.

"God damn it he's fast.." He muttered and tried to find the elusive, transparent enemy before it could strike unseen. His search was over as a crackling bolt of lightning collided with the back of his right shoulder. He spun the Force of the attack and for just a second he caught a glimmer of the real attacker when its cloak faltered.

He rotated the shoulder and then with a snarl at the distortion a few metres away. "Kidou of that level won't do you much good against me....up your game or just fall down...do you even have a name tag i wonder?" He chuckled but his laughter stopped with a cascading beam of blue screamed its way towards him. Again, for a split second he saw his attacker...was...was...that a Human!?

The beam travelled so fast, faster than he had anticipated. One option was open to him, short of death, and he could only take it...he'd died once before and found it hadn't agreed with him.

Sal gripped his Zanpakuto tightly in his right hand and raised his left, palm facing the rapidly encroaching beam. He braced himself, braced his legs, getting as much grip on his boots as he could.
The beam hit his hand with a a roar akin to a wave crashing against rocks and immediately his felt his body slide back on the broken tiles. He gritted his teeth and strained against the powerful Kidou and then he began to loose his Rieatsu that had been in its most relaxed state till now.

It began as a growl in the back of his throat, just a rattling rasp not even audible in the sparking, hissing noise of the cerulean energy but it rose and rose and rose until it was a roar that could have matched any Hollow in Hueco Mundo, his Rieatsu came crashing outward in a rampant stream of golden light surging across his body and filling the area around it with a visible disturbance, flickering lights, and disorientating colours.

He extended himself to roughly 75% of his power and with a heave of his left hand deflected the angle of the Kidou so that the beam shot upwards into the air and exploded like a brilliant firework filling the night with a tint of cerulean that vanished to quickly.

He looked at the enemy and every few seconds saw its potent disguise flicker and fluctuate, one second it was a slim, white skinned, human female of little height and the next it was nothing but a distortion in the scenery. He laughed at the realisation.

"Seems like your cloaking device can't handle the pressure....can you.." He smiled and charged forward, with no where to hide all he had to worry about now was Kidou....fucking Kidou...

(OOC: Spirit Power please)

Kajitora’s reiatsu continued to flow from his body, creating a veil of dense energy that began to push down on him and his enemy. He barely felt the spiritual pressure but he was sure his opponent could feel the full effect of it. The roof shook from the power that emitted from Kajitora as he pointed his sword at his enemy. The cloaking device that the intruder wore flickered on and off under the pressure of reiatsu. The enemy became annoyed by the minimal working of the cloak and after looking around threw it off. Once Kajitora and his enemy were in an awkward stand still, Kajitora remembered what he had learned over the years; don’t go into a fight 110% at the start. Two things tended to happen when he did that: he became tired quickly and couldn’t fight for long especially with his small body, and secondly he destroyed everything near him. He didn’t want to destroy his new home or be humiliated by this new enemy so he decided to turn down his reiatsu to little over half. Better to start slow he figured, plus with his strategies he thought he would do fine.

As the cloak flew off and the enemy was revealed, Kajitora found himself pointing his zanpakutou at a female about his height and that looked a little older than him. She had curly red locks that came down past her shoulder and piercing blue eyes that looked unnaturally bright blue. A mischievous grin spread across her bright red, healthy lips as she took out a pair of gauntlets and put them on. Kajitora thought about attacking but he didn’t want to attack an unready opponent. He waited until she had the gauntlets on and then demanded, “Who are you?”

The female fighter clinched and unclenched her hands as she answered, “Ye tell yer name, shini, and I’ll tell ye mine.”

It took Kajitora a second to understand the woman through her heavy accent, but after the information was processed he answered, “I’m Kajitora Miyamoto. 3rd Seat of the 6th Squad. And you are?”

“3rd Seat?” the woman shrilled, “you mus be prett-a strong than.” She began to dance a little mock jig as she chanted, “Lucky…lucky…lucky. I be lucky today.” Kajitora brought his sword up to defend as the woman stopped dancing but it was too late. She was already upon him, she drilled him in the stomach with a solid punch and then performed a powerfully kick to his head. He managed to block most of the force from the kick with his arm but with the breath knocked out of him, the kick threw him off balance. As he tried to began his balance, she saw the woman with her hand on the roof, “Oil Slick!” The words for a kidou slipped through her mouth quickly and effortlessly. At the moment that Kajitora regained his balanced, the oil sprouted from under his feet, causing him to loss it again. Trying to regain his footing only made him fall immediately into the oil which lubricated his slide down the curved roof, up into the air and then down to the ground with a thud. As he looked up while he attempted to stand, he saw the woman standing in front of him on the ground her fist ready to strike at any moment.

“The name’s Grace O’Malley, my occupation is none of ya business. But for now, I’ll be your hostess for a good o’ fashion ass kickin.”

OOC: kidou pls and surely if your opponent is human she shouldn’t be able to use kidou kajitora, I don’t mean too criticize your post its just a friendly observation also when you read about his opponents weapon think chad.

The lightly buzzing blur stood before Jin’s, a stationary block of hazy air. The two figures faced off with each other no words spoken each waiting for the other too make a move, although to an outsider Jin just appeared too be staring into space. A ripple suddenly flowed through the blur revealing the tall figure of a man in its wake. As his opponents appearance completed Jin was left staring at the features of a dark skinned man a similar height too himself, the man had dreadlocked hair long in length swinging down to his waist and a shockingly intense shade of black. His deep brown gaze locked on Jin whilst a scowl gripped his face, supported by a well built figure but not overly bulky similar too Jin although his biceps were a bit more prominent.

NPC Daimon: Oi bredah wha you in me way for, move yo ass before me crush you like a lical insect.

The man spoke in a thick Caribbean accent coating his every word, although as a death god Jin hadn’t visited the material world enough times to know many accents so to him it just sounded un-place ably foreign. He couldn’t understand his opponent, he was emitting no abnormal levels of reiatsu, it was way below that of any hollow jin had ever met or even the new shinigami recruits, upon observation he seemed nothing more than a slightly psycho-sensitive human. But if that was the case then how the hell was his soul separated from his body, there was no way this guy had died already other wise he’d have no spiritual presence like the peasants of rukongai or at least a level adequate of suggesting he join the academy but this guy fit into neither of those categories, he was an anomaly. If he was just a gifted human then why had he been sent on this mission surely his sponsors couldn’t have been so arrogant as too assume that cloaking device would evade all detection, but if they were assuming he’d get caught then surely this guy would have been abnormally fast using speed to evade pursuers, but here he stood confronting Jin head on. The questions swam round his head a staggered pool of thought, but little did he know his questions were soon to be answered.

NPC Daimon: You got to de counta tree before me beat yo ass like a drum, now MOVE!!!

Jin stood unflinching in the mans anger, a grin spreading across his face at the aggravation he’d provoked, but that wasn’t the best reaction he could of chosen. The smile did not impress his overbearing enemy who took the smirk as a sign that Jin was taking him for a joke the scowl holding his features instantly becoming more prominent.

Spirit particles began too tear from the material objects that furnished seretei, tree, roof tiles, walls and more slowly began to disintegrate, little orbs of light breaking off following they’re attraction to the new comer, swirling round his arm at his beckoning they’re speed gradually increased forming a whirling typhoon of light before the phenomenon condensed and the shining glare faded revealing an orange plate of armour now covering the mans arm streaked with a two stripes of red. Daimon now stood before Jin an exuberant force of reiatsu blasting forth to mark his presense.
But Jin was never one too be out done, within seconds his reiatsu was pouring out too meet his foe’s, two colliding titans of spiritual pressure beginning they’re conflict. He wasted no time starting his assault leping up and backward and using hohou to secure his position in the air, he thrust both his palms outwards.

“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!"

Jin whispered the incantation his reatsu being sucked from his to form the familiar volatile red orb growing as it condensed increasing quantities of spiritual energy fuelling its growth in diameter in front of Jin left palm, as the kidou continued its evolution jin began to utter a second incantation.

“Oh the crescent moon of the lunar eclipse, where one of the purist of light and the shadows of darkness, show me your holy light"

This time causing white particles of reiatsu to converge on a uniform point forming itself into a bright white orb that built its size before Jin’s right palm, this was only his third time aiming to control two kidou at once and it was taking an incredible strain a bead of sweat dripped from his now vein-ous forehead. His skills in kidou were improving but he could not give up attempting these harder feats otherwise he would t progress. He release the white orb of reiatsu first, the miniature shining lunar figure flying up to eclipse the original moon in a pure white gleam.

“Hadou Number 21: White Lunar Spear Shot”

Jin called as it shot forth, quickly releasing the other spell he’d been charging in quick succession

“Hadou Number 31: Red Shot of Fire”

The words flew from his lips as the attack soared forth too meet its target. The shining white spear was the first too make contact an explosion that sent plumes of dust billowing into the air and causing a strong gust to begin buffeting Jin, within a second of delay the second spell was upon Jin’s foe this time expelling a searing wall of heat as the flaming bomb made its climactic explosion.

Jins eye’s squinted peering through the smoke looking for signs of his opponents tattered remains, the playful smirk still lingering on his lips. But it was quickly vanquished as the smoke began too dissipate Jins eye’s grew wide with horror as his opponent stood before him, clothes a little tattered but otherwise unharmed his armour plated arm now ending in a shield like shape at his shoulder releasing a fiery inferno of reiatsu like the jet of a rocket.

Jin’s smirk turned to a frown of annoyance

“damn it how troublesome”

"Next on the list is X-33 from Acheri Pharmaceuticals" Director Sax spoke in a weary tone to the rest of the gathered FDA officials. They all wore expensive suits and each sat in a comfortable leather chair around a rectangular dark mahogany conference table.

"Its been tested for over two years and i must say the results are astounding. In the clinical trails subjects were reported to have overall much better health ON TOP of eradicating each form of cancer the subjects had." This was medical liaison Patrick Worf, a slender and rodent featured individual.

"Yes from the reports we've all received this is a real no brainer but procedure is procedure, all those in favour of granting X-33 FDA approval?" Asked Director Sax, each of the board members raised their hand.
"Approved" He said brining a heavy stamp down on the file before him.

It was amazing how fifty million dollars could ease a conscience. It certainly eased that of Director Sax and Patrick Worf's. Normally a follow up of clinical trial subjects would be carried out six months after the trail finished but unfortunately the files on those subjects had been lost in a computer incident, after all even the FDA's firewall wasn't impenetrable. Little did the pair know that they were in fact co-conspirators in this underhanded plot and so as each made their way to their respective cars they each held thoughts of loose women, luxury yachts and caviare for breakfast. They couldn't have been aware of the fate befalling the subjects exposed to X-33.

Newyork City, later that day.

Brad felt fantastic, in fact he felt twenty years younger, NO!, forty years younger! As he looked in the mirror he was actually sure he'd grown new hair across his almost bald white head. Who would have thought it? Not only had they beaten cancer but hell they'd solved male pattern baldness to!

Six months to the day that he'd been given basically a new life. No one can really know what its like knowing that your insides are rotting away and that just a little further down the line awaits the Reaper.
He'd beat it though, he'd make it to his sixty seventh birthday.

Brad finished adjusting his tie in the mirror and gave himself a denture filled smile. It was right at this moment the pain started. It shot up his left arm like a crackle of electricity and found his heart. He clutched at his chest and finding no breath to call to his daughter downstairs stumbled to the floor. So much pain...then nothing, just a darkness.

When Brad awoke he was still in his bathroom...and so were a lot of people, his wife, his daughter and a very brad shaped body bag being carried out by paramedics. He began to panic and backed up against the wall and as everyone left he heard it...the sound of chewing. He looked down and saw the last of the chain on his chest vanish.

All across the country, trail subjects experienced the same fate.

OOC: Sal +2 to spirit power.
Jin +1.5 to kidou
Kajitor nothing sorry but your post didn't seem to warrant an increase.

Oh and Jin, a little research will show that kidou is not a shinigami art. It is achievable by anyone with reiatsu and intelligence.

((I dont think this is worth anything))

"Quite a Rieatsu you have there Soul Reaper..." The woman called as she pirouetted into the air, fire trailing around her from the twin suns she held in each hand. "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!" She called her voice carrying over the distance between them as she rose skyward.

Sal gave chase his Flash Step no match for her uncanny speed and so for every step forward his foe was three steps ahead. The twin orbs were fired in his direction, the woman expertly manipulating their trajectory so that they spun and twisted around one another as they homed in on him. He flung himself to the side, still rising upwards, and barely escaped the fiery death but a glance behind showed the Kidou to be curving back upon him. He increased his speed and his eyes stung from the force of the wind.

The Kidou kept pace and he could feel his legs tiring from the erratic and evasive manoeuvres he was pulling in order to shake his pursuers but the skill of his enemy was great and her attacks remained locked upon him. He felt the heat on his back as he was within striking distance of the Female, he raised his sword, and saw the smile creep up on her perfectly painted blue lips. He looked down to her hands and saw a third crimson orb. The world as he knew it exploded in a supernova of brilliance, a perfectly formed sphere of red light filled the sky as big as any building in Seireitei.

"Not to bright sunshine....shame...you were kinda cute." She laughed her face less than an inch from the brilliantly smooth surface of the expanded energy that surely spelled Sal's demise.

"Sound The Funeral Bell, Claidheamh Mor!" The sound cut through the hiss and crackle of energy instantly, the clang and echo of a singular bell accompanying each syllable.

The Kiduo user gasped and from her the corner of her mouth trickled a trail of red. She looked down shakily, her head jerking ever so slightly as the life left her body. In her chest, dead centre of her breasts, was Claidheamh Mor. Its blade glowing in the heat from the now defusing energy.
She looked up and saw Sal as the Kidou dissipated, his face burned and blackened, his clothes mere flaming wisps but he was alive and he looked very very pissed.

"If you were back three inches you'd have lived..." Was all he said and drove the blade forward, pushing it staight through her chest with a sickening sound of metal and bone.

(OOC: Kidou if possible, then he can use the kidou I was planning on using. If not, Fighting skill please. Sorry, if its anti-climatic but these two still some fight in them so don't worry. lol. Woot, this is my longest post on the site so far. )

Kajitora used his zanpakutou to help him stand. After he was back on his feet he thought about what had happen. Not the simple kidou that simply caught him unaware, but the punch that had actually landed. He was certain that she wasn’t using speed that was superior to his own, for two reasons: one he had seen every step that she took to deliver the punch, and two he had blocked the kick that followed the devastating punch. He reached deep into the crevasses of his memory of that moment, pass the kidou, and past the kick, and went over every detail he could pull up.

The punch was coming, and Kajitora was blocking with his sword where the punch was suppose to land due to laws of physics. Right in the middle of his chest, the punch had been aimed as it was closing in fast. Milimeters from sword that blocked Kajitora’s chest, the fist paused for a brief second, redirected and then was launched forward again like a speeding bullet this time at Kajitora’s gut. He remembered his abdomen had rippled from the force of the punch! That was all that he cared to remember of the embarrassing failure of his defense.

Kajitora returned to his senses, and he immediately decided against moving in and using close range combat especially with the woman’s deadly mixture of hand to hand and kidou. Kajitora couldn’t decide if he would attack with violent speed or just wait and see what else his opponent revealed. He had grown since his entrance into squad 6, he knew better than to just rush in, blindfolded, guns blazing, destroying everyone and everything until God couldn’t sort’em out…but then again it seemed like the perfect idea at the moment. He was learning that his opponent was more and more dangerous, if he waited around much more he could lose more than his pride and his stomach’s fortitude. If he went forward then, used the knowledge of his opponent’s abilities so far and his full strength he might be able to plot a one shot kill and if not a deep wound.

He gripped his sword tightly and the gears in his head began to turn, scheming the next move and every possible outcome he could possibly think of from his opponent. Kajitora’s foot kicked off from the ground and helped propel his forward surging body to go even faster. He lifted his sword upon approach, ready to bring it down in an instant the moment he finished closing the gap. The human, Grace, just stood her ground and smiled. Once the sword was above her head, she called forth her kidou, “Kidou #39: Arc Shield!” A shield of condensed reiatsu formed around the crown of Grace’s head in the shape of a circle.

Little did the human woman know that it was Kajitora who would have the last laugh, or at least smile. He couldn’t help but show facially his excitement as she had fallen right into his trap. The sword didn’t come down as she had expected but came backwards, the unbladed side resting against Kajitora’s shoulder. His smile faded as his body stopped moving forward, he planted his feet and waited for the shield to form completely before he flung the sword forward with all his speed and strength not at Grace’s shielded head but at her shoulder. At the last moment, Grace realized she was going to lose her arm if she didn’t act. She threw a sloppy but powerful haymaker at Kajitora, which missed since he had stopped his movement forward. The sword came down on her rotating shoulder, clean through skin and bone, the katana didn’t crush anything but simply cut through like hot knife through butter. Suzaku didn’t chop Grace’s arm clean off, it stopped just short of her job rendering the Grace’s left arm useless since almost all the nerves were severed.

Kajitora had used a modified version of Katsugi-Waza (shouldering the sword), except after rising his sword he hadn’t moved back with the finishing blow, he simply stopped and attacked hoping that his opponent was only capable of attacking quickly with her hands which he calculated wouldn’t hit him. Grace fell to the ground on her knees, desperately gripping her gushing arm. “F*** it all, ma bloody arm!”

Kajitora was glad that he had won, but this person wasn’t a Hollow and he didn’t like to see her in such anguish as she tried furiously to stop her bleeding. Her pain almost felt like Kajitora’s own pain as he watched and felt this woman suffer. Wasn’t it his job to save humans from Hollows? What about saving humans from himself. The woman was losing blood fast and Kajitora had a decision to make: watch her die as he would a hollow or save her from bleeding to death. He walked over to her, she took a swing at him again and he simply took the blow to the face. His brain skipped a thought from the fist colliding with his skull, but he kneeled down to her as she fell back to the ground. He sheathed his sword in sitting position, indicative of his sword skills and focused his attention on his reiryoku (spiritual energy).

The particle all around him stirred, rotated in a different direction and then was drawn to his powerful spiritual core. The spiritual particles lent their strength to Kajitora as he felt a surge of power rush through his body and quicken his thinking. His body itched to move with the new energy feeding his speed but he quieted his muscles and focused on healing his enemy. The energy that he had summoned to his body steadily flowed into his opponent’s wound, covering the entire area with healing energy. As he pumped good energy into his opponent’s arm he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully heal the wound but he could stop her from dying. Kajitora was incapable of using Royal Medicine, the kidou, but he knew the theory behind it and applied to his situation.

When he felt he couldn’t channel anymore of his energy without being winded, he stopped and informed his enemy, “I have spared you, now you will come with me and answer some questions from my captain as to why you are here and what you are doing!” He was voice was stern but sympathetic.

(OOC: Kidou please)

What the hell was this guy??? Orange armour plating on his arm that was able to protect him from 2 simultaneous Hadou, Jin wasn’t exactly a kidou expert but there was definitely enough power behind those attacks to severely injure this guy and yet here he stood no worse for wear than a few light scuff marks on his plating, Dammit he clearly wasn’t playing around. Maybe if Jin offered to grab some sake they could just get drunk together, but this guy would still probably take leave with a successful mission, an outcome that Jin as a luitenant just couldn’t abide by.

“oi lical man, if dat be de best ya got den leave now before ya die”

Jin was becoming a little annoyed at this man’s insulting behaviour, but so far his actions hadn’t exactly proved the guy wrong, without further warning reiatsu particles began too fly towards the mans hand quickly gathering too form a solid ball of reiatsu before the guy sent it hurtling at Jin with a heavy punch.

The was no time for decision he had too act reflexively, Jin’s body flickered out of existence for less than a second before appearing just a metre from his opponents right side.

“Hadou Number 24: water slicing blade” he called a shark fin shaped wave of water rising from the roof tiles and charging towards Jin’s opponent, but the man quickly nullified the attack hitting it with another of his reiatsu blast’s whilst jet on his shoulder flared. But his attention had been distracted as Jin had hoped now above the man, his position having been secured with another flash step his palm hovered inches from the mans skull as another kidou was prepared,

“Hadou Number 31: Shot of Red Fire”

Spiritual energy was sapped from his very soul as he powered the spell the red orb growing before his palm, before firing vertically downward toward the large ebony figure. The man threw his body too the side with no time too defend against the kidou as it hit the floor in a volatile explosion causing a whole too appear on the roof on which they fought. The man turned his attentions back too Jin releasing a barrage of punches with his single armoured fist each one releasing yet another blast of pressurised reiatsu. Jin’s image flitted through out the sky as he desperately used shunpo too avoid the attacks. But his intense focus on evasion left him vulnerable as his opponent noticing the gap in his attention appeared before Jin sinking his orange coated fist into Jins stomach in an earth shaking punch, causing blood too spurt form the shinigami’s mouth as he rocketed too the floor clutching hard too his katana. Jin’s body crashed limply onto the tiled roof rolling lifelessly over until he fell from its edge crashing down too the floor of seretei. The power behind this guys fist was unimaginable Jin’s head was left completely swimming as he struggled too his feet regaining his composure.

A tall figure covered in shadow, stood upon the edge of the roof that Jin had soo recently encountered. His identity given away only by the orange section on his right side. Jin stood once more relaxing his muscles as he the back of his neck. This guy really was an annoying asshole he was starting too wish he’d just stuck too paperwork. A thin trail of blood led down from the corner of his lip as he prepared for his next attack, This fight had too end now he had other matters too attend too, such as why these people were here.

“Hadou Number 27 : Reshi Blade” he said mainly too himself as spirit particles began forming over his forearms imbuing them with razor sharp extruding spirit blades.

“Lical man, me gon end ya now. I gotta be takin this prize to me boss, he notta patient guy ya know.”

The words were nothing more then a quiet hum too Jin’s ears he was already in too deep a focus, readied for this final strike. He flash stepped forward appearing on the mans right, the spirit blade on his left forearm grinding into his opponents armour plating leaving a shallow trail in its wake. Jin smirked too himself, so it seemed that this guys iron defence could be broken after all. But that was a fact of indifference this attack had only served as a diversion, on which had its success sealed the moment the Jamaican turned his head too acknowledge the strike too his arm, Jin’s body span too the side as his right palm came swinging round too a halt just behind the head of his foe already glowing in a faint aura of red, spirit particles quickly converged on the point within milliseconds forming a large blue orb.

“Hadou number 33: Blue fire crash down”

The hadou shot forth immediately making contact with the mans head resulting in a horrendous explosion of blood, skull fragments and large amounts of brain tissue. Jin skidded too a halt as he landed wiping the splattering of blood from his facial features. The delay his opponent had experienced in reaction speed due too his shock at his armour being cut had sealed his downfall, and now he was left dead. These were the only thoughts Jin considered as the headless corpse fell too the ground blood spewing from its neck.

(OOC: I’m really getting into this, so I’m actually going to tell my personal thoughts on these series of post. If I were to name this battle it would be: The Rukon Tiger v.s. The Irish Hand Grenade. The Rukon Tiger was Kajitora’s nickname in Rukongai before he joined the Gotei 13. And I think the Irish Hand Grenade is a the perfect nickname for Grace, she is can be pretty explosive as you’ll see. Kidou please.)

As Kajitora prepared to reach, grab, and put his opponent’s arm into a submissive position (Kimura arm lock) he heard Grace’s high pitched voice command, “Hado #22: Blood Daggers”. Kajitora watched helplessly as Grace grabbed two daggers that quickly formed from the blood. She took a swing as Kajitora as soon as the daggers had fully materialized. The first one stabbed deep into Kajitora’s left shoulder, and the second dagger missed as he moved backwards away from the woman. He checked his shoulder which was dripping with blood, he wasn’t sure how much of it was his own and how much was from the daggers made of blood. He disregarded his injured shoulder, and drew his sword instantly and without hesitation. He had tried to show the woman mercy and respect but she was just going to spit his goodwill back into his face. Kajitora wouldn’t stand for it, he would take this human as seriously as he would take a hollow now-he might even use his Shikai which his pride only allow him to use against higher level opponents.

Kajitora angled himself in a direction where he could fire off his next kidou as quickly as possible. He called out, “Hadou#5: Disarm!” He pointed his finger at his opponent’s hands which were together in a blocking position which had the two daggers in front of Grace with the hilts touching each other. Once the invisible pulse shattered forth from Kajitora’s hand and hit Grace’s hands, the weapons were stripped from her hands and dissipated.

Kajitora was surprised that the woman had used her own blood as a weapon against him. She must have had quite a bit of pride to use such a move against an enemy that was healing her. Kajitora wondered if she felt the same way he felt about fighting, he would rather die a glorious death in battle retaining his honor as he died in the service of his Captain. He thought about how he would feel if a hollow had tried to heal him at what seemed like the end of a quick battle, and upon conclusion he knew he had no choice but to kill this woman-for he would have done the same thing she had just done.

Kajitora moved forward with his new found resolve, his sword sharp with its conviction. He expected his enemy to stand her ground as she had done so far but this time as his blade rushed at her she dashed backwards away from Kajitora’s attacks. She didn’t attempt to dodge any of the attacks as Kajitora steadily increased his reiatsu, pumping more and more energy to his legs and arms increasing their speed. Grace simply stayed out of the range of Kajitora’s zanpakutou, suddenly seeming not like a fighter at all anymore. Had Kajitora completely misread his opponent or was she changing techniques? Changing strategies? Kajitora had seen this pattern before; he had seen it in his sparring matches with Shinigami…against Shinigami that were adept in Kidou! Kajitora stopped attacking with zanpakutou and began to raise his spiritual energy, preparing to release his zanpakutou. Right before Kajitora could call out Suzaku’s name; he heard words that made his spirit sink.


“From the ground, kill the plants. Constrict the life from the Rose! Hadou#47: Dying Weed.” Grace shouted, putting all her energy into the performance of the kidou.

“Molt-“ before Kajitora could finish a giant weed made of Spiritual energy wrapped around Kajitora, separating him from his zanpakutou. And as his sword fell to the ground, the giant weed began to sap the spiritual energy from Kajitora. His strength began to wane as his spiritual energy hastened to empty. Damn it, Kajitora thought, I’ve been played by this kidou caster the entire fight. She’s been staging the whole fight to make it look like she was a hand to hand fighter when in reality she is a kidou caster. I wonder what those gauntlets are used for then, judging by their density I would guess they are for defense while she casts kidou.

Grace back handed the trapped Kajitora as hard as she could before she started circling around him, taunting and thinking. He was sure she was thinking of some horrible way to kill him by the unnaturally wide smile on her face mixed with her creased eyebrows. Something wicked, his way was coming. As she walked around Kajitora she talked to her capture prey.

“Phew. I was right bout ya. You must be prett-a smart to figure out my secret so fast. I had ya going there a second. But that’s what I’d expect from a 3rd seater, you figured it out prett-a fast. Good thing I can sling kidou for fast, of ya might have been able to cut me other arm off. But ya still prett-a dumb though, even though I’m a human you shoulda used ya Shikai. I threat is a threat, regardless of ya pumped up Shinigami pride. That’s why we’re gonna take ya Shinigami out!”

Kajitora was almost out of Spiritual energy by the time Grace had finished speaking, he knew he didn’t have much time left. In five more minutes, he would be finished-probably shot through the chest with a kidou by the looks of the psychotic facial expressions of the woman before him. His zanpakutou was 5 feet away from him but the giant weed was draining his spiritual strength and ability to connect with his zanpakutou-it was now useless to him as was the source of his power.

((Kajitora as much as i like the way your fights going, could you either kill or get beaten in your next post? Oh and Jin if you wanna work your way toward me in yours that'd be great (don't forget to check the body XD). Oh and Hima is joining the fun.))


Moscow, Russia.

Nikolai barely felt the sharp tang of the icy wind any more. He'd been lying in this exact spot for four days, snow covering his body so that he blended into the thick blanket across the flat roof top seamlessly, across from him was a taller building and the powerful scope of his XFIII Sniper Rifle was pointed at a specific window, unmoving since its tripod was set. Looking down it with his good eye, his other covered in a black metallic eye batch with the beginning and ending of a ragged scar appearing on his forehead above and his cheek below, the scopes enhanced vision showed an office in crimson with a centred white cross hair aiming at a finely crafted desk.

The infra-red and ultrasonic mode of the scope switched on as it had done every 11.5 seconds for as long as he'd been here. This time however it did not simply flash off after a second no...it found a target. To the far left of the chair lay the office door and through the wall walked the red and orange heat signature of his target.

The white cross-hairs of his scope suddenly turned yellow and spinning toward the target they locked on sending signals to the expensive high calibre bullets in its magazine, each one fitted with the latest in weapons technology, nanochip guidance systems.

He waited till his target sat down, and then he squeezed the trigger. The bullet burst from the long barrel of the Rifle and soared through the air. It had shattered the large window pain and hit the main in the heart before a comrade hit him in the head. Nikolai stood, his bones aching, and leaving the gun, walked toward the stair well. Another target down....the fifteenth this month and the last means of opposition for the communist cell waiting in the wings to take over. Already he had assassinated generals, politicians from up and down the Russian hierarchy and each time the cell had quickly planted its own men in this stead. The army was their to control, key positions within the Russian cabinet were theirs and now with the President dead...nothing could stop them.

"Nikolai...is it done?" Came a distorted voice on the other end of a cellular phone attached to a small device that scrambled the signal making it almost untraceable.

"It iz done...de communist cell now haz control of ze motherland." He said descending the stairs, his voice carried the heavy and accented tones of Russia itself but the other voice was that of his current employer, whom he had never met but paid handsomely.

"There is another task that needs completed, it requires you to go where you have not tread in many years..." This stopped Nikolai in his tracks.

"Mine price vill be steep..."


Seireitei

Sal sat on the broken tiles of the rooftop, his body bloody, bruised and burned. His opponent lay dead at his feet and elsewhere he felt and heard the sounds of battle. So others had come through with this one....and what were they after?

He stood wincing at the pain and limped over to his fallen foes body and examined her, he swept a lock of hair from her face and as a mark of respect ran two fingers down her eyes, closing the lids.
She was quite pretty, he thought. This struck him as a strange thought to have...but it was after this thought he realised he didn't even know her name...he felt a certain sadness at that....

He looked her over and noticed a black sack attacked to her belt, gingerly he untied it and looked inside. jet black pieces of metal twinkled back at him with an unnatural sparkle and every bone in his body screamed at him to get as far from these things as possible.

A brightness suddenly drew his eye and he up and ahead. In the sky there was a door way of pure light shining against the dark...and silhouetted against it the distinguishable figure of a man.

It happened so suddenly that it appeared as if time had ceased. In one heartbeat the figure, more than fifty meters away, was before him. The blow struck with the force of s sun in its dying moments, its speed releasing a sonic boom into the night. Salem was air borne from it, fired like a bullet he seared an unwanted path across Seireitei before being halted by a thick outer wall.

The rock gave way by sheer force of impact and he rolled to a halt, his body screaming in agony, his mind struggling to process the events that had befallen him in the last three seconds. His immediate thoughts were of his Zanpakuto but it remained tightly held in his right hand as if Claidheamh Mor refused to be parted from the battle worn Glaswegian. He pulled himself up to his knee's and coughed a mouthful of blood onto the masonry strewn floor and then looked up.

"Oh..." He said suddenly very aware of his bedraggled appearance.