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Join Date: Oct 2006
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Chris just laid there. Because he was hurt...and hurt people can't do more than wait to get fixed up.
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Political Studies Student
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"I suppose it can't hurt to rest a bit." Aencieth said, sitting down on the battle scarred field. "At least until Tokachi fixes up that other human."
"Did...anyone catch his name? I was just a little too busy to hear it." He smiled and ran his hand through his blond hair. He honestly was feeling invigorated, despite the amount of shields he'd used already. Ellesayla was right, he was getting better. "I'm still not happy about the way you refuse to use the knife." Ellesayla commented. "Well, as soon as you give me a better idea...or tell me it doesn't destroy their souls." "I...I don't know why I'm sure now, but it...does." Ellesayla didn't seem too happy about it. "But...you don't...I don't think you have much of a choice. Without it...you have no weapons" His smile vanished and his frowned at the ring."Well...isn't that convenient? You know now? Well, I don't care, I won't destroy any more souls." He resolved himself and began pull the silver thing off his finger. "Stop! if you let that fall to the ground it will vanish. You...need it. For now at least!" She sounded pleading. "At this point...no. I don't need it. Whenever I try to use it, the Arrancar counter me." He pulled the ring off and dropped it. As it touched the ground, it turned to silver dust. Ellesayla sighed sadly. "Well...I hope you're happy." "No, I'm not. But it's better this way. If you think I need a weapon, you'd best remember another way to use it. Lysara did tell me to put my faith in you. Well, if I need a weapon, I'm sure you'll find a way to get me one." Ellesayla didn't say anything, she was worried that if she spoke more, he'd know what kind of pain breaking the ring had inflicted. Either way...he might learn.
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Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in
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Fuga was flabbergasted at the burst of speed that had just come from him. He could have sworn that he'd actually been able to see after images of himself. Yet he could feel even more power lurking in his feet. As if they knew more about his abilities than he had ever dreamed possible. His legs were shaking uncontrollably and had to sit down and watch as the current fight ended. Fuga had never dared dream he'd be fighting for his life like this in the land of the hollows.
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#84 |
There is no Toph, only Melon Lord!
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"Time to make repairs..." Errisa made her way over to 11th and his Nishi and called out, "Bring together, Tsukirite," returning her white gauntlet to her hand. She knelt down and touched the pieces, slowly pulling them together, "Altering zanpaktous is difficult work -- especially those that belong to strong owners. Give me a minute or two."
As she began restoring the vaizards blade, she also searched in its composition for anything of intellectual value to her, as her experiences with vaizards was confined only to lore and ancient records. "While I repair his blade, 4th squad, we need to have our members up and ready soon. I know this is a huge strain on you, but we are unsure as to when our opponents will descend upon us again." As she said this, she removed her scanner from her jacket and watched it intently -- it should be able to track any presence that decided to enter the room, should they be daring enough.
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Shyguy
Join Date: Jul 2007
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Tokachi tilted her head at Errisa's proclamation. It was true. They did need to be up on their feet again. Of course, she had been prepared; Kuraitame was already in its released state as she approached Christian, who was by far in the most questionable condition. “Hi.” She said feebly, knowing she had been in the back line entirely during his heroics. He was a new face to her and this being an ice breaker alone was... awkward.
“Well, I have to stab you in the heart now. It'll hurt for only a moment, but it'll actually heal you. So do me a favor and try to ignore your reflexes, they'll only betray you now.” She then tapped him twice, feeling the pulse of his blood all the way from the tip of her sword to her finger tips, followed and striked; the healing process had begun. She then proceeded to make her rounds. There was much work to be done. |
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That's so PC of you
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*Arthuros just sat there and for a momment his eyes pased over Aencieth. For a few secods as Tokachi healed Chris, he thought to himself as his eyes passed by Erissa*
- Aencieth... maybe you should talk a bit more to Erissa. Im not sure, but maybe combining your power with some of her Gadgets you could try to Upgrade that shield of yours. It's Spiritual-Particles based, right? Well... She built sentries that could read Spiritual signatures, So, think about it... *He stood up to his feet. Finally he felt confortable with leaving Chris, now that Tokachi was taking care of him. As she started her round around everyone else, he took a momment to speak up about what was on his mind* - You use mostly your Zanpaku-to to perform your healings, and the overall damage is getting bigger. Are you sure you're nto stressing your power out? |
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Political Studies Student
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After Tokachi had finished with the other human, Aencieth decided now was a good a time as any to speak with him. He walked up to the other blonde, and with as cheerful a voice as he could muster, began. "Hey, I'm Aencieth. I...sorta make shields and block things, who are you? I don't see many humans with powers that aren't Quincy based, in fact, you're only...the third I've met."
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So we are clear
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A loud rumble was heard over their collective voices. The ground under them split and cracked, chunks of it began falling down below into an apparent void. Those with accute spirit sense (20+) could see the ambient spirit particles quickly being sucked through the cracks, their density dropping to unbelievably low level. Off in the distance a stairwell appeared. They had mere seconds to get to it before they fell into the abyss
(the spirit particles are dropping off to the point you cant form footholds. so if you fall in your doomed. Oh and although you need atleast 20 to see it, a 15 or higher would let you know something was up)
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That's so PC of you
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*Arthuro's eyes got wide open as soon as the floor shook. Without even a flinch in his thoughts he grabbed Aencieth by the back of his cloths and pushed him hard towards himself as he screamed loudly enough for everyoen else to listen*
- Get Christian! Get out of here! *Pretty much as he talked he used Shunpo to move away near the cieling, Grabbing a hold of Aencieth, before noticing what as going on and only them moving towards the Stairs with another Flash step and letting go of Aencieth* - Damn... they can change it's inner shape too?! |
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Friendly Neighborhood Quantum Hobo
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: Outside the M-brane look'n in
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Fuga didn't think, hell he wasn't even fully aware of what was happening. Just a sudden feeling of get the heck out of here now. That's what he did at his absolute top speed. Even faster in fact than anything he had thought himself capable off. So fast in fact it was less of a flash step and more like being shot out of a gun. Before he even realized that he had flash stepped he was already to the stair case and about five steps up.
As he came crashing to a stop he tripped and smashed his face on the stairs. To stunned to really feel the pain or stop the nose bleed he just sat there stunned. Then all at once he felt the utter weirdness coming from the other room as if the spirit particle concentration was decreasing somehow. All he really knew was it was bad and that somehow his basic instincts had saved him. Unfortunately he was very tried from that uncontrolled flash step and disoriented from the close encounter with the stair case. He didn't dare risk trying to flash step back out into the room to help anyone. |
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