Post by Muffin on May 19, 2011 0:45:55 GMT -5
As soon as the sword was removed from her not-really-there neck (thank Quetzalcoatl for loopholes!), Samuii did the only thing she could think of. She immediately cut off all reiatsu to her feet and let herself fall to the ground. Falling, yeah...that was the only thing people were good for when they died. She could feel the stinging of that damned acid on any skin that it managed to land on...it wasn't that painful, but annoying. She'd just have to suck it up and...well, die.
Oh, and, yeah, suppressing her reiatsu and stuff. She did that too. Well, tried to at least...she was never really good with that.
Well...there she was, eyes closed, sprawled on the concrete in an attempt to imitate a dead person. Which should be easy enough; she had seen a good handful of those during her lifetime. But as she lay, temptation grew to take a peek at Sanmaru's reaction to her little game. How long would it take him to realize that dead Arrancars disappear in a shower of dustand glitter?
And then there was that ridiculously strong burst of reiatsu. What the-? And she swore she felt that...that idiot was here too? Good fucking god, was there a place she could go where he wasn't somehow mysteriously there too?
Shit, shit, shit, shit...
Oh, and as if things couldn't possibly get better...
"I do not appreciate being played for a fool,"
Well...fuck.
Peeking one eye open, Samuii looked up and smirked at the shinigami.
"Well, it was the satisfaction that counts." she said, doing a kip-up off the ground.
"I will, however, repay a debt to you. Bankai. Sanseiu no Doshaburi."
The redhead watched with a mix of awe and surprise as a large mass of acid turned into a large, green frog. Damn...
Well, she never was one to let anyone 1-up her, so with a swift motion, her own zanpakuto was unsheathed, just as the frog came...hop-hopping her way. Which was a terrible description, because it actually came at her pretty quickly.
Using sonido, Samuii moved backwards, away from the poisonous blob of frog. As she appeared and disappeared in different parts in an attempt to shake it off, she gathered her reiatsu in the back of her throat, feeling the familiar energy come alive.
If that frog thing was liquid, maybe if she fired something into it, it would go away...
"Cero!"
Meanwhile,the princess is in another castle...
Isamu traced the pommel of his zanpakuto as he calmly waited on the rooftop of another building. He could feel the mass of reiatsu bursting out from the fight not too far away.
Although he was curious at how Soifon-taichou would just randomly kick her lieutenant through a wall. It was times like this that Isamu felt relieved Kuchiki-taichou was too much of a nobleman to do something like that.
Perhaps he should go check up on Masaru. The idiot was still expelling his reiatsu as if it was nothing.
Turning to look in the aformentioned Eleventh-divisioner's direction, Isamu managed to catch the Arrancar appear from a garganta and step on Masaru's head. Soon after, another figure appeared, looking very much like a monkey-man.
He was also strong. Very strong.
Masaru would be an idiot. He would challenge him to a fight, especially how the monkey man poked his head like that. If Masaru challenged him, he would certainly die.
That idiot needed to be stopped.
Within a few steps of shunpo, Isamu appeared behind the monkey man and...monkey girl. Or, at least, he thought she was a monkey too. He always got primates confused.
"Who are you?" he asked, "I am not looking for a fight." he said, yet placed a hand on his sword anyway.
Isamu might not be looking for a fight, but knowing Masaru, it was bound to happen anyway.
That idiot.
Oh, and, yeah, suppressing her reiatsu and stuff. She did that too. Well, tried to at least...she was never really good with that.
Well...there she was, eyes closed, sprawled on the concrete in an attempt to imitate a dead person. Which should be easy enough; she had seen a good handful of those during her lifetime. But as she lay, temptation grew to take a peek at Sanmaru's reaction to her little game. How long would it take him to realize that dead Arrancars disappear in a shower of dust
And then there was that ridiculously strong burst of reiatsu. What the-? And she swore she felt that...that idiot was here too? Good fucking god, was there a place she could go where he wasn't somehow mysteriously there too?
Shit, shit, shit, shit...
Oh, and as if things couldn't possibly get better...
"I do not appreciate being played for a fool,"
Well...fuck.
Peeking one eye open, Samuii looked up and smirked at the shinigami.
"Well, it was the satisfaction that counts." she said, doing a kip-up off the ground.
"I will, however, repay a debt to you. Bankai. Sanseiu no Doshaburi."
The redhead watched with a mix of awe and surprise as a large mass of acid turned into a large, green frog. Damn...
Well, she never was one to let anyone 1-up her, so with a swift motion, her own zanpakuto was unsheathed, just as the frog came...hop-hopping her way. Which was a terrible description, because it actually came at her pretty quickly.
Using sonido, Samuii moved backwards, away from the poisonous blob of frog. As she appeared and disappeared in different parts in an attempt to shake it off, she gathered her reiatsu in the back of her throat, feeling the familiar energy come alive.
If that frog thing was liquid, maybe if she fired something into it, it would go away...
"Cero!"
Meanwhile,
Isamu traced the pommel of his zanpakuto as he calmly waited on the rooftop of another building. He could feel the mass of reiatsu bursting out from the fight not too far away.
Although he was curious at how Soifon-taichou would just randomly kick her lieutenant through a wall. It was times like this that Isamu felt relieved Kuchiki-taichou was too much of a nobleman to do something like that.
Perhaps he should go check up on Masaru. The idiot was still expelling his reiatsu as if it was nothing.
Turning to look in the aformentioned Eleventh-divisioner's direction, Isamu managed to catch the Arrancar appear from a garganta and step on Masaru's head. Soon after, another figure appeared, looking very much like a monkey-man.
He was also strong. Very strong.
Masaru would be an idiot. He would challenge him to a fight, especially how the monkey man poked his head like that. If Masaru challenged him, he would certainly die.
That idiot needed to be stopped.
Within a few steps of shunpo, Isamu appeared behind the monkey man and...monkey girl. Or, at least, he thought she was a monkey too. He always got primates confused.
"Who are you?" he asked, "I am not looking for a fight." he said, yet placed a hand on his sword anyway.
Isamu might not be looking for a fight, but knowing Masaru, it was bound to happen anyway.
That idiot.