Post by Drake on Nov 20, 2009 2:59:00 GMT -5
Name: Julian "Julius" LeCriox
Age: 645 years old
Gender: Male
Personality:
1st Storm: Tenteki (falling drop of water)
This ability creates a sphere of cool water that can hold up to 4 people inside. The water itself has healing properties and activates the cells in a body effectively speeding up the natural healing cycle, repairing but not replacing lost limbs. (i.e. if an arm is gone, the weal will only sear the wound to stop bleeding, instead of growing an entire new arm. Targets inside of the sphere can breathe normally but their speech is drowned out, allowing the speech but with a watery echo to it.
However, the more people he heals the more it expends his spiritual energy. (He can't heal himself and attack at the same time) On one person, say himself, the technique would normally last for 60 minutes before dispelling, but the more people he heals at once with said tech, the more the time limit is reduced. (Although the healing itself may take less time recover injuries.)
For example:
1 Person = 60 Minutes limit
2 People = 30 Minutes limit
3 People = 10 Minutes limit
4 people = 2.5 Minutes limit
*Pushing past these limits causes the zanpaktou to seal itself from overuse.
It takes 15 Minutes to heal standard injuries and at least 40 minutes to heal more serious wounds.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
Age: 645 years old
Gender: Male
Personality:
As a child Julius was a kind but sensitive boy, prone to crying, and was traumatized by the idea of the nature of war and the act of killing another man, even to protect others. Scared and unsure of his place in the world he desired to help those he cared about, but never knew how. Growing up, he was prone to running away from his troubles and avoiding conflict. These feelings arise from his poor environment and the endless warring countries. Nervous, shy, fearful, timid, coy, faint-hearted, cowardly, frightened, tentative, apprehensive, hesitant are just a few words that could define how he responded to just about everything around or near him. These qualities spawn not too long after he was taking from his small town and away from his family.Appearance:
As a shinigami a fresh start at an afterlife sets himself apart from his previous self. This is evident by the way he seems to conceal his emotions, usually not even smiling or laughing. His prolonged torment has left him with little or no deep feelings of attraction for others. Relieving on a strong order of things, without necessary laws needed, along with an icy demeanor make him a callous figure. Willing to tackle any task set before him with earnest no matter what personal or collateral cost, he is viewed as deadly serious, Deadly being the keyword. His strong feelings of order also make him a very organized person. The only person he has shown any love or even smiled in front of his adopted son, Remy.
The Loving Father
Although, he is generally reserved, when he does talk it seems to be like a speech on how things should be maintained. He feels as though if you aspire to maintain something that it takes constant care and heavy punishment for those who chose otherwise, hardly ever wasting his time on trivial pursuits.
The old shinigami draws his strength from a sheer determination to reach the positive end results of his actions. This gives him a somewhat iron will and the tendency not to quit, even if that means waiting a day longer to accomplish a task. He prefers to spend time by his lonesome and think things over. Often, Julius will take in information from another person, mull it over by himself, and come back to that person later to discuss it, referring as “trial and error”.
Since he is accustomed on relying on a high order to explain behaviors of others, he overlooks his own qualities and lacks fundamental elements to allow him to see clearly. Personal pride confuses his ideas of protecting someone and maintaining a certain system of things, thus marking him to be arrogant and even stubborn at times.
Surprisingly, Julius is a bit of a drinker, however, his facial expression hardly changes. His eyes remain low and his mode continuously stern. Indeed he becomes agitated quickly. If sober he is more easily to converse with, though he won't say more than a few words, its one more word than silence. In addition to his cold personality, Julius hates his sword, more so the ability it offers him, healing. He believes a sword is for taking someone's life, not prolonging it. "A sword is a weapon, the art of swordsmanship is learning how to kill, that is the truth." This way of thinking has lead to him relying on Kido and his swordsmanship. This, however, doesn't stop him from communicating with the spirit, as he somewhat enjoys the conversation.
The LonerZanpakuto Spirit:
Julius is a fairly tall, light-skinned, male standing at 6'1, and has a cross between an ectomorph and mesmorph build for someone well into their thirties, weighing just under 200lbs. Meaning a lean, lightly muscled fame with small shoulders, an excellent posture, and thick skin. At a distance he appears rather scrawny at first, until a more in depth inspection would reveal just what makes up this stunning build. Julius has a multitude of tattoos on his body, which consists of single words to sentences. Such as the ones on his arm:
(Left Arm) Slave, Suffer, and Survive. They descend down his forearm in that order, but the word Slave is crossed out.
(Right Arm) Observe, Obey, and Oppose. They, similar to his left arm, descend as well except the Obey is crossed out.
(Both Shoulders) “I shall show mercy, but I shall not ask for it.” This sentence runs from right to left.
Even for his age Julius still looks nearly the same as the fateful day he was attacked and nearly devoured by a hollow, a man in his late 20’s, early 30's. Divine dark purple hair, grown quite messy, falls below neck-length and is left to hang without being changed unless to look more formal. Sometimes he will neatly tie it into a long ponytail but it will drop and flow down to his upper back. Strangely enough Julius was born without eyebrows. This is the due to a disease he suffers from called "Alopecia Areata", an odd but not fatal disease that results in the loss of body hair on the scalp and elsewhere on the body. Fortunately for him it was just his eyebrows, his hair actually grows two times faster than normal, but always stops at the same length. He will usually hide this fact by allowing his hair to cover that area of his forehead or rather wrap a cloth around his head. Julius has bright emerald eyes that look as if they are glowing when he is interested on a topic and are only vaguely ignored by the signs of fatigue that forever circle his deep and weary eyes. A dark, spiky, black stubble goatee grows near his chin in which he constantly strokes by a force of habit.
The color scheme of his clothing varies between white, black and gray, the latter being his preferred tones. Usually he dons a long gray tunic jacket, open in the area of the chest in the form of triangle and tied in the center (both in the front and back) by pins like staples. The staples in his tunic allows him to fasten his pants similar to a belt and also tighten them to permit fast movement. The jacket is split off in the back, creating two "tails" that extends down to his ankles.
LeCriox
Misogi Harai (Water Purification)Sealed Zanpakuto:
The Mermaid
Nicknamed - Ame
Long silky blue hair, a fine chiseled face, and striking eyes paints an image of Ame. Standing at a height of 5’3”, Ame rarely displays as threat, in fact, she appears to be a delicate flower that belongs in some harem, instead on the field of battle on the hip of a Shinigami. Her sapphire blue hair appears to be perfect, shiny, silky, flawless, and sometimes she keeps it tied in a pony tail that reaches down to the small of her back, evenly cut strings of bangs frames her perfect face. Her face looks like if it was made from the purest marble by an expert sculptor, and some deity breathed life into it. Fine cheek bones, shape her cheeks, and a pair of thin peach lips form the childish smile that usually adorns her face.
Inner World
Julius’ Inner World manifests as a lush jungle encircling a large mountain on a very large island surrounded by an endless amount of water. Embedded in one side of the mountain is a shrine where Ame resides most of the time sitting upon a waterfall-esque throne, surveying the beasts which dwell down in the close knit trees. Behind the throne there is now an empty sword display stand which originally held the sword which Julius wields as his sealed Zanpakuto, his task to receive his shikai involved reaching the sword and taking it from the stand before Ame could drown him. Now when he enters the Inner World his sword are always at his hip. Originally the place was a submerged island under water that had enough force to drown anything that skimmed the surface. Overtime, as Julius and Ame have grown closer, the island rose and bloomed full of life, and the inhabitants have become more accepting of the Shinigami's presence and the sky which was once a violent burnt orange color has shifted to a calm and star filled night sky. Above the mountain's peak hangs a brilliant glowing halo of golden reiatsu which occasionally moves to follow Julius through the jungle.
Ame's Personality
She smiles in greeting to those who look kind enough, but other than that her acknowledgements of the world around her are little. Ame’s most noticeable traits is her lack of control over her emotions and the fact that she hardly wears clothes. Frustration easily overpowers any other feeling that she bears, which often leads to sharp tongue comments. Ame loves to laugh and she loves to give people the idea that she is constantly a pleasure to be around, one of those people who can light up a smile on anyone in any given circumstance, when she can hardly make herself smile in dreary times. This fails to work most of the time with Julius.
Misogi Harai (Spiritual Enlightenment through Physical Action), appears as a Japanese long sword. The katana is a curved, single-edged sword traditionally used by the Japanese samurai. The guard is in the shape of a black teardrop while the grip is a deep blue shade with a helix wrapping design. The sheathe is a deep blue color that is worn down and chipped.Shikai Description:
Release NameShikai Abilities:
"Save Them..."
Description: When released, the sword begins to shred water as if it were crying. Mist foams from the handle profusely. The blade then collapses, turning into a liquid and pours off the blade. Using water as a catalyst, his sword is meant to heal, a fact in which he despises. Though he doesn't realize it, its because of his sword that his aging hasn't caught up to him as it should have.
1st Storm: Tenteki (falling drop of water)
This ability creates a sphere of cool water that can hold up to 4 people inside. The water itself has healing properties and activates the cells in a body effectively speeding up the natural healing cycle, repairing but not replacing lost limbs. (i.e. if an arm is gone, the weal will only sear the wound to stop bleeding, instead of growing an entire new arm. Targets inside of the sphere can breathe normally but their speech is drowned out, allowing the speech but with a watery echo to it.
However, the more people he heals the more it expends his spiritual energy. (He can't heal himself and attack at the same time) On one person, say himself, the technique would normally last for 60 minutes before dispelling, but the more people he heals at once with said tech, the more the time limit is reduced. (Although the healing itself may take less time recover injuries.)
For example:
1 Person = 60 Minutes limit
2 People = 30 Minutes limit
3 People = 10 Minutes limit
4 people = 2.5 Minutes limit
*Pushing past these limits causes the zanpaktou to seal itself from overuse.
It takes 15 Minutes to heal standard injuries and at least 40 minutes to heal more serious wounds.
Bankai Description:
Bankai Abilities:
Kouji-Misogi Harai (Higher Order of Spiritual Enlightenment through Physical Action)
The sword evaporates completely into the air and form storm clouds above Julius. The clouds are more or less opaque and have a dark blue shade at the center, while the outer part of the cloud is a pale light blue. They take up a football field in length and prevents light from passing through it making the area dark.
[/blockquote]Skill Level: Kidou: Advanced
2nd Storm: Jinkouu (Artificial Rain)
Passive Ability
Once the clouds are in position, it begins to rain profusely. The heavy rain falls on everything under its cloak. The water still retains its ability to heal, but now with a wider radius and now allows Julius to manipulate water with his hands, choosing who to heal at his will and to preform offensive or defensive attacks.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
RP Sample:
History/Background:
-- Spirit --
Like waking from a weird dream, the man found he was alive, so to speak, but was both shocked and appalled that no one could see or hear him. He was confused why everyone ignored him and began experiencing ominous hunger pains. He also couldn't explain why he had a chain attached to his chest from a building he could not recognize. What he did know was that he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything he had planned in life and they were, at this point, diminished. However, he felt compelled to stay in the location he died, as if he had unfinished business. A few days later he found that he was being stalked by a hulking brute, but it kept to the shadows and plotted its next move.
When the hollow was ready to advance, Julius heard a gasp followed by an ear piercing scream. The Hollow vaporized right before his eyes. A black robed female stood before him and she gave him a warm smile before briefly explaining to him what had transpired, leading to talk about sending him to Soul Society. Just then a second hollow, who apparently was hiding in the same vicinity, attacked them both, separating them in the process. Thus breaking Julius' attachment to the building and forcing the hole in his chest open. His transformation was rapid and the pain excruciating, his yells segwaied into horrible howls. He began feeling such a painful hunger, almost as if something were eating him from the inside out. It overtook Julius, not just his stomach, but his entire body. He couldn't help but cry out in agony. Shortly after that, he felt himself being taken away, bit by bit, to a sinister place.
-Hollow-
Soon he found himself in a dark and dreary world, though he didn't have time to adjust to the change of scenery. He noticed that his legs were now feline-like talons. His entire body is covered in very short pitch black fur, save for a red ribbon that wraps around his entire body from paw tips to tail, causing the illusion of stripes. He has a set of 5 claws on each of his two front paws. The claws, upon closer examination, aren’t just little spear-heads that come to a point – they are curved inwards almost like scoops - all the better to gouge and rip as they sink into flesh. In fact, the only human-like part of him was his face. If not for that, he would have looked exactly like a cat.
Suddenly, a white gooey substance began pouring from his mouth, moving up to cover his face. As it fell into place, the pain grew more and more intense, until his screams got louder. Once the white substance completely covered his face, his eyes changed to a fiery red color, and his voice was replaced by a spine shattering empty roar. Nothing more remained of Julius. He had become a Hollow.
For years and some months afterward, he was content to simply hunt down spirits. It was all he knew. Along the way he encountered all types of monsters and shinigami alike, sometimes both appearing as one. On his travels through the hollow world he met a strange hollow. Attached to its face was a mask of little children’s nightmares. The expression given off from the mask is that of shrewdness and deception, with a smile stretching from end to end. Its eyes look worn-out and cold. The mask resembled his own, appearing reasonably feline with a few thick red whiskers and cat ear with a freakish smile that never moves even when it speaks, it assures the viewer of its alien nature.
The hollow was very interested in Julius, obsessed even, claiming they were made for each other. Julius didn't carry the same sentiment and demanded that the other hollow leave him or else he would kill him. The devious hollow only snickered at the comment, "Do it, enter my hell. Take my poison and live with it." Julius agreed, neglecting his words and simply devoured him.
It was immediately clear what the hollow meant, as Julius was now tormented by images of who the hollow had killed, it drove the feline-hollow crazy, with the only thing that seized the pain was being around certain hollows or killing. His personality made it impossible for him to consciously allow others in his company.
He did the latter and sought to kill, constantly heading to the Human World for an easy meal. One day, however, all that would change. He was chasing the spirit of a girl who had died in a fire earlier that week, when he caught a whiff of something that made him stop. It was different. It smelled a little like a human, but not the same. It was more palatable. He turned from his pursuit of the little girl, much to her delight, and began seeking out this new scent. Soon, he found it, or rather it found him.
A ball of fire flew past his head from below him, and it was the female shinigami who had attempted to save him all those months ago. She looked drastically different, she was missing an arm and wore an eyepatch. Yelling at the beast, she challenged it. "You wanna pick a fight with someone... you start over here!" Julian instinctively obliged and fell into her blade just as quickly as he pounced. Whether it was a coincidence that he ran into her, he couldn't tell. His sins were being washed away like water down a drain. She threw on the same smile she had cracked when they first met, a nostalgic site indeed. His mask split open and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, and then silence.
--Shinigami--
Electricity running through coils of wires awoke him, his eyes tried opening, but an extreme weight held itself upon them as if he were submerged in deep water. Chains rattled loudly in his ears and he felt as though he was restricted by them. He gave more effort, even grunting in the process, to open his now glassy eyes, only to view everything as blurry and distorted. Monitors flickered on one by one; casting a blue shade upon everything it touched. The monitor’s lights outlined the room its rays to reveal a small laboratory. There was a female wearing a white lab coat that had entered and activated the screens with a small remote-like device. Julius grunted and he realized his voice was much deeper than it had previously been. Numbness ran through his limbs and limited his minor attempts at movement. Just as he felt his body numb, his vision returned and they were set on the woman. The female walked over to a monitor positioned inside of a wall near his body and pushed a couple of keys and finally spoke. “So you’ve died earlier this time, I’ll prepare the next sequence.” She spoke in a dark tone with an added echoing effect.
He questioned her actions but she only focused on the screens. After a few silent minutes she revealed to him that he was in Hell, for actions that he committed sometime over three and a half centuries ago. Julius was still confused, baffled at her statement. He was positive that he was just a four year old and then it hit him. How could he have remembered intricate details of his birth up to when he was supposedly four? In his confused state he caught sight of an insignia upon the woman’s white coat, it was in the shape of a flower and it had Japanese characters upon it Obey, Observe, and Enslave. What did that mean? How did he know Japanese? Julius felt like crying again but nothing came out. The numbness drained away but a new feeling was felt as his temple bumped from an oncoming headache. Moving his head and tilting his neck, Julius (or if that was his real name) tried to regain feeling and found himself scrapping his slender chest with a stubble beard. Long locks fell into his eyes and now his true memories began flooding back.
“Don’t get your hopes up; those aren’t your memories, just simply one of the many people you’ve killed. There really is no point in telling, you’ll only forget again.” The female chimed in with smile, intruding Julius’ thoughts. She turned to leave and began shutting off the few monitors that were on with the device she had used earlier. Once that was done she stood near an exit, remote in hand, and spoke one last time,” Welcome to Hell.”
He shot up from his bed, icy beads of sweat rolled down his temple. Moving up and down rapidly, he tried to calm his breathing. "A...dream...just a dream." His voice was estranged and his eyes were wide with shock. Decades had passed, now a shinigami, Julius found himself haunted by dreams that appeared as memories of past lives. He knew not where they spawned from but their presence made him despise sleeping. With no memory of his short life as a hollow, the key to unlocking the truth was blocked.
Entering the Gotei 13 years before, Julius refined his skills and kept his own company. An icy attitude limited a social circle and people simply avoided him. Unless it was mission, he found that discussing meaningless things a waste.
--Shikai Achievement--
The next ten years after his graduation from the Shinigami academy, Julius devoted his training toward discovering his shikai, along with kido and his hand-to-hand skills. Once he witnessed the potential of a shikai, he dreamed of having a powerful Zanpaktou that represented his soul. It wasn't until he achieved shikai that he was sorely disappointed and cursed its power. A vast body of water spanned before him. A single jagged, grey rock sat idly in the center of the ocean. A confused Julius slowly floated down from the sky, descending on the rock positioned below him. Landing with a soft tapping noise, the man looked around and tried to analyze his surroundings, but there wasn't much of one to analyze.
The water began to ripple around him as if a large creature were passing underneath the boulder. Moments later a figure broke the surface and revealed its head. Turquoise hair gleamed against the water and the strands that didn't make it above seemed like the shadows of an Octopus' tentacles in a shallow pool. Sapphire orbs stared at the shinigami accompanied by a wry smile from the murky depths. "Oi, so you've finally heard my name?" The Zanpaktou spirit spoke in a light tone, examining Julius. "You~look~slow." She immediately said in a sing-song voice after her question. Julian face showed irritation and he reached for his sword, but it wasn't at his side.
"Calm Down," she retorted with his actions.
"Who are you?" Julian finally asked, his voice stern and serious.
"Who?" The water-bound mistress questioned, raising a bit more out of the liquid, some of her hair still was submerged. "What're you talking about? It's me, ******** ******." There was small static interference when she spoke her name. "I can't hear her." He muttered in his mind, "The static noise was present only when she attempted to greet herself."
"I see. I still haven't reached you...Ba~Ka! How much longer must I strain my voice before it will reach you?" She rose a little more out of the water, her voice had a hint of annoyance.
"Baka? Your words make little sense to me. Tell me woman, are you my Zanpaktou?" Julian took a step forward as he asked.
"Bingo, nowhere in this world can there be anyone who knows me better than you. However, you simply guessed who I was, you have to truly know my appearance." Just as she finished talking, the rock that the shinigami stood on began to crack and erode. Julian look around but to no avail, as there weren't any structures to jump to. "What have you done woman?" He yelled as he soon plunged into the water.
Thousands of bubbles floated around LeCriox's body, they distorted his vision and the water was filling his lungs. Thrashing back and forth, Julian searched for the surface and found nothing but H2O and semi-darkness. A blurred figure in the distance came into view, it had the outline of a female with long flowing hair. As it moved closer it suddenly began to shift and grow larger into a monstrous shape the size of a ship. The female's voice returned, "The only way to remove this obstacle is to cut it down with the right sword." As soon as the word sword was said, dozens of them appeared around Julius, but because he kept thrashing he couldn't see them.
"You're in bad waters, if you don't do something soon...you'll die." The Zanpakotu spirit uttered.
Julian calmed down, relaxed his muscles and stopped his rapid movements, and immediately he could see more clearly. The creature that drifted before him was frightening, but he did not shiver, instead he turned his attention to the blades around him. Reaching out his hand, he grabbed one that remained still in the water even through they were turbulent. Grasping the sword, Julian could feel its presence around him, protecting him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Call my name, Julian. Call it!" The females voice chimed in again. Winding the sword back, he pushing against the current and soared through the water like a harpoon. "I call on you, Misogi Harai." Julius' calm voice came out clear as a bell. The shinigami disappeared into the beast and everything went black. Little did he know it was because of his ignorance and his lack of compassion that would hindered his full progression.
--Bankai Achievement--
A fifty years passed and his body became his weapon and kido became his ammo. His sword was hardly used as it was intended, but thats before the idea of Bankai entered his thoughts.
Despite the years that had separated him from the human world he retained nightmares of murders, as if he committed them and each time it was a different person, and sometimes Julius played the victim. Countless dreams that revolved around torture and mutilation, haunted him daily. It wasn't until he saved a young lad from a nest of hollows that he noticed his nightmares died down and weren't so excruciating. Slowly this one boy showed him the essence of life and its wonders, but he only felt this way around the boy. So he made the choice to adopt him and slowly understand how the boy's presence brought him a relief from his eternal pain. He couldn't understand it at the time but his heart was beginning to finally open up and compassion was slowly leaking in. During one of his night terrors he received a message from an unknown source. So one night LeCriox sought to confront his inner demons and rose to overcome them. As he slept, he made sure to keep a clear head and to reassure himself that it was just a dream. Opening his eyes, he believed the dream was finally over, when truthfully another was about to begin .
A Titan of a man formed before Julian, larger then any man he had seen before. When it spoke, its voice resembled a storm, with the booming sound of thunder that had the power to shake the strongest man to his core. Even more noticeable than the Titan's voice was the frigid but also electrifying presence that radiated from the being, enough to cause the shinigami's breath to crystallize before him and his hair to stand up. When Julius saw the first mist of a breath escape his lips he recognized where he was, to an extent that is. It was his Inner World, the burnt orange sky painted the ceiling and the small boulder he landed on when he first got there was no longer small as it expanded in a shoddy small island with a single misshapen mountain in the middle.
He had dreamed of this lone tower, this last bastion of power before a fierce storm, though it had always been lacking. Every time he had dreamed of this structure, it had fallen to the storm around him. This time though things were different, this time this Titan sat on an waterfall-esque throne warding off the storm like it was its master. It seemed like days passed as the Titan spoke to the middle-aged man before him, he spoke of the tower being Julian's resolve and the raging storm to be the force of destruction. His resolve was constantly crumbling and rebuilding itself, his mind was at war with his soul. The giant offered the power to direct the storm onto the Shinigami's enemies, forcing the man to confront the storm that had torn at him for so long. In exchange, he would have to willing and consciously love someone or something, unconditionally. Something that he hadn't done since he was alive. The catch irritated him and he couldn't see himself lowering himself to that platform.
Ultimately, Julian would succeed in doing so, awaking only to remember one thing, the entities name. He sat up, wide eyed, not sure what had just occurred. Had he dreamed or had it been something else. After he gathered himself he found himself lying in his room with his Zanpaktou against the wall, glowing a dull royal blue. He knew the name but he couldn't believe it, he had to test it out. Quickly he took to his secluded area, his sword was pulsing harder and harder, almost leaping from the sheathe.
He grabbed the hilt of the blade and spoke, "Have you been giving me these nightmares all this time? Why do you torture me so? You give me no power after I called your name but now...answer me, Ame." He paused and his spirit snuck up on him, slowly crossing her slender arm around his neck, not to choke him but to embrace him. Her blue hair groped his shoulders and she laid her head at his spine. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I'm not the one that tortures you, you are." Her voice was caring and not taunting, each word was filled with love.
"J-Kun...you must understand what my power is for, our power. No love or compassion will get you nowhere. Have you not wondered why you don't age as you should after 400+ years, even as a soul?" She whispered in his ear, her voice was cold and her skin was wet upon his back. Julian struggled to understand her words and the Titans. "But you have made progress, you have a son."
"He's adopted." Julian rudely interrupted as if trying to avoid the fact he had done so.
"Shush, its okay J-Kun, setting up those walls are what will hinder you. You love him as your own don't you?"
"I-I don't know." His voice was hesitant.
"Then find out, call out my full name." She hugged him from the back and slowly released him.
"Full name? So you mean...hmm I see. I understand." Julius spoke with a bit more confidence and drew his sword slowly as he began to speak for a final time.
"Ban...kai..Kouji-Misogi Harai."
The Zanpaktou illuminated with that same Royal Blue aura as before and the blade rattled violently and soon evaporated. Feeling as though he had did something wrong, the shinigami tried to grasp his sword as it rose to the heavens. "What have I done? Ame!" Julian yelled.
In that instant clouds rolled overhead like thunderous footsteps of a giant. Lightning flashed over him and shortly thereafter it began to rain heavily. The rain washed over everything and he could see its power in effect as in rejuvenated the land he stood upon, he himself even felt healthier. Ame's voice sung all around him, the patter of rain against various trees and his body were her song, and it was beautiful.
It was early morning in Seirietei. Shinigami were just beginning to head off to whatever duties awaited them for the day, the morning sun comfortably in the sky. One particular Shinigami however, was within a small obscured training facility. Julian sat in an Indian-style position on the training grounds, with his usual cold expression in place and he was deep in thought. "J-Kun you're too slow!" A female's voice echoed in his mind." "You are not faster than me Ame." Julius voice cold shot down her response.
An argument took place within his Inner World. Loud bangs shook inside of the lively jungle setting, lush scenery bloomed past his icy demeanor. Trees like skyscrapers pierced the skies and made it bleed a perceptually lavender hue. Light purple clouds kissed the heavens and stamped the sky with their presence. "Got you." Julius said with a calm tone, swinging his sword at his Zanpaktou Spirit who dodges gracefully, causing the sword to swipe a nearby tree.
Long blue hair trailed after her slender body, she was naked but that didn't deter her movements. Her hair easily covered her nude frame, preventing anything to be shown. "Ba-ka! You missed! You shouldn't say things like that till you actually catch someone J-kun." Ame spoke in a annoying tone to him, knowing how he detests it. "Stop it with the pet names." His voice didn't break a decibel even though he was annoyed. "Ba-ka....you're just mad cause you can't touch me." She taunted.
"Enough, I'm barely trying." He replied.
"Ba-ka...that's my line." Ame said and with a flick of her hand she released a torrent of water from the air and launched him into a tree.
Julian cracked the bark, his eyes carrying a glare to them as he was sandwiched between the water and the tree. "Tch, figures you use this." He muttered.
"Ba~Ka! Who do you plan to master me if you can't predict my movements?! You're like a fish against the current too stupid to turn back." Ame commented as she just stared at him. "Baka." He talked over the torrent, Ame's eyes widen vaguely. "Remember, you're in my Inner World, I'll ask you nicely to not make waves, for you are still a sitting duck." The tree he cut earlier starting tipping over, as the cut was much deeper than calculated. Ame's attention was removed from Julian giving him an opportunity to attack.
The shinigami turned his sword vertically and began splitting the water into two waves, pushing from the tree he charged against the flow. Charging forward he broke through the current and zoomed up to her face. Pulling his sword back, he quickly but gently struck her on the head with the handle of the sword. "I have you. Tag, I win." He said calmly sheathing his sword. "Ow! Cheater!" Ame shouted in pain.
"Quiet down, you lost fair and square. Besides, its your fault for not minding your surroundings." Julian sighed as he leaned against a tree.
"....bullshit! I wanna play again!" The naked spirit protested.
"That's the seventh time I've won, you're being a sore loser, that's not like you. Maybe some other time, but I have to go. The sun will be up soon and so will Remy.
