With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
AAoide and sastu thank you for showing up I don’t have any orders for you at moment other than just run Security for this place I don’t need anyone acting funny, Aoide you take some men and stand close to the Platform that is going to be used, and Sastu just walk around and double check everything is in place
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 13, 2009 5:10:36 GMT -5
Unohana sat calm, and composed as the volunteers arrived, "I'm pleased you all arrived."
And soon after, the guest of honor, so to speak, arrived. "You will see them die, Tommyco. It's part of your punishment," Unohana said to Tommyco softly, "To deny this is to deny the law."
Unohana spoke up as the executioners arrived in full, and addressed the volunteer executioners, "You know your task. You're free to perform the execution of one of the gang members as you see fit," she said with no pleasure.
This meant, obviously, Kenpachi could choose to kill in a fight, though none of these gang members would have a chance against a captain as they were all low level flunkies, but the decision was his.
Others had the same option.
Soifon gave Kenpachi a glance of acknowledgment as he arrived, then returned her attention to making sure that no one tried to escape. There was no mistake. She wanted the traitors dead.
Soifon turned to the man that reported to her, "Don't waste my time unless you want a spot on the Execution podium." Her attention turned to Tommyco, "It's only Unohana's mercy that keeps you alive while they die. Her mercy isn't infinite, so I suggest you do as your punishment states," she growled angrily at Tommyco.
"I'll be the last to perform an execution," Soifon stated calmly. She gave no indication what so ever of why she insisted on this, but the way she said it indicated a good reason behind it. She likely just wanted to plan it out into something elaborate and painful.
Yukino definatly wasn't messing this. Tommyco's gang and Tommyco himself had interupted her from killing Tommyco about twice now, so she'd definatly get her chance to kill. With a flash step Yukino appeared bowing to Soifon. '' I'll be a voulenteer. '' She said, with an emotionless tone, even though deep down inside her she was pleased, very pleased.
Aoide ground her teeth together as she stared at Tommyco, he closed his eyes. Her hands clentched into fists as she continued to stare at him. These men had followed him, risked their lives, appeared to help this guy, and in the end he couldn't even stomach watching them die like a real leader. He had done all of this, how many of these men had he made promises, and what were those promises? Drugs, money, power, the basics that most men fell to when desperate. Expendable, that was all these men were to Tommyco, and yet he did not speak against them being punished, nor offer his own life for theirs.
Had Aoide not been ordered to stand near the platform she would have ben tempted to throw her blade at Tommyco, at least do something to make him fear just as these men feared what would become of them. Aoide's eyes darkened as she looked away from Tommyco and looked at the prisoners, several were praying, some were sweating, looking around panicked, and a few their eyes were already dead, accepting the fate that had been handed to them. All because of one punk kid that decided that he wanted to take over the Soul Society and pissed off the wrong people. Aoide was diffently going to have a drink after this was all said and done.
The second Unohana said the volunteer executioners could begin their task, Sayuri rest her right hand on her zanpakuto handle, ready to draw it in an inverted grip. She waited first for Soifon, albeit, her brow furrowed a little when her Captain stated she will be last. Seeing as how no else had yet taken to executing their designated traitor to kill, Sayuri opted to eliminate hers.
In that instant, Sayuri just faded from sight - like a ghost fading into ether - into nothingness - she just vanished. It could not have even been a second later, it seemed far less so that she shimmered back into view standing at the opposite end of the podium of where her designated traitor was propped up before the masses - her back to her target as she sheathed her wakizashi back in its scabbard. He stood there with his eyes widened in horror as they gazed downward to see his stomach completely split open - all the man could do is scream in his utter dismay.
Ever so casually, Sayuri turned back around, walking up behind her disemboweled traitor - gently placing her hands on his head. In the next instant a loud snap rang out silencing his screaming, and his body went limp. In a way - it was a small glimpse into how Sayuri opperates during her missions for the Executive Militia. Nonchalantly Sayuri walked back to where she originally stood, behind Soifon to Soifon's right side, near but out of the way.
Karel's eyes narrowed as a grin crept across his face. Unohana had give the signal he had waited so eagerly for. He slowly began to walk toward the row of prisoners, his golden eyes scanning over each one of them, his gaze piercing their very being. As he drew closer he unsheathed his sword, the distinct sound of the blade scraping against its scabbard. He closed in on a single prisoner, his sword gripped tightly, held rigidly by his side. The man was petrified with fear, if he had feared for his life before, the fact that he had watched his friend get disemboweled just a few minutes ago had put him over. Karel stared at the pitiful, trembling man as he stood over him. His eyes looked like that of a trapped animal with no means to defend itself. His face was dripping with sweat, he shuddered as he tensed up, waiting for death to take him. Yet he didn't be for his life, he had enough shame left to remain silent and face death. After all, there was no point in bargaining with the Grim Reaper. "Bleed, Xue Yu" Karel whispered.
The Captain's zanpaktou began to pulsate with energy as the blade slowly dyed a deep red, the color of blood. The reietsu pouring out of Karel's body began to choke the traitor as he struggled to breath. Karel raised his zanpaktou up to the man's chest, the tip of his blade resting gently against his skin. Then there was silence. Time seemed to cease as the two stared at each other. The last seconds of life slipped away as the prisoner shut his eyes tightly, waiting to feel the bite of steel in his flesh.
Karel Abruptly pushed forward, his blade slid though the torso of the man, emerging from the other side, coated with blood that blended in perfectly with the crimson blade. The man's eyes widened as he was overcome with pain. He let out a coarse scream that echoed in the air, piercing everyone's ears. It would seem that he hadn't been prepared for death after all. Karel smiled as he cried out in pain, he hadn't felt pain yet, this was just the beginning.
The man suddenly fell silent. His eyes were still wide with terror, his body still convulsed with pain, yet he was quiet. His mouth was wide open, his face pointed toward the heavens. He was still screaming, but it went unheard as his voice had died. He was still alive, the Captain's sword still impaled him through his chest. One look could tell anyone that the man could no longer endure the pain, he would beg Karel to end his life if he could still speak.
What happened next would terrify and unnerve everyone attending this execution, save only the most experienced shinigami.
The dying prisoner began to shudder uncontrollably as Karel's reietsu hit its peak. Blood began to trickle from the man's mouth, slowly at first, but the flow continued to increase. Suddenly, a stream of blood erupted from the man's mouth, spraying into the air like a fountain. The blood fell down to the earth again, falling like rain. It was raining blood, the Sokyoku was drenched in a downpour of death. The blood stained the robes of the other prisoners and shinigami alike, many scrambled for cover, trying to escape the awful drizzle. Karel's golden eyes, reflected only insanity and murderous intent, his reietsu reflected his blood lust. As the blood continued to fall upon the hill, Karel purged the man's body with more reietsu than it could possibly take. The prisoner's body exploded, blood gushed out from every possible angle, drenching Karel and the prisoner's close by. The putrid rain ceased shortly after the man exploded from the inside out. His organs lay strewn about, his torn and mangled body was all that was left on the podium. The others prisoner's all screamed in utter terror as they found themselves covered with their dear friends remains.
Karel turned around to face the rest of the shinigami on the hill. Some of them were splattered with red, some stared at Karel with a look of shock. They stared at the man who had killed another, in such a sadistic manner. Karel was as red as his zanpaktou, his face and clothes dripping with blood.
Two already down. It was like the bloodthirsty race to the death. To be honest, he didn't like it. He didn't like how hopeless they had been when the two others had struck them down. But then again, he knew Karel, and knew that he was the demon that everyone though Zaraki to be.
All that man wanted was blood.
He sighed inaudibly before turning to the two that were holding the instigator of the treason, Tommyco.
"Force him on his knees and open his eyes." Kenpachi growled to the two 2nd squad members that were holding him.
They sweat beads and immediately complied, no one wanted to get on the infamous captain's bad side. "I want you to see this, traitor. I want you to see your supposed honor get cut down before your own eyes."
Stepping out from beside Soifon and Unohana, he grunted slightly before looking at Ikkaku, giving him an almost imperceptible nod before passing him. It was a look that told the man that he shouldn't be here, and it would have been better if he wasn't.
Still, it wasn't as if he was nervous, like Ikkaku thought. He just didn't like the idea of people getting cut down for the of another, especially when they were weak and useless.
Walking slowly, he could begin to hear murmurs buzz across the crowd about how gruesome he would be, and how much blood would be shed. It was rather childish, in his opinion, but he made no move to even suggest that he heard it. Before stepping onto the platform, he nodded at Aoide, who happened to be positioned her. So even she had to see this, huh. He mentally sighed before stepping up.
He finally stopped in front of the prisoner that he was assigned to. The man before him began to sweat incredibly as their gaze locked. Kenpachi could not help but scoff at this man's weakness.
"Cut his binds." Kenpachi called out. A confused wave of murmurs ran across the crowd, was the Demon going to let the prisoner escape?
The prisoner looked just as confused as his hands fell to his side, now free from bondage. Kenpachi sighed and waited for the trembling boy to rise to his feet.
"Hand him his Zanpakuto." He said gruffly, receiving an even more alarmed buzz from the crowd.
When the deed was don, one lazy eye rested on the form of the man before him, who was still trembling, weapon now drawn.
"I'm going to make you a deal kid." Kenpachi said, earning a confused stare from the man before him. "If you are able to budge me from this spot with one attack, I'll let you live."
There was shocked silence, before shouts began to rise at the sidelines, enraged people that came to see the man die for his treachory now got to see him have a chance to live?!
"Well." Kenpachi said lazily, ignoring the sounds about him. "What're you waiting for? You're a former member of the 2nd Squad, ain'tcha? All you need is an opening, and I've given you all the opening you'll even need."
Without another word, the man stopped shaking and flash-stepped forward. It seemed like this man was willing to fight for his survival, which was a fact that Kenpachi Zaraki liked.
The man swung, and there was a splash of blood. But it wasn't Kenpachi's. Because of the man's weak spiritual pressure, he hadn't been able to cut Kenpachi at all, even though he as aiming for the heart. The jarring force had caused the man's hand to slip, and now his hand was torn up, along with his arm being broken from the sheer force.
"... How pathetic." Kenpachi almost groaned, he was expecting to at least be cut.
Without even drawing his sword, Kenpachi watched as the man writhed in agony, as if he had been stabbed, again, and again, and again. In his mind, Kenpachi only thought of two words...
Blood Lust.
In his first run in with Ichigo, Kenpachi had been able to project the image and feeling that he was stabbing Ichigo without even having to draw his sword. His blood lust was strong enough to bend the nerve-endings of others and making them feel that way. Of course, this only worked with the weak, but the man before him was nothing short of pathetic.
Eventually though, when the nerve-ending make the brain finally believe that it is dead, it stops sending signals to the heart, liver, lungs, and other vital organs... successfully shutting down the body.
The man before him twitched, one last time, before Kenpachi Zaraki let out a long-winded sigh. As the tall captain turned about to leave, blood began to pour out of the man's ears and eyes, having nowhere else to go. The execution's stand flowed easily with the man's blood engulfing the area.
Kenpachi Zaraki swiftly walked off the platform and returned to his position by Soifon, the crowd having fallen silent at his display.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 14, 2009 3:34:34 GMT -5
Unohana watched the executions, one by one, and they made quite the examples out of the gang members.
First was Sayuri, who dazzled with a blend of flash, and efficiency. Unohana didn't seem bothered by the sight at all.
One of her attendants snapped up an umbrella in time to shield Unohana from the stray blood rain that got too close to her, and she placed a hand over her tea glass to keep out the blood, "Oh my," she commented enigmatically through the pitter-patter of blood on the umbrella.
She watched silently as Kenpachi lived up to the misguided reputation people placed upon him. Of course she knew there was more to the man than the barbaric reputation, but he did volunteer.
Soifon nodded to Yukino,"Go. Let the execution you perform be burned into Tommyco's mind," she said with a serious tone as she watched. She made no move to help any of the gang members. She didn't seem phased by the gore at all as she remained statuesque next to Unohana despite her tiny stature.
Sayu was walking in a lazy mood when she say captain unohana. She rushed up the hill and saw tommyco and sighs. She then stands and bows to captain SoiFon and turns her look to Hitsugaya and walks up to him and pulls on his cheek "Your so cute hee hee, oh my apologies sir lost control" Sayu then winks at him and walks back to SoiFon "Hello captain" She says to her and waits for a response. "Do you have any orders for me my captain?" Sayu asks SoiFon.
Aoide stepped forward, her mouth a thin line as she walked towards the next gang member to be executed. She hadn't planned to participate, but after seeing all the blood that had been thrown around, she could practically feel the panic in the next man's body. Normally, she tried to block that small ability that allowed her to somewhat know a person's feelings by their song, but the fear had sunk into her heart, she felt pity for these men. She was silent as her eyes glowed with an orange light as she mimicked the man's Reistu.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I'm so afraid. Oh god, she's going to kill me," a voice echoed over and over between the man and Aoide.
Aoide stood in front of the man, she lifted his chin to look in his eyes, "I'm sorry," her voice echoed to him silently between them, "You broke the laws of the Soul Society, you knew of this when you defended Tommyco."
"Will it hurt?" the man asked outloud, his head lowering.
"All death starts with pain, but it will end quickly, I will not cut you down like your companions," Aoide spoke silently, her hand glwoing a dark green, she same color as the man's weak Reistu. If he hadn't been so weak in the first place she wouldn't have been able to place her hand on his chest. The copy Reistu sunk into his chest, wrapping around his heart, it slowed down before stopping. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, and it slumped against his chest.
Aoide turned away from the dead man, her brown eyes dull as she stared at Tommyco. No remorse, it should have been him, he should have died by her hand, not this foolish man. She then looked at her Captain, she hoped he would understand for going against his order, but at the current moment she could care less.
