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.
Haburi said nothing and simply waited still. None of what she wished would happen and even if they tried he would harden his hierro then simply break out and teach them a lesson.
Post by Rebel Raven on Jul 26, 2009 6:22:07 GMT -5
In the halls that lead to the medical center a sound echoed slow, and steady. It was like the hammer of a judge's gavel pounding the wooden pounding a sound block. Who ever it was came closer and closer with that slow, steady pounding. Was it footsteps?
Soon the noise became clearer, and it was, indeed, footsteps. The rapping of hard high heel shoes of who ever approached. And who ever approached had a strong spiritual pressure about that person, likely a woman what with the shoes.
A dim, blue light appeared in the hall, and it flickered like fire, as if used as a torch to see better in the white halls of Las Noches.
The noise slowed as the source approached, and soon said source was visible.
The source is Matanza! A potent, take no shit medical arrancar! A woman of mystery! No one knows just how long she's been in Las Noches, or Hueco Mundo, but her strength is not in question.
What may not be a mystery is her desire to become head honcho of the Medical wing, and her desire for order in the process.
She's a lithe woman that appeared to be in her 20s as far as human ages went.
Long, silky, black hair flowed down her back, and covered her forehead with nearly trimmed bangs.
Her dark, almost pure black irises gazed appreciatively at what was in her hand.
Her lips were painted cherry red, and those were pulled back into a small smile aimed at what glowed with a small bit of joy.
Should attention be drawn to the hand, they'd see it resting above her eye level with a glowing blue globe in her bare palm about the size of an orange. Yet instead of juice, the fruit was ripe with Reiatsu. Delicate, long fingers held the orb securely with red painted nails tipping the fingers like well manicured talons.
If one continued to look over her, however, her breasts bounced hypnotically like a pair of water balloons that were firmly attached to her, and certainly could remind one of Neliel, or Halibel if they've ever seen them, yet were at least a cup larger. Mountainous globes that held a power all their own. Almost inhumanly perfect in the way they rested on the woman gazed upon. Those were covered in a purple top that hugged her like a paint job, and further bulged out of a lab coat that had hints of Arrancar uniform influences.
The breasts lead to a slim waist and down to slender, shapely hips which bore no sword, rather a black, shiny skirt that went down to mid thigh. Those, then to well toned long legs covered in nylon stockings.
Indeed, she wore simple black high heeled women's slippers that increased the shapely nature of her legs.
She paused, as if to let this sink in, then the blue orb in her hand shrank until it vanished completely, likely into her.
"That was a good supply run,"she said to herself, then she turned to look into the room, "Oh, my, what's going on here?" She walked in calmly with a womanly sway to her hips as she looked at the goings on, she looked curious as she bent over a bit as she walked with a finger to her chin, and eyes wide with curiosity. Her lips were made into a soft "Oh?" shape, but she made no sound to warrant it, rather it added to the curiosity. She couldn't see as well as she'd like, but ah well.
"Don't mind me, I wouldn't dream of stepping on toes and taking over a medical procedure," she assured the group there. She wouldn't say it, but this promised to be amusing.
Tallinn began work on the burn chuckling to him self about wasted sake but keeping his oath to heal not harm, unless they really deserved it. As he slid the needles beneath the charred flesh, the powerful anesthesia that coats them would feel like ice sliding through Haburi’s veins freezing any sense of pain. The needles now coating the healthy flesh a woman’s voice speaks out from behind him. Tallinn barely paying attention to what she is saying raises one claw behind him.
”Eehhh… Just a minute now your turn is next, im working on this here whipper-snapper.
Next Tallinn used his scalpel like claws to neatly remove the burned flesh and place on the bed beside Haburi, maybe he might at least get a glass of sake. An image of the tissue structure of the wounded area appears in this mist, needles following the incorporeal blue print then fire out from either side, the long tendrils of muscle and flesh attached to their ends, weaving through one another like an aerial ballet.
As the wound closes Tallinn turns to address what he believes to be his next patient, of course completely forgetting about the wound in Haburi’s leg. When he sees the mysterious woman who entered the room his jaw dropped, his mind drifting to windy scenes with stripper poles, lollipop’s and bikini’s. His heart pounding in his chest at this vision of loveliness he drops down to one knee, his long white bearded piling on the floor, clearing his throat with a wheezing cough he speaks.
”My what a vision of beauty, make this old man the happiest in the world marry me?” As Tallinn finishes speaking his mind drifts to happy picnics, romantic walks, and the preceding nights. A mischievous and far off smile widening on his wrinkled face.
puru pops up next to her stairs at the women huge boobs. "no way those have got to be fake." she pokes one an then squeezes it. "no way those are real!" she was in a huge amount of shock an then shes looks at her breast. she figured hers where big then she sees this womens. she felt strange but she sighs. "who is this milk tank? I never seen her before an i been here for along time. an how did she get suck big breasts this is unreal." puru looks at the old man. "why do i get the feeling you thinking of her in a swimsuit you dirty old perv." her back was to the women an she trys to tell the old man to finishes up the guys wounds.
Post by Rebel Raven on Jul 27, 2009 21:53:16 GMT -5
"Ohohohoho!" Matanza laughed with a mature, self confident manner with a hand raised to her mouth, her backhand to her mouth in reply to the old man's query, "Oh, aren't you a bold one?" she smiled at him, "I'm afraid I'll have to say no. I'm, far too dedicated to the medical profession to consider being tied down," she chuckled softly.
From the looks of him, she were surprised she wasn't putting her healing to use on him from heart failure, or something.
Her attention was grabbed as she were poked. She looked down at the source. There she saw a Shinigami. She seemed rather calm about it. It's likely she knew of the girl's past.
"Of course they're real," she said to the shinigami with a large, proud smile and a dark, malicious look in her eye. Suddenly she grabbed the girl's wrist before she could pull it away, then she forced her hand to stay there.
"Are you jealous?" she leaned a bit closer to get a better view of her reaction. She wanted to look in the Shinigami's eyes and see what ever emotions cropped up. Jealousy? Anger? Lust? What appear in her eyes as she replied? Matanza looked at the Shinigami with intense eyes that might make Puru think she were the nice little snack instead of the other way around.
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2009 22:07:49 GMT -5 by Rebel Raven
Tallinn stared at the pair with his mouth agape, the mist swirling around him as his Zanapkuto sealed and he was once again just an old man with a large gourd on his back. Seconds passed by like hours for the old man his eyes unblinking as he stared at the pair, glued to the sight of Puru’s hand forced on the woman’s breast. His mind swirled with dirty and pleasurable thoughts, mostly to the tune of Pour some sugar on me by Def leopard. His eyes clouded and misted for a second before he grabs his heart clutching it in pain as he drops to the floor his eye’s every now and then darting back to the Matanza’s breast.
”Ooooohhhhhh… Aaaahhhhh… The pain, the unending pain my heart ahhhhhh. It’s my condition quickly you two girls need to kiss or ill die, it’s rare condition that effects the best of arrancars. Ooooooohhhhh… Aaaahhhhh… Pain, you should kiss quickly. It’s very important”
Tallinn continues to writhe in pain, his focus on his performance and Matzana’s tit.
when her hand is placed back on womens breast purus blushes an looks at the old man at what hes saying. "NO WAY YOU DIRTY OLD MAN! NO SAKE FOR YOU!" when puru yells she squeeze the women breast. she thinks while with a little blush. 'wow so soft. omg why am i squeezing her breast.' she trys to remover her hand from her breast. "an old man i would never kisses you even if i was drunk off my ass."
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 3, 2009 17:38:02 GMT -5
Matanza grumped at the old man. Not only did he act a fool, but he diverted the Shinigami's attention away from her question.
"Bah!" she thrust Puru away from her with her hand on her, then looked at the Shinigami,"take care of that weak, useless lump of an Arrancar laying there," she practically commanded.
She turned to the man on the floor,"You can get up now. Apparently your mind has switched the roles of the people here. I am not your entertainment, you're my entertainment." she said with a dominant smirk.
With that, she resumed her supervision of the medical ward.
