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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 2:44 pm
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Kasumi Jaegerjaquez Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 3:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 4:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 6:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 8:12 pm
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UltOta Akuma Tenshu ((Tra-la-lah~~~ Triumphant entrance, hope nobody minds XD))
War. There was always a distinct smell about it, and the area around reeked of it enough to send his mind reeling with adrenaline. Making sure the Stealth Force were in their proper locations, he quickly shunpo'd closer to where the main fighting had occurred. What he soon saw both shocked and slightly disappointed him as he peeked around the large spruce tree he hid behind. 'Is that the Captain Commander over there?' he thought incredulously as he spied none other than the captain of squad 1 struggling for her life along with two other shinigami. Soon, the questions that rushed through his head about how the Captain Commander could be bested so easily were answered as he noticed the one thing he hadn't counted on standing a small ways away from the shinigami; its mask sending a piercing anger through his body and soul. Damn Arrancar.... he muttered through clenched teeth as he stared with malice at the malevolent creature. He noticed that she too had received heavy damage and logically would be trying to escape at this point, but pursuing this foe would only put more strain on the head captain's own escape, bringing him to think of his only other option, scare tactics.
Akuma grinned as he cracked his knuckle gloves together, making a haunting chime sound ring throughout the field of battle as he shunpo'd in front of the shinigami with speed that rivaled that of even an espada's sonido, an ominous aura emanating from his entire being. "The Wraith" had arrived and a crooked smile crossed his face as he stared down the arrancar before him. Captain Hitake of Squad 8, Captain Atarashii of Squad 3, and Captain Commander Hayabusa... It would seem a wretch has been giving you quite the amount of trouble. I and the Stealth Force will cover your escape. I would advise you to get the Captain Commander to Squad 4 as fast as shunpo will allow...., Captain Tenshu murmured as he kept his eyes trained upon the stark white exterior of the arrancar before him. He wouldn't dare move a muscle unless provoked, he knew that for sure. Didn't want to take any unnecessary risks with the likes of this beast, especially when attempting to give cover to retreating allies. 'Might have to use Ametsuchi for this one,' he lamented in his head when he thought of resorting to drawing his zanpakutou. He knew how much she disdained fighting; it would be a shame to have to cause her to spill blood when his fists could do that on their own, what with his skeletal like blade knuckle insets in his custom made gloves. 'What now, arrancar? Will you flee, or will you attack? Either way your position seems bleak at this point,' Akuma mused as he continued to eye the creature warily, keeping his reflexes sharp and ready to act at a moment's notice.
Curses under breath, and here I had thought i was good on my escape. I was going to have to learn more about this soul reapers, so different from the few I had encountered. At least I had figured out why my senses were so erratic. As opposed to the human world this place was pouring with spirit energy, and it had a massive population. Might as well turn spot lights on someone used to semidarkness at best. Takes a deep breath and looks over situation again, reviewing the changes in my options. The plan I had been favoring was as good as suicide now. This captain was far too close, and even if I miraculously outran him, I was willing to bet some of his squad was behind me. I held my blade in a defensive position, letting him see its full length, "I would make a deal with you soul reaper. I will put away my blade and retreat as soon as I am able, if you will swear by the vow you hold highest that you will not attack."
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:06 pm
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A deal? Was she so desperate to retreat that she was willing to make a gamble with the enemy? Or was it a trap? Would he have been any old soul reaper, an enemy was an enemy and he'd charge head long, come what may. But Akuma was no ordinary shinigami; a situation like this takes careful thought and planning. He had to be on his toes for this one, this crafty arrancar could easily attempt a coup against him, even if it was sworn by both parties that they would cease tensions towards a move for a mutual retreat. Then again, he was "The Wraith", a shinigami who's record of assassinations was unmatched. It wasn't as if he was going to be destroyed by a single arrancar, even if they caught him off guard. So, in hopes that his gambit wouldn't be in vain, the shrewd captain removed Ametsuchi from his waist and handed her to one of his onmitsu standing by.
Ok, I'll play your game, but on one condition. I want to know your motives for being here and attacking our comrades. I won't let you leave without an honest answer either. And trust me...., he said with his trademark smirk, I may not have my sword on me, but 99% of all my kills were with my own body, not my sword.... As he leaned up against a tree within five feet of the arrancar, having moved at a speed that challenged the eyes to even see a glimpse of him, Akuma merely smirked as he peered through his rose colored visor, staring his prey down intently as he waited for the answer he sought. Now, if you would, please tell me what I want to know, he murmured as his gaze stayed trained upon the arrancar, unwavering even for the smallest distraction.
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