Something yo

Subject: Something yo Thu Dec 09, 2010 2:02 pm

It was a dark and stormy night in the realm of the living. Which part? Now, that's private, but it was in a place called Karakura Town. To the residents, K-town. Well, that's the shortcut at least, but to others like hollows, it was known as the town with tasty beings. Why? For a simple reason, most people there was spiritually aware. They could see hollows and at times even have abilities to stop them. Tasty creatures which soon became the Arrancar's worst enemy. Now, a war was brewing. Against the people who live in the Realm of the Living with great power. Those with power shall be eliminated.

Was Daichi there for that purpose? Of course not. He had not been loitering around in a storm for such a predictable and mediocre purpose. He desired something there. A good battle. This was at the outskirts of the town. A whole line of abandoned warehouses was in his path. Drop, drop, drop. The rain fell down roughly. One couldn't hear properly in this storm and rain. The clouds were dark as rain fell from them and lightning could be seen and thunder could be heard. Daichi, the Cero Espada, wore a black trench coat with a black shirt under it and black pants. All black? Was he an emo in terms of humans? Nah, he just had nothing else to wear at times. The collar of his trench coat was brought up to prevent the cold to arrive at his neck and to prevent water to fall on his neck. He had been standing in front of a large metal door.

The roof of the warehouse extended five inches past the length of the building in all corners so he was relatively sheltered from the rain. Of course, the noise was incredible. With rain dripping on metal roofs and all that, he couldn't help but have a vein pop up above his right eyebrow. Taking something out from the pocket of his trench coat, it was a green bonnet or something. It wasn't the heavy duty type, but the type humans called Gangster type? How come? He didn't meddle in such trivial details and put it over his head. Drawing his blade from its sheath on his back, he raised it toward the door of the warehouse in front of him. Water dripped upon his blade as he walked out to the middle of the two ware houses.

Gently putting the back of his blade on his right shoulder as he let rain fall upon his head and clothes. It was a tiresome day for Daichi. He was looking forward to an opponent and soon at that. His reiatsu wasn't constrained at all and as such, any spiritual aware person able to sense reiatsu even if that person isn't good at it would notice a reiatsu the size of this. It was immense and amazing. Marvelous. Truly something to praise by someone who kept denying his job offers perhaps. Who would do such a thing? Where was all this randomness coming from? No where, but his mind. In his mind, he was a normal lad that didn't know about hollows and the such, but it never lasted forever. Never.

That was the unfortunate truth of the world. Crouching down, he sighed as his hair was getting wet since the bonnet wasn't thick enough and he regretted wearing this cause it wasn't as itchy as the real deal plus it looked cool. Sighing as he just stared down at the ground. WHYY?!?!?! Was he just too strong that no one dared to challenge him? WAS HE?! Uh... Yes.

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A throat was violently torn opened five hundred meters above Karakura town, and from beyond the darkness and the void, an Arrancar stepped forward. The shade of the dark almost obscured the man from view. The thunder echoed through the heavens and lightning lit up the skies. From this little display, the Arrancar came into view, a smirk on his face. The arrancar in question is known to many in Hueco Mundo as the Jackal. A one time dweller of the darkest corners of Hueco Mundo. A vasto lorde had arrived in Karakura town with a terrifying amount of Reiatsu. Lower level hollows scurried about, searching for an hiding place out of pure instinctual fear. A smile was on the face of the Jackal, the man had sensed someone immediately after his arrival. This someone also possessed great strength, this was judging by the spiritual pressure that is. The teal colored hair of the Arrancar became wet as he stood there on an invisible platform of sorts. The rain that was falling from the skies was a pain in the ass. Nevertheless it managed to set the tone for numerous possibilities. The prospects of what could happen by the end of the night were both alluring and intriguing.

The man had shoulder length hair, that type that was spiky, but suited his appearance in some strange way. The hollow mask remains on his face is on the left side, resembling half a mask. Lucius wears the typical black and white Arrancar attire, though the man has added his own unique flavor to it. The Jackal's upper garments consists of white long-sleeve overcoat that fits closely to his body, but not close enough to hinder his movements. There is also a pair of black gloves being worn on both hands of the Arrancar. The man also seem to sport what appears to be a black flack jacket, though not entirely military style. Its more like for fashion than anything. The flack jacket in question is buckled around his waist moving up towards his chest area. The buckles are of a silver color, with the flack jacket only having straps that covers only one shoulder. More specifically, these are strapped across his left shoulder. The flack jacket of course has a number of compartments that are used to store his card deck and other insignificant items. If one was wondering who this Jackal person was. He is more formally known as Lucius Cross, a very peculiar individual, too handsome to be considered an Arrancar, much less Hollow.

Cross also wears a black sash around his waist rather stylishly. Cross neglects the usual Hakama of the Arrancar race, instead opting for more closely fitting trousers. The overcoat of the man also stretches pass his knees, ending up in an inverted "V" shape. Cross unlike many of the other Arrancar, wears black man boots, something many considers to be his own personal style. The trousers that Cross sports covers the boots mainly, leaving over the foot area visible, which excludes the shin area and upwards. The only problem with such a flashy attire now, is the rain that was continuously pouring down. Why was the heavens weeping? The tears from the heavens fell through the clouds in showery sprinkles, soaking things over time. Cross didn't let any of this distract him, the man had his Falcata blades on him, ready to rumble. There was someone down below and as a means of drawing out this person. The left hand of the Arrancar reached out and was now facing the direction of the person down below. Hollow bullets that came to a total of three burst forth and descended for a greeting that wasn't at all that friendly. The point is, the intriguing person with the marvelous Reiatsu will have to move or get gunned down by a real gangster. The gunslinger was in town, it was high time Karakura got themselves a new sheriff.

The Jackal was also ready for whatever that might come as a result of his greeting. A wager was on the cards, all he needed now was for someone to place their bet. Its been a while since the gambler lost a wager of any kind. He always succeeded by any means necessary. In some ways he is very much like the animal that chose to represent him in his enlightened or true form for that matter.

Subject: Re: Something yo Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:20 am

The young man immediately noticed a presence arrive. Well, not so much as a presence, but more of a reiatsu. Rather large, but still... It was a little lower than his own reiatsu. As an alert man, he quickly jumped up and looked up. The man was quite strong and it seemed that he had a weapon. Dodging every possible attack that had been released skillfully by jumping back. All assaults were evaded. With his blade in his right hand, he raised his left hand in a fist toward the man. Slowly bringing it back and then pushing it, it was as if he was punching as he released three bullets as a... Gift one could say. Payback perhaps. The speed of the three Bala was rather fast. Of course, they were twenty times faster than a Cero.

As he looked up at the man properly, he wasn't under him. They were facing each other, but in different levels. Like someone on the top of the stairs staring down at someone at the bottom. How ironic! That someone with superior reiatsu be the one at the bottom while the one with weaker stood at higher ground so to speak. The man said " Bankai!" a sudden burst in reiatsu as smoke or wind swirled around him all of a sudden. It cleared almost as soon as it appeared, but with his appearance different.

The clothes on his back were destroyed completely. The rain fell unto his torso as he said in a twisted voice " Huh, I might get a cold. " with his face being completely shrouded with his hollow mask. White on the right and black on the left. His right eye glowed a demon red color. His left eye glowed blue. His hair had grown to the length of his shoulders and some fragments of his mask completely covered his hand. A shadowy aura surrounded him. How awesome! If there were girls here, they'd totally go KYAAAAA! His blade had gone completely black. Since he had complete dominance over his blade, he quickly threw the completely black blade at great speeds towards the man with cool reiatsu.

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The Jackal was hoping for a reaction and boy did he get one. The man stood with a smile on his face as his opponent evaded his attacks. The man followed up with an assault of his own. Three Balas were sent in the direction of the Jackal, moving swiftly and with purpose. The Jackal simply drew his blades and with three quick swipes, the Balas were batted off to the sides. This meant they were no longer a threat to the Jackal. All that needed to be done was to confront this person. It was a random meeting and a battle of pure randomness was about to take place. The thunder roared through to heavens as lightning lit up the skies again. The Jackal took his stance ready for whatever was to come now. The Jackal formed a smirk on his face, the man below didn't want to waste anytime it seems. Why was he being so eager to get this over with? A reckless move no? The spiritual pressure of the man was most amazing to say the least. And luckily for the Jackal he was not easy to scare like that. Judging by what the Jackal was seeing, this was no doubt a resurrection. He was now in a tight spot, and as such he had no choice but to release as well. But there was a momentary delay of sorts as the Jackal took notice of what was before him.

There was no time waste, it was a do or die situation. The green eyes of the Arrancar noticed the blade that was thrown. The lighting danced through the heavens illuminating the area. This made it even easier to see things that could become harmful to the Arrancar. The blade that flew towards him was evaded as the man stepped to the side, ending up ten feet away from the black blade. The Jackal then followed up with a Sonido of his own, which took his high into the clouds. He was also looking out for the blade that was thrown, just in case it was able to come back. The Arrancar tapped his feet and a smirk formed on his face as he suddenly descending towards the ground. The Jackal appeared to be flying, zig zagging through the skies. The blades of the Jackal came out and the man announced the release phrase of his resurrection. Thunder echoed through the heavens as the man said. "Place your bet, El Jugador". The man below probably wouldn't be able to hear him. But that was neither here nor there. The point is the man underwent a transformation while plunging towards his foe. The Jackal morphed into his true form, one pistol pointing towards his enemy.

The Arrancar's teal colored hair that is normally straight. Is now be spiky, with even more volume to it. Cross is also be sporting a mask on his face.

A venetian masquerader's mask, with a major portion of the mask being white. The mask is decorated with black ribbons at the top of it, these ribbons also have bells at the end of them. The ribbons are shaped like a slender triangle, that stands up firm. There are at least seven small bells in total. The bells on the end of each ribbons are golden, stemming from black ribbons with red outlines. The ribbons themselves extend up to 8 inches in length. The eye holes of the mask, has tiny black designs just below it. These designs are in the shape of black spades, like on a card. The spades point downward, acting as tears falling from the eye of the mask. The lips of the mask are painted black, along with a black outline around the eye holes. At the base of the mask, such as the chin and jaw area. Extends 7 black triangular shaped ribbons, with Grey fur on the out edges of them. The ribbons also have bells attached to them like at the top of the mask. Lucius revealed himself to be dressed in what appears to be three pieces of garment. A black overcoat is now being worn over his clothing. The overcoat is decorated by playing card symbols. These symbols includes, diamonds, spades, hearts and cloves. Ranging from aces, king, queens, jacks etc. The overcoat also has a thick Grey fur, that acts as the collar.

This fur settles on the shoulders of Lucius, as well as covering the neck area of the man. Beneath this over coat of his, he sports a black shirt that is buttoned, but not all the way up. The Arrancar sports a pair of gloves on his hands. On his left hand is a black glove, wile on his right is a white glove. The overcoat is also buttoned at the mid section. Effectively creating a "V" shape at the upper half of the body, and an inverted V at the lower half of the body. The end of the sleeves, where the wrist is, also has Grey fur decorating it. The bottom of the overcoat also has this Grey fur on it too. Lucius wears a pair of trousers that are also black, with what appears to be black man boots.The Jackal is also boasting a pair of pistols, among other things that makes up his arsenal. The Pistols comes in the form of modified 44 Magnums, which is a reflection of their power. The nozzles of each pistols takes the shape of a Silver skull, with its mouth wide opened. The mouth of the skull as one would expect leads to the inside chamber of the pistol. The eye of the skull acts as infrared markers emitting a red light, so that the wielder of the Pistols can properly aim. The pistols as stated are modified Magnums, however they don't carry the same slim chamber as your regular magnum does.

They're instead made to be more rectangular in shape which is 4 inches in length from the top of the nozzle to the bottom of it. The magnums also extend 10 inches long, with your typical round barrels that holds the rounds. The guns are black in color, well most of it for the most part. With the skull shaped nozzle, being silver along with the hammer and the trigger. Along the sides of the each weapon, will have the markings of flame vinyl engraved in it. The handle of the weapons are actually white and black with a rubber grip. At the front of his waistline a deck of cards are located, they too are apart of his weaponry and arsenal. The Jackal came to a stop a good one hundred and fifty meters away from his foe. The nozzle of the gunslinger spat twice to release orbs of Zeros at the masked one. "I feel like placing a wager on the outcome of this ere' battle". The pistols of the found themselves in the hands of the Jackal, his weapons seemed ready and was waiting for this person to make a move. Lightning flashing set the tone of the battle. The Jackal like before was alert and vigilant, looking out for any dangerous disturbances.