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> Headquarter Post: Atlas Steel Mill, The Gotei 13's War Headquarters
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Posted: 2008-09-23, 05:53 PM


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Posted: 2008-09-24, 05:27 PM


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“SON OF A BIIIIiii-…”

That yell was what had caused the tune to suddenly stop in a screeching manner of the Fender’s cords. Grimacing at the awkward way she pulled the strings, Rema couldn’t help but be annoyed. So much for relaxing. Though this would give her a chance to meet someone with the possibility of violence. Her hopes of actually engaging in battle were still warily being kept down.

Sighing in a rather exaggerated way, the brunette shifted her position. She kicked her legs over the edge with ease after removing the blue guitar from her lap into her hand. Now sitting towards the inside of the roof, she hopped down from the ledge. Still holding onto the neck of her instrument though, her gloved hands dusted her backside as she strolled towards the sound and reiatsu of the arriver. Her eyes took a moment to glance at a figure which had another upon its shoulders. The slight vibes reaching its way from the smokestack told her they were not in combat with each other. A faint feel of another, she was guessing it was a fellow Gotei member, was lingering about. Despite her pessimistic attitude, it brought a bit of hope.

‘Mistress! Are you going to approach?’ Dicie’s thoughts found their way to Rema. The male sounded more relieved than concerned. Perhaps because in their case subjecting into fights was what was defined as normal. Or as normal as they could get.

‘Yes, yes. I’m going up to ‘em now.’ The young woman answered mentally. It seemed the two really were keeping track of her, though it would have been nearly impossible for them not to have noticed the new arriving. ‘I’ll let you know if I need you two.’ She added quickly before he had the chance to address the subject.

With the conversation at an end, Rema made her way towards the smokestack. It was tall, seeming to lead down inside the building. Tapping her knuckles on the metal structure, the brunette pressed her an ear against it to listen. Echoing ventured its way up and down in a low sound. As they made their way back up in bounces, the vibrations of the fellow who had fallen inside rode up as well. The person seemed to still be alive. Pulling away, Rema looked up towards the top of the cylinder. Déjà vu passed by her mind as she found herself airborne and at the level of the big, round entrance. With a steady balance on the rim, dark eyes gazed down an even darker tunnel. She had a passing thought that this action was risky, that there was more than likely another option than yelling down, but the shinigami was not in the mood to figure them out. The straight forward, and usually dangerous, approach was more her style.

Her hands were placed behind her back, the weight of her weapon balancing her out as she leaned forward. Gasping a bit of breath, Rema yelled down a “HEEEELLOOO!” to give notice that she was there and to get a confirm back if the being was conscious or not. Despite her wishing for action, the Captain made a side mental hope that she wouldn’t be bombarded with attacks straight from the stack as an answer. Though, with the word and vowels reverberating down, she brushed stray locks of hair to listen for a reply, anyway.


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Posted: 2008-09-25, 11:20 AM


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Silence lingered within the area for a short while after Rema let out her big “HELLO!”, but never should you count on Martyr to remain quiet for too long; either he’d find a noisy way back up, or he’d have a terrific crash. Either way, one could always count on the rogue to be a little dramatic. The sound of a small, high-pitched engine brashly broke the silence, reverberating off of the chimney walls and continuously whining. After which, it almost seemed as though a hum followed it up, faint at first, but consistent nonetheless: “HmmmmmmmmmMMMMM…!” Louder and louder the humming became, originating in the guttural lowest levels of the smokestack Martyr had fallen down into, yet rose every passing second. Finally, for what felt like after a minute, up from the summit zoomed Martyr, swiftly past Rema while inadvertently sending a gust of wind her way at the breakneck speed he currently cruised at. He stood perched atop his guitar as if it were a skateboard, holding both arms straight out at his sides and his palms facing outwards. Goggles strapped across his eyes and a huge grin plastered upon his face, he was clearly the source of the whining engine and humming. His Gibson Firebird had its own ripcord engine, while at the same time he probably threw in the humming for personal effects like the child he came off as sometimes.

HMMMM, SSUUUPAAAAA!

One would think Martyr just won the lottery as he circled about in the sky, hardly paying heed to the Shinigami below, or even noticing that Baka hovered directly in the middle of his current flight path. For the second time in less than a minute and a half, Martyr’s miniscule attention span got the best of him, crashing into the robot and sending them both out of the sky. “DAMNIT BAKA! Way to get in the way! I was just about to do the Franky pose, AND YOU GO AND RUIN IT! I oughta rip out your motherboard, OR SOMETHING TECHNICAL!” the rogue hollered in response after the two had separated as they began falling. Quicker to react than its own Master, however, Baka simultaneously grabbed Martyr by the neck of his shirt, caught the guitar by clamping his big metallic feet onto the neck, and managed to reposition the kid underneath its arm when it looked as though the robot might lose its grip after the collision. Baka’s ability to fly freely allowed him to slow their trajectory and eventually stop, yet either way, Martyr did not seem amused or grateful one bit. He ordered “Alright, now put me down. We need to- GAAAAH! NOT IN MIDAIR, YOU MORON!

Martyr now remained suspended in the air only by gripping the upper-half of his precious guitar after Baka let go, hanging on for dear life else should he let go and encounter a nasty splatter on the Steel Mill rooftops below. He appeared comically [censored]ed, legs dangling beneath him while the frown of frustration on his face would make you think he was about to yoink the Firebird away and bash Baka over the head with it. How Martyr was ever to retain a solid reputation as a powerful brawler could only be guessed by those who viewed his antics. “Alright, we’ve got one more thing to take care of, then we can go to work on this dump. Get the kid ready, the channel hasn’t closed yet,” Martyr growled, trying hard to pull himself up but without any foothold to help him.

After a moment of brief rearranging, they were positioned in a way that Martyr stood atop his guitar holding the still unconscious kid underneath both of his arms, the spot on his head where Martyr made his exit earlier still glowing scarlet. Meanwhile, Baka hovered in front of them, “popping” its mechanical knuckles and neck as if it were about to do some heavy work. It swiftly plunged both hands into the small portal and began rummaging around, and the ragdoll-ized boy could only remain asleep while some seven foot-tall robot poked around inside his head. A red exclamation mark blinked on Baka’s screen a few times when it apparently found the search’s target, allowing it to begin leaning back as it started to pull out the fruits of its labor.

And what fruits they were, or would be. Even with Baka’s great strength, it was easy to tell that it had trouble retrieving whatever object was stuck within the N.O. channel. After some serious effort and a few sparks flying from its wrist, elbow, and shoulder joints, Baka’s screen went red and put all its power into one final, giant heave, Martyr struggling to hold the boy back in the meantime. In classic disproportional cartoon fashion, Baka had to finally fly backward as it pulled out the handle of an absolutely gargantuan baseball bat with the Medical Mechanica insignia etched on its butt-end. In the second massive pull back, more of the bat was revealed, and with one third, final forcing, the entire thing could be seen. It was gleaming gold and thick, maybe even more-so than if it were to be proportional model to a standard baseball bat. Its girth could even be described as comparable to the smokestacks themselves, nearly half as wide at its widest and possessing about a third of their height. It needed the use of both Baka’s hands for holding (and even then they weren’t even close to wrapping around the handle entirely), and when the robot swung the massive bat onto his shoulder, it required the entirety of its arm for efficient placement. Baka might as well have been lugging around a farm silo connected to a tree trunk, and the black words painted on the side spelling out BIG SLUGGER weren’t exaggerative in the slightest.

Nonetheless, it could be easily seen that Baka was having a good deal of trouble maintaining his current pose, trembling under the waiting of the bat alone; a concern which Martyr had foreseen. “Oi, I’m sure it won’t be the same since it’s not Atomsk’s power you’ll be getting, but this kid’s got a weird energy all his own that you could probably use. Baka, LUNCH TIME!

Without any forewarning, a protrusion burst from Baka's stomach in the shape of a giant, black lizard-like head studded with many pinkish eyes and two rows of fearsome, off-white teeth, facing towards a grinning Martyr hungrily as if he were its next meal. "Bon apetite!" Martyr yelled, tossing the limp kid in the head's direction as its mouth snapped open wide, revealing glowing red insides and what a appeared to be a pink, rolled up tongue. Like a chameleon, the tongue shot from the gaping mouth and ensnared his body, afterwards retracting back into its mouth as quickly as it was released. The mouth slammed shut and seemingly swallowed its prey, then reverted into the original shape of Baka's belly not even a second later. Though it appeared as though the droid simply ate the unfortunate youth, its consumption would help it with this new task immensely…

Baka’s violet exterior faded to a deep, dark blue, highly similar to the one displayed by the boy’s aura earlier when he infiltrated the Mill. Instead of Atomsk’s symbol appearing on the screen, it went to black and was replaced with the white, cross-like insignia found on the back of the boy’s jacket. Even with all of the differences, the end result appeared the same: a beefed-up Baka and little more. Yet now he could hold the bat with no problem, even going as far as to give it a couple practice swings which in turn nearly knocked Martyr clean out of the sky. “What the hell, save it for the smokestacks! That’s your target after all!” Martyr barked, swerving out of the way just in time. Now he averted his gaze to the group down below where he noticed a girl with a nostalgically familiar object… A guitar. But not just any guitar: a blue, left-handed 4001S Rickenbacker bass guitar, which Martyr recognized even at this distance. He crouched down and grasped the neck of his own instrument, clenching it tightly as his eyes seemed to brighten up behind his goggle’s azure lenses.

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Posted: 2008-09-25, 12:48 PM


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Amidst the chaos walked something strangely out of place: a young girl just beginning her teenage ears. The strangely out of place part? Probably the oversized white rabbit ears and feet. She casually swung the gold pocketwatch around, looking at the various fights.

It was right about then that any shyness she might have been believed to have vanished as the watch grew to the size of a car and she pushed it towards the Steel Mill, wiping out the wall, and whatever else, was in its path. She shrunk and retracted it before doing it again, this time aiming for something a little higher up.

"So, who will be my opponent before I finish bringing down your base?"


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Posted: 2008-09-26, 11:35 PM


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Shaky vibrations made the brunette wobble unsteadily upon the chimney. Swinging her arms about she tilted a moment to her side, the guitar’s weight not helping her at the moment. Instead of struggling against it though, Rema brought the instrument down on the rim, using it like a cane to regain her balance again. A little sigh of relief escaped her. The gust of wind that shot up from the hole, sweeping debris and dust like a tail, caused chocolate eyes to close and an arm to protectively cover them. After her coughing fit has settled down, leaving Rema tad irritated, the Shinigami stared up at where the commotion was.

‘Did that robot just eat that kid?’ The question was a few notches down from a gasp, but surprise still lined it. The expression on Rema’s face clearly stated -What the hell- as she watched the display.

‘What was that?’ Siete’s voice was a bit taken a back from the mental question, not realizing it wasn’t meant as a conversation starter.

The young woman began with some difficulty describing the events taking place. ‘Well…umm…There’s a robot, it’s floating, and this kid, the one from earlier, and…actually…I don’t really know myself.’ She brushed back the dark tresses that was blocking her view, scratching the back of her head in slight confusion. This wasn’t quite what she was expecting, but than again someone should never predict things in a war like this. A toothy smile was starting to form on her face, ‘But I can tell this is gonna be interesting.’

A sigh was audible on the other side. ‘Jus’ don’ get killed. I’d like t’ not die when I’m not even there.’

‘Yea, yea.’ She answered back in an aloofness filled response. Her attention was more focused on the displayed act above her, causing some amusement to bubble up in a form of a grin. She could tell this would be fun one way or another.

Before she witnessed the swinging of a bat, Rema’s nose began to twitch. Scrunching up her face in distaste, she looked down to see herself covered in debris. With an annoyed “Balls,” describing her irritation, she began patting out the dust. The action had caused a cloud of dirt to surface off of her, but it was light enough to be carried away with the slightest of breezes. When the task was done, the girl satisfied with the slightly cleaner atmosphere, she turned her attention to her leaning post. It gleamed electric blue in the light, not at all fazed by the dirt it attracted. Rema thought the dirtiness gave it a bit of character, along with the black and bold letters that curved with the face. Letters spelled out the name ‘Kayko’ under the smudges of gray and brown; the Captain frowned at it. Gripping onto the inside of her sleeve, she wiped away a clearing over the name in one sweep, not caring about the mark it left on the cloth. A side note was mentally made to go over the letters again in black. They seemed to be getting scratched and faded. Still gripping on the neck, once again satisfied, chocolate eyes went back to observing the scene above her. Pupils narrowed slightly, smug smirk still in tact, at the grin cracking the male’s face.

She wasn’t quite sure why he was doing so, unless the possibility was that he felt cocky. Or maybe he remembered a funny joke; Rema couldn’t tell. What she also noticed was the gleam of red and white in the shape of a guitar. Staring at it for a moment, Rema racked her brain with a list of possible brands. The name that matched instantly was Gibson Firebird. In all honesty it had been awhile since she saw any other type of guitar besides hers and acoustics. This fact curved the edges of her lips further up. Right by the young man, the newly colored robot caught her glance. The vibrations emitting from it had changed, she noticed, as it clutched onto a bat and presented a symbol on its television screened face. The chances of having to fight either one were close, but her stakes were on the goggled man.

Casually stepping off the rim of the smokestack, Rema strolled backwards. Her steps pressed on air and controlled sound waves; the need to look where she placed her foot gone unneeded. Actually, her sight never left the two now diagonally above. With her one weapon hoisted upon her shoulder, still firmly gripping on the neck, Rema placed her other hand on her waist. Her posture was calm, yet alert, welcoming any threat in a mocking manner. With both gazes intense, the brunette decided to break the silence between them.

“Do you play your guitar well?” was what she asked, a tad loudly and almost sounding like purr, instead of an introduction. She figured that could wait a moment. The question itself had two meanings, though. Both had the same answer she was hoping for. Either he musically and violently handled the instrument well, or the option of battle wouldn’t be as fun. The rising anxiety glinted in her eyes, contradicting the sweet closed-lip smile. A swirling feeling of blood lust from earlier was seeping its way back out of its dormant nap. It was anxious and fidgety as it waited in the dark corners of her mind and instinct. The slight shifting of her low reiatsu tried to remain overlooked.

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“Is it me or do you also feel unnerved about something?” Diciembre’s voice spoke out loud. To an outsider it would’ve looked like the young man was talking to himself, instead of having a conversation with its other occupant.

“Tch, it’s prob’ly nothin’.” The harsh feminine tone of Siete replied. Despite her words, however, the older of the two felt the same.

It was hard not to notice it when being crammed into one form with another and having nothing to do but focus on said unnerving cause. Their Mistress was unknowingly frustrating the female Personality. Gritting the shared jaw tightly, Siete leaned their head back to watch the nearly destroyed ceiling. The grip on the ebony bass’s neck instinctively tightened as a look of pure agitation swept over the male face.

Something really was unnerving.


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Posted: 2008-09-27, 01:47 PM


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“Do I play my guitar well? Kekeke… I guess you might say that,” Martyr responded giddily, now chuckling (or borderline giggling) at the situation. Never in a million years would’ve he guessed seeing that guitar ever again, even if perhaps it was a copy (for if it was, it possessed every single characteristic shared by the predecessor it simply had to have been modeled after). The comparable traits piled up within the rogues head: one had a Gibson, the other, a Fender; one was colored red, then its counterpart, blue; one right-handed, the other made for a lefty. Fundamentally, these two instruments were polar opposites in nearly every regard… As the way their owners (or for one of them, former owner) were nearly always on opposing ends.

The increasing excitement built up within Martyr, yet he didn’t simply fly on down and engage the girl, whom he noticed was actually a Gotei 13 captain after ungluing his eyes from the Rickenbacker in order to finally look at her. Suddenly, the picture puzzled Martyr: what the hell is a Shinigami taichou doing with that? Didn’t she have some sword to swing around instead? Yes, the guitar had its appeal, there was no question of that, but to be in the hands of a Shinigami… that was just absurd. Maybe she just happened to come across it and decided to keep it for herself, or maybe she simply enjoyed the guitar even in the afterlife. Which was which whatever which way wouldn’t work, though: no matter how you looked at it, pieces didn’t fit, at least to Martyr.

“Ooiii, Fender-taichou, how ‘bout you hand over that guitar in your hands? It’s not meant for just anyone, especially not you hocus-pocus Shinigami types,” Martyr hollered down to Rema below, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound while the rogue still sat crouched on the hovering guitar. “I’m not too big on just taking things by force, and I couldn’t forgive myself for damaging the guitar if I had to. You don’t just bash up a classic, ya know?”

A tapping on the shoulder interrupted Martyr, Baka trying to get its owner’s attention while it kept the bat hoisted upon its shoulder. “Whataya want? Clearance? Tch, you’ve had the green light for forever already, get crackin’ before people decide to butt in,” Martyr responded without even looking at the robot, brushing the off the mechanical hand and waving as if to say “go away”. Baka responded with a silent salute, hugged the baseball bat’s handle with both arms, and fired off from his point in the sky, making Martyr wobble for a moment. Though he might’ve seemed bugged by his TV-headed companion, Martyr looked out of the corner of his eye to watch Baka make a lead off home-run as the game went underway. Baka’s first target was the first of the four behemoth chimneys, that of which Rema had just jumped off of. The rogue’s eagerness switched from Rema’s Rickenbacker to his robot’s initial assault, a sight which many could (and probably would) behold even at a distance.

In one monstrous, supercharged swing, Baka brought the bat from up over his shoulder down into the middle of the structure, cleanly making full-force contact with the cement face of the smokestack and simultaneously unleashing a thunderous, crashing DOOM which shook the entirety of the Steel Mill forge. The vibration didn’t come from sound alone: Baka’s swing cracked, fragmented, splintered, and demolished the smokestack’s middle exterior, the follow-through enough to thoroughly bend the steel girder framework within. Not losing any time, however, Baka immediately shifted his hold on the baseball bat and made a titanic whirl-around with the bat and likewise hit the exact opposite side with even greater gusto, shattering the framing in this go-around and bringing the whole structure to start crumbling. After this had been done, Baka pulled “Big Slugger” back out and swiftly flew up to the top, where it hoisted the bat upon its shoulder once again, but this time made a completely vertical drop onto the faltering smokestack summit, that being the metaphorical straw which broke the camel’s back for this unfortunate chimney. Gigantic slabs of stone and the like rained down onto the forge’s rooftops either which way from where the bat made contact, the entire mass of the structure falling down hard from the middle-up. Its work not quite finished yet, Baka hefted the bat back up one more time, then flew downwards to the base, spiraling to pick up momentum all the time as the bat also blocked fragmentation from hitting its body. In one last herculean, spin-powered swing, Baka laid waste to the smokestack’s base, knocking down and crunching its lower half, leaving it entirely razed. It was as if a flying, uncouth lumberjack with an enormous, incredibly blunt axe had just taken down an old California redwood in four swings: almost impossible to believe, but so epic in that all you could do is watch as it actually happened.

WOOO! HELL YEAH! I’d say you just hit for the cycle, Baka! In one inning, no less!” Martyr found himself yelling to his robotic companion and applauding. Still clapping, the rogue noted to himself, “Now there’s something I never thought I’d see… And it gets to happen more than once! Hee!”

When Baka moved on to the next smokestack nearby and rared back for the next at-bat, it hit Martyr that a Shinigami captain remained below him. Martyr snapped his fingers and laughed, “Oh yeah!”, dismounting the guitar afterwards but not before grabbing the Firebird’s neck as to not just leave it there. When he fell to the Steel Mill rooftops this time, despite the chaos of the crumpling remnants nearby, Martyr found himself landing firmly on both feet, though fracturing the roof and eliminating any tags like “gracefully” or “with elegance”. Raising up to his full height of 5’10” and shaking around his disheveled auburn hair, Martyr allowed the Firebird to crash into the roof like a heavy weight at his side, still grasping the neck (even if a little loosely). Using his free left hand, the rogue lifted the goggles up from his eyes and let them sit strapped across his forehead, granting Rema the gaze of his piercing yellow eyes as he stared into hers. “Don’t mind my pal over there, this place’s been due for demolition for a while now, wouldn’t ya say?” Martyr questioned, smirking, keeping his wild vibrant eyes locked on her. “Now then, again, I’m gonna need that guitar, Fender-taichou…”


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"Amusing..."

Raisurinu grin widened. The ten blades around his right hand quickly assembled around Raisurinu again. Raisurinu quickly crouched down and the blade closed upon him. The blade hilts pointing towards the ground and all of the blade points meeting in the center above Raisurinu. The blades spun rapidly whilst Lucien attacked with his orbs.

Lucien then disappeared from Raisurinu's view but Raisurinu sensed Lucien from behind. The blades stopped spinning and Raisurinu dashed towards Lucien the ten blades he mentally wielded trailing behing him devestating the ground. Raisurinu was dashing low enough for the horizontal attack to miss him. Raisurinu snickered and made the ten blades thrust towards Lucien's body, which was no longer there.

Surprised, Raisurinu sensed Lucein else where. Raisurinu turned around quickly and saw what Lucien unleashed, a flaming twister with Lucien in the center of it all.

"Hmmmm....?"

Raisurinu chuckled a bit and then smirked. Raisurinu quickly sent out twelve cero blasts that took on the element of wind towards Lucien. Unfortunately the element of the ceros had than turned into fire, however the fire element is only a bonus, the cero itself had it's on power. Continuing the ranged assault Raisurinu quickly spun and struck the ground with all twelve blades, sending cunks of earth and twelve earth kamikazes towards Lucien.

Afterwards Raisurinu fired ten blades into the twister, whether or not the blades would penetrate through the twister was a different question. But it wouldn't matter, either the blades will penetrate the twister or they get caught in the walls of the twister. But being caught in the walls of the twister would be beneficial none the less, the ten blades would spin around slicing those who occupy the center of the twister.

Raisurinu smiled, "If I remember, you said your sanity is afraid of power?"

Raisurinu initiated a shunpo high into the air and above the twister. Raisurinu looked down at Lucien and continued to smile, "Well then... If your sanity is listening... More people will die because you're not willing to control your madness. You probably heard about how your madness was going to level all of Atlas no?"

Raisurinu prepared the ten blades around his right hand again, the blade in his left hand still in it's reverse grip.

"Guess what? I met your fellow Seikazoku members at their base in Atlas. If you're not going take control of your madness, even more of your fellow Seikazoku members will die."

Raisurinu noticed Hitsugaya and Spyder's prescences leaving the area but not that far away. Then a flare went off in the distance. Raisurinu looked at the direction at where the flare came form and quickly looked back down at Lucien and grinned maliciously. Raisurinu initiated an attack shunpo down towards Lucien, the blade in his left hand would sever Lucien's neck if not guarded against.

"But, that's not going to happen, because you're not going to take me down that easily."

The flames licked Raisruinu and he caught fire, Raisurinu ignored this since he felt no pain coming from them although the damage was still being done. Raisurinu's exit point was behind Lucien, using the momentum gained from the shunpo Raisurinu quickly spun and thrusted at Lucien's back with his right hand, the one that acted like a make shift drill.

After that attack Raisurinu pulled his right arm back and lifted it upwards, the ten blades around his right hand moved away from it and surrounded Raisurinu in the air, the edges of the blades pointing downwards. The blades then came down, with Lucien in the path of one or two blades. The blades descended swiftly with enough speed to kill, quickly after they changed positions and now the edges pointed horizontally.

The blades then began to spin again.

Raisurinu laughed, whilst still on fire. The blade in his right hand began to accumulate Raisurinu's dark aura, the aura growing larger and larger within Zrion.

"Your move."


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The first response Rema made to the question of handing over her guitar was the narrowing of her pupils. She thought it was down right absurd, wondering if he was expecting her to just give up her precious instrument. Insults, snappy replies, and sassy slaps to his face were pushed down before she acted upon them. Instead, Rema took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh. It didn’t really help, but she continued to do so until she convinced herself it did. Upon finishing her relaxation technique, a rather loud and powerful vibrating sound erupted just meters from her.

Dark eyes widened at the sight of the smokestack being bombarded by the bat wielding robot. A single cuss word was murmured passed her lips. When the second blow was dealt, the Shinigami snapped out of her daze. Gritting her teeth at the attack upon her base, Rema called for reinforcements.

Mentally yelling the command, ‘Siete! Dicie! Get your lazy butts up here!’ Rema once again cussed. This was not at all good.

Stepping away from the destruction of the chimney, lowering herself down onto the solid roof top, the brunette felt the vibrations radically riding about. To her it was as if she was walking through fog or a head-on windy current that she couldn‘t ride. Neither things did she enjoy, thus this damaging event causing her to cringe at very falling piece of concrete. Not only that, but each slab reminded her of her failing duty to defend the Gotei Head Quarters. These thoughts quickly riled her anger back up just in time to have the single form of Siete and Dicie appear not far from her. Their annoyed and surprised look wasn’t a shocker, though.

Once the young man in the formal suit touched the roof top, their mix matched eyes quickly went to the action above. ‘So this is what was causing the commotion we heard and felt! How annoyingly rude!’ Dicie conversed telepathically. Since the two were under this excitement, of course they would’ve noticed it.

A retort from Siete was quickly followed. ‘What’s annoying an’ rude is that Miss here didn’ deal with it ‘erself!’ was surrounded with dissatisfaction.

“I’m gonna deal with this punk here. I can’t fight both,” she stated as if it was the most obvious of plans. Tilting her head to the side to look at the young man with the disgruntled face. Siete had facial control right now, apparently. “That is why I need you to fight the robot.” The emphasis she placed on ‘you’ just made her partner‘s frown more evident.

Gripping the strap across their chest, which was holding the black bass in place on their back, Siete gave a reluctant huff towards the command. ‘Do I really haf to? There are plenty of other of ya Sinigami about! And I-’

That was about the time Rema cut off the connection. Her attention was back upon Martyr who had addressed her again on his offer. Looking back at him, eyebrows furrowed under dark hair and equally chocolate eyes locked onto his. The nickname wasn’t a bad touch, but it didn’t take away from the insulting demand of handing over her Fender. Rema repositioned her stance to having the guitar placed in front of her. Her left hand still held onto the neck, but the right supported the body with the arm draped in front of its blue and white face. Overall, though looking casual, it was a pretty protective stance.

Despite her emotions, Rema answered coolly, “Well, this here beauty has already seen some rough days and she’s still not ready to be called out from the game just yet. Also, I’m gonna have to say no, amigo. Both to your lil’, uh, request and to that whole demolition shin-dig.”

The Shinigami Captain didn’t know who else would help defend the Forge, but she wouldn’t chance on waiting for them to arrive. Knowing Siete was reluctant to help, Dicie more obedient, Rema didn’t say anything to them. Despite her rebellion, Siete would end up going into battle, anyway. Speaking of them, they were currently still lingering about, but had moved. The male form stepped swiftly to be leveled with Baka. They didn’t engage in a fighting stance nor made any move that looked like a threat, but just stood indifferently near by. Their facial expression had also gone from frowning to a distant mellow air. On the other hand, Rema had cracked a fake toothy smirk. It wasn’t yet there to be called an insane grin, but it was getting deviously close to being so.

“But, you do strike up a question with your…fascinatin’ interest,” was followed with a slight pause. Leaving her mouth a gap for a short moment, appearing to have been searching for the right words, Rema just went with the straight forward approach. “Why do you want my Fender? Ya have a Gibson of your own. A pretty spiffy one at that, but a guitar nonetheless. So, uh, why?”

Her words were spoken each with venom and hints of malice, as if she didn’t care for the answer, though still wanted an excuse for wiping away Martyr’s demand. The possibility of having a crazy smile ran away and was replaced with an insane twinkle of fury in her eyes and reiatsu. Whether she waited for his answer or not, Rema continued.

“Ya know, forget it, I’m startin’ to not care. But, I do care for my Fender. So much that I’d rather not give it to you. I also care for my assignment. So much, as well, that I’m not gonna let you nor your robot destroy it.” Her patience was slowly starting to deteriorate as the words slipped from her gritted teeth. “Okay. Amigo?”


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Lucien's Madness swings his arms out detaching a few of the beads from the collective around his neck. The freed beads still blasting out wind start spinning from within the twister then shoot out taking with them a portion of the golden flames creating several smaller branch like twisters. The mini twisters like tentacles whip around the main body impacting with Raisurinu's cero attacks. Lucien's Madness increases his speed destroying the chunks of earth with the twister's main body letting the remaining twister branches deal with his kamikaze's.

Raisurinu's attacks cancelled out the defensive mini-twisters and vice versa, the beads returning to their places with the rest of them. Raisurinu's next attack was a little trickier though you wouldn't be able to tell from the expression on the face of Lucien's Madness. The top of the twister opens up and changes shape transforming into the head of a great golden dragon from the open mouth Lucien's Madness comes back into sight standing in the middle of the burning chaos his arms held out his sides and his mouth open in mimic to his new creation.

Moving his arms together in front of him Lucien's Madness fires out a large golden blast at the center of the oncoming blades knocking them off course causing them to fly wide of Lucien's Madness and his twister. The twister returns to it's regular state and abruptly flies up toward Raisurinu's new position but stops curious as to what his foe was saying, he listens with his head tipped to the side his perfect white teeth curved into a bloodthirsty grin, you couldn't tell if he was listening intently or day dreaming about whatever dark thoughts such a creature would have.

"Technically it's not the power but his fear of losing control, and your better off telling this to a brick right now he's out cold thanks to you, but I’m not complaining since you helped let me out to play so I'll make sure he gets the message."

With a flick of his wrist Lucien's Madness calls his staff from the ground to him, griping it with his right hand just under the ring at its head just in time. Raisurinu's speed was impressive; he hadn't gained his reputation or Vizard powers for nothing. Lucien's Madness meets Raisurinu's sword with the head of his staff letting the blade slide down the length of the staff. The force of the collision from inside the twister scattered it, the beds sealing themselves shut.

"But, that's not going to happen, because you're not going to take me down that easily."

Igniting the flames on his left hand Lucien spins around to meet Raisurinu's next attack. Sending out a blast of golden flames at the drill arm Lucien's Madness increases the density within the flames exponentially to slow their movement enough to side step out of the way of the rampaging Vizard.

"I should hope not, I'm just getting warmed up, and I wanna be nice and hot for my rematch against that Pyresphere bastard."

Cause if he's gone then Lucien won't have any reason to accept me right? yeah yeah that makes sense... I think. Damn it he's the thinker I just like to blow crap up, plus this body doesn't heal itself unless he's behind the wheel, RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Lucien's Madness snapped out of his thoughts as he was about to get skewered by another sword, he wasn't exactly a multi-tasker and fighting and thinking was definitely out of the question. He punches out with his fist missing the blade but he didn't seem to be targeting anything in particular, the space in front of him grew suddenly heavier and the blade slipped past at a 35 degree angle cutting a thin line straight down his chest cutting the two bundles of golden cloth that made up the upper half of his outfit, the ruined garment falls lazily to the ground.

"Secret Teachings of the 108: Multiuse plus Gravity X10"

The beads once more spread out this time glowing yellow before transforming into exact copies of Lucien's Madness, the field now held Raisurinu on one side and 109 Lucien’s on the other. A dark crushing aura appeared over the battlefield increasing the gravity in a 300 foot radius from Lucien's Madness, the real Lucien's Madness, by 10.

In unison the 109 Lucien's started laughing, "I Think your like me, at this point in the game it's pure adrenaline we can't feel pain but even so I'm going to take you to hell and back."

The Lucien's bring their arms to their sides and open their left hands igniting the golden flames in their open palms and over their staff's and feet. Dozens of the Lucien's fly forward each with the mindless expressions on their faces of pure madness. The first few surround Raisurinu swinging at him with elongated hands in a pinwheel around him. The bead clones though were just illusions, complicated and powerful ones but still just illusions and wouldn't be able to cut a flower let alone Raisurinu. The bead clones though were made with Lucien's Madness' energy and wouldn't seem different to the average energy detection abilities.

The real Lucien's Madness however was approaching in a second group from above who struck with their hands down toward Raisurinu, his hand wrapped up in the golden flames could slice him in half if he hit. He had no doubt Raisurinu would eventually see through this ruse, even a fighter of his speed would eventually get hit by one or two clones only to realize their attacks would just go through him. So he pressed the attack controlling the bead clones to attack relentlessly from all angles with their legs arms and staffs to keep him off balance. A bead of sweat forms on the Lucien's matching the real one, the gravity boost would give him an advantage as his body was used to it but it was still a draining technique, and while fractured he could not access the full power of the Golden Buddha.

Lucien’s Madness danced around Raisurinu striking with his blade arm only to slice Raisurinu into ribbons. He would attack back to back then wait while a dozen or so bead clones moved in then attack again, waited, and struck without mercy. Oddly enough though Lucien's Madness, the real one, avoided using his energy blasts or any other charge attacks.

(((OOC: @Rais- I don't feel like editing my post (tired) the bead clones dissapear if you attack them ie. slash them stab them etc. etc.)))


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There it went again: another Shinigami with too much to say, but words were of no interest of Martyr. As soon as Rema had made it somewhat clear that she wasn’t quite ready to simply toss over her Rickenbacker, Martyr zoned out and his attention quickly became directed towards digging in his ear with his left pinky and peering impatiently to the other side. What, did every Shinigami come with some monologue mechanism that activated the moment communication initiated? “Ok, here’s the guitar” meant he wouldn’t have to fight, while “I don’t think so, buddy” meant he’d just eventually yank it out of her hands; there wasn’t any point in asking questions or chipping in a couple extra cents.

“Ok, you’re just boring me now,” Martyr grumbled through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes as he quickly brought the Firebird back up and repositioned it to make it look like he was holding an assault rifle. It was just as Rema had something about “amigo” that the rogue pulled on the trigger sticking out at the base of the instrument’s neck, thus immediately unleashing a torrent of bullets from the barrel wedged in the neck’s design, each with the purpose of ripping through Rema’s flesh. The hot lead tore through the air and made a fan-like pattern since Martyr brought the guitar from left to right over and over again in order to decrease the ground where the Shinigami captain could run to and therefore dodge.

I hope ya like to fight as much as ya like to blab, Fender-taichou. If so, hopefully you’ll give me a nice workout before I take that Rickenbacker for myself!” Martyr yelled over the calamity of the gunfire, now mischievously grinning with the surprise storm of bullets aiming to make Rema into Swiss cheese. Shinigami magic tricks were always so pesky and troublesome, and if Martyr had ever learned anything in the past when dealing with them, it was to have a convenient contingency plan to throw ‘em off. The gunmetal black chain link sitting on Martyr’s bracelet glowed scarlet, ready in case he should need its assistance.

Now let that guitar do the talkin’… I’m sure it’s got one helluva story to tell me.

Meanwhile…

Just because a new face decided to show up on the scene didn’t mean Baka stopped to take heed and prepare for what might be guessed as an imminent attack. It still mightily swung and hacked away at the smokestacks, as that was his mission; why stop the fun just because of a party crasher? In fact, in the midst of Rema’s long-windedness and what could be deduced as her odd-looking subordinate, the Medical Mechanica robot was halfway finished with making quick work of the second smokestack, breaking and bludgeoning and busting up its concrete covering, steel bracing, and any former pride it retained without any emotion whatsoever (Baka was a robot, after all). It’s not like Martyr’s pal was oblivious to his (or was it “its”?) presence, though. Having perception greater than that of a regular human’s, the droid noticed his arrival as he closed in, but didn’t falter with his current objective. The mechanical humanoid would react in time, though, whether if the new guy decided to throw the first punch or if he showed politeness and allowed Baka to complete the smokestacks’ destruction. Not like the second would truly happened, but a robot could hope, right?

After blasting apart the second smokestack’s base with a titanic golf-like swing and hitting up through a still-falling quarter of the once tall chimney, Baka at last took a moment to briefly hoist the bat onto its shoulder, hover to the location of the next on the list nearby, and give a small, stiff wave to Rema’s underling. It was nothing mocking, just aiming to say a polite “hello” before laying waste to another defining piece of their headquarters. And just like that, Baka spun around, held the bat’s handle in both arms again, and slammed its unreal size into the smokestack’s side to continue the razing, casually carrying on with its work once more…

It was just following orders, after all.


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It was pretty, were the words that ran through Rema’s mind as she saw the downpour of bullets. The fact that it came from a guitar didn’t seem to matter. If she tilted her head at the right angle they shined slightly with the sun. Her location just above the gunfire, she felt, was a lovely spot to watch it all. How she had even gotten there without being hit by the piercing ammunition was due to one her of specialties. The speed of sound and riding its waves through the air within milliseconds, combined with some Shinigami quickness, was something she loved to do.

Aside from how she got to her current position, Rema couldn’t say she didn’t feel insulted by his words, but the sudden distraction stopped those thoughts. It never occurred to her what it would feel like to be above a rain shower, though now wonders like those randomly fitted themselves into her mind. A child-like wonderment, it could be called. Turning her head even more, her dark eyes caught sight of her Personalities. Hesitation wasn’t around when Rema mentally started to converse with a question.

‘Hey, have you ever wondered what it would be like to stand over a rain cloud?’ were the words, still holding the curiosity of a child.

A sigh could be heard from the other end. ‘No, Miss. Shouldn’ you be worryin’ ‘bout your fight?’ Siete asked with a bored tone, not even up for dealing with her Mistress’ attitude changes after so many times.

When a reply wasn’t made on the other end, Siete took the opportunity to give a polite smile back to the destructive robot. They still didn’t make any moves towards stopping it.

‘What are you doing? We’re suppose to be ceasing its damage and you’re…fraternizing with the enemy!’ Dicie’s rather loud complaint caused his female counterpart to merely roll their eyes.

‘So what? We only fight when we’re with Miss, and we’re not! So I can do as I please. Besides, this place needs to be torn down.’ Shifting their position, Siete scanned the rooftop as if she was looking at a garbage heap. ‘Not losin’ much, anyway.’

Diciembre began to move the body of the young man forward towards Baka. ‘She can get in trouble! Mistress gave us commands to help defend this place and you’re not doing anything to help! Who knows what might happen! She might get-’

‘Oh, can it!’ Siete interrupted the other’s paranoid ranting with a shout, stopping them in their tracks like she was captain of a ship. ‘I don’ care if she gets in trouble. Hey, if she’s outta that Death Reaper stuff, then that’s fine with me. Things would be much better! We can do thin’s more lively and without rules to stop us,’ were the words she spoke honestly.

Before he could even spit retorts, he felt like his mouth had been sewed shut. All communications to anyone, whether inward or out, were cut off by Siete’s hording of power and control. Inside, Dicie could see Siete’s wicked smirk and amber eyes mocking him down. Limbs feeling like they were tied tightly with chains made no response to his order of moving. His abilities were shortened almost to nonexistent, only able to watch through their eyes that now looked like movie screens. The movie that he was seeing was on the scene of Martyr and Rema in battle. His over all feeling? Gurosuchikku Diciembre really hated his sibling.

At the same moments of their arguments, back outside of the young body’s mind, Rema was busy. Gaining her grin back, if not a bit more childish, she held onto her Fender as if she were hugging her favorite teddy bear. She was still listening to the sound of lead below her. The brunette could stand and watch it all day, but she did have a job to do. Even her voice of a lecturing tone had been replaced.

“Fight now, intro later, huh? Neat!” With a short whisper to herself, the young woman anxiously made her move.

Despite the pretty show, Rema didn’t waste a chance of preparing. Gathering the energy of sound, boosted tremendously from the bullets and collapsing concrete, it was packed snuggly in her palms. Her grip on the Fender was repositioned again so it rested upon her shoulder. Reiatsu flowed freely through her hands and guitar, guaranteed to cause more of a vibrating and stinging impact than normal, no matter what object it did hit. Lunging forward, the blue Fender was hoisted back like an axe to attack. Rema flew towards Martyr with an intent of smashing him like his robot was doing to the smokestacks. The neck was gripped tightly in gloved palms as her arms twisted back just a bit more. Except for her arms, Rema’s body straightened like an arrow, though she was still tense and ready to change stances.

Numerous thoughts flashed through her head in those milliseconds she flew forth. Her weak points. The counterattack. The numbing throb of hitting something solid. Though, the thought that bolded itself the most was the desire to feel that familiar bloodlust. The wanting for extreme violence. Just the adrenaline-pumping thrill fighting brought. So whether he noticed or not, turned around or not, reacted or not, Rema didn’t bother pausing as she took the swing.

The insane spark had been lit again.


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Raisurinu suddenly felt heavy, it affected his performance slightly, but it was enough for Lucien to do what ever he was doing. But, Raisurinu only laughed.

"What's this? A gravitational field?"

Raisurinu laughed demonically as Lucien talked about how they were both alike. The aura within the blade in Raisurinu's right hand was sufficient.

"Me? Like you?"

Raisurinu continued to laugh as he slowly brought his right hand up, the tip of his blade pointing towards the ground vertically.

"Impossible."

Raisurinu plunged the blade down into the ground with tremendous force and was aided in the increase of gravity. The blade plunged hilt deep into the ground and the force created a crater. Then, as the clones began to close in on Raisurinu, Raisurinu laughed.

The ground exploded.

Raisurinu's dark aura pierced through the skies, piercing the clones and whatever was caught in the vicinity of the explosion of darkness. The ground crumbled and fell. Raisurinu fell down with the rubble, the gravity aiding the creation of this deep hole.

The hole was deep, quite deep. The effects of Lucien's gravitational field was no longer felt here. Raisurinu looked upwards, staring at the small hole of light. But there was no time to gaze. Raisurinu shot ten blades to cover the area above him. It's purpose was to provide a shield and cover.

Raisurinu prepared ten more blades and stared at the "wall" in front of him. Raisurinu grineed as he filled the hole with darkness. then, he formed a drill with his blades in front of him, and initiated a shunpo diagonally upwards, as to avoid the gravitational field which seemed to have covered a large area, judging on the depth of the hole created.

Darkness was left in Raisurinu's trail as he erupted out of the ground and into the warring soldiers amongst the Atlas Steel Mill. Raisurinu saw Lucien in the distance and grinned demonically.

"Die."

The hole where Lucien was erupted into a large thorn of darkness to pierce through Lucien, along with the swords the barred it's path. And the trail that Raisurinu had created erupted with spikes of darkness, all of which was aimed towards Lucien, and devestated the area in which it erupted, harming warring soldiers or interrupting duels.


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