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A Change of State (Priv, Yaksha) Apr 11, 2016 1:50:21 GMT

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Post by sachiko on Apr 11, 2016 1:50:21 GMT

Near immortality is a mentally trying thing. Humans prize it, see it as almost a form of perfection. To never die. Ideal, for a creature with which their sole instinct is survival. Living for hundreds, or even thousands of years like a soul reaper can, is not ideal. To be so long lived takes it toll on the mind. Your perception of time is fundamentally different from the way a human can comprehend it. A year to a human is a rather long time. To a shinigami, it is less than a drop in the bucket. Everything fades into one. Just one event after the next. Time ceases to appear to flow. Time simply becomes one change of state to another. Walking. Now sitting, sleeping, eating. Seconds, minutes, hours, all become irrelevant. Rarely some shinigami lose their minds, seeing their life as a never ending painful monotony. They lose interest in their very existence. Doing that new hobby becomes terribly boring after 500 years. That cute girl in the office becomes infuriating after a century. Mental exercise, meditation, and simply keeping busy are helpful here. Something, anything really, helped avoid an effect akin to mental stagnation. The academy trains the soldiers to deal with this. Some are not so strong willed.

Sachiko found herself afraid of this very thing as she always was, as the young noble lady emerged in a flash from the brink of the Dangai over Karakura Town. Another patrol. Typical routine missions, cycling the roster of members in the 12th Division. Her mission was far more than a patrol, the 12th would not send her here just for that. Karakura Town was a hotbed of reishi and spiritual activity. The SRDI and Squad 12 monitors the city closely for any instability or otherwise dangers. They used computerized systems to keep track of everything. And those computers were always malfunctioning. That's where Sachiko comes in. She was a computer tech, one of the few which inhabit the 12th Division. Her job was to help ensure that the electronics employed by the Gotei were in working order. They oft broke. Electronics are a fickle thing with Reishi in the mixture. Sachi was rarely wanting for work. Either it was in the human world, or prowling the Seireitei to the other barracks, most of time switching a computer on and off to fix a problem. Or replacing hardware, removing viruses, replacing old systems. Typical work for an IT slave in the Gotei 13.

One of the otherwise dangers became apparent from the flashing and obtrusive noise of the Denreishinki. The reaper pulled a cell phone from her pocket that displayed a map with a red dot marking a hollow. Only a kilometre off, excellent. She cloaked her reiatsu as best she could, hoping the creature had not noticed her beforehand. She crossed over a suburb, into an industrial area wherein the hollow was standing upon a roof. With more flashing steps, she closed the distance quickly, drawing her sword as she moved.

As the distance closed she wasted no time. At the hollows rear, likely aware of her by now, she performed an agile spinning attack with her sword. She aimed for the back of its neck, hoping to remove its head with one clean swipe of her sword. Fighting was not particularly enjoyable, she prayed it be quick. She had little idea of the strength that this, just another otherwise danger, commanded. Perhaps luck was on her side today.

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A Change of State (Priv, Yaksha) Apr 11, 2016 2:56:17 GMT

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Post by yaksha on Apr 11, 2016 2:56:17 GMT

Eternity was a daunting concept to the uninitiated. The human mind liked to joke about it, to make it all up and fill in the blanks. To mortals, to those...mayfly people living their generations that didn't even last a full century. Anything bigger than a million was as close to infinite as to make no difference, for a creature that could count its life in the mere three digits. But to see into the annals of reality, to comprehend things of such a phenomenal scale that they may as well have been endless. How could any human wish that upon themselves? How could any pitiful child be held responsible for wishing for something he couldn't comprehend? And when the final, wretched day of understanding come. What could the universe do, but shrug its shoulders and say "Sorry, Charlie"?

There was no going back. Yaksha knew that. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't know if, given a time machine at this exact moment, he would've chosen to let himself go back to that mayfly existence. But he knew that not having the option was nearly too much for him to handle. He'd spent so long convincing himself he could stop any time he wanted; that he could go back to a simple, everyday life. That he could be...nothing of particular importance. He knew that at any day, for any reason or even no reason at all, he could...compress the scale once more. He could go back to that world were 'a milliom' was as close as any being ever needed to get to infinity. He could step away from it all. He could close his eyes and go back to a half-blind, half-deaf life.

And all he'd have to do was jump on the end of a pointed blade. To give those wretched arbitors their sense of smug satisfaction. To let the shinigami win, even one tiny little moral victory. That was all it took, in the long run; a single concession. A single admittance that just this once, the system wasn't broken. That this time, even if it was -just- this time. The faceless dispassionate taskmaster had succeeded in his goals.

And his very soul heckled at the notion.

He perched atop a rooftop, counting slowly, silently to himself. He was sticking to prime numbers this time, as he looked down upon the mortals. Each one had gotten a new number; each time a new one appeared, he counted up once more. He was nearing the ten digits when he heard it. The ever so faint swishing sound of a shinigami in motion, orienting on a target. The ever so subtle sensation of no longer being alone; the hairs-on-end feeling of being watched. Being...hunted. And the knowledge that he was up against something that, even if its numbers weren't quite so high as to stress the imagination, the -scope- was. This was something bigger even than infinity. This was something truly limitless.

He was tempted. So sorely, severely tempted. For just a split second...to let her have her way. He wondered if there would even be time for some witty one-liner. And then the blade had come. It carved a quiet, efficient arc through the air, cutting through the wind with an ease that was almost eerie. It struck his neck, tearing through the flesh there with the same ease, and coming out the other end within moments. It was a textbook blow, down to the last iota. And it had worked as smoothly as cutting through warm butter. It had, in fact, worked too easily; Yaksha's head crumpled like tissue paper as Sachiko's blade dug through it, leaving a faint coating of skin on the edge as he turned towards her, claws glinting...and his head lolled down remarkably low, tucked in towards his chest almost like a turtle's would've been, had he possessed a shell for it to hide in.

There were ever so many one-liners that could've been spoken right now. His eyes were wide with excitement, his neck bobbling ever so slightly as it returned to normal size. What to pick, what to pick? To stick to a delightfully mystifying personal joke? Something only he could be expected to grasp? Or to show this...would-be executioner just how miserable her existence was to him?

Ah, well. Split the difference.

"Eight hundred ninety nine million, eight hundred and nine thousand, three hundred and sixty three. Shinigami: Not Even Once. How can I help you, my child?"

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{Spoiler}
Name: Black Iron Portals
Type: Transportation
Class: Reiryoku or similar
Range: Long
Tier: III
Description: Black Iron portals is a technique that creates portals for seran to use in combat and to travel between worlds. When created the portals take the form of small black orbs, roughly the size of a baseball. Two are required in order to move between them. These portals are permanent and can be given to others but can be destroyed if hit with a higher tier technique. They can also be manipulated by black iron animation. In order to move between worlds the orbs must be placed in either hueco mundo or soul society before they can be traveled too. When the portals are activated they instantly expand out into a disk and Seran can move between them or transport other people/objects/techs

Name: Alliance Communicator
Type: Item
Range: Long
Tier: II
Description: Alliance Communicator is an enhanced reproduction of the shinigami’s Denreishinki. It was designed by Seran as the standard issue communication device for members of the alliance. It has all the properties of a normal cellphone and several other more useful spiritual properties. The AC is capable of cross world communication, allowing the Alliance contact regardless of what dimension they happen to be in. The AC has a GPS that functions regardless of which world the owner is located. The device also has a tracking feature for members of the alliance to find one another. This has an infinite range and other alliance member’s ACs can be pinpointed on the GPS, regardless of distance, as black dots with names above them (this feature can be turned off by the owner).

Name: The Black Hand
Class: Item Creation
Tier: III
Type: Item - Body Modification
Range: Self
Description: The hand of Yaksha, severed in a show of fealty. The limb was infused with black iron and reattached by Seran, causing the arm from the elbow down to be similarly enhanced. The modification, in its base state, appears as Yaksha’s hand, only black and metallic up to the elbow, with the effect fading out up the bicep.

Name: A Tool For All Occasions
Class: Reiryoku or similar
Tier: I
Type: Passive
Range: Short
Description: Because the arm is assimilated with black iron, it can be transformed in the same manner, taking almost any shape imaginable. The main limit is size, as the the transformations must be equal in mass to the arm. Because this black iron is part of Yaksha’s body, its manipulation is passive, being the same as simply moving arm. Because this is still black iron, Seran himself may also control this limb if he chooses (accepting this item entails OOC consent for this part of the item).

Name: Shed Skin
Class: Release
Tier: III
Type: Defense
Range: Self
Description: Primarily used as a defense against upcoming attacks, Yaksha is able to focus reishi to a portion of his flesh, effectively causing it to slough off even before the attack lands. He's able to avoid being burned, poisoned, or even damaged by the impending attack. It's essentially useless against enemies who outspeed him, unless he already knows where they plan to strike.

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A Change of State (Priv, Yaksha) Apr 11, 2016 4:07:41 GMT

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Sachiko followed her strike keeping a deep concentration through her spin and the delivery itself. She tried to make sure her attack was as taught. Approach the hollow from the rear and cleave its head, it is always best to take them by surprise. Severing its spine at the nape of the neck was a surefire way to if not kill it, disable it. She even tried her desperately hardest to make the swipe of her sword perfect. Of course, she never was. Losing balance was always a problem for her. Her mind was the type that travelled a hundred miles an hour. Before her attack managed any damage, her mind was already on the next move. Always the same mistake, her body always seemingly content to screw up. Her blade dug into supple flesh, ripping through the beast's neck. Her mind with excitement of success flew to next step, before the first even concluded. The same mistake again, which she became sorely aware of as the hollow reacted and moved from greatest danger at just the right time. Sachi saw its claws, and in her mind, her death. As restful as such a thing seemed, she still caved to instinct, and jumped away from the hollow's advance.

Landing 10 meters away, she held her sword horizontally across her chest, ever slowly stepping in a wide half-circle around her bestial opponent. She topped in her tracks, her eyes alight with shock, when the hollow opened its mouth and spoke a perfectly coherent sentence. He was poking fun at her. Though she knew not why he repeated a huge number, she could almost feel his snide remark cut her like a knife. His voice, his tone, his way of speaking was not unlike the nobility in the Soul Society. The kind of people that enjoy sparring with words. However, she marvelled her fortune to be faced against a hollow capable of speech. If he could tease her, he was likely capable of reason and strategy. In other words: fuck. This was not a typical mission, nor this hollow simply one of the otherwise dangers. Running her ass away seemed like a good option to save herself the trial of pain that was fighting this hollow. Though that option had little benefit towards her prestige.

"How lucky I am. To find a one-in-a-million. An intelligent hollow. As much as I would like to pick your brain, I kind of... sort of... can not let you live. Shinigami. It's my job. You understand. I'll buy you a beer if I see you in the Soul Society after I've cleansed you. Sound good?" She returned his mocking, with a bit more than one line.

In the next moment, a cloud of dust was all the remained of the girl. She used flash step to jump right in front of him, a meter away. She then jumped to his side, doing a half-spin as she flew through a second flash step. She aimed her slash during the second step, seeking to cut the creature's leg out from under it. Her attack was poorly aimed, however. Most likely to hit his arm, or nothing, rather than his leg.

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A Change of State (Priv, Yaksha) Apr 24, 2016 0:44:15 GMT

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Post by yaksha on Apr 24, 2016 0:44:15 GMT

Yaksha's laughter was soft and reedy, almost like the sound one would've expected from wind rustling through the grass. Of course he would catch one of the ones who was already wavering. And that tended to be the trend, didn't it? So few of the shinigami actually took their jobs seriously...at least, not in Yaksha's experience. Perhaps it had something to do with the sheer shock of running across an 'enemy' that they could find tolerable. But no, that was tooting his own horn a bit too much. He certainly couldn't attribute the entire thing to himself. After all, there were certainly at least a few other hollows that would've been coherent enough, if given a chance. No, there was something else entirely going on here. Perhaps after an eternity of xenophobia, one found themselves...jumping at the novel. One could only fear something for so long before the curiosity started setting in.

Or perhaps it was just that they had an understanding. After all...the only ones that were -really- riding them to take out these hollows were the ones who'd likely not had the dubious honor of staring down a beast far beyond their means to defeat in centuries. And when that time came, it didn't exactly do to stand on pretense; one would find themselves falling a very short ways indeed, to a very fatal end. Yaksha mused on the entire thing in silence for a few moments, watching the woman disappear in a blur of motion, only to appear...in front of him? Now -that- one, he had to admit, was a surprise. There weren't many people at all that would've bothered with anything that bold. Disappearing like that, only to reappear within the enemy's line of sight? You had to know what you were doing to even try that one.

Not least of all because if you didn't, you could be made to suffer heavily for it.

Yaksha was already in motion when she began her roll, the entire area filling with a cacophony of movement. His right hand flung itself outwards, sending out a half dozen red pellets of reishi, to splatter against the stone around them; each one held within it enough force to knock even a professional boxer to the ring long enough for a ten count. Likely longer, if they weren't careful. But that was barely even a start to the affair; his head twisted to the left, his eyes widening in a motion of drunken ecstasy, as his hand warped and writhed before her very eyes, forming into something that looked very much like a segmented, legless millipede. Ten, twenty, still more joints caused it to writhe and twist in on itself, countless miniscule blades popping out along the length as it did.

Even as this was happening, without missing a beat, his shadow sprung to life and boiled over with pent-up excitement, coating the entire air above Yaksha with a thick, suffocating sheet of darkness. It reached nearly twenty feet into the air before dipping back down in a rough 'n' shape, covering his front and above alike. Even had she decided to attack from the front, it likely would've been blocked entirely. Had she tried a strike from behind, his muscular tail was already busily scything through the air, intent to shatter bone or leave her with a concussion.

He spoke slowly, with an almost exaggerated care.

"I think what you meant to say is you'll arbitrarily pick out a soul from the billions that vaguely reminds you of me, and buy him a beer in an attempt to assuage your guilt at snuffing out one of the few interesting things to happen to you in the last decade. Perhaps you'll even go so far as to offer yourself to him. I wouldn't know, I like to imagine you had -some- standards...but we all do such unreasonable things when we're bored. I know I did."

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{Spoiler}
Name: The Black Hand
Class: Item Creation
Tier: III
Type: Item - Body Modification
Range: Self
Description: The hand of Yaksha, severed in a show of fealty. The limb was infused with black iron and reattached by Seran, causing the arm from the elbow down to be similarly enhanced. The modification, in its base state, appears as Yaksha’s hand, only black and metallic up to the elbow, with the effect fading out up the bicep.

Name: A Tool For All Occasions
Class: Reiryoku or similar
Tier: I
Type: Passive
Range: Short
Description: Because the arm is assimilated with black iron, it can be transformed in the same manner, taking almost any shape imaginable. The main limit is size, as the the transformations must be equal in mass to the arm. Because this black iron is part of Yaksha’s body, its manipulation is passive, being the same as simply moving arm. Because this is still black iron, Seran himself may also control this limb if he chooses (accepting this item entails OOC consent for this part of the item).

Name: Bala (Hollow Bullet)
Class: Cero/Bala
Type: Offensive
Range: 100 Meters
Tier: I
Description: A weaker but quicker alternative to regular Cero blasts. The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it at around twenty times the speed of a Cero.

Name: Ensombreza Cobija (Shadow Blanket)
Class: Hollow Technique
Type: Defensive/Binding
Range: 25 meters/Self
Tier: III
Description: The user shoots reiryoku into their own shadow, pulling it up around them like a thick, dark, slightly transparent blanket, hence the name. This is among the absolute fastest of all Hollow techniques in execution speed, being used for a last minute defense against fast attacks, such as Bala. One of the only weaknesses of this technique is that while the user is shielded with their own shadow, so too are they incapable of moving, until the shield is broken or dissipated by the user. The user is also capable of using this shadowy cover to trap an opponent at half bala speeds, using the target's shadow. The shadow can only rise up 7 feet from the ground to engulf either the user or the target, however once it comes in contact with what it is meant to cover, it can stretch over even the largest Gillian.

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