The Dangai Spirits 1.012

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

What's a man gotta do to get a decent coffee these days anyways? Like come on!! Its Karakura Town, Japan after all, everyone's got somewhere to be and yet the one small coffee shop that Corvus decides to offer his money to and the service stinks? Its a wonder why he didn't just lounge back at the King's Den and slurp down a whiskey sour to get his day going. If it weren't for the eye crust he'd just wiped out in the bathroom Corvus would've let em have it. The nerve of these teenagers! How does one fuck up a simple white chocolate latte? Its not like he ordered one of those complex beverages filled to the brim with sugar and syrups that they serve over at the big chain coffee shops. Those things get you so hopped up on a sugar high that you even forget about the caffeine working in your blood. What a day! Nine in the morning and already he was on the verge of ruining someone's shift with his slyly malicious tongue. But instead he snatched his coffee up and took a leak. Face as blank as ever; that man in the mirror was either bored beyond belief or too sleepy to even try and nurse his own hangover. And yet that was his resting face staring back at him as he took a sip from his coffee and made his way back out to the main room of the coffee shop.

The hell? Looks like Corvus wasn't the only one pissed about the service. In the brief time it took him to piss the coffee shop's bland decor hit the crapper. The interior designer figured riddled limbs and blood red was a better look for the place. A slight smirk crept on that disinterested mug of his as he laid eyes on the culprit; black and ugly as ever, chomping on a foot like a drumstick. Another sip of the dull-as-dishwater latte before he lightly sat it on the table beside him and Corvus stretched his arms above his head, letting out a roar of a yawn. A lazy grin slid over his lips as he flicked his left wrist upwards and gripped his Quincy Cross that dangled from a bracelet on his wrist. Corvus sure liked that black suit he had chose to wear but he knew his white dress shirt and pencil thin gray tie were about to get messy. Hell, his black loafers were already getting some sanguine stains from just eyeing the ugly bastard that caused the scene.

As Corvus gripped his Quincy Cross his double-edged axe emerged, the brilliant steel reishi shining in the gentle amber sunlight that peeked through the broken windows. He examined the beast and wore that shit-eating grin like a mask before he spoke up, "If ya didn't like the coffee there's a better spot up the way fella. Guess I gotta deal with ya the only way I know how."

Corvus lightly rotated his arm in a small circular motion and stepped forward as he chucked an axe shaped arrow of reishi towards the beast.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Only the face a mother could love, and even that was a bit of a reaching statement. What was this thing anyways? Didn't really have the reiatsu signature of a hollow, and didn't look like one in essence either. No mask, no tells as to what the hell this thing was. But it bled, and that was reason enough for Corvus to deduce that it could die as well. As the beast leapt around chucking rubble, Corvus kept note of the distances and angles at which it jumped. As a table came launched at him, he sidestepped and let it crash into the wall before swinging his arm in a wide arc and launching three arrows, one where the beast currently stood aimed for the chest, one where the beast had just leapt from aimed at the ground, and one a few feet in the opposite direction where Corvus guessed the beast would jump to.

A brief spin off his heel and Corvus let off another wide arced swing of his left arm, this time letting his axe fly, spinning at a rapid rotation towards the wall behind Corvus if the beast chose to try and catch him at the blind spot behind his back. Look at Corvus giving off his best impression of a ballerina with those fancy feet! At the end of his spin, he pivoted of the ball of his foot into a jump to his right toward where the beast had originally stood before he took a chunk out of its shoulder. He tugged on the reishi within his axe and pulled it back to him at a high speed curving it off of whatever surface it would hit from his initial toss into an arced rotation paralell to the wall before returning to his hand. Half of the room was met with some form of Corvus's assault leaving only his original position next to the bathroom open. As he waited to see which attacks connected he plucked three daggers from holsters on his belt disguised behind the flap of his dress coat and held them between his knuckles as he held his left arm free above his head to catch his axe.

First move in a fight is data after all right? And Corvus, for all his lazy demeanor and reserved attitude had made quite the flashy play to collect his data on the strange inky black creature.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Thing's got thicker skin than meets the eye huh? It bat away an arrow and ate the gash on its shoulder through gritted teeth. As he hopped to the side Corvus let out a weak sigh and...

What the hell? That spin. That pivot. What the hell?! This beast mimicked Corvus's exact motions and ramped up the ferocity. Any inkling of thought that this creature was a hollow before faded in an instant as Corvus's eyes widened from a half-opened sleepy gaze to an indolent fixed stare examining the creature adapt right before his eyes. To watch a creature of this capability-so fixated on primal urges to feast and destroy-shift so easily into a capable fighter able to mimic movements at such a precise detail threw Corvus for a bit of a loop. The smug grin on his face curved modestly yet distinctly into a genuine smile of astonishment. If he weren't determined to destroy the creature he'd have entertained its efforts with a golf-clap of sorts, praising yet oh so condescending in essence.

As the creature came barreling at him through the air like a cyclone, Corvus hopped back a few feet, leaning back as he did so, before pushing off his back foot. He made a winding motion with his left arm and leaned forward as he gathered a large amount of reishi in the environment, sucking out the reishi he'd used in his previous arrows. By the time his arm swung down in a diagonal motion aiming at the creatures right shoulder down to its left hip, a giant burst of energy lashed out from his axe and blasted out at an enormous speed. The beast still cycloning its way towards Corvus would eat a point blank blast of energy (Tier V) and be eradicated if its speed didn't act as a blessing and allow it to evacuate 50 meters behind linear blast.

After the blast, Corvus stood his ground spinning his axe at a mild speed keeping his wits about him as everything in front of him was blown away and he stood in the remnants of a once middle class coffee shop.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Full of surprises. Just brimming with the unexpected. What a day this turned out to be huh? Corvus had always heard tales of hollow like creatures who'd abandoned their masks for more power, perhaps this was one of those fabled warriors. The old Kings of Koenig were renowned for their prowess in battle and Corvus in his reign had seen a bit of a peaceful era. Not by choice of course. The Shinigami scum had forced Corvus and his family into an unforeseen state of complacent hiding, after the Quincy Massacre their entire way of life changed. Gone were the days of old where the King's Den housed thousands of battle-hardened festive Quincies, into the age of some hundred battle-thirsty Quincy aching for their grandeur to return. It was a difficult pill to swallow but it had to go down all the less. And yet here was this strange creature before him, allowing him to give his blood a boil, his temperature a rise in the thrill of combat. Don't let the lazy demeanor fool, Corvus was pleasingly intrigued. It was time to fight like a true King of Koenig.

As the black blob reformed into a new body after half of it'd been blown away, Corvus noticed a few distinctions in this one. A sword. It seemed far more reserved and composed, the rabid features long gone as if he were faced with a completely new adversary. No matter though. Corvus proved it could be destroyed, he just had to do it more thoroughly this time. Corvus bent his elbow outward and began rotating his forearm, slowly, then faster, ramping up the speed in the rotation of his axe until neither blade was distinguishable in the circular whir, still gripping the daggers in his right hand. He stood waiting for the beast to make its first move. Corvus didn't have anywhere to be, its not like he was in a rush to finish the dreary coffee he'd destroyed. He was more interested in what this creature's new form had to offer.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Birds of a feather flock together is the saying right? Corvus never really cared for such quaint figures of speech and simply made his own up as he went along, and yet ironically enough the fanciful little quote rang true. That eery smile plastered on the beast's face was one Corvus once sported like a crown. To be so enamored in adrenaline's kiss that one abandons all sensibility; this was the face of a monster, in every meaning of the word. Corvus wore this face when he murdered his beloved years ago, and in true irony, the beast he was to slay displayed the same senseless wanton bloodthirst. But rest assured, there was no contempt. Oh on the contrary! The pleased look of contention on Corvus's face knowing that he and this beast were more alike than meets the eye bore no disdain. The sadness attached to his shame simply fueled his fire and drive to want to see this beast eradicated.

After the beast roared out, Corvus began compressing a bit of reishi on his heels and snatched up a small tube of silver into the palm of his hand clutching the daggers. As the beast leapt forward, Corvus lightly tossed the vial in front of him and tossed one of the daggers through it, shattering the vial revealing the liquid within as well as aiming the thin dagger between the beast's eyes. As the liquid splashed freely in the air it convulsed and expanded into a smokescreen. As Corvus pushed off the reishi at his foot, he launched into the air some fifty meters away, careening through the air like a bat out of hell until he'd reached a tall building looking down at the warzone in the distance. Corvus wasn't shy of the creature but the ruptured coffee shop and surrounding area was proving to get a bit cramped and Quincy after all were marksmen by nature.

His landing couldve proved a little cleaner as he came crashing onto the roof of a building. He banged up his shoulder a little but it was nothing he couldnt power through. In any case there was something he'd been wanting to try anyways. Axe still spinning, he noted the sound it made as it whirred at a blinding speed, the double-edged nature indiscernible from the speed of the rotation. It was almost as if the steel was producing sound from simply spinning. Corvus wasn't really one for science but the idea struck him. If his axe could make such a noise casually, then why not use the concept in a more direct application. He gave a flick of the wrist and halted the rotation. He collapsed his axe into a single sided weapon, rotating one blade to be parallel to the other and locking it in static position. He kept his wits about him, unsure if the beast was trailing him and tried to speed up his experiment. He formed an arrow, as easy as breathing, in the shape of the blade and tried rotating the arrow at such a speed that it could also produce sound. A gradual whirring sound began to build up, low and slow, almost in a growl as Corvus anticipated the beast tracking his movement and another inevitable face off. The whirring continued to build up but remained a low thick tone. Corvus fired off the arrow haphazardly into the rubble fifty meters away hoping to attract the beast if not hit it. After all, whats an experiment with no test subject.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Damn!! The speed on this thing, he was planning for it to be nipping at his heels but this was less chihuahua and more pittbull in terms of ferocity. With ferocity comes carelessness. And of course as the beast came darting forward with a wide arced swing, Corvus read through the motions as best he could and reacted swiftly. He hopped back to create more space before leaning back and ducking in a spinning motion, chucking his spinning axe from his hand at point blank range aimed to lop the beast's legs off. No doubt in his mind they'd regenerate since the pesky fuck had demonstrated the capacity prior. Accordingly, Corvus summoned his axe back to hack through the beast's midsection, curving back a few feet after it'd blown past it, hardly loosing any of the momentum from the initial toss.

And it hit him, in the spur of the moment. Sure he had more prominent matters to worry about but it was a stinging thought. He shouldn't have focused on rotating his arrows at high speed. No no, that was a snail's pace compared to what he wanted to achieve. If physics class back in primary school had taught him anything, its that rotations and oscillations can only achieve so much, vibrations were where it was at. Corvus promptly tossed the remaining 2 daggers in his hand with upward force, hoping to lob them into the beast's head before planning a dash past it. As he saw his axe curve backwards, he loosened the bond between him and his weapon so it would fly past him as he compressed some reishi on the roof beneath his foot, pushed off and dashed quickly at a low angle past the beast, trading places with his axe. As he skid back to face the beast and heard his axe pass him by, he pre-emptively shifted the rotation into a violent vibration at such a point that the reishi particles were nearly unstable. He maintained the solidified edges as to maintain the form of his axe and as it passed him by his vision began to blur. A high pitched ringing like a banshee's call pierced the air and as he skid to catch his balance a few feet past the beast he knew the shrill pitch wouldn't just be a slap to his own senses but the shadowy creature's as well.

Corvus formed an arrow from his hand alone as he summoned his axe back to him aiming to slice through the beast once more. The arrow in his hand was standard issue and he hoped to aim it towards the dagger that would fly into the air, had his previous attempt missed, and ricochet the daggers right back down to pierce the beast once more. If his plan were to work out accordingly, the black blob would be looking like diced onions before it had enough time to reform its parts.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

So much for flair. All it got him was a ringing in his ears and another set of issues. As he saw his axe fluttering away into the sunset, he saw the maddened toothy smile of a demon closing in on him. Quincy were never without their tricks though. He sucked a vast amount of reishi from the surroundings and blasted them back into the area until the surroundings were so condensed with reishi that the black beast, clearly not versed in the art of reishi manipulation would be weighed down by the thick veil. This was the beauty of Kujo, the expulsion of reishi. Oh wait! Duh Corvus, use your noggin. You're a king of Koenig for crying out loud. As he expunged the reishi out into the atmosphere, he added a secondary layer of reishi coating to protect his ears from the shrill banshee arrows, he was planning on reusing. Clutch timing considering what he was about to do next.

As the black humanoid tried to slash at his midsection, he would see the beast get hampered down by the dense reishi and slow down enough to leap high into the air and grab his axe. He formed a large barrage of about twenty arrows, each one crying out like a siren, to rain down on the beast.

A wide grin formed on his face as he held the gnashing creature in front of him. The killer inside him was giddy and he matched the primal viciousness of the black beast. To unload such a fierce attack, Corvus rarely saw the opportunity that required it arise. Often times he was too bored with the situation to deem it worthy,yet here was a worthy opponent, worthy of getting sliced and diced. Swiss cheese never looked so good.

Just Can't Stay Sober Now

Just Trying To Stay Alive

Geez pal, ya still lookin a bit sluggish there. The Kujo's radius expanded into a dome like shape from where Corvus initially expelled the veil. To watch the beast grit its teeth as it tanked a few arrows was off=putting to say the least. What was this damn thing made of? Corvus was running on reserve strength for the moment and had but a few tricks left up his sleeve. He shot a couple more arrows to try and bait out the beast's chase and right after the arrows, Corvus tugged on the remaining reishi in the surrounding, sucking away the veil that was used for Kujo into another ferocious blast (Tier V). Sucking away the Kujo gave the beast a slight speed boost to close the gap on Corvus but this was according to his plan. As he saw the beast speed up with full intent on offense, Corvus would unleash another point blank ferocious attack, this time in a wide arc to limit escape as well as cover his defensive options. The recoil blowback from the blast would also propel Corvus further away and higher into the air away from the beast. He was growing weary of the creature's resilience although his fighting spirit grew fiercer.