BLEACH: Flight of the Dead Gods IC

[Umbra]

((High Octane Nightmare Fuel coming your way!))

 

As the fireball collides with him, the remains of Akimoto Shizuke turn to dust. His ashes spread in the wind, and what little remained of his reiatsu vanished. As Yamada observes Satoko, he notices something about her. He can clearly see something twitching under her skin, across her arms and legs and even rippling across her forehead. She seems to be in terrible pain.

 

Naoki smiles as he turns slightly toward Yamada and Sanako. Nodding at Satoru and still absorbing Saseru's flames, he begins to speak. "Your friends think Shizuke is dead, do they not? That they defeated my brother so utterly that he has no hope of survival?" He lets out a small laugh, not halting the sucking-in but merely slowing it down for a split second. "His Resurrecíon absorbs the reiatsu of everything it touches, either turning it into spores or - as he called it - 'neutralizing' them. What it does is that it can turn reiatsu into reiryoku, the essence of an Observed's power. His own power, that is." You hear Sanako let out an involuntary shriek of pain. "The spores root themselves in the victim's body, spreading into the central nervous system and to all external limbs where they can drain reiatsu directly. This power is called Florece, and allows Shizuke to regain his former shape if it is destroyed. It simply...", he grins widely, revealing hundreds upon hundreds of teeth, "...grows right back." From your distance, you see something moving under Sanako's skin... something large. Around her stomach, her robe starts to bulge and expand. Yamada becomes horrified as he hears something, a cry. Sanako lets out another cry of pain as an arm shoots out of her robe. Yamada immediately recognizes the ring, clearly visible; it is Shizuke's. Before your eyes, the defeated Observed crawls out of the opening he tore open.

 

Naoki turns his attention to Saseru and Satoru. "I myself do not possess such a miraculous ability, but I have others at my disposal. Fase segunda. Digiero." He closes the great jaw, and without warning the wind halts. "Trago absorbs reiatsu, similar to my brother's power, but is far more passive. It can only absorb the reiatsu it can swallow, but in exchange it has a far greater power." Directly above his jaw, eight brightly yellow circles open up. "So... that's what it looks like. Toll, Seimitsu. Blast, Setsuna. Burn, La Quemadura Satoru's sword immediately returns to it's released state, surrounding him with fog, and Saseru's flames strike back at him. "Digiero looks for the root of all reiatsu it has absorbed, and allows me to freely tap into that power using its own reiryoku. There is no escape."

[Hydra of Ages]

Satoru glanced down at his sword with a grimace. He glanced back at the opposing observed, then back at his sword.

 

"Of course there is." he said evenly. "Naoki A., have you heard of a particular old saying? If your eye causes you to sin, tear it out. If your arm causes you to sin, cut it off. In fact, coyotes are said to chew off their own limbs when caught in a trap."

 

He glanced at Seimitsu. The sword was beautiful- how could it not be? It was an aspect of his own reitsu, after all.

 

He reached into his pocket and gripped the fang kept in there.

"Consume, Réquin" he commanded, as the fang immediately wriggled and tore itself apart, transforming into an elastic substance that quickly devoured his arm, eating its way up his entire body, quickly covering him in the bony, cartilage-like white element.

His body contorted and twisted as if in pain, and he eventually made a minor howl as both of his legs were drawn together, becoming longer, thicker and more reptilian, replacing his entire lower half with a snake's coils. Thin scales covered what had once been his legs, though larger plates of armor quickly appeared, shielding it from damage.

Though his upper body seemed relatively unchanged, his face was far different. More snakelike and lacking eyes, his hair formed a rough mane, making him seem like a wild and dangerous creature. There was a succession of cracks and pops as his hands hanged to incorporate another link.

 

He hissed in relief once the transformation was finished, glancing down at the silvery rapier in his hand. Even without eyes, he could still sense the handiwork and perfect contours in the sword...

 

He spat acid at it.

 

The violet mixture hissed and crackled as it contacted the blade, causing it to waver as its spirit particles were eaten away. Satoru felt small prickles in the back of his head as he literally burned away his own power, but felt assured in his action when the mist that had been generated by the blade also seemed to dissipate when its source had been entirely destroyed.

 

He didn't feel too sorry about destroying Seimitsu. As part of his spirit, it would grow back soon enough; hopefully, at a time when it wouldn't be used against him.

 

He slithered away from the larger Observed, and was grateful for the first time that his acid was short-lived. After it acted, the venom disappeared entirely- if he was careful, he could avoid giving strength to his opponent.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Yamada sat in shock at what had happened. He had ust seen Shizuke climb out of Sanako, and knew that he was too tired to help her, or even defend. He only had one trick left up his sleeve, and he did not think it would do much more than stall the inevitable. He figured it was still worth a try. He waited until Shizuke came out more, before he used his spell. He held his hand out, and spoke the incantation. "Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six, Rikujōkōrō!" As he finished, six beams of light shot at Skizuke and immobilized him, making him a target. "You... you dastard..." Yamada began, "How dare you?!" He snapped, as he stabbed Hihanone toward Shizuke's heart with all the energy he had left.

[Umbra]

Naoki laughs. "So that is your Resurrecíon, drifter! Truly an amazing power. Not only did you grant yourself power, you also took away a piece of my own. Destroying your own Zanpakuto takes guts." The glowing orbs turn their attention to Saseru. "It's a shame the same thing can't be said about about your friend over there." The flames blazing around Saseru shoot out in a long shape resembling a Chinese dragon, heading straight toward Satoru. "How does it feel? To be killed by your own?"

 

Hihanone strikes home - or so it would seem. As soon as it touches Shizuke's skin, it is put to a halt. "Didn't I tell you something, drifter? I know when I am defeated; I have no wish to fight. Now, you have two options. Either you just stand around there with your blade pointed to my chest, making me expend the last of my reiryoku and killing me, or you let me heal your ally. Florece's ability penetrates the entire body; the damages to her spirit are severe. You don't have enough left to heal her, I can tell that. So, either you kill me and let your friend die, or you let us both live. What will it be, drifter?"

[Guest Tainted Black]

Yamda glared at the man, knowing that trusting him would not neccesarily bode well. At the same time, if he was being truthful, he could heal Sanako. Truth be told, what did it matter if he could not harm the enemy? Yamada could not hold his spell much longer, anyways, and let it go. "Fine, you're free. Now heal her." He bit out, putting his arm, holding Hihanone, down. He would strike like a viper if he tried anything funny. Who was Yamada kidding, other than himself? He was too weak for that.

[Hydra of Ages]

Satoru glanced at the dragon as it approached, and almost felt like laughing. It was neither the time nor place, but he was entirely unthreatened by Saseru's brand of power. After all, both his Zanpakuto and his Resurrecíon had the ability to negate free-roaming Spirit Particles that were so typical of the overblown and unwieldy, albeit in different ways... strangely enough, he saw the parallels between Naoki's powers and his own.

 

His spat a slightly larger glob of acid at the flame dragon, which quickly expanded to consume the fiery spirit particles on contact before constricting and imploding in upon itself, destroying all remnants of the attack's existence quite easily. Even better, he was rather sure it took him significantly less power to summon a glob of his acid than it did to create that dragon.

 

Satoru shrugged and chuckled a little to himself. "I'm afraid I won't be finding out too soon, Naoki A. I hold no fear for any of my ally's abilities." he replied honestly.

[Umbra]

((All content that used to be in the first post has now been moved to the OOC thread.))

 

Shizuke nods, and kneels beside Sanako. "Thank you, drifter. This will only take a moment." Putting his hands over the hole in Sanako's robe, Shizuke closes his eyes. "Regrow. Remember your shape, as I remembered mine. Ponerte." Sanako is surrounded by a faint, green glow, and the wounds on her stomach begin to close. Shizuke nods. "She will come to in less than an hour. I should know, I've used Ponerte on myself hundreds of times. He rises, and turns to Yamada. "With the last reiatsu I have, I bid you farewell. I hope that my brother goes easy on you." He snaps his fingers, and is instantaneously surrounded by a beam of white light that seems to shoot into the skies. The ground he stands on, no less than two square feet, breaks free and carries him upward. "So long, drifters."

 

Naoki laughs again, and what once was just a touch of madness seems to be straight-out insanity. "Impressive technique, drifter! I can see why the Master would want you." Three of the eight eyes blink. "Easy to see through, but nonetheless impressive." He opens his jaw wider than before, to the point where it is practically circular. "It's very slow, that move of yours. Bala!" Several red orbs, head-sized, appear within his jaw. "This is the end, drifter." He releases the Bala, which spread out in a cone-shape while heading towards Satoru and Saseru. Saseru's flames continue to rage on, but make no direct attacks.

[Guest Tainted Black]

Yamada managed to get through his shock long enough to breathe out a "Thank you..." before Shizuke was gone. He was in utter shock. Yamada thaought. As he sat, he looked over Sanako for a few moments, noting the healing that had taken place. He could not believe it. The man was still in his skin. He shook the notions off, and tried to watch the other battle going on.