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B L E A C H : Final Stand [RPG]
Are You Ready To Fight?
Night of Wijnruit [Active] 
20th-Nov-2006 09:10 pm
Character(s): Ichigo and...?
Location: Outside the Kurosaki residence, Earth
Content: Ichigo tries to find some time to think but it seems that may be a little harder than he thought.
Warnings: None

Inner hollow, huh? How wise of an idea would that be? Ichigo could barely control that power. Tampering with it was just asking for trouble and trouble was not exactly something he wanted at the moment. This hollow problem tugged at his mind.

Aizen was in Hueco Mundo, right? Maybe he was taking an effect on the hollows. It would only make sense if that bastard was off setting the balance of things.

Ichigo sat back with a grunt. These kinds of problems were getting old real fast. Shouldn't the Soul Society have said something by now? Even Rukia didn't know what was going on.

"Dammit!" He yelled, punching the ground. Ichigo just couldn't find a moment of peace, could he?
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26th-Nov-2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
Not that Ichigo knew it, but his daily quota of peaceful moments was about to be halved again.

Grimmjow stood - or slouched, rather - atop a tall building overlooking the residential area of Karakura, an unimpressed look on his face.
Alright, he'd lost that white-faced bitch already - so where the hell was that Shinigami bastard? Tch...just his luck for it to be so fuckin' quiet today...Grimmjow would've revved up his Peskis to find him, if he'd could've been bothered to...
Nah, he reasoned then, scratching idly at his chin - searching was much more fun. He might even be able to catch out a few innocents on the way...Screw whatever shit Ulquiorra started spewing about making too much mess: he was long due some party time, dammit...!

But he needn't have let his train of thought wander that far. Right at that moment, there came a burst of reiatsu over to his left, and Grimmjow turned his head - raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Hn?"

Then, slowly, the familiarity of the power dawned on him, and he grinned.

"There you are...Shinigami."

In a blur of white, he vanished from the rooftop - speeding in the direction of the irritable display, his grey-blue eyes a-flash with anticipation.
26th-Nov-2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
Sighing, Ichigo rest his head in his hands. When your fate was changed, it really did change. The teenager mused over the possibilities of what would be happening if he didn't meet Rukia on that memorable night. He most certainly wouldn't be a shinigami and therefore wouldn't have Hollow problems, internal or not. But if he didn't meet Rukia, wouldn't she have gone back the the Soul Society? Then what? Would Aizen still have gotten the Hyougoku?

Now that he thought about it... when did Urahara hide it within Rukia's soul? Before or after he met her? Then if--...

All thoughts ceased when a rising pressure began to rise from the east. With a bolt, Ichigo jumped to his feet. This reitsu... He had only met it's owner twice but he would never forget it.

A hand reached into Ichigo's pocket where the small, hollow-shaped trinket from the Soul Society rested. If the arrancar had anything on his mind, Ichigo would be ready. Calmly, he looked toward the sky, searching for any sign of movement.

He'd be ready.
26th-Nov-2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Only moments later, Grimmjow stood in the sky - grinning down at Ichigo, his hands pushed casually into his pockets.

"Yo, Shinigami," he hailed, tilting his head back irreverently. "Nice weather, ain't it...?"
26th-Nov-2006 11:33 pm (UTC)
Ichigo looked back up at Grimmjow but his expression was far from similar. The shinigami ran his finger along the border of the badge as if to reassure himself that it was still safely in his pocket. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use it. Fighting the Espada was the last thing that he needed or wanted right now.

"Yeah, it's just amazing," Ichigo frowned, denying the sky the attention that Grimmjow gave it. "Decided to bring your arm this time or what?"
27th-Nov-2006 08:27 pm (UTC)
"Heh," he grinned darkly, flexing his wrist gesticulatively. "Yeah, I brought it - seems like I underestimated you a little, last time..."

He stepped down onto the pavement opposite Ichigo, closing his eyes smugly. "...But I won't be making that mistake again..."
30th-Nov-2006 08:36 pm (UTC)
Seriously... what was with this guy?! The only time Ichigo sought to fight him was to protect his friends. That was when Tousen forced him to return to Hueco Mundo. But not once but twice did he come back. But for what? To prove that he was better?

Well if that was what he wanted, fine. Fat chance he would win though.

With a momentary breath, Ichigo clutched the badge and instantly his soul was ripped from his body. The process was not exactly enjoyable, it was numbing at best, but the teen had quickly grown used to it. Nervously, he glanced back at his body that lay face up on the ground. Unfortunately, Kon was not around to take his body and get the hell out of here nor was there another ally to help in some way to defend his body. If Ichigo wanted to guarantee his survival, he'd have to lead this battle as far from the Clinic as possible.

"Say what you want but it doesn't matter anyway." Ichigo hefted Zangetsu from his back, allowing its makeshift sheath to unravel. "I'm not about to loose to a hollow, arrancar or not."
2nd-Dec-2006 01:04 pm (UTC)
His feral grin widened, his fist clenched anticipatively as he watched the white cloth unfurl around the ridiculously large blade.

"That so, huh...?" He started to walk forward, eyes boring intently into Ichigo's. "Then stop shootin' your mouth off n' bring it, Shinigami."



4th-Dec-2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
Ichigo had done more than landed himself in a tough situation. Grimmjow was completely serious and only continued to egg the teenager on. The problem was with what Shinji had mentioned earlier. If a seasoned vaizard could not contact his hollow, how would Ichigo? He could only control it for eleven seconds before he reverted back to his original form.

But this was an Espada. It was his only hope.

"Bankai..." whispered Ichigo. The dark coat swirled and formed around his body and Zangetsu shrunk into the sleek, obsidian blade that Ichigo was now all to familiar with. With closed eyes, he reached into the very depths of his soul, searching for the hollow's power and--

There!

Swiftly, the teenager pulled the hollow mask over his face, concealing all emotion beneath the clay, and lunched forward with Zangetsu at his side.
4th-Dec-2006 11:38 pm (UTC)
His grin became somewhat fixed; though not because of doubt. Shit, no. He just needed to concentrate: the kid was good after all - he'd give him that much. He was the reason for the now-faint scar across Grimmjow's chest...
Anyway: he owed a few cuts of his own, now - he was going to make damn sure he'd get them in, too. No one that bad-ass powerful could go around looking as fuckin' clean-cut and squeaky-clean as that orange-haired Shinigami did...

He narrowed his eyes as Ichigo came towards him: raising his arms and folding them across his chest in preparation to block the oncoming attack.
5th-Dec-2006 12:00 am (UTC)
The space between Ichigo and Grimmjow closed rapidly and almost instantly until Ichigo halted mid-leap. A sharp pain seared through his skull, breaking all concentration he once had. What was this?! What was going on!? Ichigo's hands flew to his head to hold back the pain only to no avail. Never before had he felt pain so intense. With a hiss, the shinigami doubled over. What was going on?! What was going on?!

Tch.

A wave of panic flooded through Ichigo's veins as he struggled all the more to rid himself of the pain. He knew this power! It came in a burst and more powerful than ever before. But why now? The hollows...?

"I told you, you Majesty," Ichigo laughed in a voice that was not his own and released his hands from his head. "You aren't supposed to die. Lucky you have me around to stop you from doing anything else stupid! Ha ha!"
5th-Dec-2006 09:26 pm (UTC)
His eyes widened a little, and then narrowed again just as quickly - the corners of his mouth caught between a sneer and a cynical grin.

"Hn. So you're the pack behind the punch, huh?" he assessed. "Figures you'd turn up sometime. Shame you're stuck in such a fuckin' pansy-ass body, though...I almost feel sorry for you."

The Shinigami's Hollow side. Grimmjow had known Ichigo had one, of course; he had to - he was a Vaizard bastard, after all, and it was due to those 11 seconds of impressive reiatsu-flare that Grimmjow had got all bloodied up last time.
If anything, he owed this guy ten times more back than he owed Ichigo himself...Well; perfect opportunity. This day just kept getting better and better.

"Not that I care," he continued, raising an eyebrow slightly. "In fact, it's kinda handy you've shown your face - now I can beat the crap outta both of you...!"
28th-Dec-2006 12:02 am (UTC)
Freedom. Sweet sweet freedom. What more could a hollow want? But something disrupted this freedom. And obstruction. A... half-hollow? What was this man before him? The answer soon clicked into place.

Arrancar.

The ethereal laughter of the hollow echoed through the area. "Weak body?! HA! The King just doesn't know how to use it!"

This body... it was capable of so much. Ichigo had no idea of what he had. Nothing! Useless! Disgrace!

((ooc: Guh. So tiny. ><))
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