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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Oct 24, 2022 4:58:32 GMT -5
"Miserable weather." Commented a senior monk. Itsuki stirred from his meditative drift, seated amongst some quiet corner he'd believed ideal to hear the rain fall and winds whistle without being buffeted overmuch by either. Somehow even in the blanket of grey that had consumed the sky, somehow even further shielded by the roof that man's head managed to gleam and shine. This shrine wasn't like the one back home, far more visitors and conversational types resided amongst the staff. "You sound quite happy about it, somehow?" Answered the junior in honest observation. The black robe clad fatman determined to capitalise his time since he had returned from Oxford chortled, jangling and jostling the prayer beads at hand as through a wide smile he gazed out across the sea of flowers and unrelenting line of torii gates stemming away from the main body of the shrine. "Ah, there is the scent of the kami's mischief in the air, shinshoku." Trailed his jovial observation. Itsuki's stomach grumbled. It was his experience that some monks like this were prone to describing everything with flowery metaphor, it was basically a trick of the trade. That at least earned a smile, the junior pondering back on his own days spent in love with such language. "Yes, I imagine it will rain a lot. Do you need me to fetch you an umbrella, sensei?" He offered up, eyes now fully open and turned away from the beacon of the baldhead. The monk shed hearty laughter, patting the seated of the pair on his shoulder with a shake of his head. Whatever his exterior, the wooden clatter of a set of juzu being hastily fumbled with wasn't to be mistaken. "I think I'll retire into indoors in earnest, good luck, kannushi." Came closing reply, the rotund Itsuki sat, dumbfounded. "Kannushi?" He mumbled. The old baldhead never called him that. Hell, half the time he was being called shinshoku in a tongue-in-cheek fashion. The sky rumbled and the cloud came to life, a-glow with pale blue light. The heavens proverbially split open as the grey blanket wrung itself free of rain at last. Turning his gaze upwards from that veranda he'd perched under, it came to his attention that the clouds did in fact seem to be ... writhing. It was unnatural, the third thing already in as many minutes to leave him wondering what was going on. Another rumbling came, his spine shivered as something brushed against his soul. That spiritual third eye was forcibly awakened, a great wave crashing against the shores of his soul with a demand for his attention. This power was not unlike when he had first felt the candle of Professor Alexander's soul burning bright, except... different, somehow. Before he could ponder much further a great droning reverberation sounded out, like some irksome entity waiting to peel back the sky drawing first breath. A hollow? No, this was something above the sky. With that a great dark scaled snout peered down, blue whiskers and red fur lining a slow slithering serpent peering down from the veil above. A dragon. The thing snorted a gout of cloudy mist free from its nostrils and the rain kicked up harder, a veritable deluge pelting Tokyo below much toe the shrieks of tourists fleeing the shrine. This this had to be at least some twenty foot long and as big as the main shrine itself. Well, this was new. Itsuki clutched the omamori in his pocket, was it hit job to deal with this? It felt closer to priest territory than shinigami. A flash of thunder broke free of the blanket, the subsiding light leaving behind the crackling, shimmering shape of another creature. Another scaled thing, the quadruped's back was a brilliant mane of electric blue fron neck to tip of it's tail, yellow scales with black dots like armour running from beneath the great mass of wild fur down to elbows and knee joints where the same blue fur resided, mighty black claws like obsidian scraped along the tiles of the shrine's pathways as the wolf-faced thing prowled a small circle about the courtyard, gaze fixed up against the rain dragon. It howled out, lightning arcing from cloud to cloud about the pair of white eyes in the sky. "Well, no rest for the wicked..." Itsuki mused, rising up in half-shock disbelief, half creaking discomfort. Having barely just recovered from his ordeal abroad it did seem like convenient timing for a spontaneous dragon manifestation. It was probably safe to assume due to the lack of screaming these too were entities of the spirit world. The charm in his hand shattered, fresh-forged reiatsu nails once more finding a home in his clavicle. The Fine Print
BURN THE WITCH
Type: Destroy (PvE) (Unique) (Modified to PvE with Val's permission.)
Level: 3 (req. met by Val's Fullbringer.)
Description: An imbalance of souls has caused an unprecedented phenomenon to occur in London Tokyo. Strange dragon-like creatures have appeared and are causing havoc and destruction throughout the city. Only spiritually aware individuals can see them. The Dragons are the product of a combination between soul imbalance and a great amount of negative reiatsu centralized in the city.
Destroy at least 3-4 Dragons.
Save any pluses or other spiritually aware individuals caught in the cross-fire.
Stay until the phenomenon has subsided and the balance has been restored.
Location: Nezu Shrine, Tokyo
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 24, 2022 15:30:34 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive It was raining, and darkness was starting to set in across Tokyo and its surroundings. Generally, this was nothing to write home about, although it was quite annoying for a traveller who had only just arrived to the city and hadn't yet figured out his place of accommodation yet. Yet, there was an ominous sensation about tonight that simply would not leave the mind of someone with a sixth sense. The air was more dense with Reishi than usual. Perhaps some sort of large Hollow attack is approaching? Tokyo had endured them more often than the usual these days, as far as he heard, a massive battle in the city some time ago had left so much ambient Reishi behind that it was attracting Hollows like bait months later. Hibano chose to not continue with his journey towards the couch he was going to surf on in Tokyo tonight and instead took guard. He sat on the thickest branch of a tree, stretching above buildings surrounding a quaint shrine in the middle of the city. Partially covered from the rain by the foliage, he stared at the sky. His sheathed Zanpakuto was resting on his shoulder. Every once in a while, his mind wandered off to quiet contemplation. Of all the information he has collected about his past. Of Simone, and whether he would be able to find her a second time - and explain himself to her in a way that doesn't lead to him bleeding out next time. Of his future, and whether he even had one, alone in this Universe by design. All questions that eventually had to be cast to the side. The sky roared with thunder. A powerful Reiatsu sensation got Hibano to perk up, narrowing his eyes. Two creatures dove from the clouds, gliding across the sky, the first one, a serpent of red fur and dark scales, unleashing an even more powerful torrent of rain than what had already flooded Tokyo. These were not Hollows. Hell, Hibano did not even know what they were. Dragons, of some sort? But those weren't real. Those, unlike the world of the spirits, were nothing more than myth. Perhaps he was too quick to judge, then. Hibano rose to full height, standing on the tree branch, and clutched onto his sheathed weapon tightly - watching the maneuvers of the dragons from his vantage point. Unlike Hollows, this time he could not be certain whether these creatures were hostile or not - but in a situation like this, it was more helpful to be careful than not. |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Oct 24, 2022 16:24:15 GMT -5
A flash of brilliant white, not searing yellow next illuminated the battlefield.
"Begone from this sacred place, wild Raiju!" Called out what seemed to be the only monk stepping out into the rain. Clad in his own red-trimmed, white shōzoku with matching red hakama beneath, each and every stride was one filled with confidence and composure. The smouldering mark across the beast's back was little more than a sparking scald to this beast. Yet, the pride and presence of the kami is not something to be tarnished by mortals and so easily forgiven.
Temperamental and fitful with rage, the wide-eyed, unblinking beast turned slow to bare down upon him. Barely halfway down those drowned steps the monk halted as it prowled, strafing about him like a careful hunter. Orange fires of the soul ignited aout him, flecked in corrupted black. "Back!" Insisted the magician of mysticism, of sorts. On high the dragon in the clouds leant lower, body coiling and curling behind it until they shifted their mass free in entirety from the cloud layer, three glistening, golden claws exposed. It laughed a low, deep, throaty chuckle against the sight below, pearl-white fangs gleaming on display. In time with it's exhalation the sheets of rain seemed to ebb and flow before settling back into their pounding, unforgiving rhythm.
Prideful Raiju, scornful and forever free, shrieked a mighty ear-busting roar that repelled the cascade and near blew away Itsuki's now feeble light. Bellowing extended as the thing's back arced, face turned towards the heavens with crackling fur. Sparkling light rose about it, spouts of purple witchfire crackling up light stagelights about the thing from torn tiles underfoot. The rain wyrm on high breathed deep, disgorging itself of a true torrential gush of water as if some tsunami's lesser cousin from the sky against the crackling array of bolt bursting up from the now naked soil below. The sky burst in steam, ghost lights from their overindulged reishi spent trickling away from the point of impact to fade away. The raiju roared from its new position, fangs planted firm in the snout of the tumbling sky giant, claws raking and ravaging.
The lashing, entwined bodies, as it so happened, happened to be tumbling towards Hibano's tree. Itsuki was sprinting across the grounds towards that probably site of impact, all too inexperienced with his own reishi to know how to get there quicker than mortal means.
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 25, 2022 4:54:51 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive The temple which became the nexus of Dragon activity was not defenseless - while watching the movements of the creatures, Hibano was suddenly caught off guard by blasts of Reishi suddenly lighting up the sky. A monk had stepped out of the temple grounds, clad in white, red-trimmed robes, and fired off the attack to try to ward one of the dragons away. There was some power behind it - not overwhelmingly so, but enough to make the creature back away a little, and for its peer to laugh at its distress. Yet, instead of working together to overwhelm the human that dared to defy them, they began fighting amongst themselves, unleashing powerful elemental attacks of rain and lightning at one another and colliding across the skies. The titanic clash briefly mesmerized Hibano, and the teen, watching these mythical creatures lashing out against one another, realized almost too late that they were careening towards him, and fast. He ran across the branch of the tree in desperation and then leapt to the sky - a platform of Reishi beneath his feet propelled him forward, allowing him to soar far into the sky and escape the path of the two dragons. While they crashed into the tree, collapsing it and several others with their sheer momentum and picking up a storm of dust and leaves, Hibano spun across the air and landed on his feet behind it - right in front of the monk. If he could sense Reiatsu pressure, perhaps he could register one emanating from the teen - a conflux of different energies and natures all bottled inside of him and constantly held back from bursting out. " ...I am going to guess you know what these things are, sir," Hibano stated, turning back towards the crash site. No doubt, this shouldn't be enough to make these creatures go away. " Because I don't." |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Oct 25, 2022 6:26:12 GMT -5
Clamouring to the ground, the two warring dragons stood from their fall as their close combat separated. Remains of trees, soil carved from the ground and bricks from a collapsed wall they had thrashed against littered the ground. The pair snarled, the storm up above made by their conflict worsening. Blood trickled from the rain dragon's nose where it had been pierced, claws dripping with the revenge it had taken, crimson lines painted along the lightning chimera's underside. Itsuki was shocked to see the shape of anyone, let alone another human soar through the sky from the wisteria they had demolished. As the stranger landed before him, the monk took the opportunity to catch his breath, brow quirked in question. Before he managed to ask they presented one of their own, the white clothed man nodding in response. His ability to sense the reiatsu of others was sufficient enough at least to interpret Hibano's aura as one of colours wrestling in and out of each other, joining and separating, struggling away. Dismissing it as something he simply didn't know yet, Itsuki cleared his throat. "I would say these two are 善如龍王† and 雷獣†, a rain god and a lightning god's pet, both noted dragons. Maybe the raiju ran away, legend says they like causing mischeif." He glanced over this unknown. "Itsuki, and your name is, are you a shinigami?" A few moments lapsed, only the rain and a distant rumble in the sky filling the air. Thinking on those names, depictions of them from way back when arose in his mind.* Not to be denied their duel inflicted upon everyone and everything around them, the dragons again breathed lightning against water. Again, the collision exploded into a cloud of steam, the two circling one another, watching for the next strike, the next opportunity to gain an advantage. A temporary stalemate. Beneath their feet the pooling water began to move and change, minitature wave breaking against temple walls and stairs. Around their feet the water began to bubble and shift, gathering itself up. A spike of reiatsu, brilliant blue shone as the only warning they would get, Itsuki panickedly hurried back away with a cry of, "Move!" as the glowing blue puddle shot upwards, coated in a thick layer of water. As light faded it became apparent what had happened. A river dragon, living water had drawn itself up through the flood pelting the streets and come to join the conflict. The great elongated snake rose up, perhaps some ten foot in length with a shrieking cry, composed entirely of stormy waters around a reiatsu core. Unlike the other two, this one seemed to have eyes on the two humans with no interest in their kin. *†
善如龍王 / Zennyo Ryūō / Goodness-like dragon-king
雷獣 / Raijū / Thunder beast
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 25, 2022 14:57:14 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive The monk did, apparently, have an idea what these things were - he dropped two Japanese names that Hibano only barely caught and understood in the rain and chaos, and explained that they were elemental gods and noted dragons from legend. Whether these were actually gods would need to await further judgment, but the explanation at least gave a little amount of clue about what he was dealing with, at least. The monk introduced himself as Itsuki, and asked whether the teen was a Shinigami, which got him to briefly look down at the sheathed Asauchi in his hand. If he knew about the Shinigami, then he was at least a little familiar with the workings of the spiritual world - and yet, he had assumed that this monk was only that, a monk with weird powers. Perhaps they have been visited by the Gotei 13 before, then. " My name is Hibano... and no, I am not a Shinigami." Any other questions he might have had were put to the side. While the battle between rain and thunder took place before their eyes, sending powerful bursts of steam across the surroundings of the temple, the water underneath their feet began to move, bubble and collect below them, concentrating. Itsuki recognized the Reiatsu that was building up there and ran, but Hibano, instead of stepping away, chose to wait. Briefly, he crouched, bracing for impact, and then was suddenly consumed by the wave of water crashing upwards. A third dragon, one composed entirely of the stormy waters, flew to the sky and shrieked with powerful force. Hibano, meanwhile, was clawing himself up on the slippery, liquid skin of the creature, struggling to stay on - he had been picked up by the dragon and was now flying on its back. " Okay!! So how do we stop them?!" he yelled to Itsuki - then, in a fit of desperation, suddenly slammed his hand into the dragon with Reishi-infused force, seeking to divert the creature towards the ground, the other two fighting dragons in particular. |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Oct 26, 2022 10:02:02 GMT -5
Formality took control. It was probably Itsuki's current clothes and being at 'work' that had resulted in such a strangely polite continuing of conversation in the middle of a battle between various avatars of weather and strife. Some tiny voice in the back of his mind theorised he simply didn't want to be seen lacking before the divine kami.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hibano. I look forward to working with you." Spoke the monk with gentle incline of a bow. "I'd be quite interested to hear about what you are!"
Itsuki, of course, planned to intervene directly. Ancient mantras whispered past his lips while a hand wove between mudras in an act of time worn mysticism. Etheral nails planted in the monk's collarbone blazed bright in response to his arcane ministrations, one of them flickering out of existence and reappearing in the proferred hand.
Hibano's efforts found resistance in the form of a slim, invisble membrane of reiatsu that both protected it and allowed his spiritually attuned instincts to clasp onto something more than running water. Wailing, the slithering blue body tried to flex and turn away from him, successfully sending the thing back to the ground with a splash into the now ankle-deep water drowning the shrine and streets of Bunkyo.
There could be no doubt, these things were enemies. Merciful in name, their behaviour betrayed them for the wild forces of nature vying for supremacy that they currently were. Itsuki took a breath, critical to consolidation of his focus.
"We defeat them or chase them off. There is no time for a lengthy ritual to calm their spirits." Declared the more 'knowing' of the two.
At last casting his spell out into the world, Itsuki's shard of ghost magics had shattered with a wave of his hand, purifying salts raining out to sizze and sear the screaming river dragon's immaterial skin. The creature thrashed about beneath it's rider, Hibano's grip fading as a brief opportunity formed.
"Quickly, now!" Urged the monk, hand dripping with the molten orange of his spiritual energy expressed, plucking free another nail and turning his attention to the larger pair amongst the trio. Itsuki quivered faintly at the sight.
Thick hided and superior in size the rain god had trapped the living power station amongst their coiled body, squeezing it slow and tight. The smiling head of the sinister god hung down over its captive, mouth agape like an open floodgate. Drowning, choking and crushing the mischievous lightning beast didn't seem to damped it as much as expected. Forelimbs still free it clawed and tore relentlessly against the scaly bindings, working away at the flawless scales.
Itsuki's eyes narrowed for a second as blinding yellow reiatsu flared from the captured creature. Rearing back a claw the thing crackled to life a bright orb of light under the still bleeding snout of its enemy, the next wild swing of its paw met by a stake of violent lightning from the sky above. In an instant the rain god had cast away the not-so-helpless prisoner, sending it tumbling into an azalea bush and climbed atop the outer wall of the shrine, nursing an eye bloodied and smoking from the magnificent strike dropped from the clouds.
This apprentice suddenly very strongly appreciated that he was not alone in trying to stop them.
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 28, 2022 13:35:11 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive The dragon of the river thrashed in the sky, trying to shake Hibano off, but the Fullbringer clutched tightly onto the spiritual brane and slammed it downwards - together, they crashed into the waters below, unleashing a large splash from everything that has gathered since the beginning of the storm. Itsuki's advice echoed what Hibano had been thinking of ever since the river dragon first pulled him to the sky - the only way out was to defeat these dragons or chase them off. The only issue was how far he needed to push himself, to achieve the delicate balance between taking down the creatures and not causing too much damage to the temple and its surroundings. Activating Soul Fusion might make this a whole lot easier, but would be rather dangerous to Itsuki and the rest, from the Reiatsu pressure alone. The monk made the first move, sending down a barrage of some sort of salt - Hibano wasn't sure what exactly, and he was not going to question it - that crashed down upon the river dragon and seared its skin, forcing out roars of excruciating pain. The teen kicked himself off the watery body and spun in the air, clutching onto the handle of his sword as he descended - and lunging forward as soon as his feet touched the ground below the waters. In a flash, Hibano slashed across the dragon, reappearing behind it with the Asauchi fully drawn and cocked back in a wide arc. Briefly spinning the sword in his hand, the teen slammed it back into its sheath - which is when the full effect of the slash suddenly manifested. Whether or not it actually succeeded in taking down the dragon - it did not seem to be the sort of creature affected by getting pieces of its body amputated - the attack hopefully left some damage nonetheless. Much like Itsuki, Hibano noticed the escalation of the fight between the rain and thunder dragons, a bolt of lightning that broke the rain dragon's grip over its adversary and briefly separated them. While one of the creatures climbed onto the walls of the temple, waiting for its wounds to heal and watching the battleground, Hibano turned his eyes towards Itsuki and yelled: " Are you sure this fight's not gonna endanger anyone? Is everyone inside the temple safe?" |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Oct 30, 2022 20:13:35 GMT -5
Habaki mated with koiguchi, tsuba clacking against saya.
A garbled, gargling roar began, swiftly cut off by the bursting of the banks that formed, bursting up away in a wave crashing back from the duo along the site of severing. Glowing threads of blue, intertwined, burned bright and migrated down into the water underfoot, fading swiftly.
Itsuki nodded in response, eyes drooping half-lidded against the deluge of rain.
That old baldhead must be more than he seems. Kami's mischief, indeed.
"The master of the shrine has entrusted me with the safety of those within." Spoke the only monk present. Duty hung heavy in his voice, scars of the past burning on the surface of his mind.
The bartending monk formed the sign of the sword of enlightenment before his heart with his left hand to focus his mind. Burning winds the colour of molten iron lashed up, thickening into strands of burning slag. Hands clasped together in a gesture of prayer, nails in his clavicle bursting. Only black flame, an infernal exhaust leaking from the holes left behind remained. The thick aura leapt to his hands, forming glowing beads dripping with power, shifting and twitching as threads of that dark fire stitched into the orbs, fashioning them into a floating circle of prayer beads.
Prowess unleashed, power doubled, the beads bled fading reiatsu away in drips and drabs, disappearing upwards before surrendering to nothingness.
These few moments of spectacle had been fortunate not to be interrupted but had not gone unnoticed.
The rain god shed a hissing snarl, eye shifting from the wild spit of static challenging it. The glowing-thing. The blade-holder. They had tried to vanquish the sacred dragon's beloved kin of the land-waters. The good-natured joviality of the largest dragon had subsided.
Heat marred the air, the oppressive clouds thickened. Heavy rain had become a torrential monsoon.
The raiju, as pure lightning, cast itself up at the half-blinded superior. Claws gleamed as the Zennyo clasped the naked bolt in bare hands. The raiju's body reappeared as lesser bursts of electricity lashed out from its hide. The thing was seized by the neck, flailing in efforts to escape again.
By the time the beads of Itsuki's release had formed the wrathful god had twisted into the air, discarding the raiju into the knee-high waters.
Scaley maw parted wide to unveil pearly teeth, glistening. White fire burned hot in the dragon's throat, all too soon a sound of the air crackling as the ball of fire fell from its mouth into the rising inner-city tide.
As it hung in the sky, another breath began to build, a white nova of crackling energy slowly swelling, expanding beyond the limits of its mouth, leaking from the empty space where an eye once lay.
Itsuki made the effort to throw up another symbol in the air, another strike of white lightning leaving little more than a bloodied scratch across it to no avail.
The wrath of the god before them was mighty indeed.
The bright light in its mouth burst, a shockwave strong enough to knock any regular man flat pressing out across the ground. Water was pushed away. Tiles cracked and walls shook, trees groaning. The monk was left prostrated before their god, grumbling in complaint. He soon surfaced with a gasp as those knee-high waves swept back in, threatening to drown him.
"Fuck it!" Blasphemed the devout one. "If that bald-headed bastard of a head monk won't come out here and kill it, I'll do it myself!"
It appeared that stress was one thing and disgrace another.
Hands clasped in prayer once more the exhaust from his bones flared, beads reigniting and burning black threads restitched. Crimson bloomed under his white robe, the cost in blood paid as the beads lurched free of their bindings, tracing lines of light as they homed in on the dragon floating above them, exploding as they made contact with its body.
For what little damage it had done the dragon staggered, an opening left for the mightier of the pair defending the mortal realm.
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Nov 1, 2022 13:05:22 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive One was down, there were two to go. At least, Hibano, sheathing his weapon and glancing towards the remaining two dragons, assumed it was down - the formless liquid nature of the creature did not give the Fullbringer many hopes, but, its Reiatsu seemed to have retreated for the time being. Briefly, his eyes met the one remaining eye of the rain god - and it wasn't a happy expression. Perhaps it too realized what happened to one of its kin, and did not take it well. As the two dragons continued to fight, they had a little bit of time to get ready for another clash, though not too much. Itsuki activated some sort of transformation, clearly an unnatural form of black fire oozing from the man's body and leaking into an aura that was surrounded by threads and whips of this fiery energy. Unnatural, but not too out of the ordinary for a Fullbringer. For now, Hibano merely clutched tightly onto his sheathed sword. The power that was emitted by the dragons was quite concerning - and the fury of the rain god only made that point more clear. Its adversary, the dragon of thunder, able to match it blow for blow mere seconds ago, now got caught by the neck and cast aside, while blasts of pure white energy fired off from its mouth, overpowering any sort of defenses cast by Itsuki and detonating in the air. Briefly, it overwhelmed the entire battlefield. Hibano had tried to step back and avoid the blow, but, by now, the torrent of rain was taking a severe hit on his mobility - not only was water almost up to his waist at this point, but the soil underneath, saturated by the rain, was starting to turn slippery and damp, difficult to run around on even with Fullbringer abilities. Briefly, he almost lost balance, and then was pushed aside by the explosion, sliding across the woods before the temple. Though he remained on his feet, the attack overwhelmed him nonetheless. Even if Itsuki now rises up and staggers the beast, moving around in such a torrent and dealing any precision strikes was going to be difficult, so... Another idea popped into Hibano's mind. While watching Itsuki's assault on the rain dragon, firing off a barrage of beads that briefly stunned the beast, Hibano clutched tightly onto the grip of his sword, then closed his eyes and let loose the barriers between him and his mother's soul. Suddenly, a burst of power unleashed itself from his body, which Hibano suddenly pushed even further - his Reiatsu pressure pushed the waters around him away, in a circle completely dry of the rain, allowing him to stand on the ground safely once again. If the sensation of Hibano's Reiatsu was odd before, it turned even weirder - someone who wasn't looking at him might feel as if two people were standing in the exact same spot, moving in unison. " Haah!" with a powerful yell, Hibano charged forth, speeding past Itsuki and throwing himself straight at the dragon. His target was the other one of the creature's eyes - if the thunder dragon started the job, he will finish it, and since the dragon appeared to need his eyes, getting blinded permanently might force him away for good. |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Nov 1, 2022 14:31:14 GMT -5
Zennyo Ryuo, might above all of the sky's waters, had their eye fixed upon the one that remained standing. Even stumbling, staggering back in the air as it was, smoke trailing from scales, the thing snarled another sinister, hissing growl of warning and threat.
Gnashing those great teeth, white flame faded. Inches from meeting the mark the great dragon's pupil refused to leave the gaze of the opponent, silvery tip of the blade reflected upon stormy scales. In the mere instant afforded left to it the thing snapped shut the lid.
The tip of the katana made contact, sparking scales cracking like so many tiny interlocked tiles as they absorbed the impact.
Itsuki grinned in wild satisfaction at the change in reiatsu the thing was leaking, it wouldn't be pulling the same trick again. His recitations marched on, transfixed by the conflict.
Groaning through another hiss, the great snake-shaped dragon's body tensed and contorted violently. Fur-finned tail twisted and lashed with a sudden snap of force through the air, swinging towards Hibano from above in an effort to smack him back down to the ground. In wake of the tail, bitter grey clouds rumbling with thunder were painted in the wake of those bristles.
Ever distracted, Itsuki had forgotten himself. What formal training he had been given, so focused on one-against-one, hadn't given him quite the right awareness for these situations. Scorned and ignored, a bitter raiju had leapt for him as if some snarling bear from the undercurrent sweeping around his knees, mighty paws outstretched mid electric snarl in effort to rend him asunder.
Our monk cried out in surprise, transitioning into a bellowing war cry as he pushed forward towards the creature. Hands outstretched, black tomoe scorched the air before each in a thrumming pulse of white lightning bursting from each palm, shining out in effort to suffocate the brilliant yellow hide of the beast pouncing at him.
From their clash emerged both blown back, Itsuki escaping with only his forearm gouged and a shallow cut across his brow.
Muttering curses through the steady trickle of blood veiling his left eye, he surrendered it to close. The raiju had broken a claw at least, smouldering down to the knuckle joint.
Tearing free part of his proper attire, a makeshift bandage stained in his oozing orange reiatsu fastened tight enough to stem the bleeding. Itsuki's spiritual sense rolled open again, reaffirming his beads now reformed from his prior attack into the proper position of prayer to re-exert his full spiritual strength against the beast.
Somewhere out of his field of vision a roar sounded.
The rain god had followed up its swing with a reckless, furious swing of a claw, trying to encircle Hibano with its body that it might squeeze the life out of him in the process. Alas, the movement was pressed by rage and poorly aimed.
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Nov 4, 2022 10:24:33 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive The eye gouge did not quite work out - at the very last moment, Hibano's blade struck the scales instead of the dragon's eye and bounced off, pushing him back and sending him back towards the ground. The water he had pushed back with sheer Reiatsu pressure was flooding back, dampening his movements - and in the midst of the rushing wave, he had to deal with a powerful tail slam, too, which caught him unprepared and smashed him into the waters. Damn it...This dragon was going to be more complicated to beat than the water one, at least. With a loud gasp, Hibano pulled himself out of the waters - and immediately closed his eyes. His vision was getting blurry from the water, so it was useless in a battle as fast and fluid as this one - his ability to sense Reiatsu will be enough. Furious, the rain dragon continued its assault, sending down a claw to slash at him - however, instead of tearing through the helpless human that dared to challenge it, the claws hit nothing but water. The sudden energy shift and gust of wind were enough to inform Hibano that an attack was heading his way, and he weaved himself out of its path with pure instinct. Instead, he grabbed tightly onto the tail which had first slammed him into the water moments ago. With both arms, he pulled with full force - then began spinning, aiming to spin the entire dragon in a faster and faster loop around him. Itsuki's Reiatsu was a little bit weaker than before, but he was still there - so, Hibano would aim to throw the rain dragon in his direction, yelling: " Blast him!!" |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Nov 4, 2022 11:19:10 GMT -5
Where the rain god's claw had sailed through the air, a violent trail of water shed out like a sheet, battering Itsuki's own gaze. Violent impact upon the ground drove water away, claws sparking against stone scoring marks along the ground spewing a mighty gout of air, bleeding mist into the air about them. The sheer force had parted the water about it for those few moments before the waves crashed back together, a menacing bolt of lightning in the sky illuminating the kami's merciless expression of coarse wrath as the feeble amount of mist faded.
No sooner had it begun to coil its body did the mighty dragon feel the grip seizing the bristles and scales of their southernmost point. Head turning this way and that, they felt their divine mass being weighed, manipulated and twisted. Body thrashing, the strength exerted by this mere mortal playing their luck sezied it's spine. It had been unexpected enough that the rain god had been caught off guard, the ancient dragon contemplating how this may have gone if they had spent more time warring instead of jovially drowning out settlements, leisurely sailing amongst the clouds.
Sent spinning through the air towards the monk, the dragon's rage boiled over. As soon as it was steady these mortals would pay for their transgressions upon the divine!
Itsuki cried out a determined kiai in answer, the liquid fire of his soul ignited in a ring about him. Lashing up in disjointed strands of burning chaos in the wind like a volcano on the verge of eruption, he saw his power reflected in the mirror-perfect scales. Reaching deep down, he pushed his awareness to the limits. Three beads exploded into burning black tomoe, the great crack in the air of three drumbeats thundering as one ringing out. Geysers of searing white light screamed out with the voice of thunderbolts, burying the lance-tips of that light into the hide of the god. Like a waterfall into a basin, the light crashed against the eternal shores of one who had supposed lived an impossible amount of time. Heels sinking deeper into the mud, winds and rain lashing his white robes, Itsuki realised he should duck at the last second and threw himself down into the water.
Thick hide had preserved the thing's life and momentum.
Dominion over the air had spared it the shame of head trauma.
As it passed over where Itsuki had once been the thing shaped the reishi in the air about it as an airbreak, the very raindrops themselves trapped mid-fall, frozen still as it twisted up and about, whirling to face Hibano. Sporting a smoulering black mark and a tail crumpled where it had been gripped, the dragon king's armour was slowly being chipped away.
Head reeled back it shed a bursting eruption of a roar against the weeping skies, slithering low through the air with a snap of its jaws, two claws seizing the raiju that had been crying out back up at it. The sound of straining flesh came from the thing clasped in their grip, the thunder beast fitfully clamouring. A sudden, pearly gnash of fangs came and went. Crimson bloomed in yellow fur. With a gout of mist rising from nostrils, the rain god tore back their head from the writhing corpse at hand and with it snapped sinew and electric-blue bone.
Vibrant colour coursed through fur, coming to life with the sparkle of stolen power assimilated, single claw raising the now limp cadaver aloft, precious ichor spilling into the water about a wretching Itsuki hurriedly wading his way towards the sole ally at hand. The act of deific cannibalism reached a crescendo, the claw squeezing until a crunch and bloody mist came, the rain god's lesser bursting into a bolt of blue lightining wielded in hand to match the energy crackling down it's spine, dancing amongst the fur of their mane. The thunderbolt quivering with life was almost the length of the dragon itself.
Zennyo Ryuo lurched in an arc through the air towards them with another thrum of thunder in the heavens, driving the spear of electricity down towards them like a stake, a murderous roar sounding from blood-smeared lips.
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Nov 6, 2022 8:54:56 GMT -5
Hibano Location: Tokyo
Status: Alive Itsuki did as demanded, but the furious display of spiritual power did not take down the dragon just yet - blasts of pure light struck it, but couldn't even slow it down, and thus forced the monk to duck to the ground to avoid getting picked up by the dragon's throw. That wasn't good. That meant they will need to bring out a whole lot more power than that if they wanted to take the dragon down. After crashing back to the ground and turning to the Fullbringer, the rain dragon let out a roar so powerful that it forced Hibano to briefly shield himself with his arm. Then, it ripped off the head of the helpless thunder dragon it used to fight as equals before they intervened, and took on an ominous glow. The Reiatsu pressure radiating off of it grew even greater, as if it wasn't already a force to be reckoned with. That is definitely not good.Hibano watched the sudden rip and tear of the thunder dragon with wide, shocked eyes. He quickly regained his focus, however, and briefly raised his sword in a defensive posture while the rain god took to the air - he lowered it when the dragon sped towards the sky rather than directly at them, however. Carrying a bolt of lightning in its grasp, it suddenly sent it downwards, a thunder strike bright and powerful enough to briefly overwhelm everything in its path. And, in the middle of this electric strike, they were standing knee deep in water. Right as the empowered rain god sent the lightning spear down, Hibano rushed forward, leaping off the waters and using Bringer Light to launch himself across the air, faster than running through the waters, rocks and mud. He would aim to grab Itsuki by the collar - then, with an another burst of the green luminescence, shoot both of them up into the air, away from the point of impact of the lightning bolt. " What now..?" |
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Post by Itsuki Hasegawa on Nov 8, 2022 0:03:13 GMT -5
Abdominal muscles tensed, stomach lurching. A sodden sleeve raised to protect his face from the downpour, a squinting eye seeing the dragon's own lone ocular tracking them as they slid by one another above the ground.
Zennyo Ryuo's lance of lightning struck stone tiles beneath the water with another sound of thunder, a great cobweb of eletricity stretching out across the steaming water.
Blinking free his addled vision of the moisture, the monk turned his gaze down to the spectacle below as they hung in the air. Squinting against the howling winds he saw the great beast turn with another bitter hiss to look up at them. Fulgur shimmered amidst the thing's furred mane.
Itsuki drew his sleeve lower, concealing his mouth from the lord's perspective. "The great kami must be felled. Scales, his armour, is weakening. I would not recommend the eye in case of that white fire but his tail seemed to crumple easily enough!" Shouted out the monk. Barely able to hear himself, good. That meant what little plan he'd floated should have been safe.
The dragonlord cried out, bolts falling from the heavens. Spear held in both claws, the great lord bleeding smouldering light as the shaft of fulmination bent and broke. The lower half of the lightning bolt still trapped in the tiles thrummed in time with the pulses of light fluctuating from the fused god, broken threads of electricity reaching up and spiralling in a slow growing helix.
Zennyo Ryuo tossed away the useless top half with a hateful shriek, the remnant splintering into a shower of sparks like glistening daggers burning through the air towards the duo.
Somewhere between panic and the notion he was weighing this partner down, Itsuki slapped at the hand grasping him with burning beads in an effort to tumble free. The black threads of his prayer beads slipped free, forming a loose barrier against the oncoming golden hail.
Pulse after pulse of muddied, bloodied reiatsu began to radiate from the god coiled about the spear. Where the twisted bolt met the ground the spiritual pressure radiated out, a sickly red shadow burning back the waves of rainwater. Another volley came, this time a burst of red reiatsu like a symphony of lasers cast up from the blue-scaled bastard's fur, tracing up into the sky before falling towards its prey.
A pale nova of light was born at the head of the spear, growing steadily with each pulse.
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