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Post by Lazarus Jeager on Dec 26, 2022 9:37:04 GMT -5
Lazarus would grimace at just how hot it was in this place, raising a hand to shield his eyes form the sun as he looked one way, then the other. Pulling out his spirit phone he'd hold up the screen after a few clicks, more to show the group who their target was and what they looked like, but given the sensation he was feeling from the direction of the water gave the impression they wouldn't struggle to figure it out.
"Alright let's move out, better to get there as quick as possible, just don't stand out too much. Keep a tight formation and keep your eyes senses open for any other reiatsu in the area, from this point on you should be on high alert."
To set the lead he would make his way to the back of the building closest to him, looking around to make sure no humans were there to witness his ascent to the roof in the blink of an eye. Once up there he would take to the sky, using hirenkyaku to get high enough that the people down below would have a difficult time seeing him. A small reishi platform would form under his feet as he got to the appropriate altitude, leaning forward so it was on a bit of an angle as it began zooming forward towards the bay where this beacon of energy was coming from.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Dec 31, 2022 17:36:43 GMT -5
Nezuel came out and was immediately distracted by the rather large fountain that was nearby. In his time such a display would have been impossible and it only served to remind him just how far humans had come since he had died. Then again was such a display even noteworthy when one thought about what the dead could do, magic spells and the like? Then again, looking at the quincy with them, he supposed that living humans weren't without their tricks as well.
The smell of the place reminded him of something that he didn't like, a multitude of smells and other noises that sent his mind to the bazaar of his youth. How many people lived in this city and how many simply survived? Humans were so packed into the small area and when they were desperate or greedy for one thing or another the result was always someone losing.
But that didn't matter now, he wasn't here to think about his pitiful life that ended too soon. He shook his head, noticing that Lazarus was already moving on ahead of the group by flying into the air. It was...a dangerous move for the only person here with a physical body, certainly if anyone just looked up they'd see a human flying through the sky. The arrancar turned to his other hollow companions, who seemed to have gone quiet. With a shrug he would jump up, casting a kido spell to bend the light around him as he caught up to Lazarus. He'd make sure to keep his spiritual pressure present so the others could catch up if they felt like it since the kido would block their sight...and mainly the humans under them sights.
"If this fight goes on too long, get everyone out." He'd say to the quincy, knowing he remembered what happened last time.
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Insert Passive Aggressive Statement Here
snugglyrum
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Post by snugglyrum on Jan 23, 2023 10:12:43 GMT -5
The rest of the people seemed, oblivious as the Quincy and Arrancar moved over the sky. Someone might have pointed but in Vegas, it's all part of the show. Interesting, was the location of the power, it seemed to be coming from the Excalibur hotel. If only they understood the irony.
The image that Lazarus showed off was of a young man who looked perpetually annoyed in his ID card with an unremarkable name. He was a resident of Nevada, and was currently in Vegas to get some work done. Another wave of power seemed to thrum from the lobby of the Excalibur as the group approached and it would become apparent that they were dealing with something, unfamiliar to them. Whatever was causing this obviously knew what they were doing, but it seemed concentrated and dangerous. As if whoever it was had been making shaped charges out of reishi that still backwashed.
The heat would vanish after they got inside the hotel and casino, and the waves had subsided, for the moment. Their target was currently talking to one of the bell clerks, as if they did not have a care in the world.
With no sight of the assassins, and whatever was bumming out power like a shockwave no longer doing so, everything seemed oddly normal. A group of guys on a bachelor party passed by the group, laughing about something as other people got on with their daily life.
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Post by Lazarus Jeager on Jan 23, 2023 16:37:07 GMT -5
If he didn't know any better Lazarus would attribute this to a stroke of luck in their favor, unfortunately for him and everybody else in this building it was likely not the case. Every sense would be on high alert, including his spiritual senses, as he started making his way to the target of their mission. There were no clear signs of danger at the moment, but whatever it was that had been putting out those levels of power was probably still around somewhere, a sinister feeling crept down his spine as he thought about it a moment longer. As he got close to the target he'd pull out the photo, holding it up with a smile as he went to tap them on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but you look an awful lot like the person in this photo, would you happen to be one and the same?"
There was no easy way to interject himself into the conversation without seeming strange, so without giving away too much about himself he'd try and enter in with this method, knowing that the humans around them wouldn't be able to see the hollow he was with. Ideally he'd prefer to just up and portal out of here but it would cause too many problems for them, and it could have adverse effects on the target if it shakes them up too much spiritually. A handful of lies sprinkled into truth would be his best bet at getting this person outside the building, he had a feeling that the longer they were here the more danger they would be in.
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Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself.
nezuel
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Post by nezuel on Jan 30, 2023 20:05:41 GMT -5
Nezuel felt the waves of riatsu coming out from their destination and smiled. Each wave seemed to be so slightly different, odd in a way he couldn't quite put his hand on. Where he had once before felt shinigami, human, hollows, quincy...even demons in a way, this had its own distinctive taste. Ever the glutton with each wave the arrancar seemed to draw in just a little of the power, a lick or a single mouthful. He held back the urge to release his actual power and eat everything in the area...that would cause no small amount of problems, however, first among them the quincy next to him.
The quincy who he was still rather annoyed with.
Unfortunately, the odd sensations and his snack stopped as soon as they entered. Lazarus started to do his thing and a little while later the arrancar was a little..dumb founded. Quite honestly, he had hoped the quincy would have a little more decorum than that, a little more cunning that walking up to the person and asking if they were that person. Nezuel was still in favor of knocking out the target, slinging them over their backs, and getting out of dodge.
Yet nothing was ever so simple. So, as Lazarus started talking to the target the smaller arrancar decided to keep his eyes, and other sense, peeled for those assasins. If they were going to strike it had to be now...right?
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