Don't Kill the Messenger[Open][NoDeath]

[Saito]

The other two had made an exit and it was just the purple haired shinigami and the more powerful and wise one. He was alone and outpowered. Was this man asking him to go against his principles? No. Would Saito in anyway hurt anyone by trying to attain more power? No. Was the man betraying the very fabric that held the real world and the afterlife together? It depended on who you asked.

Just then Saito had an idea. A wonderful and great idea.

[purple]"Kujiku, Sekisho Kuchikukan."[/purple]

The air would ripple as the purple haired shinigami went into his release. Utilizing shunpo in order to get within feet of the shinigami. He looked him over with serious and scathing eyes before beginning to talk again, [purple]" If you defeat me and show me a power I haven't seen. Please take whatever is left of me back with you. Show me that this isn't to good to be true."[/purple]

With that the shinigami went forth his wakizashi glistening in his left hand. Its leathery hilt being intensely gripped by the weilder. Saito's hand lackluster in premise made a thrusting motion toward the man before him. The shinigami's azure orbs unemotional as he did so. Saito was not one to be persuaded by words alone. Using them you could peak his interest but without concrete evidence as to why you said them they were useless.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa simply observed as Saito had launched an attack against Kisho. Saito used some strange moment to appear in front of Kisho, with rather bold words. Tsukasa was a bit heckled by that maneuver; how could the Shinigami move with that speed? Well, he would ask Kisho later, probably. He normally wouldn’t have been so interested in this kind of scene, but this was a great chance for him to see how strong this ‘Vizard’ was. Tsukasa’s gut instinct told him that this man was immensely powerful, but nothing was better than an example of one’s own power. Wiping the grin off his face, Tsukasa eyed the two to make sure he didn’t miss a single bit of the scene.

”Well…this’ll be interesting…”

[Bear]

[maroon]The Shinigami who decided to join him entered the Garganta and disappeared, Hidenseido being the destination and atop the pagoda is where he would emerge. However the human did not step through and instead decided to observe the outcome of the second Shinigami's actions. Yep, he attacked Kisho head on. Completely unmoving as he rushed forward with a Shunpo and a stabbing motion with his now released Zanpakuto. He had to give the man credit, he was brave. Standing up to someone who was far stronger? That was good. That's what he liked to see, but unfortunately for him there would be no damage. His sword would slam into Kisho and stop, like a steel pipe hitting a brick wall. It would just stop.

"Such a dull blade, how do you intend to cut with it?"

Reaching out with a quick motion he would simply grab onto the blade and hold it with his hand, bending slightly so that his masked face was closer to the Shinigami's. He would grant him his wish.

"So, your desire is to see the strength I hold? To see a power that most only dream about? So be it."

Using his free hand he would slide the opera mask up and over his head, so that it would rest atop his skull. In its place a new mask would form. His now purple eyes staring intently at the man in front of him. That's when everything around the three of them would begin to crack and break apart, the ground shaking slightly. Why? Simply because Kisho allowed it, using his reiatsu as a demonstration of what he was capable of. Of course the Shinigami and Human would be unharmed, he wasn't focusing it on them.

Then he would toss the Shinigami, using the sword as his grip.

"Is this the power you wanted to see? Is this reason enough for you to follow under me? Or do you still require further demonstration?"

Hopefully he would not need to, his mission was not to kill. It was to recruit, and he did not want to have injure someone in order to persuade them. Hopefully he would realize it on his own, and the three could leave as new comrades.

[/justify][/maroon]

[Saito]

Hazy vision and pain...A lot of pain. Saito was in a euphoric state as his body rushed to calculate exactly what the young shinigami should actually be feeling at the moment. His brain made three hundred simultaneous decisions as it caught back up with itself. Flashes of emotions and memory rushed through the purple haired shinigami as his body innately found itself right side up and standing on the foundation that was his wobbly knees.

His hair was in a mess as the clothe that held it together found itself lost in the mass that was his body as it cratered to the ground. Cuts and bruises amassed the mans skin as he stood his eyes having no clear subject. He was still inside himself making sense of the situation and just as quickly as the man dismantled him everything made sense. His mind stopped on the picture of a mask. Everything seemed to be going according to plan until that 'thing' appeared seemingly out of nothingness. His zanpaktou was stopped and it didn't stop there. His attack was veto'd and his blade was grabbed with bare hands. The man before him was nothing short of godly. Was this the power of a Captain? Higher maybe? Saito didn't know but at this point he had made his decision.

Shakily he sheathed his zanpaktou falling to one knee. Blood trickled down the side of his mouth as he attempted to speak. So much damage of off what seemed to be a simple throw.

[purple]"I refuse your offer. Leave."[/purple]

Saito, in truth, never planned on going with the man he simply wanted to gauge his power. Even though the man was powerful there were those in the Gotei that were powerful as well without the use of his...whatever it was. Saito would have nothing to do with something the Gotei didn't truly approve of; it was all politics. As it were the man spoke as if he were the leader of this operation meaning he was the strongest. If push came to shove and he became an immediate enemy of the Gotei Saito would kill him. They were worlds apart at the moment but there would be plenty of time to show the man the power of resolve.

The shinigami wouldn't move as he awaited them to leave. His eyesight becoming ever narrow as he did so. It was taking all of his energy to stay up and he would still have to open a gate back to Seireitei. A long journey lie ahead.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa was simply standing there and observing when Kisho had countered Saito’s attack. The Shinigami had attempted to stab him not too long ago, but the Vizard had been able to simply absorb the attack. The blade had simply come into contact with Kisho’s skin, doing no real harm or damage. Tsukasa had a pretty high opinion of Saito at this point though. Tsukasa wasn’t able to exactly measure up people’s strengths, but something told him that Kisho was ridiculously powerful. He was sure that this Shinigami knew it too, yet, he didn’t hesitate to attack. Tsukasa had originally thought of him as a bit of a modest guy, not overestimating his own abilities and trying to avoid trouble whenever possible since he had requested that Tsukasa leave when they were all aiming to defeat the Hollow. Well, it didn’t really matter. Tsukasa was more engrossed with Kisho’s response. He truly wanted to see an example of strength. He trusted that Kisho was a strong person, but Tsukasa might be able to catch a glimpse of his power. That would be enough to satisfy him greatly.

Well, Tsukasa couldn’t really see too well from his location. They were all up and far away, coupled in with the darkness from the night, made a difficult scene for his eyes to discern. At the least, he could see the movements they made although he wouldn’t be able to see exactly what. It was a little irritating though; Kisho had pulled off his opera mask, forming another one in its place. At that moment, Kisho’s ‘scent’, the feeling he gave off seemed to change to Tsukasa, but he wasn’t sure what it was. It was a white mask though, reminiscent of that of a Hollow’s. It made him a little curious, but he would also save this for later. It’s not like he had enough time to observe or think too deeply about it anyway. A great pressure had suddenly started to exude from the Vizard, causing the surrounding landscape to crack and break apart. The ground even started to tremor, making Tsukasa lose his focus in an attempt to maintain his balance.

”This is…?” Tsukasa thought to himself as he found himself staring directly at Kisho. This suddenly and surprisingly thick, heavy pressure had caught Tsukasa, making it difficult to move, and from the looks of it, had caused this natural disaster-like effect to occur. ”Impressive…” Tsukasa noted as he wondered exactly how strong Kisho was. Without a doubt, this was just a sample of his abilities, a percentage of what his true strength was like. Just the thought of having a chance to be even a fourth, or maybe even an eighth as strong as the Vizard would be good enough for Tsukasa. A wide grin spread across his face again; Tsukasa found it a little hard to contain his excitement when all this was going on.

Tsukasa was a little concerned for Saito. Perhaps it was because of the distance but the Shinigami seemed to have been hurt pretty badly. Normally, he would have run to the Shinigami’s side in an effort to give his assistance, but there were a few problems with that. The terrain wasn’t fit for traveling at the moment; Tsukasa wasn’t being crushed by Kisho’s pressure, but he sure felt like as if there were some heavy weights on him. Not to mention, Saito seemed to be fine albeit in a rather torn up condition. He had even flat out refused Kisho’s offer. Tsukasa was a little disappointed; he would have truly liked to battle against the Shinigami at least once. Perhaps they would meet again at a later time, hopefully not as enemies.

Deciding to head towards the gaping black hole, the very one that Hideo had walked through, Tsukasa stood up as he grit his teeth, wiping the grin off his face as he resisted the weight that was applied from Kisho’s showcase of power. It was heavy but it wasn’t enough to cripple his mobility. He walked calmly towards the Garganta as he looked back, his crimson red eyes looking over Saito and then Kisho. ”I’ll be waiting at the other side…” Tsukasa said to the Vizard as he stepped in. He wasn’t sure what would happen from here on out, but at the least, he knew that this was his chance to become stronger. Stepping in, Tsukasa vanished from the area.

[Bear]

[maroon]Silent as could be, he stood there. The Shinigami had gone flying and from the raw force of it, had been injured. It was far from fatal but enough to deliver a message, that his power was far more than first thought. But regardless of his show in power the Shinigami still refused his offer, a shame but it was his decision. However he wasn't stupid, a small smile crept upon his face as he allowed the Hollow mask to disappear, a Shunpo bringing him within feet of his Garganta. Which the human had stepped through only moments ago. Back turned to the Shinigami but head turned so he was within sight, parting words would be spoken.

"It seems your heart is changing, Shinigami. You refused my offer of your own free will, and not because the Gotei 13 willed it. That is a sign of becoming independant, of free will. That will eventually lead you back to me."

Smiling he stepped through the Garganta, his final words echoing through the night.

"You know where to find me."

And that was it, he was gone.

[Exit]

[/justify][/maroon]

[Saito]

Saito said nothing as the man tried to label him and his beliefs. He hated the fact that he could do nothing to harm him, even released. A monster. His strength was no joke, he was serious in his offer. Saito could not accept it, however, his pride would not allow him to make such a rash decision. There was so much to calculate, so much to think about in that decision, and for what? A goal that was not guaranteed. Who was to say this man wasn't just born a beast? Maybe it was just all in his head...

No that was exactly what the man wanted. It was to late the man would forever be engraved into his brain. Kisho was correct in his assumptions. The decision he made was not for the Gotei it was simply for himself. For now he would stand by his decision, but deep down his curiosity was undeniably peaked.

Mustering what strength he could the shinigami opened a gate to Seireitei and made his way through visually beat up. The purple haired shinigami would have to throw everything out of his mind the only thing plaguing him now was the mountain of paperwork he would have to fill out now. A heaving sigh would escape the beat up Soul Reaper.