Awaken The Tides [PRIVATE]

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

The human world seemed so faint, so very distant to Takai. Though he was once a protector of this world, the days of being a Shinigami were over. Takai was a Vizard, plain and simple. Though he had changed a lot during his transfer into becoming a Vizard, Takai still had one thing that he had kept from his old ways. He had kept his will and his attitude, which only ever got him so far in the Soul Society. Sure, Takai loved his time in the Stealth Force, but now, with his transformation, he knew that he would be immediately executed as soon as he was seen by a Shinigami. He didn't hate them for it, Takai knew it came with the territory. He was part-Hollow, so they would naturally try to kill him.

Of course, it wasn't his choice to be this way, he never expected or wanted this. But the upside was easy to tell. He was stronger, faster, and he wasn't dead, or worse. He had managed to avoid becoming a Hollow or even die from one. He was lucky, but he knew that his luck wouldn't last forever. Takai wanted to help stop Aizen and the Arrancar, but he would have to do so alone, away from other Shinigami, else he'd be killed. He knew if a Soul Reaper saw him fighting an Arrancar, they wouldn't care, probably use him to stop the Arrancar, then turn around and attack Takai. But he wanted to help, so Takai would need to be subtle about doing so.

For now, though, Takai needed to train and grow stronger. He needed to master his new techniques, his attacks. He needed to become stronger as a Vizard. The answer was simple, but going about becoming stronger with something that could easily turn around and bite him in the ass, that was the problem.If Takai wasn't careful about this, he would be overwhelmed by his mask and become another Hollow to be killed off in battle. No control, no way of fighting back, nothing he could do. So he would need to train, and become stronger to tame the animal inside him. To lock away his own Inner Hollow.

Until then, he'd be by himself, a loner In the crowd of the mass population. For the moment, Takai wanted some peace and quiet, so he decided to go to the Karasu river for a while. There weren't a lot of people around, and Takai was glad that he found an area away from the few public eyes so he could bring his Zanpakuto with him. It seemed every time somebody had a blade, people got a bit nervous around, but Takai didn't care. Leaning against a nearby tree adjacent to the river, he relaxed, glad to have a break for the day.

[GUY]

Cloud Bolt had only recently been added to the Eleventh Squad and thus he was one of the weakest in the Division. However he was ready to improve himself at whatever cost. This is why he requested permission to enter the World of the Living to perform various task such as Soul Burials and Hollow Cleansing. Luckily they gave him permission, however they requested that he only stays around the Karakura Town Park. Of course he didn't want to face weak Hollows over there, they knew that if he went there chances of defeating them would be quite easy. For once he wouldn't listen to the orders of his superiors and he went towards one of the places where strong hollows were more likely to turn up, the Karasu River. This would serve as training for the young Soul Reaper and he was always up for a battle.

He would finally arrive in Karakura Town, a place highly regarded by Seireitei, this was where the one who defeated the likes of Byakuya Kuchiki and Kenpachi Zaraki lived. But he didn't truly care about him, he walked along the road of Karasu River, his eyes scattering around the field for anyone suspicious. He easily spotted the one known as Takai Tentei, at first he wasn't too intent on seeing who he was until he spotted the Zanpakuto he held. He quickly thought about the situation and assumed this was a Shinigami who was in a Gigai. Of course he didn't want to assume things before making sure. Slowly he approached the man from the opposite side of the river.

"Who are you?" He questioned him, he wasn't too formal, somewhat out of character but he wasn't sure about who this was and thus grabbed the hilt just in case. He lifted up quite a bit but didn't pull it completely out, of course he was a fan of fighting, but he didn't want to be responsible for betrayal of some sort.

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[Drake]

OOC: The time of day wasn't specified so....

The rippling sound of a Garganta, inaudible to the spiritually unaware, brushed through the skies of Karakura town. It's portal transporting the more looked down upon race of the spiritual world, Hollow. Stepping from the black abyss came a red predator. Standing on all fours, eights, with a truculent physique. It's body glazed over with a hefty layer of muscle and vibrant flesh. So vibrant you'd think it's skin had been marinated with blood.

It's?

Her's, Jin's six tails for now blew involuntarily in the wind air, themselves whisking and easily breezing back and forth. It'd be safe to say that they were the only parts of her that were easy, or rather easily in motion. For, her heart was beating faster than a drummer under the influence. Her mouth hung ajar, with oozing salivas dripping from her. Her eyes were white, void of pupil and iris. Only an a glow that marked her insatiable hunger for more. And this is what she came for, though would never satisfy.

And she knew it.

Human souls as tasty as they were just couldn't seem to fill her, not even a little. Their minuscule filling was like that of bubble gum to a human. Only satisfying to the taste but not to the stomach. Jin so many times fed upon countless human souls at one time, indulging until her hearts content with the only justice being the satisfaction of her taste buds.

Moving on, she stepped forward and her skeletal legs followed in sync allowing the portal to close behind her. She casually lay suspended in the air over Karakura Highschool. Looking down with white eyes she let out a ravenous howl that bellowed throughout the school, blasting through the courtyard, out of the front gate, and into the nearby streets. To the spiritually unaware the only evidence of the monstrous declaration of feeding frenzy, was a strong gust of midday air that blew some skirts and sent free papers soaring.

Jin had arrived and her howl transported a small portion of her Reiatsu into the air for any and all. The bells were about to ring and school was almost out. It was then she'd strike, and if she succeeded, take out the whole upperclassmen population.

But....

Jin's head turned slowly, a strong exhaust of breathe created an audible lull as it left her mouth. "Aaaaaaaaah..." Something caught her eye, her senses, her... Instinct. She parted off and darted through the skies leaving the students of Karakura safe, for Jin had found an even larger group of people were gathering.

Protest.

For what? She didn't care, some odd 300 people were gathering protesting some trivial earthly affair. Krave set off for the Karasu River where the protesters were starting to gather at the riverbed.

[Ichigo Kurosaki]

Takai was never one for small talk. He wasn't the kind of person that did much socially, and he liked it that way. To him, It wasn't about acting cool or mysterious, he just never enjoyed talking to many people, it was his nature. He especially didn't like it when some Shinigami came to him and asked who he was. He'd give the kid guts, that was for sure, announcing himself to an unknown combatant, trying to determine whether he was friend or foe. But Takai didn't like that, it would have been better for the Shinigami to introduce himself first. And the fact the brat started to draw his blade wasn't making Takai feel welcome either. In fact, the arrogance of this kid pissed him off. Takai wasn't like this, he never got angry at little insignificant things. But after he became a Vizard, it was like all of his fury had rippled to the surface.

Not even turning his head, Takai looked at the man with one eye, his other hand reaching up and taking his Zanpakuto in his hand. “And just who in the hell...” He said, preparing himself for what was to happen. He hadn't practiced his Sonido very much, but he was pretty good at it. For a period of time. A static sound erupted where he had been sitting as Takai disappeared into thin air, similar to the Flash Step he had been accustomed to as a Shinigami. Re-appearing behind the unknown Shinigami, his sword drawn and at held near his throat. “Are you?” He said, finishing his statement, waiting for the person on the business end of his blade to respond.

Of course, the Shinigami seemed new to the ranks, but Takai wouldn't make any assumptions just yet. Feeling a spiritual Reiatsu, Takai grimaced. He hated Hollows, and from what Takai could tell, this one was pretty strong, and headed his way. The thing wouldn't be here for a minute or longer, so Takai could wait for a bit until this Shinigami identified himself, or tried to fight. Either way, somebody would probably die, and Takai intended to be sure it wasn't him.

[GUY]

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He could guess what was following next, it seemed this Shinigami was enraged simply because of his question. Maybe he wasn't a Rogue Shinigami after all, maybe he just had a problem with acquaintances. The man attempted to Sonido directly behind Cloud and to hold him in a position of death. However their speed was equal or at least the gap in speed was unoticable. However he noticed something upon the beginning of his Sonido, there was not that original sound you heard from a Flash Step, it sounded more like the hollows equivalent of a Flash Step. This was odd, how did this man acquire this ability. Still, Cloud stayed put but was able to draw his sword which lied on his right waist with his right hand and his sheath with his left hand. He used something he had learned when watching one of Ikkaku's spars. He used his sheath to block the blade right in front of him while his Zanpakuto was ready to counter-attack. His grin stayed and despite noticing the reiatsu of a Hollow coming near he was too caught up in this fight to bother himself with it.

"Cloud Bolt of the Eleventh Division... What's with that flash step of yours? It's sorta... different. "

He introduced himself out of respect but was too curious on the matter of that flash step to not question it.[/size][/font][/justify][/ul]

[Drake]

Scratching the solid surface of Reiatsu in her steps in the sky, Jin descended with a violent jump. With the river a little over a mile away she decided to stalk her prey from the streets. Her landing on the ground was harsh but due to her small size it didn't cause much of a ruckus. Down on the ground in the middle of the streets she bolted off knocking cars and bicycling pedestrians off the road.

They were most likely baffled completely as to what was going on. Random cars and people were being tossed and killed by seemingly nothing. How sad for the humans to be so naive of the real world that lay in front of their very eyes.

Keen eyes glistened forward; radiant white, Jin continued to travel at her speeds. Her claws digging into the concrete and throwing large chunks of debris all around. You'd think she'd stop for a snack or rather just eat the souls of those around here, but she wouldn't. She'd continue on; she had an objective, and a desire. The closer she got to the river, finally closing the in on the one mile mark she could feel a faint Reiatsu.... No two. One of which Jin could hardly make up, it felt like Shinigami. The other which she could feel a bit better was more like hers. More sinister, more... Hollow.

Her facial expressions didn't convey what she thought of her observations. No, they only conveyed blood lust and hunger. Jin's six tails now brandish wildly from side to side, Jin took a strong leap from the ground. She jumped forward and got good footing on a building as she landed, though just as quickly as she landed she jumped off once again. This time she ran across the elevated surface of a roof before finally jumping down onto the ground and sprinting off. She had a ways to go, but she was getting there.