BLEACH the RPG: Game Thread

Just outside of the high school, a girl crouched in the bushes. Were any human actually able to see her through the foliage, it would appear that she was text messaging a friend on her phone. Were the girl anyone other that Kuchiki Rukia, that very well might have been the case.

Tapping the side of what seemed to be a cell phone, Rukia seemed disappointed. Stuck was the one word that kept running through her head. She was stuck in this world because she had acted stupidly in the course of a Hollow attack and she had transferred practically all of her powers to an orange haired human who wanted to be the personification of his name. And now! Now she was stuck in a faux body until she could regain enough spiritual energy to return to Soul Society.

Looking over at the seemingly unconscious body of Ichigo, Rukia figured that she would have to come up with an excuse to present the teacher should he not return soon. Of all days to leave Kon locked up in the house, Ichigo had to choose today. Well, she’d just have to say he passed out on the street.

(Not really exciting and all)

(I will not let this die after 20 posts)

(Nor shall I! As much as I hate to put my kickass character into trouble, I do it out of love for this RPG)

Her eyes stared out at the streets. No one could see her, and she could see no one. She sighed at the depressing thought. She realized with a slight, pitiful smile that she was becoming more and more poetic. It made her feel sad. Ever so sad. She would never again see faces. It was funny. She had been slaying hollows for years, and had never once seen one. She only knew that they smelt foul, they felt like a rotting corpse, and their screams only made it all the more unbearable for her.

She ran her fingers over the small feather tucked between her breasts. It felt so soft, so angelic. She closed her eyes, knowing that darkness was all she would ever see. Her touch enhanced when she shut her eyes, however. It was the only sense that did so, however. She felt the soft sides of the feather, enjoying the soft feeling and 'petting' it. She pulled her hand back from her breasts, focusing her ears on a precise voice.

"Aw, aren't these puppies cute Asuma?"

Her eyes snapped open. That was it.

(I will be back! I must take my leave right now. Sorry about this!)

Her eyes stared out at the streets. No one could see her, and she could see no one. She sighed at the depressing thought. She realized with a slight, pitiful smile that she was becoming more and more poetic. It made her feel sad. Ever so sad. She would never again see faces. It was funny. She had been slaying hollows for years, and had never once seen one. She only knew that they smelt foul, they felt like a rotting corpse, and their screams only made it all the more unbearable for her.

She ran her fingers over the small feather tucked between her breasts. It felt so soft, so angelic. She closed her eyes, knowing that darkness was all she would ever see. Her touch enhanced when she shut her eyes, however. It was the only sense that did so, however. She felt the soft sides of the feather, enjoying the soft feeling and 'petting' it. She pulled her hand back from her breasts, focusing her ears on a precise voice.

"Aw, aren't these puppies cute Asuma?"

Her eyes snapped open. That was it. Rising to her feet, her Zori sandles sunk into the shangles on the roof where she was perched. She steadied herself, bracing her weight against an anchor on the roof. It didn't take her long before she was gracefully jumping back and forth from building to building. Just as she was about to leap to another, a sharp pain struck her chest, followed by the ear-splitting cry of a hollow. The creature screamed out in agony, making her ears feel like they were about to bleed.

She flipped, bracing herself against the roof and gliding over it easily. She landed in the middle of a street, people paid no heed to the woman standing there, they could not see her. Cars bolted passed her from each side, she could hear the blaring of their horns, and could easily smell the exhaust from the fumes. Once again the hollow's cry made her gasp in pain.

Clutching her chest, her knees buckled under her, coming to a painful smack on the cement. She winced, feeling incredibly fragile. She turned her head, hoping to see some sign of the hollow's presense. She felt relaxed when she couldn't find anything but darkness. The young girl's voice came again, closer this time and followed after her companion.

"Want to come play at my house, Yukaiko?"
"Mmhm. I'd love to. Your house is always fun, Asuma."

Gasping, she realized the hollow's presense was closer than she ever suspected. She spun around, staring at the two children with sightless eyes, but behind the darkness she felt a pulse, like purple wave signal through. It was a hollow's presense, and it was right over the girl!

She snatched the feather from her kimono top, flicking her wrist and turning it into her bright katana. The hollow screamed in pain, claws coming down, right towards the little girl. She cried out, slicing at the hollow. She was unable to see it turn, and thus her blow had gotten its side. She recovered from the shock of missing her target, pulling out her blade. The katana pulsed in her hand, and the blade widened to a startling rate. One would think a young woman could not weild such a thing, but she held it like it was nothing. She turned to the children, they had been unaware of the hollow and the shingami. They were walking away, entering the boy's house.

She turned her head back to the hollow, caught off guard by the hand slamming against her. She cried out, breaking down a mailbox. A flurry of letters surrounded her, and the shouts and gaping mouths of the bystanders who had witnessed the mailbox "magically" break open made her rather furious with herself. Oh the captain was going to have her for this. She stood up, bracing herself as the hollow came closer.

She tightened her grip on her blade, lunging towards it. Before she could land her blow, the hand of the hollow gripped her like a doll. She gasped, wincing when her back slammed against something like a wall. Her eyes widened, peering through her blindness, came those two red eyes. She wiggled around, desperate to free herself. The blade's handle pulsed in her hand, she raised it, bringing it down towards the hollow's limb.

Before she could retract her blow, the hollow's other paw slapped it away. She cried out with dispair, hearing the blade strike the cement of the sidewalk and lay helplessly while its owner was being crushed against the wall. She gasped for breath, finding none at all in her lungs. She could hear the cracking of the bricks, and her back was no better. She felt a wave of relief as the hollow released her from the wall, but gripped her all the same. Claws dug into her body, making her wince and cry out. She opened her eyes, the two hollow's meeting hers. Then jaws opened and she shut her own tightly, preparing for the end and giving out a final shout to the world around her...

(*Angrily bumps thread* ... *Grumbles*)

(Sorry, grounded. I'm not sure what's up with Quincy. Where is he?)

*Well, I'm having a sort of "RPer's block" with this, so that explains my absence...*

“Need some help?” Kazu didn’t wait for the girl to answer, and instead shifted her bag to her right side to help. Grabbing the orange haired boy’s free arm, she relieved some of the weight Rukia had been carrying. “So did ja friend pass out or something?”

“You could say that.” Rukia nodded before falling silent again and the conversation ceased.

“Um… So, I’m Kazu. And you are?” Deciding that the lack of sound wasn’t all that great, Kazu tried to get the girl to talk.

“Kuchiki Rukia.”

“Oh, you’re the transfer stu-“

A piercing scream cut through the still air of the courtyard, and from Rukia’s expression, Kazu figure she hadn’t imagined it.

“What….what was that?”

“Can you take care of Ichigo? I have something I need to do.”

“Um…sure,” Kazu yelled after the transfer student. ‘That was weird…’ Struggling, she managed to get the orange-haired kid into the building. The chance incident of that morning soon faded out of her memory.

(Yeah yeah it's always my fault isn't it? My post is coming tomorrow, it's currently in the works)

(Yes it is! You outta be ashamed of yourself!! Gosh Quincy!

Just jokin! You know we love you. Take your time!)

(We've missed you Quincy!!!! Now where's Chakra?)

Originally posted by K Tragedy
Before she could retract her blow, the hollow's other paw slapped it away. She cried out with dispair, hearing the blade strike the cement of the sidewalk and lay helplessly while its owner was being crushed against the wall. She gasped for breath, finding none at all in her lungs. She could hear the cracking of the bricks, and her back was no better. She felt a wave of relief as the hollow released her from the wall, but gripped her all the same. Claws dug into her body, making her wince and cry out. She opened her eyes, the two hollow's meeting hers. Then jaws opened and she shut her own tightly, preparing for the end and giving out a final shout to the world around her...

The woman was braced for the bite. As a shinigami, she must have seen it before. The blood gushing from the wound like a violent geyser. This was probably one of the reasons she became a shinigami. Now it was her turn to go. The hollow's teeth closed on her shoulder, on the bare, soft skin, and the blood was about to erupt when suddenly she felt nothing.

A loud noise like a shaft being released from a chamber erupted from nearby. The long blue spirit particle stabbed through the hollows neck, and out the other side, continuing it's path of destruction. The hollow gave an ear-splitting scream. Then it was gone, the hollow imploded into itself, and the shinigami woman was safe.

But where did that beam come from? And what exactly was it? She couldn't see it of course, but she heard it. The answer soon came to her, as she heard the tapping of footsteps approaching her. Had she had vision, she would have seen a young teenage boy, clad in all white. His shoes were white, with a turquoise blue cross painted on both shoes. He had a jacket that matched, and he wore a strange glove and silver short bow on his right hand. He pushed his glasses up higher on his face.

"Are you...allright?" He asked approaching the girl slowly. He didn't see any harm on her, save from the fight. But no extensive injuries. "Hmm..I wonder how many more times a Quincy will have to have a Soul Reaper" He remarked as the lenses of his glasses reflected the sunlight, hiding the eyes behind them.

"Ishida Uryu...Quincy." He said holding his hand out.

(yea........where should I go? Not quite sure whats going on.....@.@)

Byakuya tried his best to block out the smell. It was bitter, yet had a different smell in it. In the corner of his eye he saw Renji grab Zabimaru. He knew that he could get there faster if he used flash step, but he didn’t want to leave Renji alone. If it was a Menos, they could easily defeat it using their bankai. But he wasn’t so sure what this new Hollow would be like. But he doubted that it could defeat the 6th squads Lieutenant and Captain. As they rounded the corner yet another ear busting scream rang out, followed by an explosion.

Byakuya unsheathed Senbonzakura and looked around. No emotion was seen in his face as he said
“Renji, whatever you do, don’t drop your guard. Be prepared for anything.”.
*We have to find them and eliminate them before even more of them come* he thought and looked up into the sky. It was strange, if this was a new Hollow, shouldn’t it be much larger than the other ones? Shouldn’t we be able to see its shape tower above the buildings? If so, why aren’t we able to? He had so many questions, yet almost no answers. He began once more to run in the direction of the scream.
(yess..my first crappy little post for Byakuya 💃 )

"You want me to do WHAT?"

The meeting of the Gotei 13 had just finished up, and now 5th seat of the 11th squad was being given an order by his captain. Zaraki Kenpachi, 11th division captain stood towering over the other shinigami. The bells in his hair wrang, as the wind blew through seretei.

"You heard me. Find one more shinigami to accompany you to human world. Go to Karakura to tell Rukia Kuchiki about the strange hollows and what has been going on here." Kenpachi said through his deep voice. The shinigami he was speaking to pouted in a most girly way.

"But that isn't something that sounds glorious and beautiful." Yumichika said. He touched his orange banded arm to his brow and felt the long extended lash. A beautiful extension of his perfect face. If one didn't know already, Yumichika was a bit of a narcissist.

"But I can't argue with you Kenpachi-taichou. I'll go ask Ikkaku if he will accompany me." He said with his eyes closed. Kenpachi shook his head from left to right, "Ikkaku will be accompanying me and Yachiru." Yumichika lifted his head and asked "Why? How come you don't take me along Captain Kenpachi?" He asked bewildered. Kenpachi responded with his scary tone "Because Ikkaku has had successful missions, whereas you have stayed around in your room and played with your hair." Yumichika fell over backwards from this statement.

"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful captain!" He yelled overdramatically. But Kenpachi ignored him. "Ask another lieutenant to accompany you. Someone you are friends with. You never know what might come up." He turned and yachiru stuck her tongue out at the narcissist. Yumichika ran his fingers through his hair. "But which Lieutenant should I ask?" He stroke his chin. Maybe he'd go ask Kira Izuru. The two of them worked well together. And with that he ran off.

(yeah that's right, 2 posts in one day. Quincy is back and he is on FIRE!)

Tears ran down her cheeks, blood raced along her veins. Everything flashed, everything swam... Was this death? Was this what she caused every time her katana hit a hollow's mask? Was this what she created? Blindness flashed for a moment, and she could see something. Darkness was pierced, like an arrow of light fired at an ebonite blanket. It split in two, hanging loosely before a gust of will burst it apart. A clear vision hit her, a perfect image...

It was in a large restaurant, in the heart of Japan. The top story gave her a perfect view of the city below them. Around her, candles flickered and danced as waiters and waitresses catered to the different tables. Portraits of the founder hung around the top first-class booths. Laughter filled the air, quieted and polite. The smells of fine, fancy food brought a drooling sensation to her mouth. She could hear feet quickly pacing across the floor, one after another. Then, turning her face, she saw him.

His hair was neatly cut, hanging in front of his eyes. It was the perfect color. A mix of blonde, brown, and tips of dark black. He never dyed his hair, it was just how he let it grow out. His eyes stared into her dark azure ones. Oh his eyes! They were so sincere, so caring, so ready to prove himself. The golden color matched that of a panda bear. He was gentle like one, putting everything he loved so much ahead of himself. He would do anything to defend what he cared about. His lips, thin, thick, caring, caressed her own. She shivered, feeling his touch on her cheek. Closing her eyes, she was enveloped in darkness, and fear clutched her. She snapped open her eyes, but no image returned. She whimpered, hearing his voice but not seeing the face of the man she loved.

"Please..Do not turn me away any longer. I love you. Marry me?"

She screamed out in agony. Why had he loved her? Why was his love haunting her so much? Why wasn't he there for her now? She tasted the tears on her lips. She would never again feel his lips press to hers. Never again would she hear his voice comforting her. Never again would she feel his touch on her cheek. He was gone. They were in two different worlds. Never again... never again... never...

The howl of the hollow snapped her out of her thoughts. She felt herself falling. But how..? She flipped, landing on her feet. The impact wasn't held, and she tumbled over anyway. Her lips mumbled out curses as she rubbed her shoulder. She listened to the fight, hearing a pair of footsteps. So someone had helped her? She felt a surge of shame. She should have been able to take down a hollow like that. But the girl had been in danger and she had lost her focus and.. Oh excuses were of no use to her here. She could sense the hollow getting weaker, then slowly disappearing all-together.

She heard a voice, turning her head to the source. It belonged to a male, that was for sure. He sounded young, but his spiritual energy was far greater than just a human's would be. He could see her after all. She could sense his hand, taking it in her own and brushing herself off with the other. A locket dangled between her breasts. She clenched it, letting out a relieved sigh. If she would have lost it, she would've been greatly troubled into searching for it all the while she could spend in the human world.

"Motosuma Aiko."

With that, her hand fell to her side. The other hand still clenched her locket. She could no longer see the picture contained inside, but she could feel the love that glowed from it, travelling up her digits, sliding around her wrist, up her arm, and flowing throughout her entire body. She felt a pulse, turning her head away from him and walking over to the pulse. Her katana lay unharmed not far from where the hollow had been "slayed". She picked it up by the handle. It ceased its pulse, glowing in contentment at being held by its owner. She flicked her wrist, and the light burst, forming back into her feather. She tucked it back into place, turning again to the Quincy.

"Arigatou for saving my life, Ishida-san. Your skills are quite impressive."

She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, her eyes missing him by a few feet as she spoke. She could not clearly sense this being. He wasn't something she could clearly target. It was strange. She shook her head, clearing up her thoughts and dragging her fingers back through her hair. She removed the band holding her strands back. She slipped it onto her wrist, letting her soft, pink hair flow behind her, curling in the wind and dragging across her face. Her kimono sleeves tugged with the breeze. She looked rather proud, like a queen in such a stance. Would this man guess her blindness? It wasn't hard to see. She closed her eyes, feeling a lock of hair drag over her nose and tucking it back. She listened carefully, feeling her ears strain with the effort. Then she relaxed as a voice came to her auds.

"I sure hope sensei will let you keep it."
"Sure he will, Yukaiko!"

And with that, she smiled...

Originally posted by K Tragedy
[b]"Motosuma Aiko."

With that, her hand fell to her side. The other hand still clenched her locket. She could no longer see the picture contained inside, but she could feel the love that glowed from it, travelling up her digits, sliding around her wrist, up her arm, and flowing throughout her entire body. She felt a pulse, turning her head away from him and walking over to the pulse. Her katana lay unharmed not far from where the hollow had been "slayed". She picked it up by the handle. It ceased its pulse, glowing in contentment at being held by its owner. She flicked her wrist, and the light burst, forming back into her feather. She tucked it back into place, turning again to the Quincy.

"Arigatou for saving my life, Ishida-san. Your skills are quite impressive."

And with that, she smiled... [/B]

The shinigami woman took Ishida's hand in hers. Her grip was gentle, showing she was a sensitive person. The two left go of each other's hands and Ishida on instinct immediately pushed his glasses up higher. Everyone had their habits. He looked down at where the hollow used to stand, and felt what little remaining reiatsu was there.

He had a habit of studying people's profiles, and when Ishida looked into the woman's face, he noticed something strange. The woman hadn't moved her eyes, nor had she blinked within the last few minutes. Maybe this was one of her habits? Maybe not. Ishida didn't want to question or pester her about it. He didn't want to stare at her and make her feel uncomfortable either. So he looked at the ground nervously. He shuffled nervously. Deep down...Ishida sure was a dork.

The woman turned away from Ishida and looked to where her fallen soul-slayer lay. During the battle with the hollow, the woman must have lost it. Ishida touched his chin. He didn't remember this girl from when he went to Soul Society. He wondered which division and rank she was in. He'd ask later. Although at present tense Ishida was simply wondering what she was doing here in Karakura. If there was a problem, Ishida figured that Soul Societ would send someone familiar with this place like Abarai Renji. But then again, Renji was a lieutenant and probably had more important duties. So this woman wasn't as important to the shinigami? It didn't matter.

Out of the corner of his eye Ishida saw the woman reach for her zanpakutou. Ishida had to blink his eyes when he saw that her soul slayer had glowed a bright color, and transformed back into it's unreleased state. He was impressed to see that the soul slayers normal state was a simple feather. that's an interesting zan-pakutou. She tucked it back into her shinigami robes and Ishida again turned away.

"Arigatou for saving my life, Ishida-san. Your skills are quite impressive."

Ishida closed his eyes when he heard Motosuma thank him. He felt a blow to his chest when he also heard her compliment his "skills." This was false...Ishida had no skills. Not since...that time.

"Wait...Why did they do that?"

Ishida was standing in an alleyway inside of Seiritei soul society. He and Orihime Inoue had jumped 2 men from the 12th division in order to steal their robes and blend in. Their plan however was ruined when a drunken shinigami named "MakiMaki" had stumbled into them and figured out their ploy. Then things got even more complicated when actual 12th division shinigami had knocked out the drunk and acted overfriendly to the two sneaks.

"He may have been drunk, but his reasoning was flawless. In a situation like this...why would these guys be so friendly to-...

Inoue...

...INOUE!"

Ishida shouted, and barely saw that Inoue had time to open up her shield. Ishida was right, these guys were lying. They were bombs! Why the hell did these guys do some kamikaze technique? Then Ishida heard the surviving bomb crying to his captain. something along the lines of "This isn't how it was supposed to be" but then he blew up as well.

The rest was history. Ishida worried to much for Inoue's safety and made the drunk take her far away from here. Ishida would fight a captain alone.

History repeats itself. Ishida goes out of his way to save someone...costing him something precious.

the broken glove..

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It was all Ishida's fault really. He just wanted revenge for his grandfather. An avenger. And also because...Orihime Inoue.

those feelings had gotten stronger

"Oh well..it was nothing really special. I'm sure you could have taken the hollow alone, I just hit it from behind." Ishida lied. The woman smiled and Ishida smiled as well.

"I think I should get going." Ishida said nervously. He didn't really want to stick around and bother her, especially since his powers were so unstable.

(HA!

Now Quincy is bumping! Who's lazy now?)

(Um... sorry. School started and I've been busy doing other stuff. -completely overlooks other RPG posts- I'll get on it right away, now that I know the arc we're in.)

(I just got a new labtop, so I have to import all my stuff in it.... 😇