Dollies!

Oh how time flew for her, but then again, she couldn't quite put her finger on time, what a funny thing, it went here and there, and you never knew when it would go away. Her dollies were such fun for her, she could pose them, dress them up, play with their hair. Such fun all around. But it's sad when a dolly goes bad, falls apart, starts to smell bad. She has to get rid of them then, leave a trashpile for the trash man, or just throw them in the river. These dollies are starting to go bad...

She'd pout as she pulled and pushed them into a pile, before leaving, ambling towards another part of the park, leaving her dollies behind.

A few minutes later, she'd hear screams behind her. Someone must have found her dollies.

Zainin could see the man in the park, if you could call it a man. He knew something had come into the world of the living but he had been searching for it by sensing around for Reiatsu. Luckily the cold loving Quincy had sensed the huge burst in this white-coat wearing captain. Naturally he had come to investigate this power as it was on the same level as his own. Being a proud member of his race Zainin couldn't stand for a dead person to be in the possession of so much power.

Zainin didn't want the power for himself, no. He believed that power of a Shinigami was tainted. Therefore he would purge this man of his power. Despite his sneaky approach from behind he could still make out a small girl, only being the age of around eleven years old. He didn't care to save her, his main priority being the powerful male, but he would try to keep her safe. Although she didn't seem right to him, her Reiatsu feel was off, but he wouldn't let that distract him.

He was downwind of the Captain figure, smell was not a question. Behind him so he could not be seen. Tredding so quietly, blind monks would not have heard him and finnaly surpressing his Reiatsu. All that he released was the unfolding of his custom Quincy weapon. His glove gaining blue feathers along it, two feathered wings sprouting from the bow. It was a sight to behold, but the energy from it paled in comaprison to the Captains. Zainin used his foe's flowing power to cover up his ammassing of reishi into his weapon, drawn ready for it to be unleashed.

Zainin let loose his piercing gaze, his Quincy pride also being directed right at the lower spine of the Shinigami. The pain unleashed from Zainin was great as he remembered why he hated the Shinigami so much, they persecuted his race. That is why he fired off his righteous Quincy power, following his gaze through it's path. The cold stare matched with the intent to kill, the piercing hatred for that dead race, matched with with equal force. His non gloved hand had already lowered from its firing position, having done its purpose already, releasing the silent bow, not a twang that used to follow their useage.

And with his murderous gaze being backed up. He focused on the whole situation again, keeping his senses aware for the details and give away signs. Time passed quickly little time for someone to move, however the string from Zainin grew in the forwards direction, and feathers slowly dropped, in front of him and inbetween the two of them. They drifted down slowly, almost poeticly beautiful.

Zainin hated these people, and wanted them gone. Whatever reason he needed he had already started his action, all that he could do now was prepare himself for his opponents next move, and right after his hand hand released his bow, he was already crouched low for action.

(Bad, so sue me, thought i'd liven the mood up a little)

((Since you never stated the time between spotting us and attacking us, I'm going to assume it was shot after I do this. Have fun with that.)

She'd keep looking up at the strange man. His words made little sense to her, but he had a funny voice, it was as a funny as a kitty. Wait, does that make sense? Wait, Does she even care? Nope, she doesn't. And he's still talking, even after she thought all this. Poopie!

But then, something changes. He stops talking and the air seems to thicken, grow heavy on her, pushing her down. Her knees would slip out from under her, hitting together as she landed on them, her breaths coming heavier. She didn't know how she knew it, but she knew that the strange man was doing it somehow. "M-mister...w-what're you doing? Her voice would sound somewhat feeble as she'd collapse onto her hands and knees now, struggling to catch her breath.

The Quincy's arrow had been stop by one of those magic things he had seen Shinigami perform during his short life time. Those little cheap parlour tricks were annoying for him, when Quincy had to store their energy in capsules for later use, rather than quick spur of the moment tricks that could be pulled out of their asses. His cold glare increased as the man turned around, his hatred for him burning against his cold heart.

He stood fifteen meters away from the captain in front of him, the girl being roughly sixteen. But he didn't care for her since she was seemingly having difficulty keeping up with the man's presence. Zainin however was feeling alive because of it, the power seemed to feed his own, not directly but the knowledge of a battle with someone powerful drove him to use his own. That being said he didn't listen to the talk coming from the lips of the smiling buffoon of the captain, he cared only for the battle now the man and the girl would have to go.


So few survived his first attack, however since the surprise had been lost he would have a harder time to kill them. As the man said the words he shot at him, having brought up his hand again to shoot. He shot at the man's knees, aiming to stop him from moving away to make the fight easier. Again the feathers flew off the arrow, filled with energy and the strings he had on the arrows connected to the bow. The arrows were fast flying but apparently not fast enough. The man had finished his words, drawn a sword and vanished with an irritating smile already. How his hate grew from the already enormous proportions it already had.

So the arrows would miss, but he did not want to fire another just yet. He needed to see what the other man was doing, Zainin's cold gaze fixed upon the smiling man as he was in the air. The energy he gathered was very large but the Quincy remained still, he saw the Captain ascending whilst spears rained down. These barbed energy spears rained down in the exact same area where the captain was, in a twelve metre diameter around him. Zainin held off an attack since most would be wasted right now when the spears could already do his job for him. He didn't need to move since the distance between him and the spears was more than enough to be safe.

The spears appeared only two metres above the captain but they moved towards him and he moved into them, it would not be pretty. Zainin guessed that he didn't aim the technique properly, even though a dodge would have been quite easy anyway. His arm was raised ready for another Quincy arrow aiming for the captain still sicne the girl posed no threat due to the power having made her lose her breath.

(You didn't aim the technique ^^ and I stated that you were evil in my last post so you became the wicked to be rained down on. Plus Grr Nevada, you reminded me that I forgot to state some simple things )

(Note to self Gaffs are spears)

Zainin watched on as the spears fell, however too late he realised that he had observed the whole situation wrongly. His perception usually never faltered as badly as this but he had made a grave miscalculation, the spears actually fell upon him, it was too late for him to move, the fell on him. The cold he used to embrace so lovingly embraced him with equaly force. However he was not dead yet, he would not let death claim him so early.

The spears pierced him all over, but his head remained intact. None of his vital organs had been hit, but the amount of times he had been pierced was a sure death. Perfect for a few more minutes of living. However his body would not move on its own, he had sustained too much damage from the spears. But his body wouldn't be moving on its own, he had already been prepared to use this move, just before the spears hit, stopping him from being pinned to the floor. The heavenly wild puppet suit.

A technique old and injured Quincy used to be able to keep fighting on. A last resort in most cases and definitely Zainin's last chance. A quick motion was made as he snapped off the shafts of the spears that impeded movement, as he tensed at the same time.

However one thing he had done right was to kill. His arrows earlier had been aimed for the Captain's knees, however since he had moved the arrows had continued on, unfortunately the girl that had once been behind him had been on the floor due to the amount of spiritual pressure being exerted. So the arrows of Zainin had pierced her as she had not moved out of the way, one through her right lung, the other through her left lung and completely piercing her heart, the arrow head making the damage unrepairable. She was not dead just yet, as the brain lives on, for a few seconds though.

Zainin smirked quickly one of his targets dead, the other one who had hurt him would pay. He dissapeared in a flash, appearing behind the Captain bow drawn. Then his power spiked to a massive amount, easily comparing to the Shinigami's own. His bow was pointed at the Captain's head, puppeted hand releasing the arrow right at the back of the head hoping for a kill. He was only a metre behind him, in range to be stricken down, but also it helped his situation since his projectiles were quite fast.

((OOC: You were pierced in the neck by three of the spears. Due to the size of a spear, it's quite nearly impossible for the caratoid artery not be hit. When hit, you would immediatly begin pumping blood directly out of your blood, and none of it would be reaching your brain. Due to this, you'd pass out rather quickly. It'd take you minutes to die, but mere seconds, to black out.

And as for killing me? An eleven year old girl lying flat on the ground is well below the plan of a man's knees. There's also the fact that Kaizen was already floating up into the air when you shot the air, placing the spot you aimed for well above Nevada.))

(OoC: I will accept that i was pierced in the neck, but since the spears are still in there, the blood loss is limited. The best way to fill a hole is to use the thing that made it. I think I have enough time to make a few more posts.

And as for killing you? An Eleven year old girl who was never stated to being on the floor. You were on your hands and knees when I shot at you, and since you did not state falling from that postion you did not move enough to dodge the arrows, hence the killing part. And i'm pretty sure me saying that I shot at his knees before he dissapeared means that before he went up into the air. Plus the path control of my arrows would make up for marginal movements, but since you did not state you falling despite you passing out I shot you.)

[ooc: not my place to say but It seems Daizai I disagree with you. Pierced in the neck hmm. I agree the best way to temporarily lessen the bleeding is to keep the weapon wtf there however! dun dun dun~ There is the matter of where you were hit. For example 'hit in the brain' Just bcuz the blood is not flowing out our you have staunched it doesn't mean you will be able to move about. Brain = vital. Same goes for the neck. It's a tunnel that draws in food,water and air. You just got pierced you're bleeding inside as well most likely the blood will clog your lungs thus a painful death....

So with that said I believe you got hit then you attacked correct? If my point is valid you will be dead does your arguement wether it be plausible or not will be void upon your death. Logical timeline if not then whoo~ ]

(OOC: Ichijou is correct. You got an arrow through your neck, that's a death warrant. You would not be able to move around due to lack of air, and internal bleeding. Atleast that's my take on the situation.)

(OOC: Ok to be fair the me not dying thing was always going to be a cheeky attempt to get a few more posts... However what I do care about is that my attack on Nevada connecting as the post denoting the attack was made before I was hit.

Zainin wrote:

As the man said the words he shot at him, having brought up his hand again to shoot. He shot at the man's knees, aiming to stop him from moving away to make the fight easier. Again the feathers flew off the arrow, filled with energy and the strings he had on the arrows connected to the bow.

This is showing that I fired the arrows at Izanagi before he went into the sky. And since Nevada was behind him the arrows would carry on and strike her. In her post before I made my attack she was on her hands and knees, and in her second post she did not address that she moved out of the way, or they missed etc. Therefore I connected my attack as she ignored the attack information. I got punished the same way with the spears, she dies too!)

Nevada-Tan wrote:

She was still upon the ground, the pressure in the air weighing down upon her.

Nevada-Tan wrote:

Her chest started moving once more, throat gasping for breath as she rolled over, pulling air into her trachea, finding herself able to breathe oncemore, though not very well.

Both of those quotes provide evidence she was lying down. Well, the first quote is only assumed, that since the pressure was weighing her down she would be forced to the ground. But the second quote is conclusive evidence, she said she rolled over. One cannot roll over and remain on their hands and knees. Your argument concerning her death is null.

((Falling when you black out from oxygen loss is your brain shutting down, thus natural subconcious balance is gone. However, I'm bored of fighting, So I'ma just do this.))

Her body moved as she breathed, saving her from whatever fate those arrows would have dealt to her. Instead of striking into her flesh, both hit onto ribs, the tip barely going into the body, not deep enough for the barbs to even be able to take affect. Her brain would activate itself back up to full capacity, consciousness resuming groggily just to be assaulted by pain, causing her to cry out, a child's pained yell.

((Jeez all of the unnecessary rants lol. Also I will be calling a hit on you Zainin. You didn't deal with avoiding he kido spell used. And yeah, you being able to move around. Is pushing it a little, don't you think?))

IC:

The Captain's perfectly executed Kido, hit its mark. The head of the assailant was blown off his shoulders. If the spears didn't do the trick. Then the Kido spell, surely did. The man now deemed to be a Quincy, is now dead. Blood splattered and stained the spears. The brain fragments almost reached Izanagi. But they didn't quite fall far enough to reach him. The Captain vanished from his position. Just in case, what he saw was but mere wishful thinking.

This meant, he was no longer a target, if one were to aim for where he once stood. The fox grin was still on the face of the Captain. His crimson eyes, being averted to the little girl. There just might be so potential in here. The question now to ask is, did death claim her? The sudden cry of pain, amused Izanagi somewhat. He was now standing a mere 7 feet away from Nevada. If she survives this, then maybe she will be a good test subject. If she failed, then she is nothing but trash. The Quincy is now dead, and yet Izanagi didn't get his name. The Shinigami decided to leave the girl to her own devices. As for the Quincy, he wasn't something to worry about.

(Exit)

She'd pull herself up into a seated position shortly after. The strangely dressed man had already left, and those things that poked her disappeared when the other strangely dressed man had become an angel. She poked at her side, pushing her finger a bit into the shallow cut, almost fascinated with her own wound, getting her hand plenty soaked in blood. She'd lick it up a little, enjoying the metal taste.

She'd bounce up to a standing position, looking around. Oh! There was the dolly, but oh poopie. She was torn up inside that he was so torn up on the outside that she couldn't play with him. She began to poke at him though, rifling under his coat, and oh my! A pretty belt! And it has shiny things on it! Oh how she loves shiny things! She'd quickly remove it off of him, pulling her hoodie up over her stomach so she could affix it around her own waist. She'd have to tighten it considerably more, but it fit eventually. Now she has her own shiny belt, and oh how she loves her shiny belt.

She was bored now though, and needed something to do...She thought for a second, before deciding that she would go try to find the man who's cloak made him look fat. So she set out in the direction she last saw him go to, skipping along at an unnaturally fast speed.

Exit.