[Decimator] You Can't Hidē

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[Decimator] You Can't Hidē

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Post by Aniks28 » Fri Apr 07, 2017 12:43 pm

[Decimator] You Can't Hidē


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It was here finally and yet, Vimaro was not thrilled seeing this. Neither was he angry about it, at least in the conventional sense of the word. He was standing in his new quarters, lower than the upper floors of the living quarters of the 2nd division but higher than some, a decent apartment of course befitting his status as one of the division’s seated. Still, a part of him made the comparison to the entire floor he had at the Castle, and this paled. Fortunately, he wasn’t a materialist and was not bothered by the apartment, especially at this moment where his mind was on the bracket in front of him that only just arrived.

An elaborate bird stand before him had his raptor gaze seemingly glued to the spot where Tohil always perched, except Tohil was not there. None of them was around him anymore. Vimaro recalled the last time he saw the phoenix when he came visiting on break from the academy. The usually resplendent bird looked miserable that day, its brilliant feathers shrivelled and in clumps, while its beady silver eyes only reflected a dull gray that matched the brooch clasping his cousin’s dark hair behind him. Tohil was shivering, but vapours of heat drifted from its body. Velasco and Aniks told him that was the fourth day going and besides the shivering beginning the previous night, there was no change from then and that Aniks already figured out what was happening. His familiar was dying.

The conclusion should have gotten him worried, but Tohil was a phoenix, and this was its burning week, a necessary node in its circle of rebirth. What did disturb Vimaro however, was seeing Tohil that… terrible and the toll on Aniks. It was a first burning week for either of them and he knew nothing he could do. Regardless, he needed to do something rather than stay here watching Tohil waste away so he turned away from the stand with some effort after Velasco decided they all went for lunch in the better districts of the Rukongai.

That was the beginning of his last week with his brother and cousin, Aniks leaving for a mission later on and not returning, causing Velasco to go after him. He as well was yet to return. They heard nothing from either of them and the Gotei since concluded the captain dead in the middle of his mission. Vimaro continued his studies and training at the academy after that incident, giving it his all and leaving himself no time to grieve over losing his twin brother and their lordly cousin.

Life continued that way until his graduation and subsequent acceptance into the Gotei. Vimaro did not even take the brief time he could have used to check in at the small castle in Kasetalos knowing they would fret over him, wondering how he held up. He did not need them to remind him of something he was trying to ignore. However, Teryani did mention —in her somewhat annoying way of irking him— that facing it head-on was a better way of dealing with, rather than ignoring… like he needed that reality check.

That was over two weeks ago and he tried getting some keepsakes of theirs, but it turned out that it was gruelling process and only Aniks’ stuffs were available. Velasco was not a shinigami so there was nothing about his own things. Vimaro had no specific memento in mind, but the arrival of Tohil’s perch this morning, moments ago to be exact, pulled the rug from under his feet. As he drifted in thought, the number of times he saw the bird on this bracket coming to mind, Vimaro caught himself absentmindedly stroking a spot on his on his left forearm where Tohil once stood, at Aniks’ behest of course. Sighing deeply in profound sadness, he turned around from the stand. He couldn’t stand around feeling sad when he had a job to do today; his first mission.

The hem of his shihakushō swished above the ground as he picked up his zanpakutōs, two of them, and strapped them on, katana and wakizashi together on his right hip. He ran a hand through his short brown hair while reaching for the mini computer tab that had the details of his mission with the other hand and tucking it inside the folds of his shihakushō. He was reaching for the handle of the door when from the corner of his eye he saw a single gray feather hanging off the side of Tohil’s stand. A small smile lit his purple eyes as he picked the lone feather up, finding it warm to the touch despite the frigid cold of the morning. Vimaro examined it for a moment before tucking it inside an inner pocket of his shihakushō where the warm plume maintained contact with his pectoral muscles. It almost felt like he had the bird with him and by extension, the other two.

He patted his chest reassuringly and with that, he swept out and proceeded downstairs into the building’s more busy sections. Vimaro could hear the bustling around of the building’s inhabitants as they carried out their activities save for the few in bed after their night shift patrol. He returned the greetings he got on the way with small nods, leaving the building through the back exit rather than through the front that would have taken him directly to the corporate offices.

The 6th seat knew a shortcut through the back of the quarters, as did a handful of the division’s members, which led to the exit he could use to travel for his task at the human world where he was heading. Even if it was barely past the eighth hour of the day, Vimaro was exempt from work today and no one expected him in the office after spending the night working there. Unless it was an emergency, a prospect he hoped against, he was more or less as free as could possibly be if he didn’t have this assignment.

Within a quarter of an hour, Vimaro was standing in front of the senkaimon, waiting while they crosschecked his name before he got the clearance to leave. Preferring to do this now rather than upon arriving the material world, he was in his gigai already. Vimaro checked his coordinates, picked his destination for somewhere else where a quick stop was necessary, and then prepared to depart Soul Society, when he heard his name from far away.

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It was difficult to imagine how Vimaro’s day—even by the worst of standards—could attempt to get any worse… until the shinigami blocking his path gave him the message from their Vice-Captain.

“Training?” Vimaro repeated blankly. He glanced down at the human clothes covering his body; simple white long-sleeved polo shirt over straight leg beige chinos trousers and dark brown combat boots that came up to his shins, convincing himself that in a gigai, he truly was dressed for his mission.

Vimaro brought up the small tab from the back pocket of his trousers, perused it for a moment and frowned upon arriving on what he sought. There was no mistake on his part, the date for his assigned mission was right, today. Yet, here was someone bringing an order from his Vice-Captain that he participated in a training session with someone else.

The blonde head shinigami in front of him cleared his throat nosily to get his attention and Vimaro glanced up at the huge man. He was wearing sleeveless shihakushō that helped to expose his hulking form, the distinct contours of his thick muscles glistened with a light sheen of sweat and Vimaro suspected he did work himself up racing to catch up with him. Just in time, he could have added, for he was meters away from the exit senkaimon.

Blondie did not bother to answer his question, knowing the smaller shinigami heard him clear the first time. He waited as Vimaro debated within himself on whether to defy this new command from Aoshi in favour of the former, or go with this. At the end, he thought about the amount of trouble that Blondie would be in if he were to return with a negative reply, ignoring at the moment of course that which Vimaro himself would be in. Then there was his training partner in question, Hidēyoshi, who probably would be expecting him as well, the mental image of that long wait finally making Vimaro sigh in defeat as he returned the device to his pocket.

He looked around quick, his mind made up about not returning to the division in East Seireitei seeing that he was closer to the Rukongai districts and he recalled he could get some good grounds for their needs close by. As he gave the directions to Blondie who promptly left to find Hidēyoshi, Vimaro recalled that just as the division training grounds were too far for him at this moment, the training ground he had in mind was equally as far for whoever was coming from East Seireitei. He shrugged it aside. His body did not need warming up, and so it might do Hidēyoshi good to trek such distance. Although preferably, for Hidēyoshi’s own sake, he hoped Blondie found him closer.

It took him less than five minutes to arrive at the forest, its thick towering trees vaulting so high up and forming a leafy dome roof overhead, allowing only patches of sunlight to filter through to the forest floor below. The underbrush scattered all over, along with fallen logs on the ground, reduced the space between the trees to only diameters of manageable distances. In such a place, Vimaro knew that battling here would be as easy as pigs flying… which was not easy. The close packing of the trees would reduce maneuverability some bit, the bushes between bringing it down even more to say nothing about the dim lighting. The environment alone was a third opponent in their bout.

Vimaro only grimly made his peace with the situation as he popped a pill into his mouth, freeing his soul from within the confines of the gigai. His shinigami appearance came out, the same as he had left his room in less than an hour ago. Swords at the ready, he urged the modified soul now possessing his gigai to hurry on to a safe place where Vimaro could find him after, while he waited for Hidēyoshi now. If things went fine and their training could end without him losing much stamina, he might still go on with his previous mission. His eyes lit up with the creation of an idea at that. If Hidēyoshi and he did right by themselves, both shinigami could go for his mission together. However, that depended on this outcome first…

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Re: [Decimator] You Can't Hidē

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Post by El Jimenez » Tue Apr 11, 2017 3:09 pm

The sky began to dim, indicating that the sun was creeping back to where it came. The cool pre-evening breeze blew across the wooden pavements and into the open windows of Hidē’s quarters.
Hidē’s eyes opened slowly as he regained consciousness. He tried to sit up but the sharp pain that lingered around his abdominal region prevented him from doing so as he fell back down on the mat on which he lay. He tilted his head forward a little and noticed bandages wrapped around his abdominal region. During his fight with Midori, he used up too much reiatsu and lost consciousness. He had be out cold for three days .

“Oh Bullocks”
He said as he slammed his head into the pillow that lay behind his head. He slammed his fist on the wooden flooring as he writhed in suppressed fury. He turns his head to the left where books where arranged neatly on the bookshelf and his Katana rested on the wall beside the bookshelf.
He grunted as he forced himself to his feet and walked towards where his katana was. His body feeling heavier with each step he took as he finally gets to the bookshelf and picks up his katana. He picked his kimono from it was neatly folded beside the mat and threw it on.

He stood at the entrance of his door, watching the sun as it crept back into it’s pocket and the birds danced around on the yet to bloom cherry blossom tree. He walked till he was in front of the cherry blossom tree and sat down slowly, his back against the tree and his katana laying peacefully on the grass with his left hand on it. He crossed his leg as he took his left hand off his Katana and placed both hands on his thighs. He sat still as he closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. He sat still for a while before he finally opened his eyes and rose to his feet then walked back in to his quarters.

NEXT MORNING

Hidē is woken up by the cold morning breeze that seeped into his room from the window he left open the previous night.

“Looks like I forgot to lock the window”.
He murmured to himself as he got up from his bed and walked to the open window then closed it. Already up from his bed, he stretched out his right to the right side placing his left hand on his right shoulder as he moved his right arm to form an invisible conical shape in the air, he repeated this process with his left arm.

“Time to get to work”
He said as he threw on his white sleeveless kimono and picked his katana as he headed to the old training ground where he had fought Midori earlier that week. He arrived at the old training ground and walked in while he prevented his white kimono from being stained by the dusty structures. He entered a room with broken window sills, damaged doors and a floor that creaked with each foot Hidē placed on it. The training dummies also seemed to be in good conditions. Hidē took off his white kimono and hung it on the edge of one of the faulty window sills. He turned to face one of the dummies as he stretches his fists forward and pranced like a seesaw, hopping back and forth. Midori’s face popped up in his head as he hopped forward and bent down, his back arched and his chest almost touching his knee, as he sprung up and delivered a punch to the head of the dummy, sending the head flying across the room. He didn’t stop after he sent the head flying. He continues by delivering a left jab to the side of the dummy while he folded his right arm and delivered a hit with his elbow to the chest region of dummy which sent the remaining part of the dummy flying away.

“Useless”
He said under his breath as he picks up his katana and walked to the next dummy. He slowly unsheathed the katana and stretched out the hand holding the katana pointing it at the dummy. He drew in deep breaths as he bent his knees as he closed his eyes and felt his surroundings. He could hear the whispering wind blowing against the faulty window sills as they creaked, as if having a conversation with the wind.

“A sword is an extension of your arm, it’s also a reflection of your will and mind. A blunt will and a clouded mind will result in a blunt sword. A warrior’s sword is only as sharp as his mind and as strong as his will”

These words, which he read from a book, swam around in his head as he breathed in and out once more and held his katana with both hands and his reiatsu burst out from within his body. His eyes open as he shunpoed and appeared behind the dummy, slowly sheathing his katana as the top half of the dummy slides off the bottom half.
He stands still for a while before he walked to where his kimono was hung and retrieved it. He put it on and walked out of the building, passing by several broken down doors, dusty dummies on his way out.

Minutes later, he arrived back at the 2nd Division and decided to check the promotion list. He scrolled through the list with his index fingers and noticed he had been promoted to 10th seat and Midori was now a 6th seat officer. Anger flows through his entire body as he strangles the sheathe of his katana.

“Looks like I have a lot of catching up to do”
He said as he let go of the anger and swept his hand through his auburn hair while he stared at the sky.
Suddenly, the light disappears and is replaced with a tall, muscular blonde haired figure.

“What do you want?”
He asked the figure in front of him with an expression of both boredom and haughtiness. The rays of the sun seemed to bounce off the muscular frame of the blonde figure in front of him as his skin glistened with sweat while he spoke. When he was done speaking he wiped the back of his hand on his forehead and stream of sweat flew off his forehead. He frowned at the silence that choked the atmosphere around them as had expected a reply from Hidē.

“Alright, I’ll be there”
He said, finally breaking the silence and the muscular shiningami flickered away. The description of where the spar was to take place was somewhere close to the Rukongai districts which was far from his current location. He was going to have to walk there if he wanted to arrive in a healthy condition.
He sighs as he began his long walk towards Rukongai.
Hours later, he arrived at Rukongai before stopping a while to taken in the scenery. He watched people go about their daily business, kids chasing each other, a mother yelling at her child that ran into the road. He resumed his walk towards where the spar would hold.

Minutes later, he arrived at a huge forest, its trees high up from the sky and forming a leafy dome roof over the forest. Patches of sunlight shone on the forest floor. Hidē walked into the forest slowly, the leaves rustled beneath his feet with each step he took. He looked around as he took in his surrounding, studying it as he walked past logs on the forest plain. Surely, battling here would be no easy task and could be harder, depending on his opponent. He tightened the guard on his left arm as he pressed on. He sensed someone’s and walked towards it.
He arrived at where he sensed the reiatsu from and sees a shiningami with short, spiky hair and a slim build.

“Vimaro, right?”
He said as he observed this man’s physique, from his hair to his fingernails, as he also took in a mental note of his surrounding

"Let's get this over with"
He said as he slightly bent his knee and placed his left hand forward a little while his right hand slowly reached for his katana which hung on his left hip

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Re: [Decimator] You Can't Hidē

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Post by Aniks28 » Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:02 am

A lot of time went by while he waited, an awful amount of time at that. A normal individual would typically be bored and, or, pissed off by now, but Vimaro supposed that those years of lying in sick in bed finally paid off for he was neither. Patience was a virtue he learnt the dying way.

Time was his.

At ease though he was, Vimaro thought it best not to strain his muscles standing, and since sat down on the moss overlaid with fallen leaves only beginning to turn brown—although he couldn’t be entirely certain with the questionable amount of light he saw by. However, he needed to keep his limbs loose so ensured he did not maintain a single posture for more than a few minutes, alternating from sitting in a meditative stance with both legs crossed, to lying flat on his back and simply gaze at the nearly obscured sun behind branches and snarled lichen above him while taking note of the occasional small wildlife and birds that crossed his view. He kept himself alert through it all though.

Hours alone with only the chirps of birds, the sounds of raccoons and squirrels scuttling over branches, and wind blowing gently through the forest amongst other things, the general soft cacophony had since turned into a monotonous melody playing in the back of his mind. That was until he sensed him.

Vimaro was not certain which came first to him as he laid on his side; the other shinigami’s reiatsu registering in his spiritual sensory radius, or the very negligible sound—at least to anyone not having spent as much time attuned to this forest for so long—of his feet crushing partially dried leaves underneath as he headed for him. Regardless of which, he agreed the answer was unnecessary in the current situation of events what with Hidēyoshi already close.

He rose up on without getting off from the ground, loosened his katana from his wait and kept it on the forest floor on his right, folded his right leg under him although he kept his left foot flat on the ground. Vimaro’s left elbow rested on the left knee jutting up, while the palm rested on his right shoulder, his right arm stretched out to come to rest on his katana. His crossed left forearm hid the lower half of his face behind it and through the small slits of his eyes he watched Hidēyoshi when he came into view at last.

A mental screening of the man who would be his opponent in the nearest future brought a frown to Vimaro’s face and he raised his head up, tilting it to the side in mild confusion, barely giving a short nod to confirm who he was at Hidēyoshi’s question. Vimaro saw past his green eyes and the brown hair both souls shared. He also saw past his eagerness to begin their session, seeing only that that a medic would be able to ascertain with sight alone from the way Hidēyoshi moved, but almost too easy for Vimaro who spent a lot of time being sick in his younger years. Hidēyoshi’s body was not perfect.

“Are you supposed to be here?” He asked in concern, then added to clarify his question, “Your body carries signs of incomplete recovery.”

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Re: [Decimator] You Can't Hidē

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Post by El Jimenez » Sat Apr 22, 2017 3:31 pm

His left eyebrow arched as Vimaro stated the obvious. A cool and calm forest breeze blew, making the leaves rustle as it blew through the forest. Hide combed his fingers through his hair before finally answering Vimaro's question with a question of his own

"Will you be willing to wait till I fully recover?
He asked, staring blankly at Vimaro

"One or two days should do it
He continued as he cracks his neck

Added in 43 seconds:
His left eyebrow arched as Vimaro stated the obvious. A cool and calm forest breeze blew, making the leaves rustle as it blew through the forest. Hide combed his fingers through his hair before finally answering Vimaro's question with a question of his own

"Will you be willing to wait till I fully recover?
He asked, staring blankly at Vimaro

"One or two days should do it
He continued as he cracks his neck

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