[Arena No.7] Day & Night

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[Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by platinum6ix » Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:05 pm

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Deep in a forest in the dead of night, a symphony of crickets and frogs delights the ears. It's easy to find tranquility while listening to this fragment of nature.
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by platinum6ix » Sun Apr 21, 2019 12:53 pm

Cider La Vert: A Step Into the Light

The sunrays fell as a blanket of white upon the greenery. In their glow the nascent leaves of spring lie papery and delicate, drinking in the energy the trees crave. These brilliant days must be better than watching the down fall of Soul society for all the flora, an all-one-can-eat buffet until sundown. The air had the gentle heat of the new season, not warm, or cold, but tepid.

In nature, hollows can be who they are, just misanthropic beings. The trees does not expect them to be kind and selfless. The wildlife expects them to eat it should they be hungry and able to reach it. The wind does not ask for their words or their counsel. The soil does not rise to meet their boot or shy away. Here they were simply the creatures who sees from the eyes and walks on the feet.

The approaching footsteps had the wet sound of someone on grass; someone walking like his shoes were too tight, making short little strutting steps like a clockwork soldier. On the ground lies the wetness of a recent rain-shower, soaked into the little dark mud. Each footfall wasn't chaotically spaced from the last, it was at a rhythm. They were neither a threat nor were they of interest, whoever it was had that self assurance, and was likely to inspire dread. He imagine himself alone until he paused to really listen and look, not with the aid of his physical form but from his other sensory perception. The trees were alive with birds and squirrels. He was never alone at all, yet the solitude he achieve in nature felt like a running faucet- mentally draining away his stress. All winter long he has been marching, but today he was taking it slow. Today he was letting the soft virescent hues dwell on retinas that are so accustomed to brown on brown under the blue sky.

He had an odd gait. It was slightly lurching as he went, perhaps he was leaning too far forwards, it was hard to tell. It had the effect of making him stand out in a crowd, and not in a good way.
Upon the wild he stood as still as the trees, not totally frozen, for just as their budded twigs move so does his black short hair. Closed were those eyes, tousled auburn bands whipped about the left side face; blown by air as fresh as any after a rainstorm. After several deep breaths he took in the view, from there the woods were laid out like one of Nanna's quilts. But instead of her magentas and cyans it is the earthen colours of early spring. There were unploughed fields of brown and the pastures were still fresh having the bright hue of new growth. These long walks in nature was his treasure, by sanctuary from the busy hubbub of his life. Nevertheless, he wasn't here for a long walk. This figure was no other than Cidar La Vert.
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by Unknown Assassin » Sun Apr 21, 2019 5:46 pm

Byung, the head of a faction, rested gently against the trunk of a tree. On his feet, arms crossed and eyes closed.
He was in deep thought and the gentle breeze blowing against his soft supple skin was barely felt.
Hueco Mundo was devoid of light.
So many things it lacked yet so many it provides. Like an endless equilibrium that couldn't be broken.

There was a balance, a harmony in this bad lands. Weakness is not tolerated. If you fail to evolve, you will be a meal to someone else evolving.

Lips parted ever so slight, a feint sigh escaped it as he opened his eyes in conjunction with this, using the tree like a spring to bounce into a 90° position.
Now standing upright, he began walking but coincidentally, ran into an individual he had never seen.
Coming to an abrupt halt.

The red eyes man would mutter with absolution, a tone so commanding even the gods ought to obey and the soul reapers tremble in fear as the gleam in his eyes and composed exterior did well to subconsciously ooze confidence.

"Have you ever wondered what happens to a Shinigami that falls into despair? Is he cast from the heavens like the Holy Book of the Christians dictate. Does that make them angels and us demons? Very interesting concept but in the end. All falls before absolute power."

This was random and strange but not a surprising occurrence as he occasionally just blurts out his thoughts despite his reclusive nature.

the sudden silence like he had never said anything summed it all up as he walks past the being while attempting to brush the shoulder ever so lightly to discern just what position it held in these lands.
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Post by platinum6ix » Mon Apr 22, 2019 6:52 am

Cider had earlier gained entrance into the woodland to execute a task given to him by his Espada.

“I need you to do something for me. Travel into the woodland and you'll meet a fellow legionnaire, Byung-Soon, whom I recently appointed as Head fraccion. You are to see him through in physical combat hence you two are alike.”

Those were the words from the orifice of the Segunda Espada. Cider's consciousness drifted back to the present moment where he stood not further than twenty metres away from a figure gifted with red scarlet eyes. Cider's stare wasn't intentionally cold, his face somehow lacked the mobility others had. His eyes would rest on a point, even as a living being person, and he'd stay like longer than the average person would. Others would alter their paths not to cross his and stand further back than was customary. It was like the elongated eye contact demanded a greater degree of physical separation. It wasn't something he ever noticed himself, but to his brother, Armani. La Vert, it was obvious and he felt a spark of contamination by association he wasn't proud of. Cider himself took on the appearance of a tall, elegant adult with dark hair. His face was in fact expressionless with no sign of feelings. To him, facial expressions are for those who have emotions and a mind able to choose for itself. But his dark hollow eyes revealed that he has neither, and might not be conscious of what he is doing. That's what Cider had been working on for years after his unmasking, to extract the sense of humanity from inside of him, and replace it some kind of machine which only he can control. And that of course he has accomplished. He predominantly appears as a courteous and impeccable servant to the Espada. However, he is, in actuality, callous, heartless, and sadistic; he is ruthless when carrying out the Espada's orders.


Typically dressed in a similar butler's outfit, which consists of white trousers, a six-button double-breasted tailcoat, and a gray vest, the dark haired figure buried both hands into his side pockets when his opposition uttered strange words which felt seemingly unrelated to the current state of affairs. In spite of that, a task is a task, an order is an order. All shall be fulfilled no matter the circumstances. Similarly to Armani La Vert, Cider had the sigil crest but on his shirt cuffs and bowtie.

“You must be Byung-Soon,” Cider uttered the moment he clashed shoulder with the scarlet being. Time was of the essence. He had a pocket watch, and a chained silver lapel pin bearing the same sigil crest on his shirt cuffs. Cider pulled out his left hand with fingernails notably painted in black, and the back of his left hand gave off a visible pattern of druid markings. Demonic beings people say they are, but that's just a saying.
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by Unknown Assassin » Mon Apr 22, 2019 9:40 am

Byung's mind was aloof but the fact that his name was muttered was no coincidence and thus, he would halt his rather strange strutting and the shoulder bulge accomplished none of what the name implied.

This interested the Hollow, this being wasn't here by coincidence as his darted and settled on the mysterious being. the atmosphere intensified and chills bounced off the very fabric of time. the very earth beneath his feet fissured.

The hand of the being was now visible and strange markings it possessed. The dark robe Byung wore swayed back and forth and a smile plastered across his face.


"................"


He nods in acknowledgement to the name but this mattered not. For some unknown reason, this being repulsed him and he wanted to rid of him as soon as possible but not yet.

He was definitely not a messenger by his attire and the marking he possessed unsettled him. Byung felt like it exuded evil energy waiting to creep up and swallow him whole.


SFX: Swooosh!

Byung instantly attempted a revolving round house kick aimed at the side of his head but this was but an after image as the impact should be felt in the lower torso. in a bid to repel the chap as far back as possible but why did he attack despite his earlier train of thought?
Byung didn't know either but his instincts were something he never doubted.


One thing was certain, this man was the definition of dangerous especially the marking on his hand.
He felt like he was sent.

The name Byung wasn't a popular name in Hueco Mundo despite his position for he was a reclusive person by nature.

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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by platinum6ix » Mon Apr 22, 2019 3:27 pm

All will be revealed at the end of the training, but for now, details such as character stats as you displayed above or list of techniques used be placed in a spoiler.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

It was confirmed, and it was certain. The scarlet eyed figure gave an affirmative response to the statement made by Cider. The wind blew ever so calmly upon the sudden halt by both arrancar after that non verbal reaction. Dancing upon their own shadows were green leaves of the woodland, and upon their weightless body were deep cracks that are visible to the naked eyes.

Insanity stole into Cider's mind like a deranged thief, taking what was important to him, massing new dangerous ideas, seeding a new personality and muddling up the rest. New sparks of abstract images that once he would have dismissed as bizarre started to grow roots, deep roots, they started to make sense in one revolutionary eureka moment after another, cascading out of control, luring him further and further from the self he once knew, until he was so deep that he no longer recognised the forest around him, paths twisted and turned out of sight, so dense were the trunks, he followed one path wildly after another, making new connections in his new distorted reality, after a while he had trodden the new paths so much that they formed an inescapable maze, a prison without walls. He was whelmed with the edge of turning on his uncompassionate switch.


Nature was at the verge of destruction. The figure clad in dark robe displayed an impressive feat far greater than his peers could ever accomplish. A 360° axial kick to the head region was nothing but an illusion lure the character dressed in a six-button double-breasted tailcoat into a false sense of musical negligence. The real deal was aimed at the part of his body excluding the head and limbs. Regardless of all that, Cider had deliberately left himself comfortably wide open to draw the arrancar into an offensive mode to test his might. As anticipated, the arrancar didn't disappoint. A combination of both strength and sheer speed was all it took to pit Cider into a defensive mode. In spite of that, it wasn't gone be enough to draw one's last breath. The crested figure parried the impact with both arms. The left arm which found it's way to his head region, and the latter which deflected against the hard kick at his trunk. His skill in hand to hand combat was at a level to execute advanced techniques. In addition to that, Cider was able to keep up with Byung to a partial degree. The wave from the attack was strong enough to knock down a few trees within range, but all seem to be fine for he was only pushed backwards to increase the distance between him and the latter for not more than ten metre (10m).


“You're frenetic, that's all good. And you're smart as well, but let's see how hard you can go. Attack again!”
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by Unknown Assassin » Thu Apr 25, 2019 1:05 pm

Byung possessed no hand to hand combat
skill but this mattered little for he
was more of a brawler than a skilled
black belt holder.
His moves held no logic nor does his
fighting style, he hasn't really had any
challenge and thus he was barely tested
One word was best used to describe him
and that was overwhelming, he did not
require skill for this very reason.
No one was yet to inflict harm unto him.

But he was given a pleasant surprise upon
his otherwise bone breaking atack being
blocked with little to no difficulty and
thus this put him on guard as he knew
this man was endowned with immense
strength and durability to withstand this.

His leg gently touching the lithosphere,
face as plain as a monk. But with his leg
making contact with the surface, so did the
ground recognize his footprint and with it
birthed forth something that did well to rob
both men of their oculars as particles lingered
but this mattered not to Byung, not by a longshot
for his pivotal foot had launched him like a
charging bull towards the adversary and the particle
in the air bouncing off his body due to the sheer
speed he possessed with his new position right in front
of this strange foe but this could be missed if one blinked
A testament to his unprecedented speed.


"You are strong, however............."

A series of punches gave the appearance of over a hundred fists.
This was impressive as it was manipulated in such a way that the
fist the opponent attempted to block turned out to be an after
image, giving damage simultaneously in the opposite direction as
he kept a particularly close eye on the opponent's movement and
slightest muscle twitch to ascertain this particular combat
style he had seemingly perfected.
Each blow was easily capable of levelling a mountain and Byung
wasn't pulling back any punches.

This move was especially tricky and a few quite clever fighting style utilising his speed to its fullest potential, the basic of this attack was to land hits opposite position of where the opponent guarded mixing his after image and physical punches and alternating each at the very last second.
With each punch, a dense smokescreen emerged making it harder to see or follow the sequence of assaults.
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by platinum6ix » Sun Apr 28, 2019 3:35 pm

“Sink back into nature for that is where you belong, just another ancestor who once lived. Your nutrients will be recycled by the hollow insects and slob, perhaps you will be part of a tree.”

“You're frenetic, that's all good. And you're smart as well, but let's see how hard you can go. Attack again!”

A statement made by Cider which ended with a command. It all began the very moment Byung adhered and launched forth another strike to bring his opposition to his knees. Grey particles mixed with the atmosphere the moment Byung stomped his foot against the earth to disrupt nature. He exhibited intellect to use the environment to his vantage, and was able to rub Cider off his sense of sight. Just to let the cat out of the bag, it wasn't the aid of vision did Cider utilize to block out Byung's initial assault, but his other sense of cognizance. Cider recognized Byung's reiatsu signature as it dashed through space in a rapid motion perhaps to deliver yet another physical assault. In response to such motive, Cider flicked away from his initial position leaving behind just a single clone of himself to habituate any forth coming damage. It mattered not the level of attack that must be sustained, the living image was there to serve it's purpose in connection to it's original self.


The blur in the atmosphere was enough to near blind him (Cider) and his body reacted like there's a gun to his head. His muscles were near frozen in place but later filled with such a tingling pressure he always wanted until his body was empty, for it's been a while since he flexed his muscles – decreasing the distance between himself and the pleasure as quickly as possible. But all he could see at that moment was loose forms with colour and he needed to put himself together for he knew it was all an effect of adrenaline. 

While Byung will be left preoccupied with the clone, Cider had earlier employed both fortitude and rapidity to propel his body in other to gain distance between them in a single flip into mid air, acquiring not more than twenty metres (20m) away. Before he met with the ground, he clenched both fist together in an attempt to submit a detrimental blow to the surface of the earth. The vibration will shook the solid ground far greater than a natural earthquake would. Debris will rise from the disastrous strike towards the targets and aimed to completely bury Byung into a deep near fifty metre (50m) wide subterranean, and roughly ten times his height. Should it be successful, the scarlet arrancar will be concealed in heavy rubbles and wreaked grown trees.
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by Unknown Assassin » Sun Apr 28, 2019 5:06 pm

Byung assaults landed flawlessly and a blood curdling grin
was evident on his face. Killing intent oozed of him subconsciously.
Fist pummeling away at the unfortunate victim.
Connecting without a hitch.

Byung did not hold back, he intended to kill and he was not
hiding it, glimpse of red aura escaped his iris.
Now this was the feeling he had long lost with his memory
flowing back into his head from his past life.

He was a ruthless killer and a betrayed soldier but one of the
best that Korea had ever seen and climbed the ranks quickly
with strong political backing to start a Special OP division
specialised in high profile assassinations and Byung was left
in charge but the story wasn't a happy one but unlike when he
was alive, he had lost the seven deadly sins like most hollows.

A rumble was soon felt and heard which brought about a horizontal
swipe with his left arm to clear the ocular obstructions.

"I see, quite a clever move..."

Byung complimented as a fissure moved in his direction, bringing forth
debris and any other thing a natural disaster births forth.
Byung smiled just before seemingly getting "buried" in this
overwhelming attack.
It was a "clean" hit and just then, a corporeal frame materialised
right behind the adversary with his hands slowly pocketed
and just then, the impact of his assault would otherwise hit (side of head, neck, both shoulder, and lower torso)
as if delayed and with it, the false image projected to have been buried fizzled
away.

Of course, all this came to light after he had appeared behind him
and pocketed his hands , implying his attack occurred in less than a split second.
(Picture Byakuya first encounter with Ichigo)


Byung was strong, but this man was clearly holding back but so was Byung..
This battle was just starting and thus, the cards were still hidden.

"So..... Are you ready to take me seriously?"
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Re: [Arena No.7] Day & Night

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Post by platinum6ix » Thu Jun 13, 2019 2:03 pm

I thought we won't be needing a spoiler until maybe the near end of the training. Your counter was a bit off in respect to your attack. Been blinded by your own mist, you proposed a series of 100 punches. Considering the time required to successfully accomplish that, should I assume you suspended the move hence you made this statement, “A rumble was soon felt and heard which brought about a horizontal swipe with his left arm to clear the ocular obstructions.”

Next up is, description, description, description. Your attacks so far are lacking in description. Let's review your statement, “A corporeal frame materialised
right behind the adversary with his hands slowly pocketed and just then, the impact of his assault would otherwise hit (side of head, neck, both shoulder, and lower torso).”
Are these hits supposed to be executed one after the other or simultaneously?! Let's assume it's to be done simultaneously, you failed to provide adequate description on how a single body can pull these at the same time as you mentioned here, “In less than a split second.” I can relate this move to an attack I used during our invasion on Soul society. I was able to use the aid of clones to land my hits simultaneously, and thus adequate reiatsu and control was of great importance to conjure them in the first place.

Furthermore, let's look at this statement you made here, “(Picture Byakuya first encounter with Ichigo)”. Need I remind you that this is roleplay, and you should be able to use words to paint pictures in the reader's mind. Assume the reader has never seen the anime, how do you expect they understand what you're emphasis as based on. Every other error isn't much of a deal.

Alright so far you have shown reputable intellect concerning the CBS stats. You understood what your character is capable of and have shown knowledge on how to utilize him. ”

The fog that loomed as far as he could perceive it was almost tangible, shrouding everything in a thick brown and grey veil, the light barely managing to penetrate the haze. The sounds of birdsong and motors that should have been filling the air around him all seemed to have disappeared, even his footsteps had been swallowed by the greedy beast.
It swooped in and skirted around the buildings and the trees, like a giant eraser moving indiscriminately to eradicate what was once there into something that's not. Cider stood in a pocket of it, but it only seemed like a pocket to him. He knew that he too was swallowed, erased, eradicated by this enveloping whiteness. It didn't hurt his eyes, but it was so white. Staring at it made him feel like he was staring at himself staring at nothing.
There was a terrible rumble from the surface to the depths in the belly of the earth that struck fear into every living beast. Then the earth began to move as if it were a wave on the sea and little mountains that had stood for centuries crumbled into their own foundations, trapping their occupants to a grisly death by crushing.
When the earthquake struck the noise was many magnitudes louder than thunder. The roar was at an intensity that should never to be let experienced again. 


It was an ongoing battle of potency, celerity and virtue of permanence. However, the very same fog created by Byung was ample enough to also blindfold Byung, thus having a taste of his own medicine. In spite of that, it became evident that the theory was true as Byung swung his arm horizontally to put an end to the optical struggle. Considering the little time given even while been occupied by Cider's clone, Byung managed to escape the hurdle of been buried underneath rock fragments for it was only an afterimage of him that was left only to be blown by the wind. At that time, It was a move executed in addition to lure Cider into yet another state of false reality. The scarlet figure materialized at Cider's rear to submit a mischievous blow. A vicious and frenetic being he was, but Cider was previously able to read the beast initial roundhouse kick earlier performed and thus assimilating the fact that he himself can only keep up to a partial degree. Cider perceived Byung's fist as it ran through space to strike the side of his face from behind. Impeded in a lone motion with the palm, Cider attempts to rub the opposition of mobility in a single grip as he was within reach while uttering the word, “Acid touch.” It wouldn't be a random move just to evade the strike, for his palm will secrete highly corrosive acid capable of exposing any surface to severe burn and destroying underlying tissues. Considering the close range between both figures, Cider would release violent vibrations emanating from his orifice to induce terror and descend Byung into a complete state of paralysis. To their immediate environment, the scream would shatter solid structures into minor fragments. Should Byung's skin be made of steel, the internals can be as feeble as pudding.
Acid Touch:(Available for all Reitsu control stat) A thin layer of corrosive acid that secretes from the pores on the hands, claws, paws, talons, etc. The acid is relatively mild but can leave up to 3rd degree burns depending on
the target. This works upon touching the target only and can even burn through clothes.

Hollow's Cry:(Reitsu Control Stat: E–E+) The Adjucas taps into his primal urges and unleashes a bone-chilling scream, designed to inspire fear into his opponent. Its most effective in a cone, emanating from the mouth. The reiatsu used, the larger the area. A direct hit can leave the target paralyzed in fear temporarily. The stronger the opponent, the weaker the effect.
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