[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

The two young and wary souls were perched high into the sky, while the chaos was emanating down below. Kuro, seemingly was cooling down, the young shinigami readjusting himself on a reishi platform. Probably reflecting over his past haste, which almost led him to recklessly destroying their small advantage. Shizuka didn't mind it completely though, after all, the 3rd Seat felt like the two were well beyond a bird's eye view in terms of range. If anything, the two needed to be focused intently on the ongoing situation, dissecting the hellspawn's movement and watching carefully for his next move.
Shizuka focused in once more, mentally creating an image of the combatants below, correlating their movements to the obscene amount of reiatsu they are producing. Namely, just Avillio's energy and the Masked Man he was combating. The scene was still engulfed entirely by the emerald flames and there was no indicator of it being let up. Avillio was circling around the being, with a tremendous amount of movement, seemingly trying to corner it with more attacks that it could handle, after using the fire as a catalyst for his distraction. A flawless tactic, for one who was trying to keep his enemy on his toes. All Shizuka needed was just one, one more attack or response from the enemy. This would put the two shinigami in a larger advantage of the situation, The enemy didn't know what they were capable of, but from Shizuka and Kuro's perspective of the fight, they would have fluidity and substance in all of their coordinated attacks. Sadly, no one in the area was ready for the masked man's next assault......
The Hell spawn's reiatsu vanished from the area completely, or seemingly so. Shizuka's attentiveness kicked into overdrive, already getting a clean lock on the being's reiatsu, he was able to relocate it seamlessly. He quickly tapped Kuro on his shoulder while looking directly upwards to notify that the being was already one step ahead of the shinigami. The being stood gracefully above the two, unhindered by Tsukune, and unharmed from any attack that transpired in that well of flames that bombarded the streets below. The two would only stare at the masked figure for less than a second before they felt a small clasp on their ankles
CLINK
Shizuka immediately stared down on his right ankle to see what was generating this cold feeling. Shizuka's eye's were extremely keen, but all he saw below him were the emerald flames on the street wilting down little by little. Rarely has his awareness failed him, but tonight was one of those moments, and before he could even further analyze what was happening, the momentum of his body swung down to the earth at ridiculous speeds. The last thing gracing the corner of Shizuka's eyes before it transpired was the sight of his 7th Seat, moving in the opposite direction of him. The Masked Man looking down upon the world.
BOOM
Shizuka crashed directly into a building, one that was influenced by the smoldering flames that caressed the street. To a normal human, or even most shinigami the feeling of the melted cement to one's skin would produce an everlasting burn to the skin. Shizuka was baking in it, but resisted it's presence as a whole as he tried to recover from the damage caused by the vicious slam he received. He had experienced heat, several times over, hotter than what he was covered in. To the 3rd Seat the sensation, was no hotter than a fresh hot spring. Laid out on his side, Shizuka sat upwards and shook off the gravel and dust produced by his crash. Still concerned about his right ankle, he took a quick glance of what was there. It was more apparent now then it was before, with the residue and debris sitting atop something invisible on his leg. Shizuka quickly unsheathed his zanpakuto from his sitting position and swung at the "space" that slightly held up the debris. Cleaving through the gravel flawlessly, he heard the metal clink once more. Then the sensation of the chain disappeared from his ankle suddenly, he knew something was up. When he looked at the masked being before he was launched, there was no visual cue that he had hooked the two, nor did he even glance at his supposed "targets" at all for the attack. Also the chains that emanated from him, were always visible. It'd be dumb to assume that making the invisible chains was another add on to his abilities, because was why wouldn't he just always use the invisible chains to never let his enemies know what he was doing. The only thing Shizuka's mind could fathom at the time was that there was an external source that slammed he and Kuro into the ground. That was the last piece of info Shizuka would try to gather, now that their position had been found, it was time to fight.
Shizuka's reiatsu began to well up from inside the building, his presence would be felt all around the city. Street lights and buildings like would begin to sputter erratically, as his reiatsu spiked higher and higher. He began to stand up on his two feet once more, and simultaneously and mark appeared on his neck-bone area

Upon that symbol appearing, the pressure around the area would get even damper. A pillar of lightning would exude from the building Shizuka resided in, crashing down onto the building, crumbling it to a near infinite amount pieces before a giant reiatsu manifestation of a panther forms and erodes the building completely.

The panther's roar would resemble the sound of thunder. A deafening thunderclap whose sound not only weakens the eardrums of everyone in the vicinity, but shakes the very foundations of the earth itself.
"Fulminate, Hirameku-Hitouchi!"

Gentai Kaijo, was activated upon Shizuka's wishes. His power that was merely a fraction of his true strength was completely unveiled. Shizuka only had one being in his sight, and it was masked figure who stood in the air perched so gallantly. The building he once stood in was completely obliterated with no trace, and he stood in the air, eyeing the masked man, emanating his killer intent upon him. He heard the side bar noises of Avillio taunting him about the current situation at hand, but he ignored it completely. Instead without losing sight of his target he yelled to Kuro, whom he had assumed relieved himself from the invisible chains.
"There's something down there that produced those chains. take care of it! The Masked One is mine and nobody elses, make sure of that!"
He was sure that the humans were not deaf completely from the sound of his thunder, but the last statement was a nod to them as well. Even Avillio, whose help would be nothing but beneficial in the fight, was prompted to stay away. As the words escaped his lips, his reiatsu flared up once more, and the black prongs on his Zanpakuto begin to sprout out streams of electricity.
Raimei Yōshiki (雷鳴様式 , Thunder Style; Thunder Stance)
His body immediately bled into a shunpo, his speed visually turning his body into a bolt of lightning traveling through the sky. He reappeared merely feet away from the Togabito, with his Zanpakuto encased within his right hand sitting below his waist. The blade was glowing a fluorescent white, and shined gracefully off of the moonlight even as his ascent towards the masked man made the blade become indistinguishable. Shizuka swung upwards at the masked man, hoping to strike anything on his person successfully. Shizuka was wary of the chains he could manifest, but regardless if the chains touched his Zanpakuto or the masked man was struck by the blade. The resulting interaction would be the masked man launched even further into the sky directly above the troposphere. The clouds in the sky would disperse completely from the strike and the deafening roar of thunder would reign over the area once more. The repulsion of force being so strong that it produces a gust of wind onto the ground they were above, and erases the dying emerald flames from the street completely. Leaving nothing but the flickering lights from the non-affected buildings.

 

[Shinigami]

Chōfu airport. Situated west of Tokyo. Distance of 12 kilometers or 7.5 miles from it. An airplane from England has finally arrived. Its passengers start coming out, as one man stands upon the stairs.
Martin's eyes looked around.

"Damn… How long's it been ta be back'ere? Isn’t it fun to be back in ya own country again? Especially wi’that thing, whatever it is."

A voice is heard. One that is warm, happy and quite cheery for the moodiness that goes for most people.
News of the death of a high ranked executive from a prestigious pharmaceutical company is making the news globally. As Martin would state, in broken English,

'Another job, good job.'

His arrival in Japan is one he finds himself rather enjoyable - as he senses all that stuff's happening.

'My, oh my. I wonder what we got'ere.'

The feeling he gets is similar to what he sensed many times before - those monsters. Albeit it feels a bit different.
Unlike others, who know of the term “Hollow”, Martin doesn't. His knowledge all comes from the various spirits he interacts with - especially for matters of the world of the dead. He has knowledge of those calling themselves as Shinigami, but Martin calls them Reapers and Hollows are called as monsters.
Nonetheless, he understands that there are odd beings around - even lacking the proper knowledge in regards to the terminology. And so, Martin walks, his aim to leave the airport as fast as possible.
Through check, customs and more, Martin drags his body as fast as possible, a small briefcase on his side held by his left hand. On his right hand a ring - the Orbis.
It was the item through which he could call for powers - Martin did not know the proper name yet and so he just called them powers.
And so, Martin managed to come out of the Airport, his eyes looking for a taxi.

“If only I had my bike parked around.”

While it is true that he is a capable user of Bringer Lighter, a Master at it, it will be nigh impossible to use it now - especially since the airport has many, many onlookers. If one were to notice and even worse capture Martin’s Bringer Light usage on a video, then that would be a big issue.
And so, he opted for a cab, getting inside it and telling the driver to go for a spot that lacked people. From there, he would then Bringer Light to the vicinity of this place of dread he had sensed.

Moving from
Airport
To
Abandoned area

 

[Shinigami]

Kaiiito-!
Kuro’s lips halt in their parting, encapsulating the conjured yell within the confines of his mouth, just as a slight tug is felt on the back of his collar. He peers back with his blade still drawn, the look of his superior somewhat grave and disappointed, his casual and usually lackadaisical voice reprimands the young Shinigami.
“What the hell was that kuro?”
Kuro looks down at his Zanpakuto—it remains unreleased, his eyes examining the blade with a look of confusion, sharing Shizuka’s thoughts about the impulsive actions of the seated officer.
“I…”
“We don't have enough intel yet to even plan a proper assault, don't just rush in because you spot an opportunity to use your Zanpakuto”
The experience began to speak for itself as Kuro’s instinctive and almost primal nature was overshadowed by reason and tact. Perhaps Shizuka was correct. A veteran of many battles—not unlike Kuro—there was a reason he held the rank he did. The old man had assigned Shizuka as the official liaison for all operations in Naruki City that required him, whilst Lieutenant Kasumi handled the in-house measures. Kuro’s shoulders somewhat slouch, the grip on his zanpakuto loosening although still fairly firm. Even standing side by side along the reishi platforms Shizuka looked over him in height, as attentive as always.
"You noticed Tsukune being trapped into those chains, right? I'm assuming this bastard has complete control over them to the point where they're tentacles basically. Though..... he only has two, one on his left and one on his right. I don't want to make a serious gamble on this, but we need to find a way to have him indisposed with both chains occupied."
Again, Shizuka speaks, his assessment of the situation clear and thorough. He was correct, the fry-cook was entangled in the chains, but the important thing was that there was only one to be manipulated by each arm. Distracting, or rather occupying an individual arm could possibly create an opening of some kind. The operation in itself was dangerous, strenuous, a plethora of lives in the balance. Most seemed to ignore it, but Kuro’s eyes couldn’t help but dance along the vestigial pit of hell coalescing beyond the parted doors. The despair of it’s aura indisputable, the intensity of its crimson far beyond blood.
"Let's keep watching for a few more, then we'll go in. Tell me what you find from this monster's defensive movements that we can expose."
And as such, he watched closely, assessing the battlefield with a level of detail that was absent before. The Fry Cook’s situation remained dire, ensnared in a nest of chains flourishing with red, hellish energy. Avillio seemed to have something more in mind, his acrobatic frame being used to his advantage, twisting and contorting mid-air, the very composition of his fullbringer powers keeping him from the ground as the area was engulfed in emerald flames. That same hue is cast’ then upon both Kuro and Shizuka, a green light battling with red for dominance over the melted streets.
There is only a moment, a single fluctuation of the hellspawn’s reiatsu that gives way to different action. It feels as if hie reiatsu dwindles, before spiking back upward again, when in reality it was simply displaced. In an instant, a blur, from the bottom of the streets to now just beneath the clouds. Kuro had to reel his neck upward a significant agree just to spot him. On a platform even far above them, he stood in a stationary position with chains hanging down by his side. What’s apparent immediately is the lack of Tsukune within said chains, apparently released and barreled violently into the melting pit of asphalt.
As he plummets, he find himself directly in the path of Avillio’s own attempt to utterly dismantle the Togabito. A savvy manipulation of his trusty pan shields him from such a dangerous attack, whilst also sending him flying into a building in the distance. Assess the defense of this creature? Shizuka’s words resonate, but hardly found meaning. There was no display of defense, only power and elusiveness. To find an opening would be difficult, but they had to keep their eyes peeled.
An odd separation of the adversary’s reiatsu is extracted, identified, barreling towards them. Too small to be an attack, too large to ignore—
Kuro’s eyes travel downward, Shizuka’s seem to do so in Unison before they briefly look at each other in a spell of confusion. As something tugs on his right ankle, tightly, grasping him against his will; he’d felt it coming but was powerless to react with the necessary haste. The sudden force of the invisible clasps in unveiled, throwing both Kuro and Shizuka in opposite directions. He travels through the sky, coiling and tightening his shape as he tumbles against the turbulent air. Like a cannonball he soars, and inevitably meets a target. Crashing through the confines of an already damaged building, layers of brick, glass, and other extensions of stone and wood foundation pile atop him against his will. Subsequently his reiryoku is molded throughout his core, balanced through every crevice of his body before exerted as Reiatsu. The very heat and flame-like composition of it surrounds him, shields him, the wax-like concrete pouring over to no avail.
As Kuro dug himself from beneath the rubble, his vibrant orange glow began to peer through the confines of the mountainous debris. With his vision restored, he looks intently at the ground below, the Togabito still far above him in the sky. Whichever remaining street lights that had not yet been destroyed begin to flicker sporadically, electricity in the surrounding blocks shows the same interruption of a power source. Shizuka’s figure in the rubble of the opposite building can hardly be made out, yet his reiatsu is unmistakable. It flourishes, expands, explodes. Increasing violently, Kuro feels it reach a peak, stagnant for a moment. Just as it peaks, it rolls over the hill, spiraling towards new, unprecedented heights. The building housing such a prolific figure is instantly eradicated—a rain of dust and drywall the only remnant of what once stood. A massive pillar of lightning comes crashing down through the clouds darkened by the Togabito’s presence. The shape of a massive feline ripples through the sky. Teeth, eyes, voracious claws all visible through the manifestation of this violent lightning. It roars, though its undertone is not accompanied by a purr, but instead an earth-shaking thunderclap.
His blade unsealed, Shizuka stands ready to combat the monster himself. Without him saying a word, Kuro understands the risk that the spiritually aware humans would take had they been caught in the crossfire of the battle that was about to ensue. Avillio was perhaps more capable than the others, but he too was in danger.
His words surrounding the duo were perhaps deemed necessary in the moment, but quickly became insignificant as the urgency of the situation increases even further.
“So! You guys got any ideas or you here for comedic relief?”
He jests, while quite obviously asking for their aid. There is hardly time to respond directly to it, Shizuka his direct superior yelling out orders just before he engages the foe independently.
“There's something down there that produced those chains. take care of it! The Masked One is mine and nobody elses, make sure of that!"
“Hai!”
In response Kuro’s reiatsu also continues to flare, His blade drawn as he scans the area for any sign of such invisible force. Simultaneously, he braces himself for resistance from Avillio or anyone else that would dare to defy Shizuka’s order.
“I know you want to help. But I can’t let you do that.”

He faces Avillio now, the flames of his reiatsu flickering off his body in a deep orange aura. Still sealed, Kuro had understood that he was no threat to the fullbringer leader, but perhaps in light of what was happening, he’d respect the gesture either way. Perhaps tending to tsukune was something that required his immediate attention.

 

[Shinigami]

The meager lifeforms below him slowly begin to understand the gravity of the situation and yet they still resist. The light of the flames that melt and destroy their street reflect off his mask, that unchanging, stagnant expression that it wears observes all that takes place below him. Their attempt to salvage their fleeting lives and their attempt to oppose him all so that they may live for a few more breaths. Strugglers are what is set before him and no matter the amount of confidence they may have in their actions, no matter the conviction or willingness to sacrifice themselves they are strugglers all the same. Just as before his eyes shift and drift across this burning street, looking upon everything that is his for the taking.
The fry cook, he had so graciously let go out of necessity rather than want, decided to flee from the area. This was a wise act, one that he should have stuck with if he were as wise as the action he just took. The same rocket maneuver he used to escape is used to return to the inferno, an act of desperation to save Avillio. He succeeds, knocking Avillio out of harm's way of the crushing car, but at what cost? His already broken body couldn't hope to hold out much longer than it already has, after all, he's only human. His next action sees him striking at the car, sending it flying while inadvertently saving the life of Sukoshi in the process. The poor boy found himself in a world of hellfire and chaos, this world is unfamiliar to him, and like the human he is, he runs from the unknown and unfamiliar seeking refuge within the darkness of an alley.
The assumed leader of this band of humans continues to issue out orders to a boy who had lost the will to fight back. These orders fall onto the deaf ears of one who rather run and hide to live another day. Such an admirable quality these humans possess, self-preservation that is. Through the will of that alone have they managed to survive for this long while their world burns down around them.
Things then become interesting as the Spiritual Pressure in the area increases though this is not of his own doing, instead it resonates from another, a Shinigami to be specific. The teal haired Shinigami reduced the building he was slammed through into nothing but rubble, this sudden spike in Reiatsu an interesting change. Now, how would this power boost aid him in his fight? What would he do now that the full well of his power has been released? The answers to the questions are swiftly answered as the spiritual guardian releases the power of his blade, the electrical discharge reflects off of the deadpan eyes of the Togabito's mask. More orders are shouted to his second followed by what can only be described as his form turning into a bolt of lightning that raced to his location. He reappears before his gaze, taking his humanoid form once more now that his speed has halted. A few feet exist between him and the Shinigami that swings his blade upward with an offensive effort to damage him.
The blade swings and misses its target by inches, the swordsman must know the length of his blade, the range he must be at to cut his target, surely he is no amateur. However, this is through no fault of the swordsman; everything he had done, every meticulous thought he put into cutting down his foe was thwarted by the same unmoving man he wished to cut. There is a tug at his collar by some unknown force that would transition into him being thrown down to the fiery pits below with substantial force and speed. With his blade making contact with just the air it swung against there is no subsequent fate of the Sinner being launched into the air. Being displaced by such a throw the lightning Shinigami would be forced to fight against the pull of the Hell Gate and the downpour of the Hellion's Reiatsu. Even this ambient danger that is ever looming, attempting to crush and pull all living souls into its maw of flames would not be enough to quell the storm of that is the life of the Shinigami he fights. Again there is a tightness felt, this time on the face of Shizuka. This tightness, similar to the one that had gripped him earlier by his ankle, clutches onto his head pressure building by the second as if to crush his skull. Though this would be considered an immediate danger the secondary nature of this ominous sensation pushes the man down towards the ground accelerating his descent to the melting street below tenfold. Should he crash into the street below he would become submerged in the thick, suffocating, and melting tar of the hellscape street.

 

[Shinigami]

The flames of heat that shrouded the area due to Tsukune's heat and the hell gates aura blazed Naruki city so hard, the epicenter became a molten goo; further out from the area as the heat dispersed buildings caught fire, people passed out or evacuating, the city was a mess. Tsukune could barely keep his eyes open as he looked out from the rubble he found himself under, seeing blue lights dance across the sky. Sometime, if he ever got the chance… he should tell the Shinigami, Shizuka how beautiful his lightning was… not that the Shinigami would care; Tsukune knew it was their job to protect the souls of Naruki. In some small way he wanted to help, thankful he managed to save a woman from sure death, but knew many more besides just her would die before whatever this was, was going to end.
Avillo… what was he doing exactly? That question ran through his mind momentarily as he reviewed in his head how he barely managed to save his Fullbringer 'friend' from being crushed by a car. He noted Avillo acting out of it the entire time that thing attacked.
Tsukune flinched, moving his head, turning it to look at his arm, which he couldn't feel, or even move anymore. He felt his long white hair being pulled as he tried to lift his head, but to no avail, it was stuck underneath more rubble. He took his hot skillet, and burned the ends of his hair stuck under the rock, then lifted his head so he could see that arm better… and what he saw completely devastated the frycook. The remnants of his long bangs covered his bubbling watery pupils, before he fell back over and used his good arm to cover his face. He didn't want anyone else to see him crying… for a cook, to loose one's hands is way more devastating than losing a life. Cooking is life; The was no doubt in Tsukune's mind, that his arm couldn't be saved. It was completely crushed by the Togabito's chains.
The tears would flow further as the adrenaline of battle started to deteriorate and the pain settled in. As the pain erupted throughout the humans entire body it didn't matter if he hid the embarrassment of crying like a child when he was a grown man anymore; his other arm slid off of his face and slumped next to his head, before his emerald green eyes changed hues, and Tsukune finally faded. With him passing out, the emerald flames dispersed; The flames around the battle area dwindled, and Tsukune's Reiryoku vanished.