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Log; Complete
When; March 29th, evening
Rating; PG for mild violence
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} & Di Roy {tiburonoculto}
Summary; The minute the 16th Arrancar arrives in the City he approaches the nearest reiatsu signature he can trace, who just so happens to be the vice-captain of the 12th, who is in no mood for a pointless fight.
Log;
Nemu would have categorized today as a “nice night”. It was a curse day, true, but not a bad one, and honestly, she liked rain, and it looked like rain, which made her pleased. And she would have continued in much the same manner, walking back to the 5th apartment building after stepping out for some fresh air of the evening, except for the small feeling that suddenly popped into her senses as if it had simply just appeared. Her head turned to the right, to where the reiatsu suddenly blipped on her radar of sorts, and paused. … Arrancar. One she did not recognize.
The sixteenth arrancar stopped, the cool night air and the feel of familiar reiatsu in the distance wrapping around him. But the nearest reiatsu he could sense wasn't Boss's. It wasn't a brother's at all... It was a freak's. Not the little one, but a freak nonetheless. One was a useless as another, right? Issuing a snigger from between jagged teeth, Di Roy began to move toward the reiatsu. Useless things should really be disposed of.
The vice captain stood still, debating in her head. Should she leave- she didn't recognize this reiatsu, which was potentially dangerous, but at the same time, the level of power in this one was nothing compared those she could note in the Espada. Something she could handle, she supposed, if it came to that. And perhaps getting a good look, identifying the newcomer, would be best. Settling on that decision, she carefully checked the zanpakutou at her waist out of forming habit, though it never had yet responded to her calls or touch. But it was there, comforting, and she always had kidou. And so, she waited.
The shinigami wasn't moving. Perhaps it was waiting for him? He hoped so. When she finally came into view, Di Roy was almost disappointed. Even with the distance between them, he could tell she was taller than the little one, though her appearance was in no way cause for intimidation. "Oh, look," he intoned, half taunting. "A shinigami and her toy." He'd take this one down, in return for falling to the other one.
Her gaze, steady dark eyes, fell on the Arrancar. She recognized him from the reports of the first Karakura town invasion, those that had come under the Sexta Espada. Her grip tightened slightly, ever so slightly, on the hilt of her blade. “Di Roy. The 16th.” Nemu intoned. “Killed at the hands of Kuchiki Rukia and Sode no Shirayuki.” Her voice was level and calm, showing no alarm. In all actuality, she felt confidant that if it came to it, and surely it would, she could defeat this one, a Numero, baring him having any abilities that had not bee accurately reflected in the reports. She supposed she would try and explain to him his situation, if he’d allow her time, but she doubted that as well.
The sixteenth merely watched her as she listed his name and rank, hand coming to rest on his own zanpakutou at the mention of his death. He smirked, revealing his misshapen teeth. "Saved me the trouble of introducing myself." He began to close the distance between them, advancing slowly at first, and then more quickly, hand still on his sword. "But I can't let you do all the work, now can I?"
The vice captain turned to fully face the advancing Arrancar, her expression blank. “You don’t wonder how you got here?” There was a slight sound, the hilt of her blade sliding out just inches, prepared to be drawn if need be. “I could tell you, if you’d listen.” But she supposed those words would be futile, probably not even heard.
"Nah. Boss'll tell me after I'm through with you." Di Roy reached one hand up, tugging at the cloth that covered his hollow mask. Even if she finished drawing her blade, she would have a hard time avoiding a cero fired at close range.
It caught her by surprise, if only because she had never seen an Arrancar fire a cero from… by all appearances, their eye. A shyunpo guided her feet; the flash of her image before it was gone, reappearing a safe distance away, about fifty feet to the Numeros right. Her zanpakutou, silent in her mind, was drawn, naked steel a faint gleam in the nighttime, reflecting the city lights in neon glows. She did not think she would need much else. But the ends of her braid were warm, a bit of a singed scent about her from the heat of the reiatsu flare. “The Sexta Espada will tell you it is not wise to kill shinigami here.”
"A tricky, tricky little freak, aren't you?" He paused and drew his own blade, the sound and feel of steel leaving its sheath sending a slight shiver of anticipation through his body. Leveling the zanpakutou at her, he laughed mockingly. "Dodging my attack and then trying to make me believe Boss would say something like that. Very tricky." On the last word, the sixteenth lunged. This attack was meant to do more than singe her.
Idly the shinigami wondered if all lower ranked Arrancar were this over-confidant, perhaps as some sort of psychological defense mechanism for their inferiority compared to their higher ranked others? Interesting. She did not dodge this time, the loud ringing of steel against steel as she brought her blade up to block, staring into one eye blankly with her own, stance firm, but not making any moves of yet other than to hold his blade where it was. “This is not anything you’ve ever seen before.” She said, dark eyes calm. “This is not our world, not Seireitei, not Hueco Mundo. This is someplace completely different. Things are not the same here.”
"No shit, freak. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to kick your ass!" He pulled his blade up and away from hers. The subsequent ringing of one blade scraped against another hung in the air as he swung in a downward arc, aiming for her unguarded midsection.
Nemu would have sighed, if she had time for sighing. Very violent, this one. She brought her sword back to bearing, arm snapping back from a quick maneuver to reverse her hold on the hilt in order to intersect his swing, the ringing of metal once again the only sound in the air. A slight frown had finally made its way to her face. “I’m a vice captain.” She finally murmured, gathering the reiatsu in her palm for a kidou. “It would not be wise for you to continue on this course of action.”
His eyes widened only slightly as she announced her rank, narrowing again when he noticed the concentration of reiatsu around her hand. He pulled away once more, searching for a line of attack that did not involve coming close to her hand. "Your position means nothing to me, freak," he spat, slowly circling around her. "And I'll be the one to say 'stop.'" There it was. The sixteenth leapt at the shinigami, thrusting at her open shoulder not with his blade, but with his hand, the hardened hierro of his skin potentially as deadly as the steel in his other hand.
His hand… the creation side-stepped, did not grit her teeth when the appendage brushed by her shoulder, drawing blood as it went. But she was pivoting on her heels, the hand glowing red reaching out to grip his forearm in continued momentum, she did not need to chant for the lower leveled kidou, they were her specialty; it was how she fought under Mayuri-sama, when not allowed her blade, which was still held in her other hand, coming up to guard point. “You’d be better off heeding it.” She warned again. Honestly, she did not wish to kill the Numeros, she did not need to attract undue attention from the Arrancar faction as a whole. “Otherwise I will stop this right now.”
"Will you now?" the Numeros questioned, shrugging out of her grasp. Really, for a vice-captain, she should have been able to hold him. "And here I thought all you could do was dodge an attack." He held up a hand in front of his face, the tips of his fingers stained red with her blood. "But it looks like you can't even do that." Sniggering again, he watched as the stains disappeared behind the forming concentration of reaitsu in his hand - a bala. She had only barely sidestepped the cero; there was no way she could dodge this.
She let him go, noting the bala in his hand with a slight twitch in the side of one eye. Instead of dodging, she realized he was far too close this time for that to be effective, she suddenly let her legs fall limp, dropping suddenly, long black braid wavering in the air above her for the briefest moment before a long bare leg shot out, kicking sharply at the 16th’s knee with a heeled foot, one hand braced, sword in fist, on the ground, and the other raised, firing off the kidou in her hand, shakahou, in the direction of the Arrancar’s head that sported the bone mask reminiscent of a hammerhead shark.
"Son of a-" The sixteenth swore as the kick knocked his legs out from under him, her blast of kidou only caught a trailing end of the cloth wrapped around his mask. His bala misfired, missing the shinigami completely and shooting harmlessly into the sky. He shifted on the ground, hand reaching out and fingers wrapping around her still outstretched ankle. "I've got you now, freak."
“I beg to differ.” The creation snapped, suddenly flipping over, ankle twisting painfully. But she was used to pain, and to causing it herself in altercations. She kicked out with her other foot, aiming at the Numeros arm, braced with her two arms and putting all her force, a considerable amount, thanks to her modified build, into that motion.
He released her ankle as her other foot came in contact with his wrist, swearing again.
There it was. Nemu flipped again, light on feet and hands, and whirled about, a short spring bringing her situated exactly where she meant to be. As Mayuri-sama’s assistant, she was quite adept at restraining things, and this situation was no different, as where she meant to be was sitting high on the arrancar’s chest, legs splayed out and pinning his arms under her heels, muscles taut, one palm pressing down hard against the bone mask on his head and the other holding her blade tip under his chin. “I beg to differ.” She repeated slowly, looking down into the one visible eye. “Now, do we have an understanding?”
As Di Roy lay prone beneath the shinigami, he found himself comparing her to a particular Privaron. Oh, but the freak's skirt was slightly longer. And tighter, too, obscuring the view a little. A shame it was. Had it been a little shorter... He aimed a kick upward, his legs being the only free parts of his body. "Naw. I don't think we do."
With a look of slight amusement, Nemu simply scooted up, sitting now more on the Arrancar’s collar, out of range of his flailing leg. “Well, regardless of whether you understand me, I am done here.” She waited a moment, shifting, before swinging a leg over and standing, only the briefest moment before she’d taken herself out of range, sheathing her blade, which… she was pleased to note did not seem empty inside so much as quiet. “You find your boss and have him explain things.” Were this their world, she would not have hesitated to kill him. But… there was no point here, and he was already dead. Disconcerting, but true.
The sixteenth pulled himself up from the ground and only briefly entertained the thought of going after her. He decided against it, sniggering to himself. He'd seen more than enough for now. "Alright, Boss. Looks like you've got a lot of shit to explain."
Rating; PG for mild violence
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} & Di Roy {tiburonoculto}Summary; The minute the 16th Arrancar arrives in the City he approaches the nearest reiatsu signature he can trace, who just so happens to be the vice-captain of the 12th, who is in no mood for a pointless fight.
Log;
Nemu would have categorized today as a “nice night”. It was a curse day, true, but not a bad one, and honestly, she liked rain, and it looked like rain, which made her pleased. And she would have continued in much the same manner, walking back to the 5th apartment building after stepping out for some fresh air of the evening, except for the small feeling that suddenly popped into her senses as if it had simply just appeared. Her head turned to the right, to where the reiatsu suddenly blipped on her radar of sorts, and paused. … Arrancar. One she did not recognize.
The sixteenth arrancar stopped, the cool night air and the feel of familiar reiatsu in the distance wrapping around him. But the nearest reiatsu he could sense wasn't Boss's. It wasn't a brother's at all... It was a freak's. Not the little one, but a freak nonetheless. One was a useless as another, right? Issuing a snigger from between jagged teeth, Di Roy began to move toward the reiatsu. Useless things should really be disposed of.
The vice captain stood still, debating in her head. Should she leave- she didn't recognize this reiatsu, which was potentially dangerous, but at the same time, the level of power in this one was nothing compared those she could note in the Espada. Something she could handle, she supposed, if it came to that. And perhaps getting a good look, identifying the newcomer, would be best. Settling on that decision, she carefully checked the zanpakutou at her waist out of forming habit, though it never had yet responded to her calls or touch. But it was there, comforting, and she always had kidou. And so, she waited.
The shinigami wasn't moving. Perhaps it was waiting for him? He hoped so. When she finally came into view, Di Roy was almost disappointed. Even with the distance between them, he could tell she was taller than the little one, though her appearance was in no way cause for intimidation. "Oh, look," he intoned, half taunting. "A shinigami and her toy." He'd take this one down, in return for falling to the other one.
Her gaze, steady dark eyes, fell on the Arrancar. She recognized him from the reports of the first Karakura town invasion, those that had come under the Sexta Espada. Her grip tightened slightly, ever so slightly, on the hilt of her blade. “Di Roy. The 16th.” Nemu intoned. “Killed at the hands of Kuchiki Rukia and Sode no Shirayuki.” Her voice was level and calm, showing no alarm. In all actuality, she felt confidant that if it came to it, and surely it would, she could defeat this one, a Numero, baring him having any abilities that had not bee accurately reflected in the reports. She supposed she would try and explain to him his situation, if he’d allow her time, but she doubted that as well.
The sixteenth merely watched her as she listed his name and rank, hand coming to rest on his own zanpakutou at the mention of his death. He smirked, revealing his misshapen teeth. "Saved me the trouble of introducing myself." He began to close the distance between them, advancing slowly at first, and then more quickly, hand still on his sword. "But I can't let you do all the work, now can I?"
The vice captain turned to fully face the advancing Arrancar, her expression blank. “You don’t wonder how you got here?” There was a slight sound, the hilt of her blade sliding out just inches, prepared to be drawn if need be. “I could tell you, if you’d listen.” But she supposed those words would be futile, probably not even heard.
"Nah. Boss'll tell me after I'm through with you." Di Roy reached one hand up, tugging at the cloth that covered his hollow mask. Even if she finished drawing her blade, she would have a hard time avoiding a cero fired at close range.
It caught her by surprise, if only because she had never seen an Arrancar fire a cero from… by all appearances, their eye. A shyunpo guided her feet; the flash of her image before it was gone, reappearing a safe distance away, about fifty feet to the Numeros right. Her zanpakutou, silent in her mind, was drawn, naked steel a faint gleam in the nighttime, reflecting the city lights in neon glows. She did not think she would need much else. But the ends of her braid were warm, a bit of a singed scent about her from the heat of the reiatsu flare. “The Sexta Espada will tell you it is not wise to kill shinigami here.”
"A tricky, tricky little freak, aren't you?" He paused and drew his own blade, the sound and feel of steel leaving its sheath sending a slight shiver of anticipation through his body. Leveling the zanpakutou at her, he laughed mockingly. "Dodging my attack and then trying to make me believe Boss would say something like that. Very tricky." On the last word, the sixteenth lunged. This attack was meant to do more than singe her.
Idly the shinigami wondered if all lower ranked Arrancar were this over-confidant, perhaps as some sort of psychological defense mechanism for their inferiority compared to their higher ranked others? Interesting. She did not dodge this time, the loud ringing of steel against steel as she brought her blade up to block, staring into one eye blankly with her own, stance firm, but not making any moves of yet other than to hold his blade where it was. “This is not anything you’ve ever seen before.” She said, dark eyes calm. “This is not our world, not Seireitei, not Hueco Mundo. This is someplace completely different. Things are not the same here.”
"No shit, freak. Doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to kick your ass!" He pulled his blade up and away from hers. The subsequent ringing of one blade scraped against another hung in the air as he swung in a downward arc, aiming for her unguarded midsection.
Nemu would have sighed, if she had time for sighing. Very violent, this one. She brought her sword back to bearing, arm snapping back from a quick maneuver to reverse her hold on the hilt in order to intersect his swing, the ringing of metal once again the only sound in the air. A slight frown had finally made its way to her face. “I’m a vice captain.” She finally murmured, gathering the reiatsu in her palm for a kidou. “It would not be wise for you to continue on this course of action.”
His eyes widened only slightly as she announced her rank, narrowing again when he noticed the concentration of reiatsu around her hand. He pulled away once more, searching for a line of attack that did not involve coming close to her hand. "Your position means nothing to me, freak," he spat, slowly circling around her. "And I'll be the one to say 'stop.'" There it was. The sixteenth leapt at the shinigami, thrusting at her open shoulder not with his blade, but with his hand, the hardened hierro of his skin potentially as deadly as the steel in his other hand.
His hand… the creation side-stepped, did not grit her teeth when the appendage brushed by her shoulder, drawing blood as it went. But she was pivoting on her heels, the hand glowing red reaching out to grip his forearm in continued momentum, she did not need to chant for the lower leveled kidou, they were her specialty; it was how she fought under Mayuri-sama, when not allowed her blade, which was still held in her other hand, coming up to guard point. “You’d be better off heeding it.” She warned again. Honestly, she did not wish to kill the Numeros, she did not need to attract undue attention from the Arrancar faction as a whole. “Otherwise I will stop this right now.”
"Will you now?" the Numeros questioned, shrugging out of her grasp. Really, for a vice-captain, she should have been able to hold him. "And here I thought all you could do was dodge an attack." He held up a hand in front of his face, the tips of his fingers stained red with her blood. "But it looks like you can't even do that." Sniggering again, he watched as the stains disappeared behind the forming concentration of reaitsu in his hand - a bala. She had only barely sidestepped the cero; there was no way she could dodge this.
She let him go, noting the bala in his hand with a slight twitch in the side of one eye. Instead of dodging, she realized he was far too close this time for that to be effective, she suddenly let her legs fall limp, dropping suddenly, long black braid wavering in the air above her for the briefest moment before a long bare leg shot out, kicking sharply at the 16th’s knee with a heeled foot, one hand braced, sword in fist, on the ground, and the other raised, firing off the kidou in her hand, shakahou, in the direction of the Arrancar’s head that sported the bone mask reminiscent of a hammerhead shark.
"Son of a-" The sixteenth swore as the kick knocked his legs out from under him, her blast of kidou only caught a trailing end of the cloth wrapped around his mask. His bala misfired, missing the shinigami completely and shooting harmlessly into the sky. He shifted on the ground, hand reaching out and fingers wrapping around her still outstretched ankle. "I've got you now, freak."
“I beg to differ.” The creation snapped, suddenly flipping over, ankle twisting painfully. But she was used to pain, and to causing it herself in altercations. She kicked out with her other foot, aiming at the Numeros arm, braced with her two arms and putting all her force, a considerable amount, thanks to her modified build, into that motion.
He released her ankle as her other foot came in contact with his wrist, swearing again.
There it was. Nemu flipped again, light on feet and hands, and whirled about, a short spring bringing her situated exactly where she meant to be. As Mayuri-sama’s assistant, she was quite adept at restraining things, and this situation was no different, as where she meant to be was sitting high on the arrancar’s chest, legs splayed out and pinning his arms under her heels, muscles taut, one palm pressing down hard against the bone mask on his head and the other holding her blade tip under his chin. “I beg to differ.” She repeated slowly, looking down into the one visible eye. “Now, do we have an understanding?”
As Di Roy lay prone beneath the shinigami, he found himself comparing her to a particular Privaron. Oh, but the freak's skirt was slightly longer. And tighter, too, obscuring the view a little. A shame it was. Had it been a little shorter... He aimed a kick upward, his legs being the only free parts of his body. "Naw. I don't think we do."
With a look of slight amusement, Nemu simply scooted up, sitting now more on the Arrancar’s collar, out of range of his flailing leg. “Well, regardless of whether you understand me, I am done here.” She waited a moment, shifting, before swinging a leg over and standing, only the briefest moment before she’d taken herself out of range, sheathing her blade, which… she was pleased to note did not seem empty inside so much as quiet. “You find your boss and have him explain things.” Were this their world, she would not have hesitated to kill him. But… there was no point here, and he was already dead. Disconcerting, but true.
The sixteenth pulled himself up from the ground and only briefly entertained the thought of going after her. He decided against it, sniggering to himself. He'd seen more than enough for now. "Alright, Boss. Looks like you've got a lot of shit to explain."