Post by Shinpachi on Jan 23, 2007 22:22:24 GMT -5
Over time the very foundations which kept Seireitei in tact slowly changed, first by fixing the flaws within their biased government, and finishing off the remaining threats. Having defeated the Arankaru by sheer luck of a single thread; slowly each of those heros fade into memories as time surpases them, leaving their legacies and honor for their loved ones to follow and cherish. Now following the timeline of centuries later, we see that some have had children to proceed them, while others are lost and become mere relics of the past.
Now following the life of 16 year old Etsuko Shinpachi and his comrades, whom none the less know where to find trouble and good fights. They are The Vaizard Corps, a newly organized squad for the sole reason of Invasion and Warfare, having only Nine Members within the small yet powerful tactic force.
Other main characters such as Kusajishi Yachiru, ex vice captain of the 11th Division, and Zaraki Kenpachi's closet associate, whom after time has grown quite considerably. being much more innocent and full of optimistic nature than before. Though now a well breed Vaizard, she is no doubt the strongest within the tact force, having the immense power inherited from the God of War, also known as Zaraki; where as her Inner Hollow makes her considerably invincible. Kurosaki Yuzu, younger sister of Ichigo-kun has also become a Shinigami not to long ago, also taking in Vaizard. It is unknown if she is strong enough to be considered worth mention, nor is her Zanpaktou known to the public, as she has never drawn it...
Chapter 1 - No Explanation
The sound of small crickets ranged in the night within Seireitei as Shinpachi laid quietly upon his back, eyes closed as the wind whiped through his red tinted silky hair. While most people walk around without a leather jacket and white scarf hanging daintly round his neck, Shin tends to be the opposite of common sense, in efforts to be unique and different. As claimed, he wears a leather jacket over his black short sleeved shirt; it being tightly placed upon his skin to the point his masculine figure shows. In reality the short sleeved shirt is designed as a turtle neck, the black collar stretching up his neck tightly yet gently, crossing his upper torso before tucking into his blue jeans. Belted tightly the jeans are long and loose, keeping it tightly secure upon his waist, the sky blue pants extending to his ankles, even though his jeans are still baggy, they are secure at the bottom and safe in footing. His black in color leather jacket has that of a cross, a sun engraved on the left side of the jacket, white in color; he is not christian however, and will undoubtedly beat the living crap out of you for claiming him so. Yet being a Shinigami he is unsure what his belief is, uncommon for Shinigami in his era whom have already submitted to the will of the larger 'God', also called by humans the Christ. He wears black shoes with white laces, the side having that of a lightning bolt, though still not giving him the power to fully control lightning. Black fingerless gauntlets crawl up to the bottom of his elbows, being small with only a small plate of silver armor on the back side of his hand aswell as forearm. A black eyepatch crosses his right eye, which he lost during a smalls kirmish to the east; and a black bandana flows around his hairline, leaving a few strands of hair within the middle of his forhead. Green is within the middle of bandana aswell, making it an oddly color.
"Yachiru-san, what was Kenpachi like.." The boy would simply ask, eyes still closed as the pink haired young woman slowly stepped into the field; however with such a large spirit power it would be easy to sense her from miles. She giggles at first, unsure how to answer her fellow vaizard with honesty. "He was like 1,000 Shinigami in one.." She sat down beside him, running her delicate fingers through her somewhat longer hair. She had grown, in appearance similar to Matsumoto of old; without the boobs.
Opening his emerald eyes the younger vaizard smiled somewhat teasingly, taunting her. "It was said Ichigo had the strength of 100,000 Shinigami, if he was able to stop... err... that flaming sword thing.." The boy clumsily spoke, narrowing his eyes to the left as he felt dumb. He was a shinigami, yet knew nothing of them.. or their history. Yachiru chuckles this time, then grows quiet. A hell butterfly looms over their head and she listens... eyes widening ever so large at the every moment. Shooting up she waves for Shin to come whom blinks rather.. dumbfoundedly once again.
".....M-mas..." A yound man about the age of 18 sits on his knees within a labatory, naked and soaking wet. Hiseyes are shakey as he gasps for breathe, looking to his left and right. Spotting broken bits of glass and a large tank, aswell as bloodly boies around him: dead. Being within the research divisions office unknowningly the lone man crawls slowly to a desk. Gazing at the various screens above him. His eyes are crimson red, the images of various data coming into his brain as he memorizes it all with a simply look. "...S-sense.." He chokes, grabbing his lungs falling forward; his head crashing violently against the floor. below his knees. Blood pours from his scalp but he doesn't feel it, yet infact he likes the feeling. With a wary gaze to the right he spots a small micro-chip, grasping it between his fingers. Sitting up on his knee's again he takes in the figure, size, capacity of the object before putting it on his tongue; swallowing it. However he chokes again, coughing it up with a few drops of blood as he looks it over again. Looking at the screen his left hand slowly reaches up his neck, feeling a tab. It was similar to a pouch, and he puts the chip within it curiously; after severaly failed attempts leaving his neck scrated and bloody. What he see's afterwards is unknown as his eyes widen to their max extent, both his hands rushing up to his skul as he grabs his brain. "AHHHHHHHH!!" He continues to shout and cry, e=never blinking. This lasts for a total of 5 minutes before he then shakily stands; breathe easing as his eyes slowly crawl to the side, inspecting his surronding. Walking towards a door he opens it, his eyes falling down to a normal blank look. Finding some clothes he puts them on, eyes transfixed on the various screens as he works. With a smirk he brings his right hand infront of his face, hiw white spiky hair wavering behind him as he clenches and unclenches his hand. "Damn this feels good..." Grinning deviantly he looks up, spotting the door. Within moments it is pushed open and he finds the room filled with various Shinigami seats. "Don't Move!" One shouts as another draws his zanpaktou, "He can't act anyways, they've hidden the data." With a grim smile the underestimated young man disappears in a flicker, only to reappear behind one; having already snatched the blade out its sheathe... aswell as cut through the seated officers side. "It was't very well hidden either." He turns around, glancing at all the others within the room. "CC#182, I challenge... you all. If you would like; you may call me Arakida.." Smirking Arakida opens his palm towards the group of 10, his eyes blazing with insanity as he charges it up. "Cero..." With those words a large orange light extends out of the room and through the whole building; destroying everything within its radius of 100 feet; causing the building to begin to collapse. "Shinigami... are weak.."
Arriving on the scene just as the cero went off Yachiru and Shinpachi stop in shock as the blast rocks the entre building; unsure what to do. However not waiting Shin rushes forth, entering the divisons office, and spotting Arakida 60 feet away. "OI! Who the Hell are you?!" Arakida, whom had just turned to leave gazed over his shoulder, an eyebrow raising. "Just another creation of you pathetic Shinigami..." With that his figure dissolves into what seems to be small particles of data, leaving Shin confused as the building collapses around him. With a faint yell he flickers out to safety, looking south. He was unsure where the 'creation' went, yet he could tell it was somewhere still in Soul Soceity. Without saying much the boy took off, leaving Yachiru to simply gather herself at witnessing a Cero. Something she hadn't seen used by any others than herself and other vaizards in... [glow=red,2,300]"Centuries."[/glow]
Running down the roads the red haired child skids to a halt, his blade's hilt appearing in his right hand as he grips the large brown zanpaktou, his emerald optics searching through the night. As thought the enemy was accessing the gate to the human world, causing Shin to cringe. Without hesitation the reckless boy put his left hand above his face, white forming as a white mask appears, afterwhich he pulls over his face. Without speaking he charges up his blade pointing it at Arakida, gathering a large static of yellow. "I hope this works.." He whispers to himself, flickering away. Materilizing crouched below the front of Arakida he has his blade behind him, ready to be swung in the nature of a baseball bat. With a large sweep the blade slices through the air, the yellow static extending down slightly aswell as he aims for the creations neck. Though fails completely.. and shockingly. Arakida whom had already known the others approach simply leaned back; his spine cracking as his foot bends and his palms touch the ground, in a way too flexible fashion for comfort. However with this his left foot suddenly shoots upward in a seemingly upper cut; the tip of the foot colliding with Shinpachi's chin thus straightening the boy. Without warning Arakida also thrusts his right foot up in a gut kick, causing the boy to let go of his zanpaktou and fly backwards, soon to be rolls. Standing stright without help of his hands Arakida giggles to himself, walking through the portal. "Hope you have fun in the dirt~" He simply calls to Shin before vanishing in white.
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Shin's Appearance: img179.imageshack.us/img179/73/dgraymanrabibyokunisensmc2.jpg
Now following the life of 16 year old Etsuko Shinpachi and his comrades, whom none the less know where to find trouble and good fights. They are The Vaizard Corps, a newly organized squad for the sole reason of Invasion and Warfare, having only Nine Members within the small yet powerful tactic force.
Other main characters such as Kusajishi Yachiru, ex vice captain of the 11th Division, and Zaraki Kenpachi's closet associate, whom after time has grown quite considerably. being much more innocent and full of optimistic nature than before. Though now a well breed Vaizard, she is no doubt the strongest within the tact force, having the immense power inherited from the God of War, also known as Zaraki; where as her Inner Hollow makes her considerably invincible. Kurosaki Yuzu, younger sister of Ichigo-kun has also become a Shinigami not to long ago, also taking in Vaizard. It is unknown if she is strong enough to be considered worth mention, nor is her Zanpaktou known to the public, as she has never drawn it...
Chapter 1 - No Explanation
The sound of small crickets ranged in the night within Seireitei as Shinpachi laid quietly upon his back, eyes closed as the wind whiped through his red tinted silky hair. While most people walk around without a leather jacket and white scarf hanging daintly round his neck, Shin tends to be the opposite of common sense, in efforts to be unique and different. As claimed, he wears a leather jacket over his black short sleeved shirt; it being tightly placed upon his skin to the point his masculine figure shows. In reality the short sleeved shirt is designed as a turtle neck, the black collar stretching up his neck tightly yet gently, crossing his upper torso before tucking into his blue jeans. Belted tightly the jeans are long and loose, keeping it tightly secure upon his waist, the sky blue pants extending to his ankles, even though his jeans are still baggy, they are secure at the bottom and safe in footing. His black in color leather jacket has that of a cross, a sun engraved on the left side of the jacket, white in color; he is not christian however, and will undoubtedly beat the living crap out of you for claiming him so. Yet being a Shinigami he is unsure what his belief is, uncommon for Shinigami in his era whom have already submitted to the will of the larger 'God', also called by humans the Christ. He wears black shoes with white laces, the side having that of a lightning bolt, though still not giving him the power to fully control lightning. Black fingerless gauntlets crawl up to the bottom of his elbows, being small with only a small plate of silver armor on the back side of his hand aswell as forearm. A black eyepatch crosses his right eye, which he lost during a smalls kirmish to the east; and a black bandana flows around his hairline, leaving a few strands of hair within the middle of his forhead. Green is within the middle of bandana aswell, making it an oddly color.
"Yachiru-san, what was Kenpachi like.." The boy would simply ask, eyes still closed as the pink haired young woman slowly stepped into the field; however with such a large spirit power it would be easy to sense her from miles. She giggles at first, unsure how to answer her fellow vaizard with honesty. "He was like 1,000 Shinigami in one.." She sat down beside him, running her delicate fingers through her somewhat longer hair. She had grown, in appearance similar to Matsumoto of old; without the boobs.
Opening his emerald eyes the younger vaizard smiled somewhat teasingly, taunting her. "It was said Ichigo had the strength of 100,000 Shinigami, if he was able to stop... err... that flaming sword thing.." The boy clumsily spoke, narrowing his eyes to the left as he felt dumb. He was a shinigami, yet knew nothing of them.. or their history. Yachiru chuckles this time, then grows quiet. A hell butterfly looms over their head and she listens... eyes widening ever so large at the every moment. Shooting up she waves for Shin to come whom blinks rather.. dumbfoundedly once again.
".....M-mas..." A yound man about the age of 18 sits on his knees within a labatory, naked and soaking wet. Hiseyes are shakey as he gasps for breathe, looking to his left and right. Spotting broken bits of glass and a large tank, aswell as bloodly boies around him: dead. Being within the research divisions office unknowningly the lone man crawls slowly to a desk. Gazing at the various screens above him. His eyes are crimson red, the images of various data coming into his brain as he memorizes it all with a simply look. "...S-sense.." He chokes, grabbing his lungs falling forward; his head crashing violently against the floor. below his knees. Blood pours from his scalp but he doesn't feel it, yet infact he likes the feeling. With a wary gaze to the right he spots a small micro-chip, grasping it between his fingers. Sitting up on his knee's again he takes in the figure, size, capacity of the object before putting it on his tongue; swallowing it. However he chokes again, coughing it up with a few drops of blood as he looks it over again. Looking at the screen his left hand slowly reaches up his neck, feeling a tab. It was similar to a pouch, and he puts the chip within it curiously; after severaly failed attempts leaving his neck scrated and bloody. What he see's afterwards is unknown as his eyes widen to their max extent, both his hands rushing up to his skul as he grabs his brain. "AHHHHHHHH!!" He continues to shout and cry, e=never blinking. This lasts for a total of 5 minutes before he then shakily stands; breathe easing as his eyes slowly crawl to the side, inspecting his surronding. Walking towards a door he opens it, his eyes falling down to a normal blank look. Finding some clothes he puts them on, eyes transfixed on the various screens as he works. With a smirk he brings his right hand infront of his face, hiw white spiky hair wavering behind him as he clenches and unclenches his hand. "Damn this feels good..." Grinning deviantly he looks up, spotting the door. Within moments it is pushed open and he finds the room filled with various Shinigami seats. "Don't Move!" One shouts as another draws his zanpaktou, "He can't act anyways, they've hidden the data." With a grim smile the underestimated young man disappears in a flicker, only to reappear behind one; having already snatched the blade out its sheathe... aswell as cut through the seated officers side. "It was't very well hidden either." He turns around, glancing at all the others within the room. "CC#182, I challenge... you all. If you would like; you may call me Arakida.." Smirking Arakida opens his palm towards the group of 10, his eyes blazing with insanity as he charges it up. "Cero..." With those words a large orange light extends out of the room and through the whole building; destroying everything within its radius of 100 feet; causing the building to begin to collapse. "Shinigami... are weak.."
Arriving on the scene just as the cero went off Yachiru and Shinpachi stop in shock as the blast rocks the entre building; unsure what to do. However not waiting Shin rushes forth, entering the divisons office, and spotting Arakida 60 feet away. "OI! Who the Hell are you?!" Arakida, whom had just turned to leave gazed over his shoulder, an eyebrow raising. "Just another creation of you pathetic Shinigami..." With that his figure dissolves into what seems to be small particles of data, leaving Shin confused as the building collapses around him. With a faint yell he flickers out to safety, looking south. He was unsure where the 'creation' went, yet he could tell it was somewhere still in Soul Soceity. Without saying much the boy took off, leaving Yachiru to simply gather herself at witnessing a Cero. Something she hadn't seen used by any others than herself and other vaizards in... [glow=red,2,300]"Centuries."[/glow]
Running down the roads the red haired child skids to a halt, his blade's hilt appearing in his right hand as he grips the large brown zanpaktou, his emerald optics searching through the night. As thought the enemy was accessing the gate to the human world, causing Shin to cringe. Without hesitation the reckless boy put his left hand above his face, white forming as a white mask appears, afterwhich he pulls over his face. Without speaking he charges up his blade pointing it at Arakida, gathering a large static of yellow. "I hope this works.." He whispers to himself, flickering away. Materilizing crouched below the front of Arakida he has his blade behind him, ready to be swung in the nature of a baseball bat. With a large sweep the blade slices through the air, the yellow static extending down slightly aswell as he aims for the creations neck. Though fails completely.. and shockingly. Arakida whom had already known the others approach simply leaned back; his spine cracking as his foot bends and his palms touch the ground, in a way too flexible fashion for comfort. However with this his left foot suddenly shoots upward in a seemingly upper cut; the tip of the foot colliding with Shinpachi's chin thus straightening the boy. Without warning Arakida also thrusts his right foot up in a gut kick, causing the boy to let go of his zanpaktou and fly backwards, soon to be rolls. Standing stright without help of his hands Arakida giggles to himself, walking through the portal. "Hope you have fun in the dirt~" He simply calls to Shin before vanishing in white.
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Shin's Appearance: img179.imageshack.us/img179/73/dgraymanrabibyokunisensmc2.jpg
