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Re: Prison Release Program
Fri Dec 06, 2019 12:47 pm
The Madman of the Outlands
Oda Tatsuya
おだ たつや
おだ たつや
Oh, bliss she'd gained some arrogance and was ready to fight this battle. No longer was she being held down by some sort of ignorance of power. No, she was swinging those swords with passion. An obvious blow flew towards him at his chest. Parrying it would be a little matter for him. But he wanted to feel her blows more. It struck him to center on his chest as a small trickle began flowing. It hadn't gone deep enough to send a spray of crimson into the air. Just a line beginning to flow downwards. Her second blade came down raking across his skin now. Such intoxicating fun he would have here. He used a single-handled style to further enjoy this feast. Swinging his sword from left to right attempting to cut her. That was his end goal in all of this. To let her feel a small cut on her torso. He didn't aim for a deep slash again. Holding back so he could enjoy each moment. It was so nice to face someone who found it certainly. His grin became larger as he started laughing hysterically.
What fun this was now he could begin fighting her. Swinging his sword from every angle he brought it down on her quickly. But his swing was slow yet as he wanted enjoyment. She could easily dodge it he imagined. He didn't bother showing his speed yet. No, he wanted this, this familiar sensation that chased away regret. Combat without anything else in the way. He didn't care about Hachiman or his zanpakuto. No, he wanted to purely enjoy the nature of this fight. He didn't bother letting the element show itself. His goal and ambitions aside he wanted to fight. To enjoy this match to the fullest extent. His grin widened further like a shark's as he began laughing. Swinging his sword wildly at random against her now. His blows were quick despite the random nature of them. Coming from left or right and at different angles. Trying to penetrate her defenses to cut her as well as himself. Oh yes, that seemed most desirable in this case. The feeling of flesh upon his blade being cut. But she was sturdy and withstood a sudden burst of his reiatsu.
"Come on....CUT ME! LET"S HAS FUN WITH THIS!!" He said with a psychotic grin on his face now. His body had blood running down each side of it. Nothing that he cared about really. It let him feel the numbness he sought. She gave him freedom from his thoughts. Allowing him this escape even if for a moment. How delightful it was to finally have someone. Someone who brings blood down his body to cut into him. To feel someone who could grow stronger fight him. That was the goal of this entire thing. Someday he'd find a suppressor just to enjoy himself. To let himself have the fullest extent of enjoyment he could in combat. Escaping the crimes of his past without relying on his other powers. He just wanted to enjoy himself and forget. That was his entire goal in coming here. His spiritual pressure leaked out if only slightly. His body felt so loose and comfortable at the moment. He'd been taking her damage and hits enjoying each moment of them.
This was the thralls of battle he truly sought here at this moment.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Fri Dec 06, 2019 4:35 pm
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He didn’t block. He let her attack go through. Why wouldn’t he? Her attacks barely wound him, but they wound him enough. As if winning was ever an option anyway. Let her mind descend into madness over that fact. She can’t win, but she’ll make him remember her. She’ll carve her name into his flesh so he never forgets, and one day, she will surpass him, and on that day, she will relish in pure ecstasy. That’s her headspace right now. There is little care for when she feels steel run through her midsection. She relishes in it. When the blade came at her from all angles, she cared little. Right now, her mind simply wants to forget all her worries much like his; enjoy a good fight where she is pushed to her limits against something that doesn’t easily break. This isn’t a training dummy. It’s an actual person who wishes to feel and inflict harm as much as she does. How erotic in her mind.
She can feel something deep inside her pushing and pushing for her to continue despite the pain and blood splattering from her with each cut. Each cut simply causes her to swing her blade madly at this strange man. Each second, she feels her breath catching hot and heavy as two beings hellbent on maiming swing madly against one another in some twisted pervertish madman fantasy of blood, guts, and gore. They’re painting the Earth below them majestically with their insanity; grass caked with warm fresh blood, the soil feasting on their dying bodies.
Her mind is begging for more twisting and churning with horrid fantasies of victory. It’s as if some dark repressed area has been finally opened; the doors bursting furiously as the visage of that man appears behind her canvas. He urges her to continue. He urges her to let loose all her demented fury on this man until she is satisfied; until she takes her final breath. His red gaze of fury upon her person sends her spiraling further swinging her blades harder as her swings seem more fulfilling,stronger, and heavier. She’ll win… or die trying.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Mon Dec 30, 2019 5:07 pm
The Madman of the Outlands
Oda Tatsuya
おだ たつや
おだ たつや
Oh, how excellent it was to bask in pain and death. The feeling of the cool steel removing his concerns or worries. It was bliss and heaven on a stage of nirvana. His laughing became more depraved as his reiatsu began to ooze out. Dripping small bits of heat upon the ground. The place around them began to warm up more and more. Like standing within an active volcano. The heat emerging from his body began to accelerate. Oh, she was bringing him such joy. He didn't care about Missouri anymore, just this fight. Just this moment as she cut and ripped into him. Carving his flesh as he didn't bother blocking but swung at her. Bringing his sword down across her shoulder. Before releasing another strike in quick succession. His blade didn't release lava or drip even a small portion. It was a downward slash into a quick backward cut. His frame stood up cackling as he breathed in and out. Blood dripping on the ground but beginning to evaporate under the heat. His sweat turning into small steam puffs of smoke.
Did she have shikai yet, could he enjoy even more? He wanted to see more from her. To enjoy even more of this twisted bloodfest they had going. This wasn't enough to satisfy him. His grin slowly faded away, more he wanted more. More blood and more sweat and pain. He was tired of that world within the Maggot's Nest. Tired of trying to be something he wasn't anymore. He'd been attempting some stupid goal previously. Some lunatic fringe of building a new world. No, he wasn't that guy anymore. He was simply a man who wanted to feast on fights. To enjoy the best possible ones he could. Everything else sounded he silenced here. This place provided clarity and distance from it. The screams of Jefferson City still haunted his sleep. The never-ending nightmare was quiet when he fought. When he delighted in his pain and twisted agony. This was the result he got to swing his sword. She was the perfect chance for him to do so. This was his hope to continue it here. Even if she was weaker then he, oh it was so sweet. Her fruit would ripen one day.
She would be a force to be reckoned with at that moment. The pain was such a fun thing to experience. He still held himself back now. Never swinging his blade at her with his full power. Also cutting only deep enough to wound but not kill. He was enjoying this fight far too much. It was his only concern now everything else was secondary. Even living or surviving this battle had become a secondary thing.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Tue Dec 31, 2019 11:36 am
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This is insanity isn’t it? The thought that her swinging any harder would bring her closer to victory. That is insanity. It was clear from the start that she is nowhere near this man’s level. Yet, here she is striving to carve him into something different from humanoid. This violent tendency of hers is troublesome; spurred by some innate fury within her amplified by the curse bestowed into her soul. That plus all the other issues inside her head bogging her down, this right here is somehow an excellent stress relief. Maybe it’s the pain from everyone of this man’s attacks that clears her mind, gives her a clear direction which is self destructive sure, but it’s what she wants at the moment.
Neither of them seemed intent on blocking any slashes thrown between them. Blood caked the ground like a horrible spray paint job creating a gory scene that is rather natural in this land of spirits. Elyss didn’t care for the many wounds growing on her person. With each new one, pain scored her body, but that pain only woke her up, made her concentrate further on the task at hand. It is strange to feel so empty yet so fulfilled at the same time. Though, one can only deal with so much before feeling a need to pull back, and that is what Elyss soon does.
Despite maybe taking a hit or two more, she jumps back a few steps panting heavily as blood soaks her ripped uniform dripping onto the ground as she appears more as an insane inmate than the proud Shinigami she is supposed to be. She couldn’t help but smile. It is small, but it is a smile of delirious enjoyment, one that a person of indecent existence gives to those they see fit to ruin. She speaks nothing as she straightens herself and flick her wrists causing the blood on her swords to become one with the ground and seep into the soil.
She awaits his rebuttal.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Sun Jan 05, 2020 5:19 pm
The Madman of the Outlands
Oda Tatsuya
おだ たつや
おだ たつや
Blood ran down his skin on every spot from injuries as he closed his eyes. Merely basking in the pain and feeling of it. Wasn't a tiresome thing was it the pain he felt. It let him escape for a moment. But perhaps it was time the fun came to a close. Before his hunger for a battle grew too much. Before his hollow within him attempted something. He'd lost himself to mindless enjoyment now. But slowly reeled in his senses as his eyes looked through layers of red. He was bleeding almost everywhere. Still, this punishment wasn't yet enough for him. Bringing his second hand to his zanpakuto and shifting his stance. Into that of a kendo middle stance with his sword centered. His expression lost some of its madness as he brought his weapon upwards. His muscles tightening along his body as he prepared to swing now. Tatsuya held a remarkable amount of strength but also a rare skill. All the damaged inflicted upon him could be unleashed upon his foes. So raising his sword upwards towards the clouds.
His body brought it down creating loud cracking and bang towards the female. As the ground shuttered beneath the impact of his swing now. His muscles were warmed up with damage from fighting her. His trump card the skill he'd developed over time. The impact sent shuttering along the ground with a blast of debris into the air. Depending on what she chose to do this would hurt a bit. Tatsuya's frame still caked in blood held his sword. Bringing it to rest on his shoulder as he exhaled. It was a fight that had given him ample entertainment. He didn't want her to die though. Because another fight could come later providing even more. One where he could wield his zanpakuto's power. Not just his swordplay alone. Though it would be a struggle to call it that. Tatsuya understood he wielded a fierce power. Something that required tremendous control and development. But for those things he didn't have. He merely made up for them as his gaze fell on her. His once cerulean eyes now azure with blood flowing into the white.
Her attacks had been like many stings across his skin. Spitting blood on the ground he touched his neck. Feeling the dripping of blood go across his skin. It was a pleasant sensation that he felt. Tatsuya didn't have an excuse or anything left to do. But to forget what had happened in Missouri and wield what strength in service of the Gotei. Perhaps, never to venture to the world of man again. But this one maybe one day would give him a fight where he didn't walk away either. His eyes stayed on her. Turning them away would be like looking from a tiger. Without being sure it was properly beaten. It invited a diaster upon him should he do it.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Tue Jan 07, 2020 8:46 am
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Blood. Sweat. Yet, no tears. That’s how fights like these go. Still, it felt awkward. This fight isn’t normal, not for her. If anything, it’s simply to release all the pent up stress within herself. And, she has somewhat. She feels a bit relaxed despite all the pain and anger in her mind; a clarity about her situation as if the act of throwing herself against another had stirred the sleeping spirits in her head. She can feel a hum running through her body, but it is different from what she is used to. Her two swords feel heavy in her arms as if resisting being held by her. This fight is nice, but she finds herself suddenly tired of it. She finds herself tired in general.
Though, she has little time to speak of her worries before her opponent moves himself raising his blade causing her body to tighten. When the Earth before her starts crumbling to his swing, she hears two voices in her head. “Dodge! Take it head on!” They cause her to wince slightly, but instead of doing either of those, she raises both her blades and takes the endures the shockwave feeling herself rise from her position backwards right into a tree gasping from the initial blunt shock, and falling to the ground onto her bottom with a pained grunt. That pained her quite a bit, but it’s obvious it could have been worse, way worse. However, she didn’t get back up from her spot despite being conscious. She just shook her head and groans looking up at the man with tired eyes. A far cry from the bloodthirst earlier.
“I’m done.” She calls out sighing and letting both her katanas rest beside her.
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Re: Prison Release Program
Tue Jan 07, 2020 8:57 pm
The Madman of the Outlands
Oda Tatsuya
おだ たつや
おだ たつや
He held his sword for a moment before sitting down cross-legged now. That had been fun as he leaned back. When was the last time he'd gotten such a good fight? Might have been on Mash potato night with that oaf. A good brawl was always a nice thing to escape. Let him get away from his memories of the place. He'd already caused enough trouble. The fight had been intense without much defense from either. Exhaling a breath from his longs he smiled. It had been a while since he'd had a good old fashioned brawl. But he went to jail and didn't have a place to sleep. Tatsuya had been released from the Gotei though only for now. He had no place in the roster anymore. He was a little more than a bad memory for the Gotei. Yawning to himself he brought a hand up. What were the odds he died here in this place? Didn't seem too likely she'd given him injuries. But nothing fatal as he cracked his neck. Glancing towards her he decided to ask. "Can you make it home?" He asked softly looking at her.
Wiping a hand across his face getting blood from his gaze. It would have to be a while before anything. When could he draw upon his experience and fight? He was considered a natural disaster by most people. He wondered if she knew about it or cared. Most people didn't come up and throw punches or swings at someone. Then again he did ask for it didn't he? Well, it was to calm the suffocating sense of guilt he had. It helped the pain of a thousand steel knives in his body. It felt like a place he longed to be. Maybe going home was the right answer. Kyoraku had let him out when he showed mastery. Well, not mastery it was more like it wouldn't happen again. He'd gotten some sense of control over Hachiman. Though he'd not tried to tap into Hachiman's powers. Whatever they were may as well stay sealed in his mind. But at the same time, he felt discomfort in wielding his power. Using the powers he'd been born with. Destruction of an uncharted degree against people. It was only because of Kyorakui and those who spoke for him.
But it wasn't so bad was it having this be one fight?
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Re: Prison Release Program
Wed Jan 08, 2020 5:25 pm
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She doesn’t respond at first looking up at the man with no true interest for help in her gaze. Yeah. She hurts all over, but that’s just life. She’ll live and can walk which she shows by standing up.
“I’m fine. Thank you. I can make my way to the Gotei to get fixed up. You should come with I guess.”
Even if she injured him way less than he did her, having cuts all over your body is still uncomfortable. If he accepts, then they can go together. If not, then she will wish him a good day and luck on getting himself sorted out. This day has been interesting and went a way she didn’t think it would at first. At least she got to forget herself a bit.
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