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@ctpax-holle
Hello Everyone
//Well, I’ve been gone for awhile, and I greatly appreciate the messages. really. I’ll try to be online again. With things the way they are now, I barely have time to myself except when my son goes to bed and then I usually clean the house and go to bed. I’ll try to start being online again, it’ll be a slow start but I’ll try.
I’ll only be able to do one blog though.
So everyone, what blog do you like better?
My Ichigo, Orihime, As Nodt or my oc?
ANNOUNCEMENT
THE FOLLOWING BLOGS WILL BE ON HIATUS
Quincy Ichigo
Orihime
I wish to apologize for any replies I owe; I will be replying to them but that is it.
I have become overwhelmed with life atm, with my Replay Physical Therapy causing me troubles, and Eli now capping a total of eleven teeth suddenly; I have a lot on my plate.
Not to mention some other, more personal matters that need to be attended to.
I am very sorry since I came back and got so many to rp with.... And now Life seems to want to bulk me down for a bit.
I will not be quiting them, but just putting them on hold for I can focus on life;
The other accounts are mainly inactive aside from this one so I am leaving them active.
I once again wish to say my deepest apologies to all I owe.
||The Spoken Hero and the bladed Reality|| Starter for rain-soaked-knight
Ichigo turned around, stiff and wracked with annoyance. What now? Who was this weirdo? Why were they always attracted to him? He held both blades in hand…hesitating to make a move until his enemy did. “Who wants to know?”
"It is not ‘who’ wants to know. Since the answer has already been verified. Ah—Maybe I should bring one of the heads of your friends here."
Let the emotions overtake, the thoughts of the husk were all but this. He wished for the other to lose it, to come at him and leave himself open as often reported he did. Yes, he would be the one to bring his head to His Majesty and no one else.
"You dare touch any of them, you bastard…"
"And what exactly will you do whelp?"
||The Spoken Hero and the bladed Reality|| Starter for rain-soaked-knight
Click
Click
Click
—-☠ Steps, carelessly within movement would be taken; A new target nearing.
The noon high sun was present, clouds of white casting their dim shade upon the weary land of broken souls; A battlefield of lost souls and misery endowed intentions. Cracking, the sound of bone shattering amongst a heavy pressure could be heard- Faint yet audible. Slick, long locks of obsidian soon arose within view, ivory robes upon spikened garments would be about the frame of this husk. A man with little remorse- No; That was incorrect. Remorse was for the weak minded, the ones who found it just to cry and wither away at the thought of defeat. To rile up the pitiful roars of cowardice to seem strong.
Remorse was nothing but a useless thorn that had long since been removed.
These steps, crinkling the ground beneath the heeled extremities were all but a clear sign of an onward advance, to which the destination would be unknown. Empty pools of lifeless intent would pierce past the wreckage, catching sight of a hue of orange- A certain orange that was a dead ringer on as to who it was. The one they held hope for to win this battle; The man in which all seemed to put upon a pedestal as if he were God.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
"….."
The chaos and destruction before him was unlike anything he had ever seen. Anger bubbled slowly beneath the surface. Where was he? Where was Juha Bach? Where was the bastard behind all of this? He needed to pay…needed to pay for every life he had taken…every life he had ruined. Ichigo’s focus was on just that - finding the leader and ending this as soon as possible. No one else needed to get hurt. No one else needed to die.
"Kurosaki Ichigo…Ah that is you I presume? You seem worried- Scared that the lives of your friends have come to such a pitiful and weak end. Anger is bubbling up isn’t it?"
A taunt, a play of words as if he led on to a conclusion as to just how many have died within such a short time. Yes, rile the boy up, maybe the very essence of his being ooze with hatred- A fear of losing everything he loved once more. He would arrive fully now, a lax posture with dark omen lingering about his frame. The husk was already prepared to fight such an individual; One of emotions and will would only be slaughtered by this remorseless man.
Ichigo turned around, stiff and wracked with annoyance. What now? Who was this weirdo? Why were they always attracted to him? He held both blades in hand…hesitating to make a move until his enemy did. “Who wants to know?”
"It is not 'who' wants to know. Since the answer has already been verified. Ah--Maybe I should bring one of the heads of your friends here."
Let the emotions overtake, the thoughts of the husk were all but this. He wished for the other to lose it, to come at him and leave himself open as often reported he did. Yes, he would be the one to bring his head to His Majesty and no one else.
||The Spoken Hero and the bladed Reality|| Starter for rain-soaked-knight
Click
Click
Click
—-☠ Steps, carelessly within movement would be taken; A new target nearing.
The noon high sun was present, clouds of white casting their dim shade upon the weary land of broken souls; A battlefield of lost souls and misery endowed intentions. Cracking, the sound of bone shattering amongst a heavy pressure could be heard- Faint yet audible. Slick, long locks of obsidian soon arose within view, ivory robes upon spikened garments would be about the frame of this husk. A man with little remorse- No; That was incorrect. Remorse was for the weak minded, the ones who found it just to cry and wither away at the thought of defeat. To rile up the pitiful roars of cowardice to seem strong.
Remorse was nothing but a useless thorn that had long since been removed.
These steps, crinkling the ground beneath the heeled extremities were all but a clear sign of an onward advance, to which the destination would be unknown. Empty pools of lifeless intent would pierce past the wreckage, catching sight of a hue of orange- A certain orange that was a dead ringer on as to who it was. The one they held hope for to win this battle; The man in which all seemed to put upon a pedestal as if he were God.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
"….."
The chaos and destruction before him was unlike anything he had ever seen. Anger bubbled slowly beneath the surface. Where was he? Where was Juha Bach? Where was the bastard behind all of this? He needed to pay…needed to pay for every life he had taken…every life he had ruined. Ichigo’s focus was on just that - finding the leader and ending this as soon as possible. No one else needed to get hurt. No one else needed to die.
"Kurosaki Ichigo...Ah that is you I presume? You seem worried- Scared that the lives of your friends have come to such a pitiful and weak end. Anger is bubbling up isn't it?"
A taunt, a play of words as if he led on to a conclusion as to just how many have died within such a short time. Yes, rile the boy up, maybe the very essence of his being ooze with hatred- A fear of losing everything he loved once more. He would arrive fully now, a lax posture with dark omen lingering about his frame. The husk was already prepared to fight such an individual; One of emotions and will would only be slaughtered by this remorseless man.
"Yes."
Sees feeling of dread washing over; Decides to make it worse.
Slowly backs away
".....You seem scared."
||The Spoken Hero and the bladed Reality|| Starter for rain-soaked-knight
Click
Click
Click
---☠ Steps, carelessly within movement would be taken; A new target nearing.
The noon high sun was present, clouds of white casting their dim shade upon the weary land of broken souls; A battlefield of lost souls and misery endowed intentions. Cracking, the sound of bone shattering amongst a heavy pressure could be heard- Faint yet audible. Slick, long locks of obsidian soon arose within view, ivory robes upon spikened garments would be about the frame of this husk. A man with little remorse- No; That was incorrect. Remorse was for the weak minded, the ones who found it just to cry and wither away at the thought of defeat. To rile up the pitiful roars of cowardice to seem strong.
Remorse was nothing but a useless thorn that had long since been removed.
These steps, crinkling the ground beneath the heeled extremities were all but a clear sign of an onward advance, to which the destination would be unknown. Empty pools of lifeless intent would pierce past the wreckage, catching sight of a hue of orange- A certain orange that was a dead ringer on as to who it was. The one they held hope for to win this battle; The man in which all seemed to put upon a pedestal as if he were God.
Kurosaki Ichigo.
"....."
Yes you missed a lot.
"H-have I?"
Sudden feeling of dread
"Yes."
Sees feeling of dread washing over; Decides to make it worse.
Has the unnerving feeling she has missed a lot
Yes you missed a lot.
"I suspect that to have been the case; That or the soul reapers had killed you." Sorrow was within his tone now.
She took off his mask and smiled up at him, leaning in she kissed him. “No one killed me…I am still here for you, Nodt~”
He returned her sweet kiss, feeling content now as his worries had been settled. After all, she accepted him; And no one else did.
"Good..."
"That is merely because you came near me, seeming to wish to speak. Your demeanor was one of an open person. As for your name—"
His eyes narrowed into slits, the orbs becoming completely lifeless as he spoke the next line. "It is best to know the names of those who could be your next target." He didn’t have any need to sugar coat anything; Especially to others that had no heed upon his heart.
"Just because someone comes near you doesn’t mean they wanna talk."
A snort came from the albino at his statement. She couldn’t help but coat her next words in obvious sarcasm. Even if he wanted to kill her, he’d have difficulties finding her, especially if she knew of him wanting to slaughter her.
"Oh no, I’m scared."
"Your sarcasm merely proves that you are a naive child."
Plain- Simple words were all that could be uttered now, coated in a devious secretion of venom and ice. The very matter of this encounter was becoming less than friendly; And that could not be changed.
"Do you think yourself incapable of fear woman?"
seseliai started following you
What exactly did this woman want? Idle posture would become of the husk as empty pools of obsidian would linger on.
"What exactly do you want Sternritter ‘S’, Antoinette Dossenheim? I have not the time nor the patience if you are here for banter."
"Tch. It’s fuckin’ creepy that ya know my name since I tend to avoid telling people my name."
Her red orbs stared into his dark ones, completely unafraid for the most part. She knew what he could cause, hence why she wasn’t completely fearless. “I ain’t here to talk to you— hell, I never wanted to. You were the one to talk to me first.”
"That is merely because you came near me, seeming to wish to speak. Your demeanor was one of an open person. As for your name--"
His eyes narrowed into slits, the orbs becoming completely lifeless as he spoke the next line. "It is best to know the names of those who could be your next target." He didn't have any need to sugar coat anything; Especially to others that had no heed upon his heart.
seseliai started following you
What exactly did this woman want? Idle posture would become of the husk as empty pools of obsidian would linger on.
"What exactly do you want Sternritter 'S', Antoinette Dossenheim? I have not the time nor the patience if you are here for banter."
ctpax-holle:
yhwxch:
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“— As Nodt… What is it my child?”
"Your Majesty, I merely happened upon you and wished to see how you were faring."
