Chapter Three - "Offensive"

[Xiahou_Zhidan]

Zhidan smiled.
"Right a triple buff! Perfect! Wonderful, Ahhahaha!" Zhidan babbled.
"I'll get my subordinate to bring it here" Zhidan sent off a hell butterfly to Kaguro, to get him to bring the lastest version of the deathguard armour.

Zhidan was quite pleased, not only did they have a good plan, they had a backup plan too!
"Seems like everything is going to go fine! We are going to Reap the Reaper of Reapers!" Zhidan stated happily.

Not knowing how ill-fated his words would turn out to be...
"Well then, shall we prepare ourselves? If you would be so kind as to follow me into the area of the spirit masker! We'll get you fixed up to look broken! Ahahahha!"

[Kiyoshi]

Kiyoshi's eyes closed slowly as he walked, swaying his tails lightly behind him as he took a moment to stretch fully-- just like a cat, of course, he simply hesitated on one leg to stretch the other, extending his arms one at a time as well. "Hm... looks like we're going to need to be at full strength if we're to get anywhere in this upcoming fight," he mused, glancing around at the rooms of injured soldiers. It didn't look good right now, no, but Kiyo wasn't one to be pessimistic. Pessimism helped no one at all, and certainly not any injured people.

"I wonder what they've been planning," he murmured, tilting an ear to a nearby window to hear Zhidan's always-boisterous voice. Something about the Spirit Masker... "Mm... well, guess if I'm going to help, I'm going to have to get up there." He started to walk over to the window, coiling to bound up towards the roof, when something else caught his senses-- something had shifted...

"...I've got a bad feeling all of a sudden," he growled, seeming very suddenly to be on edge. He bristled his fur for a second, before kicking off the ledge, sending him rocketing up towards the roof, hopefully in time to catch the other captains...

[Tahoshi]

"They should be here by now." Tahoshi said to his Vice Captain as they approached the spirit masker. Ryoko rested a hand on her Captain's shoulder so she could see where they were going, as her senses relied on spirit energy.

"Zhidan, can you turn this thing off easily? It would make for more of a surprise if it suddenly turned off, rather than us having to exit the sphere of effect."

"I have a bad feeling about this..." Ryoko said from behind him. Everyone had a bad feeling about it by now, even if they didn't share that feeling with anyone.

[Xiahou_Zhidan]

Zhidan stopped and then grinned evilly, his voice was now cold vicious even, "Instant shut-off!, It'll feel the blast of our Reatisu all at once, it's sure to be shocked... then we all attack, we need to go all out right from the beginning, otherwise even with the element of surprise, we'll die like dogs..."

Zhidan smiled brightly, and picked up a small pot.
"Now, please smear some of this on yourself, to give the appearance of bruises, oh and use some of the fake wounds too, no if you'll excuse me..."

Zhidan put on a trick wood shard, it now looked disturbingly like his head was impaled by it.
"... I have to pretend to be almost dead! Ahahahahaha!"

With that Zhidan fell in a heap, he looked distinctly corpse like.
"Ah! make sure to put some bandages on too!" The crumpled body spake.

[Tahoshi]

"You have to admit." Tahoshi began, turning to Ryoko. "The man knows how to play dead."

Ryoko turned to where the voice of her Captain was coming from, and simply said "With the spirit masker running, you *all* look dead to me."

"Touché"

Soon, the group were all bandaged up, cut and bruised. Only Zhidan looked like he was nearly dead, but even if they all went Bankai, the most powerful of them would look like less than a seated officer to any outsiders.

"Now we just have to wait until our old friends come back..." Tahoshi said. "If they get here before Kyuuketsuki, that is."

(Hint Hint)

[rainbowcherry]

He stumbled through the abandoned website, the cobwebs of yore staining its once grand image, the purple background assaulting his eyes like an astray fly who decided to nestle there. He had found in a dark corner of the web, while observing the nature of God-modding. Or, as some say, God-mod, or God-mode. Not that the site had these... qualities, but it was based on an example of old - what the owner did before he created this website, helped by those of the Blue Dwarf-place.

A small grin ripped his face and scarred, not planning to budge. This was a very interesting place. Could be used to find something. Maybe he could bring back a prize for the one he was but a subject of, obtaining qualities to give to all... unfortunately, he doubted this. He had to obtain the URL back to get home, as he was in fullscreen, and could not figure out how to get out.

He would have to trek through the short-lived kingdom, looking at the grand posts that were made. He wondered, if perhaps they would wake up, remembering the shackles of RP they were once bound to. Maybe they would impart on him their information, telling him how to escape his own, and do what couldn't be done by anyone but them... he could only hope. The owner, who would hopefully stroll here in sorrow and see this, remembering subtle references to his life found on the internet... His words shouted their own call, "Return, return to us and tell us..."

This was nigh-impossible. The six- I mean, six THOUSAND years (Just chalk it up to timezones.) since this was last observed by anyone but him... they couldn't wake up back here once more... or could they? Only time would tell, and maybe the website could be restored. (Defilement is legal if no-one knows about it.)

[endpt]

It has been 6000 years since the last time a stranger drift to this long lost forgotten land, 12000 years since the last tale had been told. Hand rummaging fossils of an old as the earth era, Hayate wonder if he can find a hope to revive the souls inside this ancient relic, to restore the dead land hold the ashes of those who once lived millenniums ago...

[endpt]

May 7, 2016 19:54:20 GMT 1 rainbowcherry said:

He stumbled through the abandoned website, the cobwebs of yore staining its once grand image, the purple background assaulting his eyes like an astray fly who decided to nestle there. He had found in a dark corner of the web, while observing the nature of God-modding. Or, as some say, God-mod, or God-mode. Not that the site had these... qualities, but it was based on an example of old - what the owner did before he created this website, helped by those of the Blue Dwarf-place.

A small grin ripped his face and scarred, not planning to budge. This was a very interesting place. Could be used to find something. Maybe he could bring back a prize for the one he was but a subject of, obtaining qualities to give to all... unfortunately, he doubted this. He had to obtain the URL back to get home, as he was in fullscreen, and could not figure out how to get out.

He would have to trek through the short-lived kingdom, looking at the grand posts that were made. He wondered, if perhaps they would wake up, remembering the shackles of RP they were once bound to. Maybe they would impart on him their information, telling him how to escape his own, and do what couldn't be done by anyone but them... he could only hope. The owner, who would hopefully stroll here in sorrow and see this, remembering subtle references to his life found on the internet... His words shouted their own call, "Return, return to us and tell us..."

This was nigh-impossible. The six- I mean, six THOUSAND years (Just chalk it up to timezones.) since this was last observed by anyone but him... they couldn't wake up back here once more... or could they? Only time would tell, and maybe the website could be restored. (Defilement is legal if no-one knows about it.)

O the strayed stranger, are you still here ? Can you hear my voice ?