(OOC:What is happening?)

(OOC: Well, my guy transformed into a vizard after he died, Wizard walked up and we started talking, then all of a sudden everyone else felt the need to bum rush themselves into the scene. So I dunno really.)

Hiru looked around, confused. 'Where the hell are all these people coming from?' As he watched, blades began to be pulled, and words were exchanged. "Holy shit!" Hiru yelped, taking a few stumbling steps back, tripping over himself and landing hard. A sound from his sound caused him to turn his head. There, at his side, lay a simple blade. Hiru scrambled to his feet, snatched up the sword, and held it clumsily, with the air of someone used to handling a blade as a tool rather than a weapon.

"What the hell's going on?" he asked no one in particular, glancing around. "Shit, first I die, then something happens to my body, and then all of a sudden people start popping out of thin air and pulling out swords!" Now he was just ranting to himself, seemingly ignoring those around him. "And what the hell am I going to do with a sword? I'm a lover, not a fighter damn it!"

Turning his gaze away from the little Shinigami despite the fact that he was speaking, the Vizard rests his gaze on the other behind him, his hand drifting from the hilt of his zanpakutou. He holds up his hand, giving a quick shake of his head before turning his masked face back towards the Vice Captain. He cocks his head to the side just a bit, his hand coming to rest once more on the hilt of his zanpakutou with that strange way of holding it. What he had never told anyone was that he was ambidextrous, able to wield his sheath as well as his sword, holding the blade down the length of his forearm and slashing out or using it as an extension of a punch.

"Hiru...step back, find somewhere to keep yourself out of harm's way. This I can handle...Vice Captains...pah. They are nothing. I give them a chance and yet they refuse...so I shall show them the error of their ways. Come forth, little Vice Captain, and face me. Before you stands Shuyin Baiken. My name speaks for itself."

He gives a short nod as he speaks, the man's hands yanking apart and sliding his zanpakutou free of its sheath with barely a sound. His hands turn once more, sheath in the left hand slightly longer than the blade in his right, both running the length of his forearms. He slowly inhales a breath, then holds it for the moment, exhaling with barely a sound before taking up a ready stance, left foot before right, body turned just slightly. His fingers curl tighter, knuckles cracking as he waits, allowing a bit more of his own reiatsu to seep forth. If he tried, he could likely bring the Shinigami to his knees, though he was unsure truly what he could do with his spiritual pressure...he just knew that he had quite a bit of power behind his actions.

Vergil could only laugh but he thought of something. "how about i offer a better deal. we work together as partners and bring this world to it's knees. you control that temple right? that area where that aizen fool used to command correct?" he asked

Hiru glanced hesitantly between Shuyin and his blade, unsure of what to do. He wanted to help this man that had a mask just like him; he wanted answers; but, he wanted to live a bit more. Sliding his sword back into its sheath, he turned around and did the one thing that seemed appropriate: he ran. After running a short distance, he decided to take cover in an alley, and pray no one decided to come after after.

Ryoji Smiled and shook his head he looked at Vergil with a smirk and said. "You seemed to have forgotten how things work here in Hueco Mundo. There are no partnerships, No friendships just the strong and the weak. The strongest leads and the weaker follow you do as I say unless you can kill me and show the others your stronger." Ryoji took his hat off and combed through his hair with his hand and placed his hat back on his head. "But that's not going to happen."

Akkiko's sword rested on his shoulder and his pinkie in his ear as he turned it cleaning his ear. He had wax on the tip of his pinkie he examined it a bit then rolled it in to a ball and flicked it away. He then looked back at the Vizard that seemed to be done talking he wasn't really paying him much mind. He really hated when people talked so much before a fight but he kind of got use to it now. "I'm sorry are you done with your little monologue can we fight now?" He said holding his sword out in front of him.

Suza watched from the rooftops he saw the other Vizard sprint away he quickly gave chase. He Flashed stepped from one roof top to another he was always just a little bit ahead of the Vizard. The Vizard then stopped and took cover in a alley Suza quickly flashed stepped right behind Hiru not even making a noise. He then placed his hand on Hiru shoulder and said. "Now now your going to miss the fight if you stand all the way over here." He said with a very kind looking smile.

Hiru spun around and came face to face with the shinigami. "How did you-" he began, before deciding he probably wouldn't gt an answer anyway. "Listen, I don't want to fight. I don't even know who the hell you people are! But whatever you're doing, leave me out of it." His eyes glanced at the sword hanging from the man's waist. After deciding that this guy definetely knew more about sword fighting then he did, and probably wasn't afraid to prove it, he added a stumbling, "P-please?"

"So this is what Soul Society has descended to...I pity them if this is the best they can manage for a Vice Captain...a pathetic little shit. At least I'm willing to hear you out...but you want a fight, you little bastard, you got one."

That two-tone growl that was Shuyin's voice when his mask was shading his visage becomes dangerously low for a moment, his hand clenching tighter on his walking stick. He slides his right foot back for a moment, slicing his blade through the air, yet not towards the little Vice Captain facing him. He brings it all the way around once more, sliding it into its sheath as he leans forward just slightly. Though he could not see it, Shuyin was grinning wickedly behind the faceless mask, his tongue wetting his lips for a moment as his eyes close to mere slits behind the mask. With a single breath, he prepared himself for the attack, the reiatsu already starting to boil in his right palm.

The sound of swishing cloth was all that was left of Shuyin Baiken for a moment, at least to any eye that could not keep up with him, disappearing with the speed of shunpo. His body slows rather quickly, for they had been close, yet he was not in front of him...he was starting to slide beneath him, as that sword of his was held out straight in front of him. Shuyin's left hand supports much of his weight, using the walking stick to keep his hand off the ground as he slides, raising his right hand and pointing it towards his opponent's chest. With barely a sound from his lips, he releases the harsh, red reiatsu from his palm, the cero aimed for the largest target...center mass. He knew he couldn't aim for the city lest he harm innocents, thus he attempted to aim the destructive blast upwards in the instance that he may miss.

"strong and the weak uh?" Vergil could only laugh at his poor choice of words. "let me put it to you like this so you can understand. i own the Menos forest at this point and where do Arrancar come from? why they come from Menos of course. your a big boy why not put the math together." he said smiling

Dante seemed just to keep on walking he didn't seem to mind anything much. infact he wasn't one to care alot about anything. he just continued to think about what might come of of it all in the future.

"Shit..." Akkiko's said his Eyes wide open as the Vizard flash stepped in front of him he had little time to react but Akkiko was well versed when it came to defensive fighting. "Bakudo 39!" He shouted as he held both hands out in front of him he formed an arc shield. The Cero collided with the shield at close range. The shield took must of the attack but it was unable to hold up because it was so close the shield shattered and the explosion sent Akkiko flying in to a building. He smashed through the wall and scared the crap out of the people that lived there they thought a bomb went off because they couldn't see him. Akkiko picked himself up and brushed himself off he seemed to be unharmed he turned his head to the side and cracked his neck. He stood by the hole in the wall and with a quick flash step disappeared. "Confinement spell 61..." He whispered just loud enough so Shuyin could hear it then six rods of light slammed into a Shuyin midsection, holding him in place. with out hesitation he swung his blade swiftly and skillfully at Shuyin neck.

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Ryojin smiled and drew his sword as he walked around the Vizard "Ah that's to bad... I guess I'm just going to have to kill you then." He opened his mouth and exhaled toxins surrounding them both in a smog of black poisonous smoke. The smoke was so thick it was imposable to see through all Vergil could hear was the quick steps of something circling around him getting closer and closer.

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Suza looked at the Vizard in disgrace shaking his head as he slowly drew his sword from its scabbard. "Please do not beg... draw your sword be for the fight is over." He said as he walked around him "I am sorry that you have been stuck with me to fight fate is very cruel. I will try to fight at a quarter of my strength to give you a chance..." Then with out warning he thrusts his blade at the Vizards chest.

'Shit shit shit shit shit!' scram Hiru's mind as he sloppily brought up his sword and parried the attack. The force of the blow left his arms numb. 'What the hell? How can someone be so strong? Oh man, what am I going to do? I don't know how to use a sword! Damn it!' Blindly, he swing his blade towards Suza, misjudged the distance, and ended up unbalancing himself. 'Oh god...' was all he could think of as he tried desperately to regain his footing and repair the vast holes in his guard.

Arching a brow just slightly at the formation of the shield before the Shinigami, he knew it wouldn't hold up to even that low-level cero at such close range. He was right, as well, as the cero shattered the shield, the blast sending both Shuyin down to the pavement fully and the little Shinigami soaring. He cared not to watch where he went, his eyes closing as he goes to push himself up from the ground. His hand stays on his walking stick, stretching up and back as he comes to a full stand, his arms above his head for a moment before one digs into his ear, the other hearing the muttered words.

He didn't even try to resist the containment spell, for even being bound in place, he could still defend himself and fight...yet he could sense mounting spiritual pressure. This little bastard's Captain was likely going for the new Vizard, which was overkill. No way was he going to let that happen, his mind coming back to the battle, going into full battle mode as he unleashes the full brunt of his immense spiritual pressure. He did not yet fend off the binding spell, the pavement starting to crack and crumble beneath his feet as he turns his gaze to his side, hands dropping from above him. This would likely be overkill to the lieutenant, but so would his Captain fighting a brand new Vizard, so it all evened out...if there was to be blood on the Shinigami's hands, there would be blood upon Shuyin's.

His left hand, still holding his walking stick, swings down, the shaft of the cane intercepting the blade as it came for his neck, ringing blade on hardened wood. His right hand also comes across his body, extending towards the lieutenant without remorse as he extends his forefinger, meerly uttering the name of Hadou four in an undertone barely loud enough for even Shuyin himself to hear. He was planning to use the Shinigami's momentum against him, for it would be difficul to change direction on a dime as he lunged inward, the lance of crackling energy that was Hadou 4: Byakurai lances outward from his fingertip, intent on the left breast of his opponent...a blow to the heart. He never even had to move from his bound position.

Akkiko's plan worked he got close enough so that he could use the attack but he knew his life would be in danger but that never really bothered him to much. He quickly raised his left hand and placed atop his right arm and extended his palm so that it was right in Shuyin face. He felt as the Vizard placed his finger on his chest so he quickly Said. "Hadou 88 hiryugekizoku shintenraiho!!!" He fired a massive blast of spiritual energy from his palm and then closed his eyes. Akkiko was no normal vice captain he was able to use an 88 Destructive spell some thing most vice captains couldn't dream of but if that wasn't enough it was Chantless as well. Shuyin's attack pierced Akkiko's chest but he was able to move his body just enough so that the attack just missed his heart. But he would be unable to move fast enough to avoid the backlash of his own attack.

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Fight Music Slipknot Liberate http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seV-h-nwLOU


Suza stepped to the side as the Vizard started to fall but before he hit the ground Suza grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. He pinned him against the alley wall and squeezed his neck he could hear the Vizards throat tighten as he choked him. He looked in to the Vizards eyes as he squeezed the life out of him and said. "I heard when the host was in danger the hollow in side took over. I will liberate your inner hollow."

Sakaha smiled and laid back whatching everuthing in amusement. She liked to fight sure,but she'd rather watch her master fight. Sakaha screached as her body cramped from all the sitting she had done.
"Are you done?" She yelled getting bored on sitiing. She got up and walked around where she used to sat.

Hiru desperately clawed at the hand grasping his throat. 'Wh-why?' he attempted to say, but all that escaped was a pained gurgle. "I will liberate your inner hollow." 'What the hell... is a hollow? Shit, I can't breathe....' Hiru finally managed to hook his fingers onto Suza's hands, but the shinigami's grip was too strong. Slowly, Hiru's arms dropped to his side as his world went dark, his eyes closed. 'I don't... want to die... like this...'

'Then don't.'

Hiru's eyes snapped open, his hand flying to his neck. "Where the hell am I?" The world around him had completely changed. Instead of a small city, he found himself within a richly decorated banquet hall. In the middle of the room sat a long, rectangular dining table, covered in a silk dining cloth, silver platters, crystal goblets, and a wide assortment of expensive foods. Lining the windowless walls were large framed portraits of vast landscapes covered in chains, or figures bound with bandages. Between these portraits stood giant suits of armor. These too were encircled with chains and bandages, the face plates replaced with carbon copies of the mask Hiru had.

Hiru slowly made his way from his side of the hall to the next, heading towards the open fireplace set into the far wall. As he came near, he noticed two large chairs sitting in front of the fireplace. "Hello?" Hiru asked, not really expecting an answer. "Ah, i wondered when you would pay me a visit. Please, come, sit down. Make yourself at home."

Started, he made his way around and sat in one of the chairs, before turning to regard the man who had spoke. Sitting tall in his throne, calmly drinking tea, was a man covered from head to toe in bandages. After taking a final sip of his tea and setting it down on a small platter in front of him, he turned to face Hiru. "Hello, young master," spoke the man in a dignified matter. "H-hi," replied the startled Hiru. "Um, excuse me, but... where am I?"

The man smiled, revealing a mouth full of curving, needle-like teeth. "Where indeed, Hiru Kisei." "How do you know my name?" The man let out a drawn out, barking laugh. "Oh, I know everything about you, dear Hiru. Tell me, where do you think you are?" Hiru was a bit off-set by the question. "Well, I don't know. It, it kind of feels like... like this place is... mine."

"Oh, how right you are my friend. You see, this," the man gestured around the dining hall. "is your soul." "My soul?" "Yes, it is a mental representation of all that is you." Hiru stared at the man sceptically. "If this is my soul, then who the hell are you?" "Ah, that's right, I haven't introduced myself have I? I am Houtaikokuou, and I am the blade that you have at your side." Hiru opened his mouth to speak, but Houtaikokuou raised his hand to silence him. "That is no ordinary blade. It is a zanpakuto. When you return to the fight, speak my name and I'll show you a small portion of my power. But before you go... let me show you the darker part of your soul."

Houtaikokuou reached up towards his bandaged face, and yanked them away, revealing two piercing, black and yellow eyes. As the rest of the bandages fell away, the now transformed Houtaikokuou lunged with wide jaws at a now screaming Hiru.

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Outside of his soul, Hiru had fallen pathetically still. And then... a twitch of the hand there, a slight movement of the jaw. And then all hell broke loose.

The white bone mask appeared upon his face near instantaneously, the fanged maw opening wide in the pained scream of a hollow. With a powerful punch towards Suza's face, he sent the shinigami flying, releasing the captain's grip on him. Houtaikokuou. He spoke calmly, simple staring in mild interest as his blade transformed. The blade sank into the guard, which expanded until it formed a mid-sized shield that attached itself to his left arm. From under the shield, bandages flowed out, engulfing his arm up to the shoulder, and a small portion of his chest. It was then the blade erupted from the shield, extending out past his wrist for a good 3 feet before finally coming to a rest. With his now fully transformed blade, Hiru got into a ready stance and awaited his opponents next move.

((OOC: I'm really sorry guys, I've been in a lot of crap recently and haven't had the time to post a lot. I apologize and will get back into the story as soon as I can. My apologies.))

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He felt the lance of energy hit home, yet he did not grin...though he did not flinch at the destructive spell, either. His hadou, too, had been lacking the incantation, though it had been as powerful as anything a normal Vice-Captain could manage with the incantation. If anything, Shuyin was gifted with hadou, cero, and his impressive reiatsu to make up for the distinct lack of damage that his zanpakutou suffered from. Though it was hurried and lacked much of the power his first cero had, Shuyin quickly manifested enough reiatsu in his left palm, dropping his zanpakutou in the process, shoving it towards the boy even as he spoke the spell's name. The cero was meager at best, yet it had the desired effect...the cero exploded with a resounding blast as it came into contact with the roiling spiritual energy. It wasn't massive by any means, but it did manage to send Shuyin soaring up and away from the detonation point as it shunted much of the hadou's force to the sides around him, though it did hit and hurt a bit.

Rolling to a stop, his shirt a tattered mess that fell from his frame as he moved, he pushed slowly up, his face twitching beneath his hollow mask. It was a dangerous thing to cause Shuyin Baiken, ex-Captain, to lose his temper, yet this boy was clearly pissing him off. Endangering both a newly-created Vizard who he could have taken under his wing and humans with such a spell...it was enough to set the older Vizard off. If the manifestation of his reiatsu before had been impressive, the release as a primal scream rips itself from his throat was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The ground beneath his feet ripped itself up, the surrounding terrain seeming to shudder at the enormous power radiating off the shirtless, smoking being. Though his hollow was not taking over, he was resorting to the berserker means they were known for, his chest rising and falling quickly for a moment before he once more disappears with the speed of shuunpo.

For now he was shrugging off any damage done, which was minor at the moment, merely burns from the spiritual energy exploding so close to his flesh. He couldn't see exactly where the other was headed, but he did know the trajectory he would be on if the last position he'd seen him in had been where he had been when the blasts collided. He had not come in straight, however, dashing upwards on hardened spiritual particles until he stood at least twenty feet above the ground, his zanpakutou laying forgotten on the street at the moment. His fists pulsate for a moment, a second primal scream ripping itself from the Vizard's chest as he begins to punch his fists out, raining bala blasts down in a line following where the Shingami should have been headed. They were weaker than cero, yes, but he could fire them off significantly faster...as fast as he could punch his fists outward. His body still smoked from the blasts, his braids a bit charred, yet he cared now. Obliterating the filth was his main priority at the moment. One didn't threaten those who had done nothing around him and get away with it.

Vergil could only smile at what he was trying to cook up. "your Hollow powers do what?" Vergil asked. as Vergil was just standing still.

(Sorry I couldn't post this week guys super writers block.)