Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2011 15:32:45 GMT -6
Hard eyes gazed down at the stone walled hotel, as the breeze from the outlying sea to the west brought a new wave of non-warmth to the city outskirts. Paisley, the city of talent and yet so unknown by even it's own people that it may as well be removed from the maps entirely. It's neon sign continued to irk him, as if being prod with a stick in the side. It caused no damage, simply a distraction that would need fixing, fast. The glass was entirely reflective, unable to be seen in from the outside, respecting the guest's privacy. But he did not need to see them to know they were there.
He had found them...
At last he had found them...
Dropping to the ground, walking upon terra firma once more and he stepped proudly towards the swinging and polished wooden doors, opening into a huge lobby area, guests walking in seemingly random direction and order, as if lost in the moze of tables. Blade cocked on his shoulder and long tan coat flowing in the background, he stepped over to the stairs, a long climb to finally reach his targets. Their reiatsu pulsated, as if they had no idea how to control it. Or one of them didn't, the other was attempting to mask his presence behind the other huge reiryoku.
The door he tapped upon with his knuckle was answered quickly by a man in a strange, high-collared and short-sleeved shirt, his spiked black hair coloured with a very loud red streak, that drew your attention the moment you set your eyes upon him. His expression told him all he needed to know.
"And who might you be?"
"Naoe Daikane, wishing to speak with you and your brother."
"And why might this be?"
"I have a business proposition."
"Well we don't wanna hear it, punk. So go back the other way if you know what's good for ya!"
"I see... I had hoped this would not come to a fight but... it seems there is no other way..."
Without warning, Daikane's blade was brought downwards in a swing fast enough to be a blur against the faded wallpaper, aimed directly at his target. The element of surprise was the only thing his attack had over his opponent at the moment, though he doubted that he would do any significant damage, he had hoped that the force would be enough to stun him.
It didn't work...
A loud 'clunk' as the blade was caught lazily by an open palm, the red-streaked man beginning to chuckle to himself in a maniacal manner.
"If that's the best ya got, ya better hope your death's painless... nyehehehehehe"
The speech was accompanied by an upward strike from his target, catching Daikane in the chest region, scraping across the surface of his reiryoku, forcing him back into the hallway.
"Shape to your perfection, Kousazanami!"
The blade of the Zanpaktou in his hands began to ripple and change, bending with a whole manner of odd and shrill sounds, changing as if water into a whole new shape, a ragged edge similar to a chainsaw edge, triangular teeth ready to hack and rip limbs, tendons and bones in only a few strikes.
A tough fight for the both of them...