How you get so bald eating food of this kind?
WHO: Ikkaku Madarame, Yoda (spoofed by Aizen), Ifreet (spoofed by Graham)
WHAT: In search of the ideal training ground, Ikkaku is drawn to a swampy little planet which may or may not be an alternate offshoot of Dagobah. And there's a little greenish-blue ghost who lives there still. But when danger appears, Ikkaku has only one choice available to him to protect the ghost.
WHEN: August 18th, 2008
WHERE: Dagobah
This was far from home.
Here, it is peaceful. Damp, unkempt, and gross, but peaceful. A much better area to practice and meditate on his own for a while, at least; Karakura had too many distractions. Sure, the other Shinigami can always call him back if they need backup, but everything has been...quiet.
Ikkaku sits on a rather large boulder, cross-legged, a very cliche setup in a very strange world. His painted eyes remain closed, thoughts silenced as he goes through the motions of...sleeping.
Seriously. From afar, he looks serious, but up close changes that perspective very much.
*tinkle tinkle tinkle*
It sounds a little like rainfall. In a place as humid and damp as this, it's not exactly an unusual sound to hear. And if it were consistent, it might even be entirely unnoticeable.
But there's a voice with it. A very muted, very scratchy sort of humming, a cross between Louis Armstrong and Angela Lansbury. Not entirely /pleasant/, but comical enough.
What /really/ catches the attention, however, is the overwhelming spiritual power that suddenly radiates from the direction of a fuzzy blue being, small and wrinkled, totally taking a whiz into the swamp.
He snorts, eyelids fluttering open at the faintest of sounds. Rain? That's some light rain...wait, no - that's the sweat running down his bald head. Ikkaku blinks, now realizing that there /is/ no rain at all. It's the spiritual presence that sort of throws him off. A thin eyebrow raises briefly in his confusion, legs uncrossing as he goes to grab his katana. It is sort of late to say his haori top is left hanging at his waist, but hey - it's a muggy area, and everything feels compressed with the humidity.
Being as quiet as he can, he sneaks up on the blue being. Of course, trying to figure out what exactly that 'thing' is makes him tilt his head and ask aloud. "...What the heck?"
"WhuaaaaAAAWWWWuhhhhhh!" The blue creature...slightly translucent, as signs of the swamp can just *barely* be seen through its small form, jumps slightly at the voice. There's a bit of adjusting, and then it turns.
It's a little hideous. Its skin is a massive moon of bunched wrinkles, one on top of the other, with tiny white hairs sprouting across the canyons and valleys of its football-shaped head. Large, pointed, drooping ears prick a little, as filmy blue eyes widen ever-so-slowly as that gaze, shrewd and intelligent, locks onto Ikkaku's face. "A Jedi you are not," it croaks, raising a gnarled, claw-tipped finger to gesture at the shinigami. "A Padawan you are not! ...Old you are not, but hairless you are, hmmmmmm? Uweh hehr hehr hehr!" it cackles.
Ikkaku stares blankly at the blue projection/ghost/thing, trying to register what he is seeing. He stays crouched, grunting at the strange sentence structures the deformed creature used. "No, and no, what are those? Meh, must be another realm specialty," he half-mutters to himself, still audible toward the shorter one. Another annoyed snort is given next. "And of course I'm not old! ...Technically speaking. I-"
Twitch. Hairless.
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING, you wrinkly, squished up dwarf!" he yells, standing in an instant and pointing the katana right at the jedi master. "I'm...wait a minute. What /are/ you anyway?! You're definitely not alive, that's for sure!" Probably something dangerous if I don't watch it, he thinks mildly, but his temper is just flaring right now.
Maybe...a CHALLENGE?
"Wrinkled am I? /Dwarf/ am I?" the creature replies with more than just a touch of incredulity.
And then it cackles. After 800 years, a hot temper is one thing that just doesn't survive that kind of longevity. No, not even after death.
"Much anger I sense in you. Yes," it nods, hobbling along with the aid of a large stick clutched in its claws. "And great recklessness. Lead you into trouble, it will."
"Eeergh, this place stinks and it's all wet-like!" The voice is miles away, the sound swallowed by the dampness of the swamp and the abundance of moss and trees. Even if a physical place like this shouldn't be any bother for spiritual staining, the lanky arrancar can't help but feel a little overly cautious about the cleanliness of his uniform. Blood and dirt from battle is one thing, but mud and grass stains from traipsing through a swamp- another thing entirely!
"...man, this sucks..." Ifreet whines, pausing to slick back a stray lock of red from his face. He blinks, perking his head at ... well, he could have sworn he heard something, but even better yet, he senses a familiar presence! As well he should since Aizen-sama directed him to this gate in the first place! Aizen-sama knows eeeverythiiiing!
"Oh -ho-..." he leers, hopping to his feet and making a few sonido dashes to rebound between trees like a ghostly ninja.
There's a smirk settling upon his features as he pulls back the sword, the sheath resting on his bare shoulder. "Yeah, you /are/. And I already know that!!" There's no need to tell him he's angry and stuff - it's a part of being in the Eleventh. He's proud of it. "Besides, I think you're pretty suspicious as it is. How long have you been lingering around here, old...thing?"
His nose wrinkles, although he still maintains that toughness. Ikkaku then grins, a little wider than usual. "Hey...your reiatsu is pretty powerful as it is. Big things come in small packages, am I right?" The katana sways lazily back down as he draws the sword out. "I'm willing to find out!"
Just look at Yachiru! :D
The creature frowns. The goofy cackle is gone, and the hunched form straightens a little further. "Testing, you seek? Disappointed you will be." The warbling old voice still carries a hint of a threat to it. Upon seeing Ikkaku draw his sword, the creature sighs, shaking its wrinkled head.
"See me you can. Unavoidable is this path." The stick drops, and a shard of green light sprouts from a tiny capsule held in its hands, a bright poisonous green. "Come. Learn to harness your anger, your hatred, you shall."
For something so small and so old, its reflexes are amazingly sharp. The first twitch of an advance that shows in Ikkaku's body is all the signal the apparition needs to dart forward, a bounding ball of flashing, slashing pain.
Yoda critically strikes Ikkaku Madarame with your DIE YOU MUST UWEE HEE HEE HEE! \9_6/ attack.
Oh, he knows that sound! The sound of battle! A fanged grin nearly splits his face as Ifreet hastens his progress, bounding from tree to tree. He wants...to see! Whom is Mister Thirrrrrrrrrrrd Seat fighting!!
The steel blade does, in fact, swing out without much of a warning. However, it was just by a step that the blue apparition decides to hurdle past Ikkaku. With the lightsaber.
The old little thing is faster than he expected.
The attack hits perfectly, searing pain leaving a mark and making the Third Seat feel much of it at the same time. He spits, whirling to face his opponent with an amused look. "Wow, you really /are/ something, old dwarf!" he shouts, preparing for his own attack. "Learn from you, huh? I, Ikkaku Madarame, accept!"
Here, he leaps, the blade sweeping right at the alien the best he could. "And thrash you, I CAN!"
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his Being little has its advantages...SOMETIMES. attack.
Ikkaku's sword cleaves nothing more than swamp mist, the white wisps curling sharply in the wake of the deadly zanpaku'tou. But not even so much as a drop of blood or a shred of the creature's tattered shroud falls. He's a tiny blur of blue and vivid emerald, always just an inch out of reach.
However, the blade of his is meant to do nothing more than score Ikkaku. As a master of combat, the shinigami may realize that his opponent is holding back. And if he's /really/ perceptive, he might see just how much as well.
The saber of light slashes at Ikkaku's legs as the ghost darts, somersaulting into the air with a follow-up slash to skim the chest.
Yoda gets a glancing blow on Ikkaku Madarame with your What's blue and green and goes round and round and round? attack.
He finally comes up around one of the large trees. The fighting is just beyond, he can hear it easily now if not sense the two flaring spiritual forms. Ifreet grins broadly, and then frowns as his arm gets caught on a branch- AGH, stoopid bracelet! The arrancar scowls at the offending shrubbery as he tries to yank the silver links free. "...man, what was that fruity Octava thinking, -bracelet-....laaaaaaaaaaaame...." he grumbles, finally pulling the thing free. Don't wanna lose that now- otherwise Ikkaku will surely notice him, and that won't be good, nope, not at all.
Darnit! Freaking fast small things are not good when slow Ikkaku is slow! He curses under his breath, brow furrowing deeply as he misses. That was too cocky, but that's him. However, the man is not frustrated at all. In fact, he's feeling pretty good about this.
"Interesting," he smirks for a moment, dropping it as the smallish figure suddenly turns into a ball of light and ectoplasm. Eyes widen as he tries getting out of the way, the sword blocking part of the attack to keep it from hitting hard.
And if anyone asks, light sabers and metal swords /do/ work without cutting through each other. It's a special zanpakutou. Let's not make this difficult.
Ikkaku takes a step forward once he recovers, the sheath coming up and then angling downward at the alien muppet with manic glee. "ORYAAAAA!!"
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his Hey, it's almost like TENNIS, but not! attack.
The tiny target...is no longer there! Where did he effing go?!
Ah, there he is. Settled right on Ikkaku's shoulders like a certain annoying pink-haired lieutenant Ikkaku knows all too well. "Speed you have, and strength, yes! But control, you must learn control," he lectures, all the while pat-pat-patting at Ikkaku's bald head. Maybe he can drum some sense in there.
Yoda misses Ikkaku Madarame with your DRUM SOLO! jab.
Ifreet peers around the tree, just in time to see .... "...that's who he's fighting? And he's /losing?!/" He smirks, shaking his head. "Been sitting too much on your Thirrrrrd Seat! Let's see then..." The arrancar looks around, and then makes sure the two are distracted with each other.... before he clears his throat and lets out one of his sonic blasts, aimed for the glowing booger! It's just a subtle whine on the fringe of one's hearing, but it's cracked pavement before- maybe he can catch the little dude off guard enough for Ikkaku to whup some!
Only a moment after does Ifreet wonder- "Wait, why'm I helping -him-??"
Ifreet misses Yoda with his Tiiiiny sonic Skreeeeeeeeeeeee...ee stun.
A tree goes cracking and falling over some ways behind the two.
"....oops."
What the- HOW?!
The Shinigami halts abruptly, wondering about what just happened. The voice is enough to make him cran his neck to look at the short master in disbelief. Dumbfounded, he pauses before clamping his teeth together. NO ONE pats him on the head like that. NO ONE.
Maybe...except for Yachiru.
"Control THIS!" The Third Seat grimaces, attempting to grab the apparition with his right hand and chuck him across the swampy scenery.
Yeah - the scenery is pretty lively today, too.
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his TOSS THROW WHATEVER - GO FLYING YOU! attack.
"Uwee hee hee hee!" Talk about adding insult to injury. The ghost-thing is CACKLING at him! "Told you I did! Reckless are you, there is no controoooool."
Then, suddenly, the creature pushes Ikkaku's head down, hard, and leaps upward. It's barely enough time to put distance between them as a blast of sonic energy rips through the air, mist disturbed in wild patterns, just before an old swamp tree groans, cracks, and falls.
The creature isn't cackling any longer. Now it stands beside Ikkaku, ears twitching as the small mouth tugs downward into a frown. "Something else there is," it warns. "A great malice I feel. Strong, yes."
And behind the other tree, Ifreet mutters, "...aw crud." He ducks back around the tree, his rattail of a braid whipping after him. "...the heck is that thing anyway...?" Or maybe Szayel's special bracelet isn't working right. Then again, they're dealing with ghosts from other planes. Ifreet decides to lay low for a moment, nonetheless. Hopefully Ikkaku takes this distraction of the green goober to do his job!
Too fast. The Shinigami sees a blur of blue mixing with all of the green shades, landing on the unleveled ground with a solid thud. Ikkaku coughs, grimacing when the old master comes up next to him as he tries to push himself back up. Why, that little...
Wait. The ghost senses something? Painted eyes dart back and forth among the trees, seeing nothing of the sort. However, just waiting for something to appear would be bad. Hollows in this area? Well, it's possible.
"Huh. With such high spiritual levels, I'm not surprised," Ikkaku grunts, getting onto a knee. There is only one thing to do. The katana is sheathed, turning in his grasp to face the other way. "Sorry, old master. It's been fun, but this has to be done for your own safety," he warns, the pommel of the blade now aiming at the alien's forehead.
Ikkaku Madarame stuns Yoda with his tolly KONPAKU'D action.
Yes, good. Away, put your weapon. Such forces of evil are best left to Dagobah's defender, Master Y--
Bonk.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgh!" The blue eyes roll as the tiny ghost reels, arms pinwheeling. "What have you done?! Warn you did I not of being reckleeeessss....sss...sss..." The insignia of the konpaku flares brightly, and the ghost sinks into a bright pool of light, lightsaber and all.
"'sabout stinkin' time!" Ifreet whoops. He recalls himself a second later, slapping a hand over his mouth. I am a tree, I am a tree, that was nothing but a....err... a mynoc!
Meanwhile, in an afterlife far, far away, Anakin Skywalker and Qui-Gon Jinn sit at the poker table, wondering why Yoda's so late bringing the Guinness.
(lol)
Ikkaku watches the tiny jedi master disappear, all solemn-like. Only after he did such does he break out of his composure, blinking rapidly when he hears that voice. "Wha-? HEY."
He gets back up, searching in vain. "...Huh. Weird."
WHAT: In search of the ideal training ground, Ikkaku is drawn to a swampy little planet which may or may not be an alternate offshoot of Dagobah. And there's a little greenish-blue ghost who lives there still. But when danger appears, Ikkaku has only one choice available to him to protect the ghost.
WHEN: August 18th, 2008
WHERE: Dagobah
This was far from home.
Here, it is peaceful. Damp, unkempt, and gross, but peaceful. A much better area to practice and meditate on his own for a while, at least; Karakura had too many distractions. Sure, the other Shinigami can always call him back if they need backup, but everything has been...quiet.
Ikkaku sits on a rather large boulder, cross-legged, a very cliche setup in a very strange world. His painted eyes remain closed, thoughts silenced as he goes through the motions of...sleeping.
Seriously. From afar, he looks serious, but up close changes that perspective very much.
*tinkle tinkle tinkle*
It sounds a little like rainfall. In a place as humid and damp as this, it's not exactly an unusual sound to hear. And if it were consistent, it might even be entirely unnoticeable.
But there's a voice with it. A very muted, very scratchy sort of humming, a cross between Louis Armstrong and Angela Lansbury. Not entirely /pleasant/, but comical enough.
What /really/ catches the attention, however, is the overwhelming spiritual power that suddenly radiates from the direction of a fuzzy blue being, small and wrinkled, totally taking a whiz into the swamp.
He snorts, eyelids fluttering open at the faintest of sounds. Rain? That's some light rain...wait, no - that's the sweat running down his bald head. Ikkaku blinks, now realizing that there /is/ no rain at all. It's the spiritual presence that sort of throws him off. A thin eyebrow raises briefly in his confusion, legs uncrossing as he goes to grab his katana. It is sort of late to say his haori top is left hanging at his waist, but hey - it's a muggy area, and everything feels compressed with the humidity.
Being as quiet as he can, he sneaks up on the blue being. Of course, trying to figure out what exactly that 'thing' is makes him tilt his head and ask aloud. "...What the heck?"
"WhuaaaaAAAWWWWuhhhhhh!" The blue creature...slightly translucent, as signs of the swamp can just *barely* be seen through its small form, jumps slightly at the voice. There's a bit of adjusting, and then it turns.
It's a little hideous. Its skin is a massive moon of bunched wrinkles, one on top of the other, with tiny white hairs sprouting across the canyons and valleys of its football-shaped head. Large, pointed, drooping ears prick a little, as filmy blue eyes widen ever-so-slowly as that gaze, shrewd and intelligent, locks onto Ikkaku's face. "A Jedi you are not," it croaks, raising a gnarled, claw-tipped finger to gesture at the shinigami. "A Padawan you are not! ...Old you are not, but hairless you are, hmmmmmm? Uweh hehr hehr hehr!" it cackles.
Ikkaku stares blankly at the blue projection/ghost/thing, trying to register what he is seeing. He stays crouched, grunting at the strange sentence structures the deformed creature used. "No, and no, what are those? Meh, must be another realm specialty," he half-mutters to himself, still audible toward the shorter one. Another annoyed snort is given next. "And of course I'm not old! ...Technically speaking. I-"
Twitch. Hairless.
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING, you wrinkly, squished up dwarf!" he yells, standing in an instant and pointing the katana right at the jedi master. "I'm...wait a minute. What /are/ you anyway?! You're definitely not alive, that's for sure!" Probably something dangerous if I don't watch it, he thinks mildly, but his temper is just flaring right now.
Maybe...a CHALLENGE?
"Wrinkled am I? /Dwarf/ am I?" the creature replies with more than just a touch of incredulity.
And then it cackles. After 800 years, a hot temper is one thing that just doesn't survive that kind of longevity. No, not even after death.
"Much anger I sense in you. Yes," it nods, hobbling along with the aid of a large stick clutched in its claws. "And great recklessness. Lead you into trouble, it will."
"Eeergh, this place stinks and it's all wet-like!" The voice is miles away, the sound swallowed by the dampness of the swamp and the abundance of moss and trees. Even if a physical place like this shouldn't be any bother for spiritual staining, the lanky arrancar can't help but feel a little overly cautious about the cleanliness of his uniform. Blood and dirt from battle is one thing, but mud and grass stains from traipsing through a swamp- another thing entirely!
"...man, this sucks..." Ifreet whines, pausing to slick back a stray lock of red from his face. He blinks, perking his head at ... well, he could have sworn he heard something, but even better yet, he senses a familiar presence! As well he should since Aizen-sama directed him to this gate in the first place! Aizen-sama knows eeeverythiiiing!
"Oh -ho-..." he leers, hopping to his feet and making a few sonido dashes to rebound between trees like a ghostly ninja.
There's a smirk settling upon his features as he pulls back the sword, the sheath resting on his bare shoulder. "Yeah, you /are/. And I already know that!!" There's no need to tell him he's angry and stuff - it's a part of being in the Eleventh. He's proud of it. "Besides, I think you're pretty suspicious as it is. How long have you been lingering around here, old...thing?"
His nose wrinkles, although he still maintains that toughness. Ikkaku then grins, a little wider than usual. "Hey...your reiatsu is pretty powerful as it is. Big things come in small packages, am I right?" The katana sways lazily back down as he draws the sword out. "I'm willing to find out!"
Just look at Yachiru! :D
The creature frowns. The goofy cackle is gone, and the hunched form straightens a little further. "Testing, you seek? Disappointed you will be." The warbling old voice still carries a hint of a threat to it. Upon seeing Ikkaku draw his sword, the creature sighs, shaking its wrinkled head.
"See me you can. Unavoidable is this path." The stick drops, and a shard of green light sprouts from a tiny capsule held in its hands, a bright poisonous green. "Come. Learn to harness your anger, your hatred, you shall."
For something so small and so old, its reflexes are amazingly sharp. The first twitch of an advance that shows in Ikkaku's body is all the signal the apparition needs to dart forward, a bounding ball of flashing, slashing pain.
Yoda critically strikes Ikkaku Madarame with your DIE YOU MUST UWEE HEE HEE HEE! \9_6/ attack.
Oh, he knows that sound! The sound of battle! A fanged grin nearly splits his face as Ifreet hastens his progress, bounding from tree to tree. He wants...to see! Whom is Mister Thirrrrrrrrrrrd Seat fighting!!
The steel blade does, in fact, swing out without much of a warning. However, it was just by a step that the blue apparition decides to hurdle past Ikkaku. With the lightsaber.
The old little thing is faster than he expected.
The attack hits perfectly, searing pain leaving a mark and making the Third Seat feel much of it at the same time. He spits, whirling to face his opponent with an amused look. "Wow, you really /are/ something, old dwarf!" he shouts, preparing for his own attack. "Learn from you, huh? I, Ikkaku Madarame, accept!"
Here, he leaps, the blade sweeping right at the alien the best he could. "And thrash you, I CAN!"
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his Being little has its advantages...SOMETIMES. attack.
Ikkaku's sword cleaves nothing more than swamp mist, the white wisps curling sharply in the wake of the deadly zanpaku'tou. But not even so much as a drop of blood or a shred of the creature's tattered shroud falls. He's a tiny blur of blue and vivid emerald, always just an inch out of reach.
However, the blade of his is meant to do nothing more than score Ikkaku. As a master of combat, the shinigami may realize that his opponent is holding back. And if he's /really/ perceptive, he might see just how much as well.
The saber of light slashes at Ikkaku's legs as the ghost darts, somersaulting into the air with a follow-up slash to skim the chest.
Yoda gets a glancing blow on Ikkaku Madarame with your What's blue and green and goes round and round and round? attack.
He finally comes up around one of the large trees. The fighting is just beyond, he can hear it easily now if not sense the two flaring spiritual forms. Ifreet grins broadly, and then frowns as his arm gets caught on a branch- AGH, stoopid bracelet! The arrancar scowls at the offending shrubbery as he tries to yank the silver links free. "...man, what was that fruity Octava thinking, -bracelet-....laaaaaaaaaaaame...." he grumbles, finally pulling the thing free. Don't wanna lose that now- otherwise Ikkaku will surely notice him, and that won't be good, nope, not at all.
Darnit! Freaking fast small things are not good when slow Ikkaku is slow! He curses under his breath, brow furrowing deeply as he misses. That was too cocky, but that's him. However, the man is not frustrated at all. In fact, he's feeling pretty good about this.
"Interesting," he smirks for a moment, dropping it as the smallish figure suddenly turns into a ball of light and ectoplasm. Eyes widen as he tries getting out of the way, the sword blocking part of the attack to keep it from hitting hard.
And if anyone asks, light sabers and metal swords /do/ work without cutting through each other. It's a special zanpakutou. Let's not make this difficult.
Ikkaku takes a step forward once he recovers, the sheath coming up and then angling downward at the alien muppet with manic glee. "ORYAAAAA!!"
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his Hey, it's almost like TENNIS, but not! attack.
The tiny target...is no longer there! Where did he effing go?!
Ah, there he is. Settled right on Ikkaku's shoulders like a certain annoying pink-haired lieutenant Ikkaku knows all too well. "Speed you have, and strength, yes! But control, you must learn control," he lectures, all the while pat-pat-patting at Ikkaku's bald head. Maybe he can drum some sense in there.
Yoda misses Ikkaku Madarame with your DRUM SOLO! jab.
Ifreet peers around the tree, just in time to see .... "...that's who he's fighting? And he's /losing?!/" He smirks, shaking his head. "Been sitting too much on your Thirrrrrd Seat! Let's see then..." The arrancar looks around, and then makes sure the two are distracted with each other.... before he clears his throat and lets out one of his sonic blasts, aimed for the glowing booger! It's just a subtle whine on the fringe of one's hearing, but it's cracked pavement before- maybe he can catch the little dude off guard enough for Ikkaku to whup some!
Only a moment after does Ifreet wonder- "Wait, why'm I helping -him-??"
Ifreet misses Yoda with his Tiiiiny sonic Skreeeeeeeeeeeee...ee stun.
A tree goes cracking and falling over some ways behind the two.
"....oops."
What the- HOW?!
The Shinigami halts abruptly, wondering about what just happened. The voice is enough to make him cran his neck to look at the short master in disbelief. Dumbfounded, he pauses before clamping his teeth together. NO ONE pats him on the head like that. NO ONE.
Maybe...except for Yachiru.
"Control THIS!" The Third Seat grimaces, attempting to grab the apparition with his right hand and chuck him across the swampy scenery.
Yeah - the scenery is pretty lively today, too.
Ikkaku Madarame misses Yoda with his TOSS THROW WHATEVER - GO FLYING YOU! attack.
"Uwee hee hee hee!" Talk about adding insult to injury. The ghost-thing is CACKLING at him! "Told you I did! Reckless are you, there is no controoooool."
Then, suddenly, the creature pushes Ikkaku's head down, hard, and leaps upward. It's barely enough time to put distance between them as a blast of sonic energy rips through the air, mist disturbed in wild patterns, just before an old swamp tree groans, cracks, and falls.
The creature isn't cackling any longer. Now it stands beside Ikkaku, ears twitching as the small mouth tugs downward into a frown. "Something else there is," it warns. "A great malice I feel. Strong, yes."
And behind the other tree, Ifreet mutters, "...aw crud." He ducks back around the tree, his rattail of a braid whipping after him. "...the heck is that thing anyway...?" Or maybe Szayel's special bracelet isn't working right. Then again, they're dealing with ghosts from other planes. Ifreet decides to lay low for a moment, nonetheless. Hopefully Ikkaku takes this distraction of the green goober to do his job!
Too fast. The Shinigami sees a blur of blue mixing with all of the green shades, landing on the unleveled ground with a solid thud. Ikkaku coughs, grimacing when the old master comes up next to him as he tries to push himself back up. Why, that little...
Wait. The ghost senses something? Painted eyes dart back and forth among the trees, seeing nothing of the sort. However, just waiting for something to appear would be bad. Hollows in this area? Well, it's possible.
"Huh. With such high spiritual levels, I'm not surprised," Ikkaku grunts, getting onto a knee. There is only one thing to do. The katana is sheathed, turning in his grasp to face the other way. "Sorry, old master. It's been fun, but this has to be done for your own safety," he warns, the pommel of the blade now aiming at the alien's forehead.
Ikkaku Madarame stuns Yoda with his tolly KONPAKU'D action.
Yes, good. Away, put your weapon. Such forces of evil are best left to Dagobah's defender, Master Y--
Bonk.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrgh!" The blue eyes roll as the tiny ghost reels, arms pinwheeling. "What have you done?! Warn you did I not of being reckleeeessss....sss...sss..." The insignia of the konpaku flares brightly, and the ghost sinks into a bright pool of light, lightsaber and all.
"'sabout stinkin' time!" Ifreet whoops. He recalls himself a second later, slapping a hand over his mouth. I am a tree, I am a tree, that was nothing but a....err... a mynoc!
Meanwhile, in an afterlife far, far away, Anakin Skywalker and Qui-Gon Jinn sit at the poker table, wondering why Yoda's so late bringing the Guinness.
(lol)
Ikkaku watches the tiny jedi master disappear, all solemn-like. Only after he did such does he break out of his composure, blinking rapidly when he hears that voice. "Wha-? HEY."
He gets back up, searching in vain. "...Huh. Weird."