Unlike most of the others, Hijikata (or so he had once been called - now, there was only Toshirou) wasn't in the cells... mainly for the sole reason being that he didn't need to be in a cell. Why should he need to be in a cell, when he no longer has a reason to fight and struggle? The man once knew as Hijikata Toshirou was already long, long gone - there was only the Arrancar now, the Arrancar that was dutifully and obediently serving the one who made him so.
And it was on that obedience he was down in the dungeons today, stark white robes pooling around his silent form as the wolf-like demihuman sat near the entrance of the dungeon, ready to move and strike whoever so dared to try and escape from this place. He was the wolf... and this whole dungeon was his prey. The prisoners were safe behind those bars, but once they were out of there... who knew what could happen.
/gives Arrancar!Rou a chance to hurt someone B3dai_mon_daiFebruary 22 2010, 14:47:03 UTC
He didn't know anything about the man who used to be call Hijikata, and to a degree he didn't care. Now there was just an Arrancar. And while he may have tried to reach the man with his fists, he had yet to see these guard-dogs react more then returned violence. Not real battle, but some kind of foul bloodlust that both made hm sick and felt much too familiar.
So he didn't bother challenging him, simply kicking down the the cell door he was crouching behind, hoping to catch the wolf-arrancar by surprise before swinging his still bound fists in a wide haymaker arch. Even with the suppressor cuffs these still pulsed with a dull orange light around them, a tasty beacon to many of the creatures living here.
/...oh Masaru, you have no idea what you're getting into.mayoviceFebruary 22 2010, 14:53:43 UTC
There was no reaction whatsoever to the loud CLANG that came when the cell door fell onto the floor - nor did he react to the attack that came right before him. Much more than just a mere human, the Arrancar was no longer the man who he was... both mentally as well as physically. His senses were sharpened, reflexes and strength heightened to the extent of being called inhuman.
Which was also why he was the perfect guard dog.
In the blink of an eye, Masaru would find his attack stopped as a rough, calloused wrapped around one of his fists, the magic around his hand dissipating with a burst of his own as Hijikata looked up and directed a glare towards the other. The eyes flared once - an unnatural blue - blazing with unrestrained power before the Arrancar twisted his arm to send the human crashing down onto the floor violently without remorse.
/does he ever?dai_mon_daiFebruary 23 2010, 01:47:56 UTC
The look of surprise on Masaru's face would almost be called comic. It wasn't that he was unused to be deflected: it was that this man had done it so easily, dispersing the charge of pure energy around his hands like blowing out a birthday candle. True, he was much weaker with these damn cuffs, but...
His breath came out in one big 'hughf!' when he hit the ground, but he was nothing if not stubborn. So with another grunt he was twisting back to his feet, feeling his body pulse with more pure energy, thudding in his veins like a rotten tooth. He'd never had it hurt before... but not being able to use it freely was causing all kinds of strange aches.
"Heh, you're pretty good. Let's try that again." he smirked, not looking afraid at all for this strange wolf-man.
Not much of a reaction came from Hijikata at that - he had let go of Masaru after slamming him onto the ground and seemed more than content in remaining immoveable in his spot on the dungeon entrance. His sword was propped up beside him, rarely used and nowadays more for show rather than anything else; there was no need for him to use it when his own natural abilities were more than adequate for his job.
He was no longer a samurai... he was just the Arrancar, the wolf that hunted down its prey. That was all he was now, and all he would be forevermore.
And his senses told him that this... human... wasn't too much of a pushover - most of his theatrics were just for show... and his bark was worse than his bite. He wasn't anyone dangerous at all - which was why he continued to remain silent, not even bothering to spare the human a glance. If he knew what was best for him, he'd return to his cell like a good puppy.
Masaru could almost sense the disdain this man had for him, and it showed on his face. His eyes slitted and a scowl started to form on his face... and the dim orange light brightened just a bit. There was no way he was going to crawl back to die: better he have this man kill him then surrender.
"Don't you dare ignore me!" he bellowed, charging again. He swung with his bound fists again, but right after he brought up a knee, kicking forward with all his still surprising strength. He was used to fighting with his fists, but like hell he was going to ignore other styles if it meant he'd have a chance.
This time, Hijikata did grant Masaru with a reaction - it wasn't a very pleasant one though, and it proved to be more painful rather than anything else. Without even blinking an eye, he smacked the fists away before catching the knee with the same hand. He didn't let go though, and let his eyes glance toward the human's, gaze unwavering as he spoke in a low, hoarse voice that was empty as the look in his eyes.
"Go back before I hurt you." It was a command, and hardly a warning.
And it was on that obedience he was down in the dungeons today, stark white robes pooling around his silent form as the wolf-like demihuman sat near the entrance of the dungeon, ready to move and strike whoever so dared to try and escape from this place. He was the wolf... and this whole dungeon was his prey. The prisoners were safe behind those bars, but once they were out of there... who knew what could happen.
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So he didn't bother challenging him, simply kicking down the the cell door he was crouching behind, hoping to catch the wolf-arrancar by surprise before swinging his still bound fists in a wide haymaker arch. Even with the suppressor cuffs these still pulsed with a dull orange light around them, a tasty beacon to many of the creatures living here.
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Which was also why he was the perfect guard dog.
In the blink of an eye, Masaru would find his attack stopped as a rough, calloused wrapped around one of his fists, the magic around his hand dissipating with a burst of his own as Hijikata looked up and directed a glare towards the other. The eyes flared once - an unnatural blue - blazing with unrestrained power before the Arrancar twisted his arm to send the human crashing down onto the floor violently without remorse.
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His breath came out in one big 'hughf!' when he hit the ground, but he was nothing if not stubborn. So with another grunt he was twisting back to his feet, feeling his body pulse with more pure energy, thudding in his veins like a rotten tooth. He'd never had it hurt before... but not being able to use it freely was causing all kinds of strange aches.
"Heh, you're pretty good. Let's try that again." he smirked, not looking afraid at all for this strange wolf-man.
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He was no longer a samurai... he was just the Arrancar, the wolf that hunted down its prey. That was all he was now, and all he would be forevermore.
And his senses told him that this... human... wasn't too much of a pushover - most of his theatrics were just for show... and his bark was worse than his bite. He wasn't anyone dangerous at all - which was why he continued to remain silent, not even bothering to spare the human a glance. If he knew what was best for him, he'd return to his cell like a good puppy.
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"Don't you dare ignore me!" he bellowed, charging again. He swung with his bound fists again, but right after he brought up a knee, kicking forward with all his still surprising strength. He was used to fighting with his fists, but like hell he was going to ignore other styles if it meant he'd have a chance.
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"Go back before I hurt you." It was a command, and hardly a warning.
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