Try-Out: Amai Noaruji; Noaruji Amai [APPROVED]

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Try-out Role-Player: Noaruji Amai
Try-out Character's Name: Amai Noaruji
Try-out Character's Race: Shinigami [Captain Commander!]

[Noaruji Amai]

Noaruji Amai

It's time. Destroy that wretched ... thing.

Post #1

He exhaled deeply, a strong sense of urgency filling the entire room and all in it. He stood in the middle of a dimly lit room with several men dressed in white coats. They scooted to and fro, readying the place for a journey deep within. On the far left, near a bright red EXIT sign sat four large submersion pods, each filled with a thick liquid of varying colors and densities. On the far right were large metal computer keyboards with bright flashing buttons and one large button, shaped circular with a royal lavender color. On the third wall, behind Noaruji, were seven large monitors, each displaying something different. One displayed current spiritual levels within the World of the Living with several points popping up and being transferred electronically to a list that would be analyzed in no time. That was the Spiritual Activity Monitor (commonly referred to as SAM) which allowed the Twelfth Division to track any and all anomalies within the Human Realm. If anything was detected that didn't fit a specific group, or there was an outlier, an alarm would be sound and a Jigokucho[Lit: Hell Butterfly] would be dispatched to the Thirteenth Division, detailing coordinates and any other relevant information. The six other monitors were all security cameras set in different places about the Twelfth Division Barracks. Brightly lit hallways were all that were distinguishable on the screens - not a soul scurried within any viewable corridor.

The Amai male closed his eyes in disgusted, impatient despair. The men that occupied this specific office - the Captain's Quarters of the Twelfth Division - were his colleagues. None of them were seated members, no, they were all recruits. They'd all have their memory wiped soon after in a vicious display of power. By Noaruji? Certainly not. No rumors of him doing such things would ever get out, though he would make sure no rumors of what was about to transpire would leak, either. His eyes flashed open and they swatted side to side as they fumbled with large pieces of furniture, arguing where the placement will be. Exit. he murmured, to absolutely no avail. His eyes narrowed to thin slits on his face and he inhaled deeply, which caught their attention more than anything else. The anger of the Twelfth Division's Captain were mythic and legendary in proportion. Exit. he repeated calmly, though his demeanor would show otherwise. With widened eyes and pounding hearts, they obeyed; two dropped the couch they were carrying and the others quickly lit three White Tea Candles and scurried away, exiting through the only known exit in the room, shutting the door tightly behind them. An uneasy breath went in, and a shaken breath was released. Are you ready? Kaneyoru questioned, his trusted friend. His marvelous, insightful and wise Zanpakutou Spirit. No. he replied simply.

His right hand flicked to his left side and, with an iron grip, ripped his Zanpakutou from its sheath. With his left hand, elbow bent, he removed the dimly colored scabbard from his Obi Sash. He tentatively and reverently ventured to the center of the room where a red, luxurious cushion sat in the center of twelve burning candles. The circle was surrounded by elegant, expensive couches and nightstands with one lamp who's switch was set to OFF. He plopped himself down in the center of the circle, right onto the cushion. He laid his Zanpakutou across his lap, its sister (the sheath) running parallel in but a matter of moments. He inhaled, keeping the breath within, allowing the oxygen to fill his lungs and disperse through his bloodstream. He exhaled deeply, allowing his muscles to lose their taught texture and loosen to sinewy-soft mush. He repeated this process until he was as relaxed as he could possible get. Hell, were he kicked in the chest the boot may just go straight through him like an object through a mixture of cornstarch and water. Relax, Noaruji. Relax. he began chanting in his head until he was lost in this thought. Thinking this - repeating it, neigh, being it became a second nature to him. He was no longer Noaruji Amai. He was relaxed. He was prepared. Most of all... he was afraid. Afraid of what was coming and what would happen. Afraid of losing himself and endangering everyone around him.

His eyes flickered open and adjusted to scenery much the same, with the absence of the circle he just entered before this place: his Inner World. Now, as Noaruji had formerly described it, his Inner World was a large dark cave with small ponds of water and little bats that screeched through it's tunnels, adorned with Adamant. This was an entirely different scene. A laboratory? But how could that be, exactly? One's innermost desires effect that of which consists within the soul. In short a voice began, one Noaruji knew all too well. it changes the world in which I reside. Kaneyoru finished, coming in to the lab through the door off to the side. Noaruji didn't mind him. He did not care. He was simply stating something he himself already knew, why acknowledge it? He was here for something important, something that effected many more people than just himself and Kaneyoru. He stepped towards the large computer keyboards near one wall, peering back to Kaneyoru letting him know it was time he left. A silent understanding followed with the silence only being broken when Kaneyoru warned, Don't get yourself killed. before exiting through the door he entered, making not a single sound.

He walked to the far wall, placed his head against the metal support and called upon his... dark powers much in the same way as he would were he not in his Inner World. The only difference was there were no hand movements towards the face, nor were there any ripping motions that would follow such an action. He was here. Fujin, his Inner Hollow, had arrived. It's time to end this. he thought, nodding a silent approval to himself and to his decision. This would happen or he would die trying.

[Ravilin Asura]

The soft melodic sigh would escaped the slightly parted lips. The child was trying to fight him again, but why? Noaruji honestly thought that he could take him on now? Of all the times... Fujin watched the shinigami carefully noting the change in scenery. This wasn't the inner world which he was used to lurking in. Noa's lab perhaps? The thought struck Fujin as funny. "Child, you're trying again to fight me, but for what purpose? I thought that we went through this process before" Fujin spoke with no flicker of emotion passing over his face. Fujin surveyed the room once more, with more than enough confidence he moved from Noaruji. Now that wasn't saying he was stupid enough to remove his gaze from the shinigami. The look in his eyes was just a simple reflection of the shinigami before him. There was no reason to agitate the fool of a man before him more than necessary. Folding his right hand in slightly the fingers trailed along the edge of the blade. If it came to having to quick draw then hed be prepared. This wasn't the real world, Fujin was aware of that. It just worked out better for when they were having their fight. Slowly a light smile of sorts played across the straight features. Fujin stopped his backward step finding himself near the wall. Using this the inner hollow knew that Noa couldn't attack from behind with the wall in the way as it were. Fujin doubted the wall would be lasting long but with the starting formalities of a fight he wanted to make sure that he had one of his fronts protected. Finally the boy had decided to grow up enough to face his own boogie man. The thought brought a proud look to his face. Crushing the pride from Noa would be all the more fun then.

"Noaruji I thought you had more intelligence than what you're showing. It'll be my pleasure to remind you the gap between our strengths." Fujin spoke softly, his voice whispering in the air between them. The spiritual energy between the pair was washing out thickly much like real live current did. After speaking to the shinigami there was the faint boom and Fujin was gone from the spot he staked out against the wall. Fujin planned on cornering Noaruji to make his work much more easier than it had been last time they tussled one another. The speed on the sonido was rather impressive. Fujin was once more behind Noaruji the blade out of the sheath with a simple slide using his thumb to push the handle upwards. This was a serious fight with little time to lose between them. Does the child honestly believe I will play his games anymore? I understand he craves domination but he may be looking to the wrong foes. Fujin thought, using his free hand to let off the burst off a bala at the back of Noa's head. The light purple energy shot forward with the speed a bullet would move at. There was more than enough power there to seriously hurt with something that wasn't even a cero. His body flowed forward after releasing the shot of energy fully expecting the shinigami to react in an unpleasant manner. It seemed a shame that Noaruji was the one who seemed tainted compared to himself. Of course Fujin viewed himself as flawless so that didn't truly help his case. Noa had one advantage that Fujin didn't like at all. Noa had picked their battle ground rather than allowing him to have both terrain and the quicker mind out of the pair of them.

Fujin had the sword slid from the sheath prepared to defend himself from the shinigami before him. "Do you honestly feel in your heart that you could possibly win against me? Be honest with yourself, Noaruji."

[Noaruji Amai]

Noaruji Amai

Do not let him get to you like he did last time. Don't trip up. Think about your actions and what you are here to accomplish.

Post #2

His brow rose in a mocking display of amusement - his right hand rested neatly on the right side of his hip while his left leg went lax and his right leg supported the near entirety of his body. I am no child. he thought to himself, a tad more confident in Fujin's presence than he had been in their previous encounter. He still let that little jab get to him though; a sign of progress still to be made. As always, Fujin's voice made the hairs on the back of Noaruji's neck stand high and tall, a sign of nervousness and just how much this creature unsettled Noaruji. There will be no fight, Fujin. he told him, not sure that spilling the secret would foil any plans. Its not like it would force Fujin not to fight, either. If Noaruji knew Fujin like he knew he did, then an attack would be made soon. Noaruji's eyes gathered a vast amount of information: Fujin was prepped for whatever was to come, if the result would e combat. A master of the Quickdraw - of the Iai Strike, or Iaijutsu, Fujin was. The two practically mirrored one another in terms of combat skill and preferences, though thankfully this time Noaruji wasn't relying on any sort of battle prowess, so he should be able to catch Fujin off his guard. One slip up was all he needed from his Inner Hollow to be able to subdue him in this rather... unrefined way. He'd be lying if he didn't say he was not only interested, but genuinely excited to test this out. The worst that would happen would be that Noaruji would have to fight Fujin once more.

Noaruji shook his head in a solemn agreement, however false, at Fujin's statement regarding his own intelligence. He murmured, "no, no no", in negative agreement. You're right, Fujin. he chided, a sly smile beginning to nestle itself onto his face, making a nice and comfortable nest right where those boyish cheeks would normally be. It's foolish to think the Twelfth Division Captain lacked intelligence. I bow to you and your wisdom, for I have not come here with a plan and shall perish before you like a ripe tomato in a summer's sun he teased, playing on Fujin's calm nature to attempt to get an amusing reaction from him. It's the very least he deserved for going through all the trouble to ensure he met with him, even if his intentions were to destroy him. His left hand fell gently to the sheathed blade of his Zanpakutou, a faux front used to confuse Fujin, who would expect Noaruji to fight despite his earlier words. The soft buzz of a sonido made itself known to Noaruji, though he made no attempt to move anywhere. He stood where he was, though began to move a tad, allowing Fujin to get the impression that he was making an attempt to escape. Try as he might, the sound of Fujin's sword unsheathing was masked by the blast of a bala, sent straight to the back of the head, enough to knock Noaruji silly for a good hundred years perhaps. Instead of moving, Noaruji's only sound was a surprised gasp while a small puddle of blood fell before Noaruji as it escaped from the depths of his throat.

Guess again he cooed softly as the struck body dispersed into a small amount of Spirit Particles. A technique he knows, a variation of Shunpo called Utsusemi, replaces one body with a false body that can appear to have taken damage. This technique had replaced the real Noaruji with a fake one, allowing that one to take damage while the real guy moved about! Noaruji appeared behind Fujin with his hand placed on his shoulder, ready to incapacitate him as quickly as possible. The best thing to do in this situation would be to use Bakudo 61, a very well known Kido for it's speed and strength at binding. Bakudo no Rukoju-ichi: Rikojokoro he chided maliciously, performing an unincanted Kido simply for time's sake. It would be enough, surely. The two were close enough in strength that even if Fujin made an attempt to escape, he would be gone long before the rods of Rikojokoro gave way. Now, Fujin Noaruji began, stepping lightly away from the bound incarnation of all of Noaruji's negativity. I have high aspirations. I do not need a beast such as yourself here to hold me back. You're a danger to me in my physical sense, as well as to my mental well-being. We cannot have that, you see. If my physical or mental condition are effected by your presence, then those around me are in danger as well. Therefore, you must be exterminated. He stepped away from Fujin, towards a large desk near the exit with a large green liquid filled syringe. A powerful dosage of a thick chemical that blocked off the Spiritual Flow of energy within Spiritual Bodies. It would render their Reiryoku inactive and relax their muscles, rendering them immovable.

Are you ready? he asked, a tinge of remorse in his voice. I am not barbaric. I will make it as quick as possible just in case the procedure is painful. Close your eyes and, if you wish, bite your tongue. I wouldn't imagine this being painless. he said sighing as he approached Fujin with the pointed needle. The process was simple: this world, while within Noaruji, is a fully functioning laboratory, equipped with items and chemicals Noaruji puts to use in a multitude of experiments. That included this chemical he used once before when subduing two hollows in his past as Captain of the Twelfth for use in Gigai replications. Once numbed and rendered spiritually-inactive, he would be rebound with Bakudo 63: Sajo Sobaku and moved to one of the submersion pods on the far side of the room which would fill with a liquid that ate away at Fujin's spiritual composition until he was reduced to pure Reiryoku whilst inside the pod. Once complete, a process that takes maybe ten minutes, he would be pressurized until his energy was condensed into the size of a pill, rendering him solid energy. This pill would be removed from his Inner World and placed within a hidden area within the Maggots Nest, rich in SekiSeki Stone, a stone that neutralized any spiritual activity. Fujin would be a goner.

Or so he thought

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Try-out Profile Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 27/36

• General - Total: 11/12
  
• Thoroughness - 3/4
  
• Organization - 4/4
  
• Cleanliness - 4/4
  
  
• Character - Total: 9/12
  
• Originality and creativity - 5/6
  
• Character depth - 4/6
  
  
• Zanpakuto - Total: 7/12
  
• Originality and creativity - 5/6
  
• Zanpakuto depth - 2/6

Try-out Post Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 58/64

• Creativity - Total: 16/18
  
• Setting - 5/6
  
• Action scene - 5/6
  
• Character reaction - 6/6
  
  
• Grammar and Sentence Structure - Total: 13/16
  
• Punctuation - 3/4
  
• Sentence structure - 3/4
  
• Readability - 7/8
  
  
• Storytelling Ability - Total: 4/4
  
  
• Flow and Overall Structure - Total: 7/8
  
• Post flow - 4/4
  
• Post organization - 3/4
  
  
• General Detail - Total: 18/18
  
• Setting detail - 6/6
  
• Character action detail - 6/6
  
• Character interaction detail and integrity - 6/6

Total: 85 points.

Ranked: Supreme-
[76 to 100 points]

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Staff discussed your application as CC.
We agreed that you are allowed to become Soul Society's leader.

Please keep in mind that you have storytelling power now. We trust your judgement, but we need you to understand that you do not only get Supreme- power points now, but also "the power of voice". With one sentence your character can lead people into war, change the happenings in this RPG and even decide the fate of single players.
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