E L E C T R O C U T I O N

                               I'll NEVER forgive you...

finally done. i made some documents that are relatively barebones but they get the job done, i’ve never been the type to be super flashy anyway. with that being said.

welcome. this is a bleach only multimuse rp blog written by ziegler. most if not all will be headcanon based and slightly canon-divergent. low-mid activity.

leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals. your essence is red: you are a spirit of intensity who effortlessly inspires others. you struggle to slow down; there is always another goal, another prize, to prove you are strong enough to them. you cannot stop speaking for the voiceless. you are the torch-wielder. you are the rebel. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, blush, terracotta, and fire, who share your unapologetic nature. you are also drawn to the free-spirited souls purple and yellow, who will help you grow and see that you can lighten your heart sometimes. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of blue and brown who are too methodical.

“We all die eventually.”

It seemed she wished to pursue the issue to blows. If that was the nature of her, then he was not going to deny her the chance to place a wager. If he could have it his way, they would go their different ways. So many other things required his attention, that in the grand scheme of things a couple dozen Shinigami healers barely mattered. But that was thing wasn’t it, they didn’t matter to anyone but him. The Gotei was ready to throw away each one of their lives if it was to maintain the balance, in this flawed stagnated world.

Hayden cared. He was a soldier from the moment of his death to the moment of his rebirth, serving faithfully. He was not shy to the idea of killing nor being killed himself. Ultimately his death would do more to upset the balance than those of a few dozen shinigami, but he simply could not ignore the men and women who wore the same uniform of him. Even if they thought him a betrayer, a traitor who abandoned his duty.

Emerald irises would focus on her, his head tilting back a bit. There was an intensity to his gaze, a quietness. It was not a man reassured in victory, but a man who would none the less battle. Who wanted to battle. Who craved to battle. A dog on a leash that was slowly gnawing at the cable that held him back.

When she moved the gates opened. He could feel his muscles tightening themselves, his body slowly flooding with decades of experience. Countless hours spent in the Gotei and Hueco Mundo in meditation, in pure combat, to understand himself intimately.

Her motions spoke to that of an experienced fighter, he wondered briefly how many years of experience laid in her bones. Not her age, but how many foes had she killed. All those years of lives spent only to be extinguished by what looked to be her electrifying powers. Oh, probably from this war alone, centuries. It was not the electricity that raised the hair on the back of his neck, but the soon collusion of wills.

The coiled muscles of his would spring, a foot smashing into the earth before them. The concrete structures of the area around them cracking and crumbling from the monumental force applied. A large slab of walkway would shoot upwards before the lightning would crash through it. His right foot would slide backwards, his body pivoting slightly, his right hand forming into a palm with his fingers turned downward.

His left hand would rest in front of him, said hand in a prayer motion.

When he stepped forward with his right foot the same hand would follow. Turning until his fingers would face the heaven.

“Tesshō.”

The edges of his body ignited, moving with such quickness that the spiritual particles which comprised the air would ignite. The friction cause by the mind-boggling movement would burn the edges of his uniform. He could feel tendons and muscles pulling tight, groaning in pain at the sudden explosion of power without warning. He really should have stretched before this. His hand would smash against the large rectangular slab blasting it forward. The resulting pressure would begin to tear apart the buildings around them, any stray rocks or debris would be shot towards her by proxy.

He would meet her electricity that traveled through the earth, with a tidal wave of kinetic force and rocky debris. Most of it focused on the singular massive slab of concrete currently traveling.

It had been sometime since he cut loose. He could feel the beast within him, gnawing at that chain. Biting. Tearing.

Control yourself, Hayden.

“My name is Hayden.”

Not tool. Those he supposes in some ways, he certainly was just another tool to be used and discarded. 

Time moves fast, this everyone knows. While she’s no faster than the light that travels through it, she’s damn near at that point with her kind of speed. Light travels in instants, otherworldly forces causing distances to be traversed like no other. While she was no exception of being on par to this law of nature, her lightning to the lesser was the equivalency of a thunder God striking down those unworthy to live.

Except. This guy seemed to have other plans for her. His physical prowess was already on display when he tried to match her projectile power with a chunk of the ground beneath them. Realistically, she could have sent a stronger bolt, but she didn’t, simply under the pretense that this guy was like the rest of the Soul Reapers she’s dealt with. Fodder. But when she watches the hurtling earth charge at her after making quick work of her simple bolt, she’s clears he’s worth at least a little effort.

Her senses are keen and quick, a ball of lightning forming in her hand with static flowing from it and her form, growing to a size that was double her hand, potentially, by view alone, a much stronger attack than she had just previously thrown. Her stance reminiscent on the stance she just hand, that ball of lightning held in her left is winded back, Candice letting out a winded up yell, reaching the apex of her battle cry once she whips her hand forward to simply crash that lightning into the earth to destroy it before it make contact with her, the debris of his attack having no choice but to follow suit in destruction due to her attack not only launching the large rock to destroy it, but to pierce forward, directly at the man whom has assumed a form that she could only assume was him using his Shikai.

She was disappointed. She was hoping to hear that sweet little word of “Bankai” so that she may share in the glory of theft of their greatest weapon. Only a select few got that luxury and it wasn’t fair she had to sit out of it because she wasn’t instructed to attack when the other Sternritters did. But, no matter. She read Her Majesty’s Daten. Captains ain’t the only ones capable of Bankai and she’s going to be ready for him to utter it just once so she can watch his precious hopes drift from his eyes. Not that he should have any at all...

❝ Alright, Hayden, I’ll take you seriously just this once, so you can see some real power before you die. ❞

She realizes now that this man won’t just lie down and die, so she has to actually try to kill him. Her left hand’s lightning ball was piercing forward at the vaguely “burning” man while her right hand still held the bolt from earlier. Candice takes a step back so she pivot her weight to the right side of her body so she can do a spin and build up some inertia. Once she began to conclude her spin, her hand lets go for the bolt and it zips through the air in a curve, targeted directly for man she was facing. If he were skilled enough this should be a breeze for him to dodge two different attacks in one go. But the curving bolt was her secret, ready to follow him if he chose to just bob and weave her attacks. The forward attack was more a bluff, if you will. Just to keep him directly on his toes and never let him get room to breathe.

Sub Stories on BBS has made me learn that I want to envision the idea of Candice in a sub story like cacao society, spirit society, hell even soul reaper Candi for the idea of a bankai (that atm I can really only attribute to something akin to Yoruichi’s Shunryu Kokubyo Senki). Quilge is a prominent idea in my mind of using Sklaverei with the confirmation of CFYOW saying all Quincy could do it and imaging what kind of absolute monsters soul reapers could’ve face had more Quincy used Sklaverei on weakened captains and taking attributes of them. Because it was only used to kill Ayon and absorb his characteristics while being a hollow and a downright beast, Quilge looked monstrous but.. What if it were done to someone more humanoid, aka Soul Reapers.

I can’t imagine someone like Candice would use Sklaverei because that’s just completely out of her style to do that. I say a lot of this most as a deviation to my original point because it’s things like the Sub Stories that allow for things like Beyond Bankai, forms beyond the bankai of a soul reaper because of SAFWY, Beyond Resurreccion, forms beyond the resurreccion of an arrancar because of CFYOW. I know those two are the only prominent books that BBS can work off which means there could be BBS original content of Beyond Vollstandig which would be insanely cool to look at, granted we’ve only seen a good handful of Vollstandig that actually change their physical forms (Gerard’s Aschetonig, Lille’s Jillel, and As Nodt’s Tatarforas) which are more unusable to extrapolate due to. Well, that being a pretty endgame form (sorta since two of them have a part 2 form in THAT endgame form) in itself while almost every other Sternritter has their typical wings and Heiligenschein.

We know (in at least BBS’ visuals) that the Stern girls are all completely normal in CFYOW whereas the all the espadas are fused with a Hogyoku without (as far as I know) any information but. 

“Hmmmm…that doesn’t sound quite right. I think you all legitimately care for each other but are too stubborn to admit it to one another.” Yuuno said rather haughty-like as she crossed her arms over her cheer. “You’re probably all too proud to admit and call yourselves friends. Probably a stigma of growing up in an army.” she continued. She kept looking at Candice, studying her very carefully. It was still quite perplexing that this was the dreaded Thunderbolt that murdered countless Shinigami during the war and even crossed paths with Kouta Marafuji and somehow he survived her.

“Well, don’t worry. We’ll pay our stuff, get our food, and it’s a quick Shunpo or two, and whatever it is you guys use to move fast, back to the Shouten.” he explained to her as he went to the self checkout line and started scanning his stuff and placing them into bags. He then held out his hand so she can hand him her stuff. “Give it here. I gotta scan your stuff next.” he explained to her as he waited, just staring at her.

Hayden would bring a hand to the side of his head as her voice seemed to be the loudest thing he ever heard, a groan escaped his lips. It appeared that things had already escalated to a point that a peaceful resolution was gone. Although Hayden was by all measures a traitor, and rebel, to the Gotei that did not erase his sense of obligation. It was who he was. And for the first time in over a century, the soldier had to answer the call of war.

So he removed his hand from his head, a slow exhale leaving his lips. Emerald irises closed for a moment, before opening to look at her. A sharpened expression, which spoke of little malice or approval. 'This is simply the way of things.’

“Unfortunately, for me, I can’t do that. Might not be the best of friends with the Gotei. But you’re kinda like, a hidden blessing for me.” He’d explain as he’d roll his shoulders backwards, tilting his head to the side. Maybe he was limbering up for a fight, truth be told he welcomed such a thing. It was like a voice in the back of his head, beckoning him to test just how powerful she was. See how much he’d wager, how much he’d bet his life on, just to see a glimpse of the prowess she had. That was the inner-hollow feeding on that. Best ignore it.

“If I keep you busy long enough, see, some of those guys might be able to get out of here. I know this might be hard to understand, but those are our healers. They keep people alive.”

A heartbeat passed, his chin raising slightly. His body posture shifted, the weight of the air grew heavier.

“So I’m afraid I can’t run. Not so long as you are here, and they are behind me.”

Run you damn fools. Run before she kills you all.

This guy... He just looks annoyed but not a foot was stepped in any direction that would warrant the idea that he’s going to run away. So he’s decided to stand his ground.. Typical minds of pathetic soul reapers. Defend at all costs, or something like that.

She had no problem treating him like the other soul reapers she had slain, but there’s an itch in the back of her mind telling her to not be too careless. While there are definitely idiots within their ranks, they didn’t travel around solo acting brave. If they were brave, it was just a front to hide being scared. No.. This guy seemed like he was enough of a real deal to stand out from a standard shinigami. It’s nothing that he’s done either to give her the idea. Just the circumstance and reaction. 

And now he’s on about something. Not being in good word with the Gotei 13. She’s confused, but she really can’t bring herself to care. She’s here to help kill every single soul reaper and their reasonings or explanations of whatever in the end mean nothing to Candice. To her, this guy may as well be fodder but. She’s cautious. But she’s excited. There’s a large grin spreading on her face. “This oughta be fun.” she says in her head.

❝ So all I gotta do is kill ya an as a reward, I get ta kill th’rest a ya. Sounds like easy pickin’s. Shoulda went ta try an find one a th’weaker Sternritters ta pick on cause yer gonna die real fast, ya hear me?! ❞ Her intent to kill was already in motion. Candice spreads her feet apart with a wide, bent stance, arms out past her side with bolts of lightning readied to go. With her right foot forward, she could take off at any moment, regardless of the fact that she could be faster if she activated her Vollständig, but no need to resort to it that quickly.

Yuuno’s face flushed a red color the moment Candice grabbed her thigh and inspected the tattoo closely. Especially the way she touched her thigh and moved it around to get a much better look. “You’re…quite forward, aren’t you?” Yuuno asked as the blush on her face didn’t leave her visage. Part of the embarrassment came from the fact that she practically stripped down in front of somebody else, part of it was showing off the tattoo to somebody other than her sister, and part of it was Candice herself. This was her first time interacting with the female Quincy and the first thing she noticed was her damn chest and how small Yuuno was compared to her. But it was also at how surprisingly beautiful Candice was despite her wild and fierce features. It was hard to imagine she was a Quincy and was once an enemy. “And why would it be difficult for you all to get something matching? You all seem…close. So what’s the issue?” she said as she pulled her yoga pants back up.