Alaric Godai Vs Artori Sentio Vs Seru Vs Kita Tavar

[Altered Tundra]

Location: New York City, New York
Time of Day: Afternoon

Some could say that New York City has seen some crazy shit in its time, especially when it comes to natural disasters. Of course, the disaster’s it has been the focal point of is not just limited to disasters of a natural proportion. New York City has been the centerpiece of “Occupy Wall Street”, and several other rebellious actions that citizens have took action towards. In all, some could say that, while New York is one of the most prominent landmarks within the United States of America.

Into the subject of how New York City looks, anyone with a half-a-brain could tell you what exactly New York looks like. It’s a wondrous place with buildings upon buildings. These very buildings align themselves perfectly in a mountain of Skyscrapers. That’s not all that NYC brings to the table. The city itself, on the ground level, presents itself with much to do, and even more so, the people within this very city. Some will present themselves in pleasant mannerisms, but some will be the typical New York trash that will mug you or some shit like that.

The levels at which people walk on are amazing to see, especially for those who have to live under a ruse of false pretense. This is the very thing that Alaric Godai finds himself in, especially when he was given crystal-clear details to keep an eye on the human race. Alaric, being a Shaman of the Hindu God of Creation, Brahma , was sent down as a silent guardian for Earth, but it hasn’t really been worth anything. Alaric didn’t really need to do anything except blend in, and hope for the best. He tries his best to do such an action, and that’s why, when he’s among the humans, Alaric chooses a rather casual fashion of jeans, leather jacket, and a T shirt. With this style of fashion, Alaric’s long, black hair is seen, and he has that in a smooth, single ponytail

Walking through time Square, Alaric just ponders one what kinds of events will happen, if they even do. He does know that something is among the air, for he can sense it. The forces of the natural energy aren’t as calm as they were just a few minutes ago. He can’t explain it, but Alaric senses something unnatural, yet familiar in the distant breeze. He looks up to the sky as it’s clear. To the human eye, none can see it, but Alaric sees swirling masses of different auras. However, they are not what one would think. Yes, they are forms of energy, but Alaric sees them emitting from different dimensions.

Knowing that there would be some sort of confrontation, Alaric quickly reverted his existence from view, and took his solid form on top of the Empire State Building. “The rest will unravel shortly.”

[Kid A]

Jumping, the best kind of tactical skill any person can achieve, from age three and beyond. If there were an art to the jump, daftly more than anything, his performance was proficient. White hair, silver eyes, and a light jacket, with jeans and sneakers. The chain that dangled from his belt loop, as it was blown behind him. Landing on a fine point, where it seemed as if he were levitating. 'Never seen such a large structure like this before.' he thought in solitary.

The spire jump was a delicate art, when done with his incredibly paced technique vagabond. Jumping from the island of Manhattan, his body became a paperweight against the air and he allowed himself to pretty much fly in slow motion against the current without friction. The wanderer, and true escapist was amidst his own travels. This part of the island was a ways off, he could see the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Airport Terminal from below. Even further, the re-established World Trade Center was but a moon drop for him in the distance.

Looking down, there were his share of delinquents that ran about Manhattan. As he dropped down, he could see them climbing onto a fire escape with an LCD tv, probably a 21''. Two boys, and as gray dropped from the tip of a flagpole, he swung a round house kick to knock both the the teens into the bar and force their grip broken. The television flew upward, and he caught it with his finger, jumping through the window and placing it back on the dresser, then closing the window behind him. He was standing now on the fire escape with them, to their ignorance he was absorbing the make up of the steel into himself. As the both punched him, you could hear it, the bone's breaking in their fist as they curled in screams.

"Breaking an entry and burglary? Your just kids, you ain't about that life." the young man said, with a sigh, before taking a foghorn out of his pocket and blowing it to the alley. "See you trouble makers later."

Sirens were heard and soon upon the alley, the police discovered two young men, suspended from the fire escape, fastened by the bedsheets of the innocents whose home they'd broken into. The individual that had left them to the police, headed towards the citadel of New York, its capital.

[Bloodbayne]

Nestled within the darkness that lay between the different planes of reality rested the energy essence of a man known as Xavier Bloodbayne. In this endless nothing the man's essence carefully plucked the numerous reality threads, in search of a thread whose resonance held the most power within it. Life had lost any true meaning within his eyes through the years, he drove only to experience an existence devoted to battle. The majority of the threads he currently plucked did little to peek his interest, though this was often the case with this meager plane as the people within it all seemed to lead limited yet destructive lives. They simply spread to unoccupied areas of their planet before multiplying and destroying the resources presented to them, a species who simply digs their own grave everyday.

The people were a disgusting creation and it became a mental note within Xaviers mind to pay this place a special visit some time in the future, they could do with some population control. As he was about to move to another section of threads he plucked one final thread which brought an image of a large, green metallic woman reaching to the stars. Beyond this image and even the base resonance the thread gave off there was a pulsation in the echo as it died away that held immense power. Whatever or whoever this resonance belonged to the possibility of a challenging confrontation was simply too good to pass up and so he began to force his presence upon the thread, seeking for a form to replace.
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New York, New York: Rooftop near W 42nd st and 7th Ave. Air Conditioner Repairman



Upon the roof of a local business, a small, tired and sweaty service man was just readying to finish his day before returning to his meager but happy life at home. Below him the hustle and bustle of Times Square faintly echoed upon the rooftop, everyone was just as ready as he to get on with their day. With a triumphant grunt he gave the final fastening bolt of the AC units cover before wiping his brow and.throwing the tool in his box. With a smile on his face the man stood with his tools in hand and made towards the door, before a chill suddenly rushed down his spine and halted his steps instantly. No matter how hard he tried the man could do nothing to move his body, as it was in a sense no longer his to control as Xaviers presence began to overpower the man's.


While overtaking the man's form Xavier took the opportunity to mild the appearance of the man in order to rid his form of the weak appearance it held. The man's body stretched to a height of 5'11 and his body's physique grew to a size to match a built middle weight fighter, tearing through a majority of the repairmans clothing, save for the spandex leggings and tank top the man wore to keep cool. The one black hair turned a dull gray and grew to reach Xaviers shoulders, before the process of placing himself within the realm had finished.

The first breath which Xavier took introduced him to a foul stench, as though the air itself was laced with some sort of toxic gas, how these creaturea could stand it was a mystery. To avoid tasting this toxic muck within the air a red tinted metallic liquid began to ooze from the pores of Xaviers face, joining together to cover the entire lower half of his face. Now he looked to the material which covered his body, tugging at it gently "Flexible, yet form fitting. Rather comfortable but not very beneficial." The mask he now wore distorted his voice while lowering his tone. More of the same liquid began to ooze from his chest and forearms, producing 6 large separate squares of red metallic plating to cover his chest and abdomen 2 inches thick while 2 identical wrist guards only 1/4 of and inch thich appeared on his wrists.

Stretching his arms slowly Xavier flexed the muscles in his arms while shaking his legs gently, ensuring he was properly stretched. Once finished stretching he made his way slowly to the edge of the roof, tiny pebbles crunching beneath his feet with each step that he took. When he reached the edge of the roof he stood upon it and look towards the ground 15 stories below, all the people rushing about blindly, yelling at their tiny communication devices and some to themselves. "Lets see if I can draw some attention to myself." That being said Xavier brings his right hand forward so that his palm pointed towards the building beneath him, forcing his energy upon the stone surface until 3 floors beneath him had been overtaken. With a simple flick of the wrist the 3 floors, a total of 6 currently empty offices and their contents were suddenly uprooted from their resting grounds and thrown to the earth below. His objective was simply to eradicate as many of the petty lifeforms as he could with this one sweep, surely someone would catch on to what he had done.

[Insidious Apparatus]

Seru walked right out of a large cos-play convention and didn't stop to talk or chat with anybody but a girl dressed up as the character Yuna. "My," it smiled at her which was a rarity, "in all honesty you are the best looking cos-player I've seen today."

The girl kind of chuckled but it was obvious that she was unable to mask her interest in how Seru's voice sounded. "Well I can see that you are playing as a dragon ball z character but which one??" She paused and giggled, "That hair is amazing and your eyes and even voice are set up. How did you manage all of that??"

For a second Seru began to get very angry at the girl. She was adorable but asked too many questions. Besides that her voice was annoying and more than most. It had come out as squeal. Seru swore to tiself that the sound reminded him of dying legions....

"I did it with magic. See??" Seru frowned at the cos-player girl and its eyes glowed ominously. The girl stumbled backwards and fell onto her back. Seru hadn't attacked her or even really used a lot of magic to make her fall. Her purse had just gotten a lot heavier. "Enjoy your life, or at least the next few years of it...."

It floated off away from the girl whom had opened her purse to find that it was stuffed to the seems with bundles and bundles of cash. "All those idiots in the convention didn't no shit about their prospective anime choices."

Seru look at the Empire State building, and then appeared atop it. A well of rage started to build up within Seru. "Mortals. How boring."

There were of course other lifeforms about around the city, some of which were not even human beings at all and had tremendous forces at their disposal. For the time being Seru didn't care. None of them had attempted to bother it just yet. It was only there upon request by Reforge. Seru couldn't really say no to that which was it. It observed as such and tried not to get too angry witnessing all of the things around it.

But then something happened. "How odd." A building a mere three hundred feet from where Seru was perched began to shift, it was only within three seconds that an area of the building was wrenched from within the structure itself. It was a miniature catastrophe as chunks of falling debris and steel, among other materials that were raining down into the street. "Hmm, it isn't time yet." Seru leaped from the roof and sped toward the ground at an amazing speed, hair trailing down behind it as the people scrambling for their lives. This all happened in a period of time that allowed Seru to not only cause the area around the people to shift but also to act upon the situation.

The entire chunk of building that had been thrown down rested atop Seru's left hand. All of the other pieces associated with the building had already been attracted to it. This material shrunk down a the size of a basketball and Seru placed it on the ground with a thud. "I don't know why I bother. It is nearly time..." Seru then returned to the top of the Empire State Building.

[Altered Tundra]

Standing up top the Empire State Building, Alaric can already see the carnage happening. He already foresaw what was going to happen, and Alaric already knew who exactly had revealed themselves, especially the two that Alaric knew would be coming to the Empire State Building. It was most likely that Alaric would be dragged into something that only Brahma had intended for him to do. As such, Alaric will follow on into his lord’s desires without question, and with the utmost drive to see it all the way to the end.

Gazing on down below, Alaric noticed quite the few things. The one called Darien Gray, who Alaric could only perceive as a being with enormous human athletic ability. Alaric could only watch on as Darien was seeing it to that he stopped anyone from causing bodily harm to any innocent being. Though, to be honest, Alaric knew that the two kids that Darien stopped were just doing some minuscule crimes, but still, Alaric was quite impressed with the display that Mr. Gray put on. “This is one to watch.”

As the events continued, Alaric took heed to the one called Xaviar. He was a very interesting one. His powers, from what Alaric could make out, was something far beyond he would assume from the inhabitants of the city below. This one had powers that ascended into the higher planes. It’s truly something interesting, especially for Alaric, who hasn’t encountered someone like this in a good while. However, the way he was acting was not something that Alaric praised. “To draw attention to yourself in such a manner will not stand well…not at all.”

Further into the events, Alaric had came to the third who made his presence known. This one was the familiar signal that Alaric had definitely felt from already sensing it. It was something similar to that one battle all those years ago, but not in the same form. This one called Seru, yes he reeked of familiarity. However, his actions did not make his familiarity a good one for Alaric as he intentionally crashed, and destroyed a local Cosplay Con. It’s true that he did noting to harm them, but that was beside the point. Even though Seru did halt any deaths, Alaric still sighed in disappointment.

After Alaric viewed all that has happened, one of them had appeared behind him. Alaric slightly turned his head, and saw it was Seru. “Was all of that really necessary? You know that deaths aren’t needed, especially when we’re here to do something far greater than human deaths.”

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Artori Sentio

"Your on duty, relieve the observer of his position. Furthermore, be careful, some strange disturbances lately." Nodding his head, Artori Sentio the captain of the 2nd division headed off through the senkaimon. For once he had volunteered to be sent out for duty on the field. He was tired of being cooped up in his division barracks and for once the disturbance was great enough that his skills might actually be needed. As he ran the reishi formed easily beneath his feet and in an instant he vanished, appearing on the other end of the gateway, and exiting in a flash of incredible speed. It had been a long time, and he'd held the title since his days as a lieutenant. No, he wasn't JUST the shunshin anymore, not just the god of the flash, no he was something else, something more. Glancing about his eyes narrowed and he found his hand glancing the tsuka of his blade, the grip, and then he vanished again.

The use of shimyaku o sendan was definitely effective, he was glad he'd thought of the technique. Appearing high above the streets of New York and on its tallest of skyscrapers he closed his eyes and accessed Ishiki. As was implied by his name, his awareness expanded over the entire city in mere moments and he became fully aware of the other fluxing powers that be. Narrowing his eyes Artori's hand briefly gripped the tsuka of his katana and then the slightest of movements and he was gone. Reappearing, it had been but an instant truly, he managed to locate two of them, the signatures of power. While he didn't know their names it was Alaric and Seru that he now saw. His eyes were looking upwards from below and far off, or at least what would seem far had he not been so fast.

"Curious," Ishiki told him that neither of them were human and could only vaguely be referred to as 'plus'. Strangely though they were something more, greater, more powerful. His hand touched the grip of his blade and while he didn't think battle was the only option, his instincts told him that it would end up as such regardless. Artori was a man who followed his instincts. Drawing his blade, he vanished and the whisper of his voice could vaguely be caught within the city's din "Transverse, Jiku no Tamashi(Soul of Space-time)."

The building before him suddenly found itself sheared in half by a ghostly manifestation of the veil. He'd poured a sufficient amount of reiryoku into the attack and so the area would quickly expand outwards. Now in the center of the building, namely the one that Seru and Alaric were on --the empire state building-- and cut once more, now directly upwards. The blade of veil would strike out and where it had cut the building horizontally before, now it would do so vertically shearing the top portion into halves. The attack would miss, and due to the inherent power of the two Artori knew that it was unlikely that they'd feel it entirely necessary to retreat. Afterall there was very little dust or rubble, rather strange really. Regardless the veil would be expanding and now form a well suited area for Artori's movements.

"Kensomaku(Precipice-curtain)," the name of the technique, once it had been underestimated by the seireitei, now it was revered. Of course back then he'd had no idea how powerful the veil's ability to cut could be

[Kid A]

He already knew, he already foresaw, this was just a vision of something ominous.

What the hell was this, some display of a soul that attempted to be ominous and all knowing? Kids, the teens of the area that were certainly acute to the happenings and ongoings around them. As they suddenly lowered their ipods, cellphones, and unplugged themselves from their electronics. At the street level you could simply imagine how the people felt. They felt like they were participating, as if they were connected to this kind of unseen or scathing show of valor. It was petty to belittle the things that could in someway impact your very lives right?

His hands had been snugly dug into his pockets, the vagabond simply drifted as the shrieks of people that were pointing upon the insurrection of the empire state building. It wasn't important, he didn't need to get involved, it potentially meant the undoing of...wait. He suddenly hit the beat of his own two feet as he looked up, almost as if he were using the sky as his eyes. Gray pulled in knowledge, the wealth of atoms and matter, encryption of numerous information that were as bound as the very molecules that created the ambient atmosphere. Nearby a telescope, the knowledge and use of a telescopic eye had then proceeded to manifest within his own.

Using them as viewfinders, they zoomed and searched the feint incision of dust as the building would soon suffer a total collapse. The contents of the building were where what mattered, lives of countless thousands to be dashed. This was his greatest concentration, a mere quote from a popular trilogy of films.

A vigilante is just a man lost in the struggle for his own gratification; He can be destroyed or locked up. If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal and they cannot stop you, then you become something else entirely.--Ra's al Ghul.

He did his final prayer, before making a jump that elevated him from the street to the open air. He'd be knowledgable of everything tangible here, this was the material plane after all. So for the sake of accuracy, he wanted to play ball with the know how of his physics book. Keeping his body at a lightweight, and a constant current of heat that rose from his soles upward. He levitated for a moment before emulating gravitational forces to eject himself from the pull. Hovering for a minute, there was something else that occupied the airspace.

Rather...someone.

"Hello stranger, nice day to fly."

[Bloodbayne]

In an instant Xaviers attention suddenly shifted to an energy source speeding towards his direction, his eyes darting to the right in order to get a better view of this new presence. As expected it turned out to be a man with oddly multicolored hair, though it did not appear as though Xavier were his intended target. It seemed that this man could be responsible for the energy this area exuded, a hypothesis only testable through a physical confrontation.

As the man positioned himself beneath the plunging rubble Xaviers hand rose in a blur to point towards the man, a thick glob of an red metallic liquid quickly oozing from the pores of his palm. This liquid joined together to create an orb holding a cirfumference of only 3 inches. A single thought spurred this orb to action as the man shrank the rubble, a red javelin appearing within Xaviers now closed fist with its point aimed towards Seru. In the blink of an eye the javelin suddenly tore through the air, pushed to breakneck speed in an instant through only Xaviera control of the metal and aimed to pierce Serus upper body.