samreaper

Bleach: The Bueraue

After what seemed like forever, the intense waves of plain gradually ebbed away and ended with him vomiting up the entirety of his stomach's content mixed with a chunk of blood. The procedure had left his entire body completely exhausted; too weak to move and the tiniest bit of energy left in him was used to keep himself from faceplanting onto the puddle of vomit.

His skin was deathly pale and completely soaked in sweat; blood dripped from both his nose and ears and down the chin, which left a scarlet stain on the front of his shirt. The arms holding his upper body up were badly shaking; looking about to give out at any moment.

Terrence simply stayed like that....too exhausted to move or speak and the weak inhale/exhale being the only sound coming from him. Never in his life did he feel so utterly drained and wanted nothing more than to sleep for three days straight, the thought sounded like heaven to him. One that was cut short by the sudden sliding of the door, too tired to even lift his head, but the rustling of multiple of footsteps a good indication of people rushing in.

Before he knew it; hands had gripped him and felt himself being lifted and sat on the bed. What followed after, though turned out to be an very uncomfortable experience as the several doctors poked and prodded him all over, even flashing a blinding light in his eyes causing him to flinch. Soon to have his mouth forced open and a tongue depressor pushed in making him gag and all the while muttering incoherent words, but he was simply too tired and dazed to tell what.

Bleach: The Bueraue

It wasn't the imminent procedure that bothered him..no it was the waiting which seemed to go on forever. The stress caused by it was making his legs fidget; bounce against the floor nonstop that he had to put his hand on his knee to stop the fidgeting somewhat. Hearing the beep of the intercom helped pop the bubble of pressure threatening to strangle him; listening to the voice explained how the procedure would be taking place.

Terrence looked to the door, where the assistant entered while holding what looked to be a brace of some sort. When asked to offer an arm, he hesitated at first as he stared at the device, unsure of what to think. Yet, knowing that since he stayed went the last chance to back out and thought it best to take his glasses off to avoid having them break and placed it on the bed.

Steeling himself with one last slow exhale before standing up and held up his left arm to have the brace set against his arm and once done, the assistant had left the room.'Alright...whatever's coming....bring it.'Nodding his head; resolved to do this to the end and even if he didn't make it, then at least he would die knowing his grandfather would be well taken care of.

The silence broken once again by the beeping of the intercom as the voice spoke one last time to let them know the procedure was about to begin.

Soon the prick of a needle made him flinch, but what came next was by far the worst pain imaginable. Within seconds he was on his knees; arms holding him up from the floor as every fiber of his being convulsed from waves of pain. Each inhale only made the air burn in his throat and lungs feeling like being stabbed by thousands of sharp needles. His mouth opened; no sound came out as he was simply too overwhelmed with the endless pain causing his body to shake violently as if every cell in his body was on the very thread of breaking apart. The serum spread through his veins like poison burning so intensely, he could swear his organs were melting.

Writhing against the floor; each second of this unbearable hell felt like eternity as tears streaked his eyes. The times he tried to rebuild himself, were quickly shattered like the most brittle of glass as it spread to the very core of his being..to his very soul that threaten to shred his existence apart and all he desired at this moment was to cry...but nothing came out, leaving him completely and utterly alone to take and withstand this grueling, unending nightmare.

And yet, through it all; one small tinge of pain centering from his right hand could be felt through it all. In that instant, it all came rushing in; flooding his mind of that night...the night that had not only crushed his hand, but had taken the sole meaning of his life...the purpose that drove him to new heights. Even the searing pain wracking his body could not hope to match to that of his destroyed dreams and forcefully clenched both hands into tight fists, enough where the fingernails broke the skin.

Terrence slammed both fists against the floor with all his might through clenched teeth as the tears he had been holding out finally spilled...

Lifting his upper body up, head thrown up to let out a roaring scream.'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!....

Bleach: The Bueraue

The plain room, empty; quiet but for the faint breathing coming from Terrence as his spectacle eyes of deep brown scanned the small room with the walls painted a simple white. Devoid of furniture except the table resting in front of him where an empty chair waited, which gave the confused young adult the feeling he was about to be interrogated. He kept running it through his mind why..why did he actually follow this stranger? For all he knew, the guy could be a dangerous criminal or agent of some organization aiming to use him as a guinea pig for whatever sick experiment.

It was what the man offered and his gaze lowered to his right hand wrapped in a cast and fingers covered in bandages that were luckily no longer crooked, though still struggled to close the hand into a fist. An attempt to do so caused pain to shoot through his arm, making him wince and dejectedly left his hand there and lifted his eyes to the door, where he waited anxiously for someone..anyone to come in to break this unnerving silence with only the faint tick of a clock a brief relief.

His prayers answered with the click of the turning doorknob to where the mystery man from before entered. Everything about this guy screamed suspicious with his typical black suit; grey tie draped along his chest and his face hardly anything special, other than the whiskered beard covering his chin. The black shades covering his eyes made it impossible to discern his thoughts while shaggy black hair draped over his forehead, his face seemingly expressionless as his lips were so thin they looked like a single line. That left hand of his raised to shift the glasses somewhat, while resting between his right arm was a folder.

A clearing of the throat."I apologize for the wait. I'm sure you are confused and filled with many questions.'His voice had a rather heavy accent; one that Terrence had been struggling to work out as his guesses were either irish or german?"I understand that you wish to know why I have brought you here."A brief nod, making is way to the table with a faint scuffing of his feet followed by the low creak of a chair being pulled back.

Only the two of them at this table and one left clueless as he watched the guy cautiously.'And you just drop me off here then leave me for half an hour?! Just what the hell is this place? or why even bring me here? You're...you're not going to knock me out and cut me up to sell my organs?!'He exclaimed in anger while slamming his right hand against the table, clearly trying to hide the hint of fear in his words.

The outburst of his simply caused the man to let out an amused chuckle while placing the folder on the table."Your time alone has given you quite the imagination." Another chuckle escaped his thin lip, which received a dark glare from Terrence.

Clearing his throat once more."First, I will introduce myself as Mr. Grey and secondly, a shame about the state of your hand..truly unfortunate."His eyebrows and lips lowered into a small frown as Terry scoffed at his attempt of pity, something of which he had no need of.'Enough of pleasantries then.'A soft shuffle of the folder resting in front of him opening.

First thing he saw were the hospital report regarding his hand."You've been brought here to be offered an opportunity to partake in a project. One that can very well change your life..a chance to be one of many saviors to save society from the horrendous threat of hollows."A shake of the head at the mention of hollows, though what he said didn't interest Terrence.

Oh he knew of hollows, having caught rare glimpses of them from time to time; something of which he quickly came to learn wasn't something common to the average people. Even though he knew, he didn't care..in fact he practically ignored it all..the hollows and spirits he could see. Acting like none of it happened for he wanted nothing to do with it, wanting to keep it out of his life and especially from interfering in his dream of being a pro baseball player...a dream that had been smashed the moment his right hand was mangled.

Terrence scoffed; leaning back against his chair with folded arms.'That's all very well and good, but I don't care about any of it. The only reason I even bothered to come is cause of what you said about restoring my hand...'His voice harsh and filled with bitterness; doubting this guy could do it when none of the doctors, even the specialist could do anything.

No reply came from Mr. Grey after hearing what Terrence said; just peering at him as if studying him before picking up the hospital report.'Yes, baseball is what you thrive for and I've heard you specialize as a pitcher."The slight shift of his head let Terrence know the man's eyes were on his right hand and pulled it back from the stranger's gaze."I will remind you that I told you of a chance to have it restored..do not mistake it for a sure thing."His tone calm and nearly emotionless.'....how?'Was all Terrence said; still no interest in the savior crap, but he could at least listen when it involved the possibility of getting his hand back.

Shuffling of the papers as the report placed aside for him to push and turn a small packet halfway across the table then folded his hands in front of him."Having read over your report and information regarding the full state of your body. I have determined you a possible candidate for the Shinigami project."He lifted a hand to prevent the young man's questions."Please let me finish. As you know, the hollow threat grows worse with each passing year, making it difficult for the organization to keep up with their growing numbers. After much talk and debating, the higher ups have found a way to turn humans into shinigami hybrids."His words clearly having an effect with the wide, shocked look on Terrence face.

Moving his right hand to rest on the packet."This procedure, as we've research can very well give us humans the capabilities and abilities of shinigami's, however, further research has shown us that only those with specific types of bodies have the capacity to go through with it."He studied Terrence closely, who sat up; confused yet intrigued by this.'And what does this have to do with me? Why would I bother going through with something like this?'What possible reason could he have to want to become this..hybrid whatever?

"Because it is this procedure that can very well heal your hand where even the best surgeons couldn't."And it was here that he fully had his attention as those eyes showed excitement, hope.'I must tell you two very crucial bits of information before you make your decision."His fingers softly tapped against the packet."First, that you are completely free to accept or decline. No one is forced to take part in this procedure. If at any time you do not wish to do this procedure then you may leave at any time."Pausing to make sure he understood before continuing to the most important part, which has made several candidates outright refuse the project.'This procedure has a very low success rate...by that it means a high chance of death."He stopped there; noticing the recognition of shock, a look he has seen on nearly every candidate's face at the reveal.

Finally..after finding out a way to get his hand back; within his reach, but what the man had said next had all but crushed his hopes.'S-so..you're telling me I could actually get my hand restored...then you go and ruin it by saying it'll more than likely kill me!?'Terrence had abruptly stood up while slamming his left fist on the table in a fit of rage, eyes wet with tears. His body shook with frustration; angry at the man for giving him a momentary semblance of hope only to dash it seconds later, but he was mostly mad at himself for actually believing he could get back his dream to go pro at baseball.

Standing there while leaning over the table, his head hanging to peer down at the cast wrapped right hand, where he felt another tinge of pain.'Everything about me..has always been average...my grades were decent, I never really excelled in anything. Nothing except baseball.'He gulped, fighting back the angry tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.'When I..I found out I could pitch and better than adults even...that day I was brimming with excitement and from that day all I could think about baseball. How happy and proud of myself I was that I..finally had something I was good at...no..THAT I WAS GREAT AT!'Punching the table with a grit of his teeth causing a crack to form in the wood.'And...and then cause of that my stupidity...my pride! Gone...everything I've thrived for....all those long days and nights spent training, working myself to exhaustion...all of it destroyed in an instant thanks to this worthless...mangled..hand.'His voice cracked at the end taking everything he had to keep the tears from spilling as he tried to close the broken fingers into a fist only to fail.

Unable to say another word, he simply slid down onto the chair, defeated with his head hanging low to hide the pain and sadness in his eyes.

Mr. Grey remained silent through the young man's outburst, the words of a man with a broken heart. He let out a faint sigh."I apologize. I did not mean to cause you pain nor to remind you of what you've lost. As I said the probability of survival of this procedure is low, the risk immense, but I know how strong you are...I believe you can..no..you will survive.'His once emotionless voice stern, yet serious.'And remember, you have no obligation to go through with it. You are free to do as you wish, though know that if you do decide to partake in the procedure, then I need you to sign this."His hand gently tapped the packet before reaching into his suit to procure a pen as Terrence simply kept his head down, showing no sign he was listening.

Pushing the packet towards him."This is not a contract so signing it will not force you to do the procedure. It is simply an assurance claim which ensures that in the case the candidate does not..survive, that your family will be well taken care of and..compensated for your sacrifice. If at any time you wish to back out after signing this then you may do so. Now, I will leave and all I ask is for you to take an hour to think about it. Whatever decision you make, understand that no harm will come to you nor your grandfather whatsoever."Waiting to see if Terrence would say something and after a few minutes of no reply, stood up with a nod of his head.'The door is unlock so you can leave at any time...think carefully for the choice you make here can change your life."Again no reply and so he quietly stepped out of the room.

With him gone, Terrence once again was alone to be left with his thoughts. His mind abuzz with countless thoughts and questions, leaving him unsure of what to do. After what felt like hours, he finally lifted his head to look at the packet in front of him.

At first he just stared at the papers, the words a blur; battling within his own mind of why he should and why he shouldn't as what he thought to be voices arguing about this whole situation. Soon his vision cleared and with nothing to do and so read it over as it contained everything the man had explained and some parts he wasn't told about.

When finished, Terrence sat back in the chair just staring at the paper, where the pen rested just above it. His mind telling him to leave and forget about this whole thing, but a part of him told...or more like begged him to do it..that the risk was worth it...worth it to get his life back.

The inner turmoil of what to do continued to rage within as his right hand shakily rose, struggling to grab the pen...

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Gasping out in surprise, the beeping of the intercom snapping him out of his day dreaming; that meeting still so fresh in his head as he sat up. Sitting on the single bed placed against the back wall of the small room, the walls a plain light grey with only a toilet at the far wall, having been asked to wait here for the night as they prepare things.

A voice rang into the room from the intercom that had called him from his thoughts and listened to what this mystery person about giving them one last chance to leave.

Soon the sound of metallic ringing echoed through the hall as the doors slid open and wasn't long before he saw other candidates walking by, looking ashamed and scared. He gulped as he watched them walk by, his leg twitched for he nearly stood up himself to leave, if not for the sharp pain from his hand breaking the briefest lapse of fear.

just this once, Terrence would be thankful for the pain as he intended to use it to help make himself strong again. And so let out a slow, heavy exhale to calm his nerves then looked to the door...waiting for it to begin.

Bleach: The Bueraue

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Terrence Asakoshi

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Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Artificial Shinigami (Human/Shinigami)

Spiritual energy colour
White with two red vertical stripes

Personality

Backstory

Other

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~Zanpakuto~

Zanpakuto Name
Besuboru Gemmu Setto (baseball game set)

Release
Strike 1 Strike 2 Strike 3 and you're out!!

Zanpakuto spirit appearance

Hider

Zanpakuto Inner world

Hider

Type

Sealed Form
Two butterfly knife

Hider

Shikai Form
This zanpakuto consists of two parts, each with their own set capabilities

The baseball glove-

Hider

The baseball Bat has six different type that it can change into, each with their own set skill-

Wooden bat-

Hider

Rubber Bat-

Hider

Plastic Bat-

Hider

Metal Bat-

Hider

Heavy Bat-

Hider

Duo Bat-

Hider

Shikai Skills
Unlike usual zanpakuto's this zanpakuto doesn't have the usual skills, but both the bat types and the gloves each has their own ability.

The baseball glove- Its main abilities are pitching and forming different baseball types. Along with the capability to grow in size and durability with each successful pitch and catch as it has no set limit of how much it can grow. Its size increases by %1.5 and its durability %5 with every pitch and or catch. It moves by the user's will as its capable of moving on its own, though still requires commands to do actions like pitch or catch and can be controlled by the user to move to where he wants at any time, while being able to go up to a mile away before it becomes inactive.

It can form and hold up to three baseballs at a time within itself with five different types of baseball-
-Normal baseball: a baseball with no special ability
-Bouncy ball: The most resilient of the baseballs that capable of bouncing off any surface and where others would lose energy. This ball gains momentum with every bounce allowing to bounce infinitely unless destroyed or caught, though its extremely rubbery consistency makes doing both and is considered by Terrence the most dangerous of the baseballs.
-Homing Ball: The last target struck by any of the other baseballs will instantly become the homing ball's target when pitched. It will follow its target relentlessly and unlike the glove has a max distance of five miles until it either hits the target or runs out of energy and requires another strike to move. When it hits the target it deals a small, yet precise explosion which grows in power the longer the homing ball has been active.
-Bomb ball: A ball of condense energy that causes a big explosion upon impact on a target. Only the baseball or the glove will not set it off meaning it requires these to keep it from exploding and the more its struck or caught the more powerful the explosion becomes.
-Hard ball: This ball is hard like a rock and hits harder than the others allowing it to do more damage with each strike on the opponent. The ball's hardness increases with every strike against either the object/target or hit by the bat and caught by the glove. No limit to how hard the ball can reach as its hardness increases by %3 with every impact.

Each individual bat has its own set ability:
-Wooden bat: A bat with no ability but is the most balanced in weight and swinging allowing for the most fluid strikes for increasing a ball's speed and power
-Rubber bat: A bat with little impact power, but every strike causes it to vibrate to make up for its weak blows. Every strike upon a bat or opponent increases its vibrations which can then be transferred onto the ball to further improve a ball's destructive force. The bat can eventually vibrate at such a frequency that the bat can seem like it can cut when its simply the vibrations breaking apart what it strikes.
-Metal Bat: The hardest and most sturdy of the bats that can withstand most attacks and deal out harder blows. This bat is capable of spinning like a drill to both add a piercing power and to add spinning force to the balls it hits, where the user can make the balls curve or swerve and making the balls paths much less predictable.
-Heavy Bat: This heavy bat is the most destructive and powerful of the bats that has an explosive force with every strike. Any ball by this has its power double and the bat's own destructive forces increases by %1.5 with every impact with a target.
-Plastic Bat: The weakest bat with very little striking power, but is also the lightest bat. Whereas the other bats tend to increase in power, this bat only increases the user's arm swinging speed as every impact increases the speed by %1.5 allowing the user to swing at such speeds that it can look like its multiplied and the added strikes can build up to do damage. (note it does not increase the user's movement speed, only the speed of his arms)
-Duo Bats: Two bats form that can take on any of the other forms, except the power bat due to the bat being split in two. In this form, the bats power is cut in half requiring twice as many impacts, but allows the user to use two bats, though what form they take is random as it can be two wooden bats or one metal and one rubber.

The form of the bat changes every five minutes (5 post) and the user has no control of it. Same with the baseball types as they are also randomly formed. The glove can only pitch one ball at a time and can not throw another until the current one is gone, though it can form a new ball to take its place as there will always be three baseballs in the glove.

The two main skills-
1. Glove Forcefield- using its ever growing durability, the glove can be to grab and hold objects or the user and allies within to act as a shield to protect against attacks and with its durability growing the more it can withstand the deadlier attacks.

Ultimate shikai skill:
Triple Strike Out- When the user activates this game, any ball that strikes the target will not set off but instead morph into the body, leaving a baseball like mark on the body. The tattoos will cause continuous burning pain for as long as they are on the target's body. They remain until three baseballs have struck the target, which will set off three internal explosion to damage and destroy their internal organs. They do not need to hit the same spot for it to be set off as any location on the body until there are three, though the internal explosive power stacks if struck on or around the same spot to further damage the target's body or even possibly outright destroy their body. The ball's own added power can also add on to the power of the explosion making this skill far more deadly the longer a battle goes on.

This zanpakuto starts out weak, but as battles is drawn out the more its power and capabilities grow as there is no limit to how much it can advance.

Bankai Form

Bankai Skills
to be gained

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~Non-Lethal Zanpakuto skills~

Non-Zanpukto Skills
No one begins with these skills.

-Zanjutsu-

-Hoho-

-Kido-

Hado

Bakudo

Bleach: The Bueraue

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Terrence Asakoshi

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Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Artificial Shinigami (Human/Shinigami)

Spiritual energy colour
White with two red vertical stripes

Personality

Backstory

Other

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~Zanpakuto~

Zanpakuto Name
Besuboru Gemmu Setto (baseball game set)

Release
Strike 1 Strike 2 Strike 3 and you're out!!

Zanpakuto spirit appearance

Hider

Zanpakuto Inner world

Hider

Type

Sealed Form
Two butterfly knife

Hider

Shikai Form
This zanpakuto consists of two parts, each with their own set capabilities

The baseball glove-

Hider

The baseball Bat has six different type that it can change into, each with their own set skill-

Wooden bat-

Hider

Rubber Bat-

Hider

Plastic Bat-

Hider

Metal Bat-

Hider

Heavy Bat-

Hider

Duo Bat-

Hider

Shikai Skills
Unlike usual zanpakuto's this zanpakuto doesn't have the usual skills, but both the bat types and the gloves each has their own ability.

The baseball glove- Its main abilities are pitching and forming different baseball types. Along with the capability to grow in size and durability with each successful pitch and catch as it has no set limit of how much it can grow. Its size increases by %1.5 and its durability %5 with every pitch and or catch. It moves by the user's will as its capable of moving on its own, though still requires commands to do actions like pitch or catch and can be controlled by the user to move to where he wants at any time, while being able to go up to a mile away before it becomes inactive.

It can form and hold up to three baseballs at a time within itself with five different types of baseball-
-Normal baseball: a baseball with no special ability
-Bouncy ball: The most resilient of the baseballs that capable of bouncing off any surface and where others would lose energy. This ball gains momentum with every bounce allowing to bounce infinitely unless destroyed or caught, though its extremely rubbery consistency makes doing both and is considered by Terrence the most dangerous of the baseballs.
-Homing Ball: The last target struck by any of the other baseballs will instantly become the homing ball's target when pitched. It will follow its target relentlessly and unlike the glove has a max distance of five miles until it either hits the target or runs out of energy and requires another strike to move. When it hits the target it deals a small, yet precise explosion which grows in power the longer the homing ball has been active.
-Bomb ball: A ball of condense energy that causes a big explosion upon impact on a target. Only the baseball or the glove will not set it off meaning it requires these to keep it from exploding and the more its struck or caught the more powerful the explosion becomes.
-Hard ball: This ball is hard like a rock and hits harder than the others allowing it to do more damage with each strike on the opponent. The ball's hardness increases with every strike against either the object/target or hit by the bat and caught by the glove. No limit to how hard the ball can reach as its hardness increases by %3 with every impact.

Each individual bat has its own set ability:
-Wooden bat: A bat with no ability but is the most balanced in weight and swinging allowing for the most fluid strikes for increasing a ball's speed and power
-Rubber bat: A bat with little impact power, but every strike causes it to vibrate to make up for its weak blows. Every strike upon a bat or opponent increases its vibrations which can then be transferred onto the ball to further improve a ball's destructive force. The bat can eventually vibrate at such a frequency that the bat can seem like it can cut when its simply the vibrations breaking apart what it strikes.
-Metal Bat: The hardest and most sturdy of the bats that can withstand most attacks and deal out harder blows. This bat is capable of spinning like a drill to both add a piercing power and to add spinning force to the balls it hits, where the user can make the balls curve or swerve and making the balls paths much less predictable.
-Heavy Bat: This heavy bat is the most destructive and powerful of the bats that has an explosive force with every strike. Any ball by this has its power double and the bat's own destructive forces increases by %1.5 with every impact with a target.
-Plastic Bat: The weakest bat with very little striking power, but is also the lightest bat. Whereas the other bats tend to increase in power, this bat only increases the user's arm swinging speed as every impact increases the speed by %1.5 allowing the user to swing at such speeds that it can look like its multiplied and the added strikes can build up to do damage. (note it does not increase the user's movement speed, only the speed of his arms)
-Duo Bats: Two bats form that can take on any of the other forms, except the power bat due to the bat being split in two. In this form, the bats power is cut in half requiring twice as many impacts, but allows the user to use two bats, though what form they take is random as it can be two wooden bats or one metal and one rubber.

The form of the bat changes every five minutes (5 post) and the user has no control of it. Same with the baseball types as they are also randomly formed. The glove can only pitch one ball at a time and can not throw another until the current one is gone, though it can form a new ball to take its place as there will always be three baseballs in the glove.

The two main skills-
1. Glove Forcefield- using its ever growing durability, the glove can be to grab and hold objects or the user and allies within to act as a shield to protect against attacks and with its durability growing the more it can withstand the deadlier attacks.

Ultimate shikai skill:
Triple Strike Out- When the user activates this game, any ball that strikes the target will not set off but instead morph into the body, leaving a baseball like mark on the body. The tattoos will cause continuous burning pain for as long as they are on the target's body. They remain until three baseballs have struck the target, which will set off three internal explosion to damage and destroy their internal organs. They do not need to hit the same spot for it to be set off as any location on the body until there are three, though the internal explosive power stacks if struck on or around the same spot to further damage the target's body or even possibly outright destroy their body. The ball's own added power can also add on to the power of the explosion making this skill far more deadly the longer a battle goes on.

This zanpakuto starts out weak, but as battles is drawn out the more its power and capabilities grow as there is no limit to how much it can advance.

Bankai Form

Bankai Skills
to be gained

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~Non-Lethal Zanpakuto skills~

Non-Zanpukto Skills
No one begins with these skills.

-Zanjutsu-

-Hoho-

-Kido-

Hado

Bakudo

The Office

Seems like I'll be dropping out of the rp, unfortunately...sorry

The Office

<Snipped quote by samreaper>

Guess he's taking a quick stop to New Castle before he goes back to Pawnee.

@QueenOfTheBee

I'm just curious of what his next business to fail idea will be

@morose

that latest pm made me laugh....you sure that wasn't poison ivy?

The Office

Tom starting up another business? that mofo don't know when to quit

The Office

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Gerald Fischer

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Location: Dunder Mifflin ---> Conference room

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Entering the conference room after the others, where he took his usual seat at the front as he liked to be right where the action of the meeting took place. He couldn't help but fidget in his seat; giddy to hear whatever speech the boss had planned for them, which indeed had to do with the camera crew and the documentary about the ever-day life at the office. He listened closely to what Mr. Ferguson had to say about it and by the looks of the man, seemed both annoyed and extremely put off by the prospect.

Reading about it on memo hardly did the news justice and actually having the boss tell them about it only excited him even more with the fact that each of them would be on t.v. He made sure to keep a mental note of it all; especially Aidan's mentioning of his name as he found it enjoyable to be included in a speech.

With the speech coming the end and started to raised a hand to ask a question, that is until Mr. Ferguson turned down any from him along with Chris and Declan. Disappointed at the chance or that the meeting was now over; at least until Eduard stood up to show he had something to say. He leaned back in his seat with a raised eyebrow, curious of what the H.R might have to say and what he heard and while the others gave out dejected groans, he simply smiled with a quick and brief clap.

' And here I thought this day couldn't get any better, only to prove me wrong.' Not only did they get a meeting today, but a peer review too? what a truly super duper day, Gerald thought.

The Office

guess I'm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD51cdLbZJc