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thenearshore2016-05-20 09:19 pm
disciplineking) wrote in thenearshore2016-05-20 09:19 pm
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Who: Hibari Kyoya and anyone who comes across him
What: Hibari has just come back from the dead, with memory of only one person. Someone has murdered him....
When: Late March 15th
Where: Ren's temple, the school, various scattered places
Warnings: Hibari. Possible mention of death
OOC:// Hibari right now is unstable and any thread with him, as always, can lead to violence
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Everything was new, and somewhere deep in his gut he knew it shouldn't be. There was one fragment of this place he remembered-a school. There was a school, it was important and he needed to get there because THAT MAN had made him the disciplinary head.
But that was the only thing he could remember. Not where he was, or where it was, or who even the rest of the people he saw pass him. His encounter with his god gave him a bad taste in his mouth-he was a mere weapon and tool!-but he had to rush.
The school might be in danger if he was dead. Because he couldn't remember how he died. Hakkai would be there, and he could tell him what happened.
Hibari was lucky he remembered his own name. The only logical conclusion came that this is the second time he had died, and he was paranoid. It could happen again.
The next person the shinki saw was getting roughly accosted by a rather wild-looking Hibari. "Where is the school. Where is it?!"
B-closed to Hakkai
It was fairly late at night by the time Hibari had found his way to the school. He'd originally thought it had been its own structure, but was displeased to find out it was actually another god's temple. Unfortunately, it made sense, because he remembered Hakkai. Hakkai was a shinki like him and why WOULDN'T he be in his god's temple.
The Cloud Guardian was graceful as ever as he climbed into a window on the side of the building and started rifling through the rooms for anything familiar, almost hoping that Hakkai would actually notice.
C-closed to Ren
He was dying. Hibari could see the blood flowing out along with his life and after the screaming pain ripped through him, he quickly went numb. And after that, the world quickly went dark.
He couldn't die, not right now, like this-
It had almost seemed like a moment later that Hibari opened his eyes, clueless as to just what he had been dreaming about. Was it a dream? He couldn't remember anything. The only thing was the taste of pain on his breath and the indisputible fact that his name was Hibari Kyouya and he was DEAD.
Hibari shot up from where he was laying-inside a strange room he'd never seen before. Had someone kidnapped him here? What was this joke? He needed to find a way out, because....that's right, the school! He remembered the school. One piece of memory seemed to be floating around from the depths of the darkness he had rose out of...
Ren, if he was awake, would surely feel the rising surge of anger and panic that Hibari's heart was producing. This was not right-he didn't know where he was. He didn't know WHAT he was. And he had just died. Again.
What: Hibari has just come back from the dead, with memory of only one person. Someone has murdered him....
When: Late March 15th
Where: Ren's temple, the school, various scattered places
Warnings: Hibari. Possible mention of death
OOC:// Hibari right now is unstable and any thread with him, as always, can lead to violence
A-Open to All
Everything was new, and somewhere deep in his gut he knew it shouldn't be. There was one fragment of this place he remembered-a school. There was a school, it was important and he needed to get there because THAT MAN had made him the disciplinary head.
But that was the only thing he could remember. Not where he was, or where it was, or who even the rest of the people he saw pass him. His encounter with his god gave him a bad taste in his mouth-he was a mere weapon and tool!-but he had to rush.
The school might be in danger if he was dead. Because he couldn't remember how he died. Hakkai would be there, and he could tell him what happened.
Hibari was lucky he remembered his own name. The only logical conclusion came that this is the second time he had died, and he was paranoid. It could happen again.
The next person the shinki saw was getting roughly accosted by a rather wild-looking Hibari. "Where is the school. Where is it?!"
B-closed to Hakkai
It was fairly late at night by the time Hibari had found his way to the school. He'd originally thought it had been its own structure, but was displeased to find out it was actually another god's temple. Unfortunately, it made sense, because he remembered Hakkai. Hakkai was a shinki like him and why WOULDN'T he be in his god's temple.
The Cloud Guardian was graceful as ever as he climbed into a window on the side of the building and started rifling through the rooms for anything familiar, almost hoping that Hakkai would actually notice.
C-closed to Ren
He was dying. Hibari could see the blood flowing out along with his life and after the screaming pain ripped through him, he quickly went numb. And after that, the world quickly went dark.
He couldn't die, not right now, like this-
It had almost seemed like a moment later that Hibari opened his eyes, clueless as to just what he had been dreaming about. Was it a dream? He couldn't remember anything. The only thing was the taste of pain on his breath and the indisputible fact that his name was Hibari Kyouya and he was DEAD.
Hibari shot up from where he was laying-inside a strange room he'd never seen before. Had someone kidnapped him here? What was this joke? He needed to find a way out, because....that's right, the school! He remembered the school. One piece of memory seemed to be floating around from the depths of the darkness he had rose out of...
Ren, if he was awake, would surely feel the rising surge of anger and panic that Hibari's heart was producing. This was not right-he didn't know where he was. He didn't know WHAT he was. And he had just died. Again.
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Not only that, but keyblades were the means by which their wielders conducted and directed spells. Which just meant one thing with Hibari gripping his weapons - he wouldn't have time to dodge this one. "Thunder." Electricity popped and crackled to life, bounding up his blades to deal damage to his opponent.
Whether Hibari took or deflected an attack wasn't going to halt his momentum, and the moment that attack concluded, he'd spring back and launch another series of cutting swings with his keyblades. Locomotion was, among other things, signature to his manner of fighting. He didn't let up unless he was going to rain hell on the whole battlefield.
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Hibari also knew the blows were coming, but they were hard to dodge without something to block them, and while he avoided a couple of them, a few more hit him, leaving cuts on his skin.
He growled-he wasn't gonna let this guy drive him off like that, so after one of the keyblades swung near him again he grabbed it and with most of his fearsome strength, put his weight on it to try and throw the guy to the ground.
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Which meant that rather than letting his weapons be used against him, he dismissed them. They vanished from his grip and Hibari's, only to shimmer into his hands in the next instant to lunge into counter-attack.
It was one advantage of having weapons that came and went with nothing more than a thought, though there were surely more ways to exploit that than Roxas had figured out so far.
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And then all of a sudden they were back again, about to attack-dammit, he was REALLY angry he didn't think about that, and could only bring his arms part the way up before the keyblades slammed into him.
The blow threw him more to the ground than anything else had, and he tasted blood on his tongue as he slammed down. Hibari didn't have any time to leisure, as soon as he was down, he was rolling upwards again, ignoring the shoots of pain in his arms and scrambling to his feet. "Are magic tricks all you can do?"
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"Is flailing your limbs all you can do?" He countered, tone so flat one might take him for bored. It was already clear enough that he'd done more than throw spells around, and he wasn't about to rise to any taunts regardless of what they were.
This shinki didn't know the sorts of things that actually got under his skin.