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(27) Hachibi
Join Date: Nov 2005
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Re: CoD ~ R2 M1 [Eragon (Ichigo) vs ANB (Spiderman)]
Silence.
It echoed within the empty city, almost an entity in itself, chilling and as oppressing as the thick mass of grey clouds that drifted on a dead wind, blotting out the crystal blue sky above the soon-to-be battlefield… and this was a place that had experienced such battle far too often.
Now, however, such a battle seemed unlikely; nowhere within the great expanse of his inner soul could Ichigo Kurosaki be spotted, as though he had chickened out of this tournament. Less obvious to a visitor, however, would be the absence of the old man, Zangetsu, this world’s resident and guide- the only of either, in fact. As vast as this veritable wasteland seemed, one couldn’t helped but suppress the disconcerting feeling that, if the clouds burst, they would be alone as the rain fell upon their face…
“Hehehehehe…”
A new voice floated through the air, accompanied by footsteps, and a stranger appeared on the building opposite, a leering grin in place.
“Well well,” the newcomer remarked, as if in surprise at the situation- though not, it seemed, at the fact that the floor beneath him was the side of a building. “What do we have here?”
His voice was odd, even for a competition and place like this- it seemed dual layered that of a young teen, but which echoed and had an inhuman quality to it, like a monster. His appearance, likewise, was suitably inhuman; his skin was white- not merely Caucasian, but literally white, stained slightly grey- and a pair of conniving, yellow eyes peered from pitch black eyes. His hair was more than “bleached”- it was the same white-ish-grey as his skin and clothes. His attire, likewise, was a shihakushyou, just as one would expect from a death god, though unlike that of Ichigo, Byakuya, or any other soul reaper, it was, predictably, white, though with a black trim shirt visible about his collar and sleeves. Strapped against his back, and which he seemed to be idly playing with was a zanpakto, a dull, waxen blade, bound at the hilt in a dark cloth. It was, undeniably the form of Ichigo Kurosaki… but only the form. The cruel, maniacal grin that sat so naturally on the mans pallid face would have no pace on Ichigo’s own.
“A little bug, plastered against a wall?”
OOC: With JAI’f permission, using hollow Ichigo for this bfight- I duno how much you know about Beach, ANB, so if ya want info about him, tell me and I’ll say so in the next post. Sorry for th bad opening… Im.. not that good at them ;_;
Good luck
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