Vizards meeting || NO FIGHTING OPEN TO ALL VIZARDS

OOC:: Ichigo you're welcome to come if you wish.

IC: Shinji sat in the warehouse sprawled out in his chair. His thoughts were centered on the meeting he had called out to any and all Vizards, and if he could avoid Hiyori attacking him again, he'd be flying high. He was actually getting tired of fighting and wrestling with her. She didn't stand a chance against him anyway, so he wasn't sure why she tried....Unless she had a crush on him, and that made a small shiver run down his back. Good god let that just be a worst case scenario. She was an awesome comrade and all, but he didn't want to be....involved with her.

His eyes flitted to the entrance as he heard movement, and felt another's spiritual presence. Apparently more shinigami had been effected by Aizen's....Experiement then they had thought, because there were many more when he went looking for them then he had originally thought.

Wearing a long white cloak with a tight white body suit underneath it, a faceplate set firmly over his face that blocked his face from view with a black veil, was Renzenku. He yawned widely as he walked into the warehouse and cracked his neck; subconsciously placing his left hand on the top of his sword which was sheathed on his back as it always was.

Glancing with a look of boredom on his face at his leader the male waved. "Hullo, called a meeting did you?" The Vizard looked across the room and spotted a relatively comfy looking spot and leaped from his standing position straight to it, landing perfectly and moving around slightly to find just the right spot.

Shinji's eyes looked up at the faceplated man, and his hand rested against his Zanpaktou. A raised eyebrow was met with the man's acrobatic ability to leap into the couch. Which, he found just slightly impressive. Giving a small nod, he sits up in his seat and looks at the man again. "I called the meeting alright. There's things we need to discuss." He said, as he watched the other man. There were going to be other Vizards coming here, he knew for sure at least his group would be there. It was all the other Vizards that didn't show up that he was going to have to track down and lay the law down to.

"Do ya have a problem with it?" He drawled out, leaning back again. "I'm Shinji Hirako, Former 5th Division Captain. Yourself?" His voice was courteous, but somewhat closed off. He didn't want to say too much before the meeting even started.

Ren leaned back where he lay, his legs crossed at the ankles and his cloak draped off the side of the couch, "Former 5th Division for a bit...You might even know me Shiji, but I doubt it. I know you however. Former 8th Division Captain for much longer though." The Vizard let his dark faceplate lighten a few shades, anyone looking at him would be able to see the outlines of his basic features but no more, and he smirked. Lifting his hand off his own Zanpakuto for a moment he switched his position to be more or less facing Shinji entirely. "So what's the meeting for exactly?"

Ezrion stroll up to the warehouse, a long black and red travelers cloak covering his body. Under said cloak was a black leather vest, a blood red sweatshirt, and grey jeans, a chain hanging from the left hand pocket. He had his head down and was muttering under his breath, a very bad habit that showed the state of his potentially fractured mind. He looked up at the building in front of himself as he heard voices, a large grin appearing across his face.

He walked to the entrance and leaned against it smiling at the two men inside. "Greetings comrades, a pleasure to finally meet you." His voice held no trace of insanity any longer, his mind rejuvenated by the presence of others. He pulled back the cloak slightly, revealing his blade strapped at his waist. his smile never faltered as he walked inside and sat in a nearby chair.

" Shinji... "

Rammus floated above the warehouse with his feet pointing upwards. His clothes also seemed to defy gravity as he stared, with his spirit energy hidden and undetectable. He saw two men enter the building, " Renzenku... Ezrion... " Then decided he himself would enter, as he leapt from his position down to the door. Landing silently in a knelt position with his face faceing the ground. He wore a long, open labcoat, about four sizes too large for him, with many large pockets. Underneath he wore jet black dress pants and a white dress shirt. A long dark blue tie with black diagonal stripes hanging from his neck.

He slowly stood up and walked straight into the warehouse, stopping almost directly after entering. Reaching into his pocket he removed a large vodka bottle, which he took a large swig off, then placed it back into one of his large pockets. He had not been in this position since the first time he was here, around forty years ago. When he asked them for supplies, which they helped him out and he left a short month afterwards.

OOC: this topic still open?

{{OOC: Yes this is still open to all Vizards. I was waiting on some more before posting back. }}

OOC: im sorry but Ichigo has no powers at the moment, so there is probably no need to wait for me...

{{OOC: Not a problem Ichigo. We'll continue without you. also, if any other Vizards are on the site, and not posting here, that's fine, I'm going assume EVERYONE shows up before I get around to establishing the heiracy of the Vizards}}

IC: Shinji's brown eyes looked at Renzenku, and vaguely remembered him. Giving a small smirk, he speaks softly. "I remember you vaguely Renzenku. But only Vaguely. An I'll tell you all about the meeting when everyone else arrives. There are a fair amount left to come in." he said, just as two more showed up. Ezrion, and Rammus. Both of them Vizards that he hadn't actually known existed until he had go in search of his original Vizard companions who had been spread over the earth.

"Welcome Ezrion, Rammus. Consider the joy in meeting completely mutual. It's interesting to see who was changed as we were."

Hakudoshi let out a frustrated sigh as he sat there lying down on top of a tall building in Karakura Town. He was on a bank with the name, "Capital One" on it, with countless people inside the building. He closed his eyes and ignored the cool breeze that gently passed by, tampering with his great white locks. When will it get colder? he thought to himself, raising from his position of lying down, and simply sitting up. He sat there, calm as he usually was as he gently rose to his feet, and walked to the edge of the building, glancing down at he street far below. He rose his foot up to the cement edge and propelled himself up, and simply jumped down. He fell, of course at incredibly high speeds, however it didn't really bother him. It wasn't exciting, nor was it not-exciting. It was just a simple free fall. Now's about time... he thought ho himself as he used his immense reiatsu to slow his fall, but it would be impossible to stop it. He placed his right hand out in front of him and closed his eyes, Bak-udo 37, Suspending Star... he said, as a blue spiritual fabric sprung from his hand, rapidly expanding. In an instant, about 20 feet below him, it had caught the sides of a building and sat below him, awaiting him to fall in its net. He fell into it, and it took his breath away as it fell everso slightly downwards, only to spring back up and sort of wobble a bit here and there. He stood on the unsteady surface and jumped from it, falling to the ground about another 15 feet below.

Rumor has it, there's a Vizard Meeting. Wonder who's hostin and whats goin on... Hakudoshi thought as he closed his eyes and allowing his conscience to expand over a large area, searching for Shinji Hirako's distinct reiatsu. He found it, it sort of felt... strange, not like a human, not like a shinigami, not like a hollow... but a mixture of the three. It wasn't that dense, rather, it was more unique then anything. It was large, but it wasnt dense like others are. Since he had located the general area of where Shinji was, he unleashed a barrage of relentless Shunpos, making wooshing sounds as he traveled about 40 feet with each step. In about 6 steps, nonstop, he had arrived at where Shinji was. He ignored the other person that was there and simply walked passed them. He let out a sigh and placed his arm lax on his zanpakutou, his only arm - his right arm. He eyeballed Shinji, and instead of speaking like anything normal would do, he simply arched his eyebrow in a sense that spoke for him. It asked, in its own distinct way, as if it were a mental message, What is it Shinji? This had better be important....

((This post is gonna suck, sorry in advance))

Having heard word of some sort of meeting for vizards, Akari had decided that it was time to come out of her self imposed exile. From what she had found put these people were Iike her, shingami with hollow powers. She was very excited as she wandered towards the location, to find that the others seemed to be there already... She hasn't been near so many people at once for a very long time and she felt somewhat nervous, her eyes would dart around the room looking at the others... They all looked normal, in fact she could swear they were all just regular Shinigami. Despite her stark white hair and somewhat noticeable red eyes, she tried to keep a low profile as she found a seat, ready for whatever this happened to be about.

Though, it intrigued her to see someone use shunpo to close the distance between them and another... She would of seen such actions as a threat if he had done that to her, but she had also found that there was to be no violence... So instead of speaking up, she quietly sat back in her chair waiting for this meeting to begin.

Ren smiled as new vizards progressively filed in. First was Ezrion, one of his best friends for the past 150 years, and then Rammus. Someone he knew ever so lightly from hearing about him, and instantly knew it was him from the lab coat. Fabled as it was amongst older Shinigami. Next came two Vizards he didn't know. One seemed to be a bit on the defensive side, and the other was a female with white hair and red eyes. She was cute. Only a shade of eye colour away from his own Golden at that.

"Hullo new peoples...." Renzenku stretched on his couch and leaned backwards, making himself comfortable as he stretched out and then hung limp across it.

Ezrion looked over to the door as Rammus entered, a large grin on his face. "Rammus old friend I haven't seen you in quite some time." He then saw the other male shunpo right up to the building, and he chuckled, shaking his head slowly. He clasped his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at the ankles, leaning back in his seat, perfectly at ease.

He then noticed the female enter, and his attention was draw to her, for a moment. He noticed her red eyes, only slightly darker than his own and smirked, though her white hair contrasted with it horribly. Hethen turned back to Shinji, waiting for him to officially start the meeting.

Rammus did not move, but locked his own red fire eye's with Ezrions. He was not in the mood for conversation. Though as the two enetered behind him he murmered there names, " Hakudoshi... Akari... " Taking another sip as soon as the woman walked in, now he would be completly silent. He walked over to Ezrion and took a seat near him, removing his small katana from his back and resting it on his lap.

Yukio walked into the warehouse, almost as if he was running late. Almost barging in he opened the door. He lifted his hand up in a waving position and began to speak with a spriteful tone.

“Ohaiyo! Please forgive my tardiness. I wasn't aware there was a meeting going on right now. In all honesty I’m kind of new to the group. My name is Yukio Mizumura. I was the former vice captain of the seventh division,” Yukio said enthusiastically. He Glanced around the room, and felt the awkward tension that was emulating from the group. Yukio stood there reverently waiting to be invited to sit and enter in the meeting.

As more and more vizards filled the cold metal walls of the warehouse, all seemed to be nearly present and accounted for but, someone had yet to arrive, they were running late? No the oldest member of the small group that had gathered was there, just no one noticed him in the shadows, not even a significant amount of spiritual pressure leaked from him, to even be considered anything of importance. Warren sat in the shadows and smiled as he watched the vizards congregate, Warren seemed to find a sort of peace when large groups of people got together and he figured it was time to step out of the shadows and greet his allies.

A deep and booming voice echoed throughout the warehouse has Warren stepped forward, the hood of his black cloak perfectly covering his face “It is good to see such a lively turn out for this meeting, is it not?” after Warren spoke, he reached up and pulled back his hood, revealing his old and battle scared face, his silver hair seemed to shine a bit in the dull light within the warehouse. The eldest of the group, Warren Sharpe, he towered over most with his impressive height and his choice in clothing spoke of nobility and pride. He looked around the room at the lively crowd and could only feel at home even more.

“it is good to see all of you.” he said as he made his way to large empty chair, his cloak mostly covering him, he looked like a solid moving shadow as he made his way to his chair. As Warren sat down he opened his cloak a bit and took a seat and brought his right leg up and rested it on the knee of his left leg. Warren was usually the only one who still chose to where his haori but today Warren felt no need to sport it. He now sat pertinently in his chair as he awaited either the arrival of more vizards or the beginning of the meeting.

Shinji's face held his teeth showing grin as he viewed those Vizards who were here. Not a single one of his friends from before had shown up yet, but he knew that Kensei had to go and see his human friend that he boxed with, while Lisa was probably off buying more porn magazines. He had known that Sharpe was in the corner, because Shinji lived in this damn warehouse. Any chance in reiatsu would be detected by him.

His eyes surveyed those around him in the warehouse. There was Yukio, the only Vice Captain in the room as the time. Warren, who was the Former 13th. Rammus, who didn't seem to be in a socializing mood, was the former 12th. Shinji did not want to mess with this man, because...well....the 12th were a scary lot. Ezrion, who had Shinji been female, he would have been calling the man Ezzy-chan, was the former 11th Captain, which would help them all out in the long run for the fights that they may or may not encounter. Renzenku was the former 8th Division, and Shinji could already tell that he was going to like this man.

Jinno, the only female in the room was another one he wouldn't want to mess with. She was former 2nd Division, and seemed rather timid for the rank, but Shinji would be surprised if it was all an act. And last, but certainly not least, was Hakudoshi, the former 6th Captain. Shinji gave a very soft sigh, and then sat forward, his hands folded in front of him, and his elbows on his knees.

"I called you all here today for a very specific reason. There are getting to be a fair amount of Vizards here in the town. We need to organize, just in case of something happening because of our vast Spiritual pressure. So for one, we need a leader, and we need to assign sections of the city to pairs."

Renzenku looked backwards over his couch to Shinji. Essentially ignoring the new arrivals because he began to speak, of course he seemed to take on a slightly more formal tone and since he called the meeting it only made sense to pay a little more attention to him. "Leader? Pairs? Sections? What, we turning into the Akatsuki from Naruto now?" The Vizard smiled and laughed happily, it was one of his favorite mangas. Though the thought of being like the Akatsuki bugged him in a sense it still amused him. "Well, anyways, what do you propose? Asides working in pairs there has to be a more tactical advantage to splitting up. Individually speaking our reiatsu can be contained enough to not be very noticeable, and we've got plenty of Kido users to help protect this place. Overall this town can be protected with an individual cell of people who venture out every once and a while. Heck, I think I could even manage something that would increase the sense of outside reiatsu to those who stand in this building while reversing the spiritual flow in here to prevent people outside from sensing this place easily."

Ren stopped speaking for a moment and pondered a thought, looking at him the gears could almost be seen spinning like a saw blade. "In fact, a cell of the Second, Thirteenth, and Eleventh would sufficiently cover any and all types of defense and offense. Assasination, Stealth. Brute strength, Power. And then the Thirteenth Division Captain over here, who just so happens to be the Captain of the squad whose job is literally patrol. So, by logic sense Warren should be the patrol leader, Ezrion should be the front man, and Akari could be the quick and stealthy one. As that seems to have been her job. By all logic standards those are the extent of the people who would need to go out as a core group, while the rest of us could go about our jobs or our training. Extensive thought doesn't seem to be needed on this Shinji, as it seems that with so many of us and so much variety of skill this is the extent that we need to put forth to pursue this venture."

"Organize? As long as you are leader, we won`t be getting anywhere. No offence, but you aren`t really the thinking type, Shinji", a familiar female voice sounded from somewere to the left of the small group. She was carring a plastic bag which contained her recent buys of erotic manga`s and magazines, something she usually lend out to the other male vaizard`s, if they asked. She was, as always, dressed in the sailor fuku and black flat shoes. Her zanpaktou was located in its holster on her back, the strap running from her left shoulder down to her right hip. Placing the bag next to a courch, she pushed her red oval glasses further up on her nose, looking at them with her grey blue eyes. Her black long hair was fixed into a low braid that ran down to her waist. With her height of 5.4, she was the smallest in the room, but her tense expression made it clear she wasen`t someone you should joke with.

She remained standing on the spot, making no movement that indicated she would sit down right away. She turned her head around a single time, taking notice of all present. She haden`t really talked with any of the new vaizard`s, but it was mostly because she spend most of her free time buried in her erotic manga`s. "Anyways, i`m sorry for being late, there was a long line at the shop. I might as well introduce myself. I`m Lisa Yadomaru, former vice captain of the eight division". Despite being a former member of the eight division, her shunpo, zanpaktou wielding and agility, was far beyond a normal vice captain`s. She sat down onto the couch that she had placed the bag next to, and looked at Renzenku who was sitting in the other end of it, apparently having made himself comfy.

She reached inside the bag, and pulled out a volume of a popular manga she had begun to read last week. Insteed of oppening it, she placed it on her lap, her left hand being placed of it, apperently reading it was what she was gonna do once the meeting ended. Lisa then crossed her left leg over the right, making sure her skirt, that reached halfway down to her knees, didn`t slide up. There didn`t seem to be any reason why she was wearing a sailor fuku, other than she just liked wearing it. She ran her thumb against the side of the manga, as if she just wanted the meeting to end as soon as possibol so she could begin reading.

Ezrion glanced at each new arrival before turning his attention to Shinji as he spoke of making teams, over to Ren, as he described as a better way to do it, which involved putting Ezrion in the front lines. He liked that thought as it was his style, and would be mutually beneficial, he gets to fight, those who fight him get to fear.

As the new woman walked in Ezrion turned to her and instantly an eyebrow was raised, wondering why exactly she wore that, and what she had in the bag she carried. He then noticed the male who walked in behind her, and he nodded once at them both, acknowledging their arrival.

He leaned back again in his chair waiting for Shinji's reply to Ren's suggestion, a smirk adorning his face.

Rammus yawned, he got bored of categoizing so many people. He would just label the rest as scum underneath his vodka. He only really cared for what Ezrion, Renzenku and Shinji said. The rest were just grunts to him, but he would not give an input. He had his own reasons for coming and not one other person needed to know. His thoughts were cut short with the arrival of a dog. Who seemed to warp through time, to directly infront of Rammus and all he could do was put a hand over his eye, " Fluffy... Dammit... not you again. " The purple dog opened its mouth to bark and all that cae out was the most annoying sound in existence.
Rammus cursed and removed Kyofu from its sheath. Pointed the blood red blade at the dog which was hopping up and down continuosly barking, then fire off a blast of energy like a minature cero that nearly obliterated the small dog. It lay on the ground in a blood heap, but soon and much to the cursing Rammus's displeasure the dog regenerated and just sat there not making noise. " Still like that you purple piece of shit. " He groaned under his breath.

Posting order: Shinji, Rentai, Akari, Ren, Lisa, Rono, Ezrion, Rammus, Yukio, Warren.

Shinji listened to all of the points brought up by the other Vizards. His teeth showing grin was apparent on his face when Lisa showed up. Then he addressed them all in turn, starting with Renzenku. "I don't know what you're talking about for what ever it is that you just compared us to, but regardless. I know from vast experience that most people get tired of patrolling all the time while the rest just go about their duties. We will split it up accordingly, because this way, we all know what's going on. You bring up a good point Renzenku, but you can't expect only those people to just comply with that. I know I won't. Because unless the entire lot of you can sense specific spiritual pressure, we'll need to rotate people in who can." He said as he regarded the other. He was right, but at the same time, he really didn't want the other Vizards to just be slacking off. "We can't all stay in the same place. That would be dangerous to the town, and all of our personal healths."

Turning his gaze to Lisa, he gives a small laugh. "This is why I called you all here today Lisa. You live here, so you get to see me every day. I know I'm not the thinking type. I'm the doing type. I need some people to move in here so we can start to figure out our rotation schedule. Something is going to happen, and I'm not quite sure what it's going to be, but we need to be prepared for whatever it is."

Turning his brown eyes to the new arrival, Shinji gave a small tilt of his head and a smile. "Welcome Rono. And as to the Shinigami. Beyond Kurosaki, who is more like us then them, the Shinigami who are currently patrolling the town are amateurs compared to us. If defense was left to them, this town would go down in ruin." Shinji's voice was obviously unimpressed.

{{POSTING ORDER:: Shinji,
Lyca,
Katsu,
Rentai,
Akari,
Renzenku,
Lisa,
Rono,
Ezrion,
Rammus,
Yukio,
Warren.}}

Lyca appeared in front of the building and sensed a few trails of spiritual energy "This must be the place. She glanced back to check if Katsu was still there before hurrying inside. Lyca walked up to the door and kicked it open, She didn;t bother to knock and she thought this way would be the quickest. She walked in grinning, it seemed Shinji just finished speaking so she was secretly hoping the meeting was over.

"I hope im not to late for the meeting" She walked to an empty seat and sat down and sat on top of it cross legged. Looking around she tried to memorize each and everyone's face.