XavierZeherisHarper
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2012
- Location
- USA
Aizen had just grabbed the Hogyoku from Rukia, nearly killing her, and implanted it in his own body. He had explained just how his sword worked, even as he wove an illusion around Momo to illustrate his point. Momo, inspired by the honeyed words the illusion spoke to her alone, began to attack her fellow shinigami, distracting some. One, however, was not distracted. He was even... slightly amused.
Leo Cervino was a traveller from somewhere outside of Soul Society. Even he didn't know where he came from. Proof of this was in his sword's name, and the 'uniform' it summoned. It was a set of grey silk clothes, including a long coat, pants, and t-shirt. Tough black leather boots crafted to last finished the ensemble. It was unusual. He still couldn't remember his mortal life, or indeed how he died. He has never spoken about his first memories. He has a 'friendly' rivalry with Zaraki Kenpachi. Zaraki enjoys that someone actually consistently accepts his desire to fight, and actually able to put up a decent fight. Leo's style is skill and speed based, and filled with painful counters and barrages. Leo is not officially linked with any Division, despising paperwork, and acts as a freelance troubleshooter, but does listen to and respect Yamamoto.
"Huh." Leo comments. "That's nice. Guess that explains the uneasiness I've felt around you. Orasolis doesn't like liars, and you lie to reality." Aizen smirks. "And how do you expect to stop me, when you can't believe your own senses?" "Oh, but we can." Leo replies, drawing Orasolis in a swift and smooth motion. "Every ability has a counter. For the most part, Orasolis's Shinkai ability is unimpressive, and relatively useless. But..." Here a vicious grin, reminicent of Kenpachi's own, crosses Leo's face. "It completely ruins people like _you_. Cut through lies with burning light, Orasolis!" A raw field of spiritual energy engulfs them all with a flash, but doesn't seem to do anything... "And this is suppose to...?" Aizen questions, feeling nothing in particular. "How could you?!" Momo cries, falling to her knees and ceasing her attack on her fellow shinigami. "How could you lie to me? Deceive me?!" She sobs uncontrollably. Aizen, startled, turns his gaze back to Leo. "Wha-" "Absolute Truth." Leo interrupts. "In this field, no lies can be told, and no illusions can work. They are all unmade. Your blade is useless against me." The grin on Leo's face widened, before he blurred into his attack, and Aizen began on unexpected and desperate defense against a man who constantly battled Kenpachi. "Dance of Frozen Time!" Leo shouts as he slashes with blur of speed and skill.
Leo Cervino was a traveller from somewhere outside of Soul Society. Even he didn't know where he came from. Proof of this was in his sword's name, and the 'uniform' it summoned. It was a set of grey silk clothes, including a long coat, pants, and t-shirt. Tough black leather boots crafted to last finished the ensemble. It was unusual. He still couldn't remember his mortal life, or indeed how he died. He has never spoken about his first memories. He has a 'friendly' rivalry with Zaraki Kenpachi. Zaraki enjoys that someone actually consistently accepts his desire to fight, and actually able to put up a decent fight. Leo's style is skill and speed based, and filled with painful counters and barrages. Leo is not officially linked with any Division, despising paperwork, and acts as a freelance troubleshooter, but does listen to and respect Yamamoto.
"Huh." Leo comments. "That's nice. Guess that explains the uneasiness I've felt around you. Orasolis doesn't like liars, and you lie to reality." Aizen smirks. "And how do you expect to stop me, when you can't believe your own senses?" "Oh, but we can." Leo replies, drawing Orasolis in a swift and smooth motion. "Every ability has a counter. For the most part, Orasolis's Shinkai ability is unimpressive, and relatively useless. But..." Here a vicious grin, reminicent of Kenpachi's own, crosses Leo's face. "It completely ruins people like _you_. Cut through lies with burning light, Orasolis!" A raw field of spiritual energy engulfs them all with a flash, but doesn't seem to do anything... "And this is suppose to...?" Aizen questions, feeling nothing in particular. "How could you?!" Momo cries, falling to her knees and ceasing her attack on her fellow shinigami. "How could you lie to me? Deceive me?!" She sobs uncontrollably. Aizen, startled, turns his gaze back to Leo. "Wha-" "Absolute Truth." Leo interrupts. "In this field, no lies can be told, and no illusions can work. They are all unmade. Your blade is useless against me." The grin on Leo's face widened, before he blurred into his attack, and Aizen began on unexpected and desperate defense against a man who constantly battled Kenpachi. "Dance of Frozen Time!" Leo shouts as he slashes with blur of speed and skill.