[O/Q] Week --: Exhibition: Masato Fujikawa vs. Rudo Braun

[Several Zombies]

Standing in the vaulting training lot deep beneath Orpheus' headquarters, Masato Fujikawa let out a long, amused whistle. They'd really done the place up. Though normally used for everyday training, as well as live-fire exercises, the advent of the Shinigami's Grand Tournament had given the upper-brass an excuse to pump much needed funding into repairing and reinforcing the lot for the type of 'high-impact' combat expected from participants.

"Money well spent." the gunslinger smirked to himself, spinning one of his hefty revolvers in lazy arcs as he waited for his opponent to arrive.

As if on cue, a pinpoint of spiritual energy blinked into being at the edges of his awareness, causing the agent's brow to furrow in irritation. The reiatsu, while not familiar, could only belong to one type of being, and just the thought of running into one of the Ayers' ilk here had the General's blood boiling.

Leveling his weapon with the entranceway as the unsuspecting opponent arrived, the gunslinger rattled off a single warning shot, striking the door frame at eye level and sending a shower of concrete raining over the new arrival.

"Quincy huh," the grizzled man seethed, the barrel of his weapon still smoking. "...Got a lot of nerve showing your face here."

 

[Chef Bryardee]

The sharp whine and pinging of the bullet passed overhead and disappeared into the corridor behind him. The calm amble of the newly-arrived was ceased as well. Although he couldn’t feel the granules of concrete fluttering down onto the bowed surface of his hair, he understood the Orpheus figurehead’s slight. His head tilted just a bit to the side, though, hardly any of the dust staining his perfectly-kempt afro or his sleek leather jacket were ridden.

Instead, it seemed as if the dark-skinned man was adjusting his view of the gunslinger. The pitch-tinted lenses of his sunglasses, however, hid away his eyes and the intent belying them.

The only hint given... was in the weak, stiff smile that surfaced then.

Stepping out into the open, the flat tapping of his rubber-soled boots gnawed at the tense silence in the room. The hem of his leather jacket bounced off of the back of his knees in his stride. One hand emerged from the pockets of his black jeans, and clasped his bearded jaw, thoughtfully. In contrast to his dark, mundane attire, the wristwatch on his right arm and the necklace around his neck glittered brightly.

The blinding glare floated about the general’s face, but that wasn’t entirely intentional.

Removing his hand from his face, he put it back in his pocket and removed the other. The silver pentacle hanging from the thin chain attached to his belt could be seen now.

Pointing the finger at Masato, Rudo said, “You should learn how ta aim that...”

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[Several Zombies]

"If I wanted you dead, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." the gunslinger scoffed as he drew his second pistol, making it clear that his generosity would only last for so long.

"I must say I'm surprised," Masato continued, rounding the second weapon on the newcomer. "I didn't expect any of you would be dense enough to come here again. I made it pretty clear where the Initiative stood the last time Nathaniel and I spoke."

Snapping the hammers back on both his firearms, the agent took a step towards the dark-skinned man.

"To show up here of all places, and with the Grims hanging around no less. You must be a special kind of stupid, kid."

Stuff & Thangs

So Masato doesn't think Rudo is his opponent. As far as he's aware, Shinigami are still out to kill Quincies, and the only Quincies he knows of are the QRF folks who shafted Orph 8D;;

Awkward.

Masato Fujikawa - Initiative Orpheus, General
Grade:--
Reiatsu: 24,268
Sanzoku ~ 26,694
Sanzoku - Rikugun no Ichi ~31,548
Resonance - 0/12,134
Combat: 13,182
Agility: 8,000
Fortitude: 3,086
Items:


[Veritas] (Wraith SB2K)
-Pyre Rounds
[Aequitas](Epitaphe SAA)
-Lawbringer Rounds
[Concussion Lance]
[Multi-purpose Flare] x2
[Zanpakutou Core Rounds] x3

 

[Chef Bryardee]

The hand hung there in the air for a brief moment, his features nor anything else moving as if it took those five seconds of silence to register what the general had said to him. Behind those broad, pitch-tinted, square flat top frames, the man’s eyes squinted deeper. His brow furrowed to a contemplative line as if Rudo was deliberating heavily on something. Breathing in, he finally reacted, and put one foot behind the other until his shoulders were perpendicular with the man adjacent.

Then, the hand pointed at Masato was unfurled and shifted sideways. Rapidly, tiny motes of blue light appeared in the air all around the two of them, seeming to reach corner of the training annex. All of it collapsed speedily to Rudo, focusing to an orb around the silver pentacle hanging from his belt.

From within the orb, the center of the pentacle, a dot of black materialized and grew. Swallowing the bright cerulean particles swimming toward it, it ballooned until the entire cross was consumed. The black orb, seeming more a void in time and space than a conglomeration of reishi, streamed in an arc to his outstretched hand. His fingers snapped closed and, almost instantly, the obsidian particles formed into a bow of turbulent energy.

And then... nothing.

Quietly judging the advent’s reaction, if there was one to be judged, Rudo kept his other hand at his side for a moment.

Very deliberately, giving no effort to surprise Masato at all, he slowly brought his free hand up to the drawstring. It was almost as if he meant to give his opponent time to intercede. Pulling back, a thin black line trailed behind the index and middle fingers pinching the nocking point.

Behind his sunglasses, one eye closed, the other squinting as he focused his aim.

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[Several Zombies]

"So that's how it's gonna be, huh?"

With a flash of arcane power, the gunslinger's firearms began to radiate, metal folding on metal, twisting and turning as piece by piece, the twin revolvers of his post-human awakening came into being. Hefting both of the massive weapons with surprising ease, the grizzled General gave each weapon a quick twirl before levelling their barrels on the Quincy.

"So, who do you think is faster, kid?" the agent goaded, snapping back both hammers. On cue each of the revolvers began to thrum with spirit energy, glowing a dichotomy of silver and amber.

"...Your bow, or my guns?"

Squeezing both triggers, twin gunshots echoed through the cavernous training lot. The battle had begun

thangs

Masato Fujikawa - Initiative Orpheus, General
Reiatsu: 24,268
Sanzoku ~ 26,694
Sanzoku - Gun no Ichi ~31,548
Resonance - 0/12,134
Combat: 13,182
Agility: 8,000
Fortitude: 3,086
Items:


[Veritas] (Wraith SB2K)
-Pyre Rounds
[Aequitas](Epitaphe SAA)
-Lawbringer Rounds
[Concussion Lance]
[Multi-purpose Flare] x2
[Zanpakutou Core Rounds] x3

Fired two shots, each enhanced by;

[Attack: Kikai] - ルーレット
Roulette

Sanzoku’s primary ability is Roulette. While in his awakened state, Masato’s revolver, at the cost of 1% of his reiatsu, can at random generate one round of Orpheus’ varying ammunition types and fire it with each pull of the trigger. This ability is not limited to currently equipped ammunition types. The output of the resulting round is equal to the bullet’s base damage plus the cost paid for Roulette.

Rolled one plain round and one Tesla Round. Total output is ~1.8k. Also stacking one round of...

[Ability: Sokusha] - ラピッドファイア
Rapid Fire

The power of Masato’s Initial Awakening is somewhat understated when compared to the far flashier previous incarnation of his post-human Awakening. Regardless, Sanzoku is still quite capable of dishing out punishment that meets or exceeds the firepower of its predecessor. Each time Roulette is activated, Masato may store 2% of his reiatsu to gain a stack of Rapid Fire. At any point after activation barring the initial turn, Masato may spend these stacks to utilize Rapid Fire’s primary effect, allowing him to fire a barrage of bullets equal to the amount of reiatsu stored in a single turn. Each shot activates the effect of Roulette, but cannot generate additional stacks of Rapid Fire. A maximum of five stacks may be stored at any given time.

Resonance: 2,339/12,134

 

[Chef Bryardee]

The first slight twitch of the general’s trigger fingers was seen past the opaque bow thrumming in his hand. In that instant, his body reacted, his breath holding and the index and middle fingers holding back the drawstring loosening their grasp on it. The turbulent point beyond his grasp on the bow flared and, all at once, a countless number of pitch-dark arrows were spit forward.


The two rounds fired had crossed the gap between the two by then, mere feet away from the former musician when his rebuttal was given. In the haze of arrows released, there were light and dark sparks, the hollow-pointed salvos clashing head-on with the streaks of energy aiming to lacerate Masato.


The latter overwhelmed the former, and those that remained ripped through the air at speed, closing ever closer on the gunslinger.

[138/696]​

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Spoylahz

Used full Shuuhaku (2,469) to make it rain.

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Rudo Braun - Independent

Reiatsu: 24,268
Shuuhaku: 2,469
Kyuuzu: 13,500
Namazan: 8,500
Douryuu: 2,268
Ginto: 0