OOC BRAWL Redd and Auro

" Mom said; Wake up son, good mornin'... "
A semi-matured male voice rung out into the emptiness that were the wastelands, repeating words that hadn't been spoken for over three-hundred years.

" I rolled outta bed, greeted momma with a yawn and..."
His head bobbed-- moving only about an inch forwards and back from the up-right position in which it would normally be held. His poofy hair shushed-- no louder than the sound of a fly breathing, yet still it was audible to him.

" Paused to scratch and itch and went- down to the kitchen fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of O.J. Simpson..."
His coffee colored eyes remained glued to the ground, which persisted in sending up tufts of the beige chalky residue with each step he took. Redd's arms swung at his side-- his skin appearing to become suddenly darker as they reached his wrists, but this wasn't the case.

" Just as I was about to dig in, thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended-- Shit...
Upon closer observation one would have realized that the browning of his hands was due to the chocolate colored gloves that were on his hands. The leather looking material clung to his tightly coiled fists. These digit-less gloves held four small blades on top of his knuckles, each of these glinting a silver-white. His black t-shirt swayed about his frame in his stuttering movement, hanging down loose on him-- his black to match pants doing the same.

"I paid my thoughts no attention cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch who just ended it with me..."
The sky whispered night-- where it had previously been dusk, the lively baby blue turning into a red-laced black. The stars faded into view over head- the area around him being bathed in such a light that it might as well have been the middle of the day-- but with a different color.

"But momma wasn't havin' it. So I grabbed my bag, split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick..."
The moonlit land around him appeared to be a small shade of white-- this overtaking-- the browns and yellows of the decrepit wild life around him.
There were no trees, no bushes, no buildings-- no, all that was left of this place was the occasional dieing patch of desert grass and uncomfortable heat. Others might think that you'd have to be a moron to like being in a place such as this yet it was where Redd felt most at home.

" It seems kinda rash, but thats the hash-- I mean the harsh truth. She runs shit, she's the jock I'm the horse, shoot..."
The place reminded him of his childhood home-- where he was at his happiest. Arizona-- one of the 48th states in America, and his favorite of the five he had been in.

" She's gorgeous, when niggas see her jaws hit the floor so-- when she left it didn't break my heart it broke my torso. Makin my eyes ache, stalkin her myspace, posted a new pic, I mean it when I say-- that I fuckin hate you....
A Redd sash could be seen stretching down from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist-- the red and gold hilt of his zanpaktou could be seen poking up over his right shoulder-- the rest of its sheath being clasped up against his back, clanking almost silently as his torso was yanked forwards again and again.

".. What the hell.. who is in my turf aye?.."..


Was all a rather tall and well armored man had said. before looking up , sighing and over all having a kind of anoyed guise about him,since for the most part he had not had a soul disturb his wandering grounds for some time now, as in some time for the past 26 years since he became a sinner in hell by his own choice. He had been born strong, stronger then most and quickly made a name for himself as the DEMON king. and while people feared him, they respected his power, which is what was needed for him to maintain a 4 mile space around him. 4 miles of nothing.. this was the no fly Zone.. as it was truelly monsterous. and most people got shot down before they could do any real thing.


Thats when the voice of auro boomed out, even though his trace was weak right now, something was not right. Anyone could tell the amount of power auro displayed was as different from his true power as the sea is to the tides. but with his voice was a influx of power. but for now, the most part everyone that came close would not live, that long thats why auro had looked up into the sky's which had become a dusky red and then back to where the voice was coming from, one of his downsides was he could not sense someone well, so he decided two could play at throwing voices across the exspanse of landscape which separated them.

"..WHO ENCROACHES APON MY PERSONAL RESTING ZONE?"


This is all auro said nothing more and nothing less, but if something was up he was going to release and make the world around turn into a living hell. But for now as his shield crackled.. it was hard to say.. what was up with him but.. all that was known was he hoped he could avoid a fight but if not.. well he was not holding back..

"Bu-"
It took Redd a little over two seconds to zero in on this other presence before he just...popped out of view. It was as if he'd been snatched from existence-- though a puff of smoke showed where he'd gone. This wasn't due to the effects of shunpo-- no this was Redd moving on his own-- his own speed had been augmented to such a degree that it was hardly necessary for him to shunpo anymore though needless to say he'd used it in the event the situation called for it- although this wasn't one of those times.

The thing about shunpo was that it required and output of reiatsu-- but this was the exact opposite of what had actually happened-- in fact when Redd appeared his spiritual pressure to be completely gone. If not for his captains haori-- which cracked violently in the wind he'd created one wouldn't have known he was a shinigami of this stature. This had happened due to the activation of Redd's sealed zanpaktou ability, thus allowed him to slide back into view about 10 yards from this tulip colored being while keeping ...it spiritually oblivious.

" That's funny... I could have sword you said your resting grounds... when-- at the same time, to my knowledge at least, this place belongs to noone"

His voice had come out in a raspy, matter-of-fact tone-- his sleeveless haori coming within mere inches of the floor as he neared the end of his sentence, gently grazing the ground on which he stood on.

Redd tilted his head slightly, he'd seen sinners before-- as this obviously was. But none quite as retro looking-- in all honestly he looked like he might be something straight out of one of those old-style anime shows about giant robots. Redd furrowed his brow-- he never really liked those shows, the idea of letting something bigger and stronger fight for you was pathetic in his mind-- though this had nothing to do with this stern-voiced being before him.