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Pendulum is a literate to advanced Bleach RPG. We are set in an AU universe set somewhat before Aizen travels to Karakura Town, but after Starrk and the invading Espada, including their Fracción, were killed by Soul Society.

The Espada have returned to Soul Society, not as enemies, but this time as souls residing there. Ichigo and the rest of the shinigami aren't quite sure what to do about them, but with the looming threat of a war against Aizen, they can't spend much time contemplating the once-arrancar.

We have canon characters that you can audition for, or you can create your own. Auditions can be found in the Admin Updates forum.

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Creator of the site, Argent is the graphic artist of the site and head of technology. She can usually be found keeping odd hours and fixing things up around the site.

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Co-Admin Tox is the devious one usually lorchestrating the big plots. Don't worry, though, she isn't planning to take over the world - yet. ..I hope.
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Toxique
Posted: Nov 11 2010, 04:45 AM


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Grinning, as he always was, the man known as Gin Ichimaru slowly made his way down one of the many empty corridors of Hueco Mundo. Now that most of the occupants had been killed off, it had turned into a rather boring place. With no one to bother, the silver haired traitor was a horrifically bored man, and when that happened, mischief happened to run rampant. But there in settled a problem, there were only a handful of people left in the fortress, and with the missions Aizen-sama had sent out, even fewer were around.

So after having a bit of fun with some of the Menos grande and testing what limited intelligence they had, mainly flash stepping around them and grinning when they turned in massive circles with frustrated screeches. But that amusement couldn't last to long, and after the things had finally had enough with his antics and had started firing their cero did he finally relent and leave to once again wander the desert (fast wandering, considering he was still using his incredible speed to breeze through) for some time before he was finally forced back to the standing fortress.

He wandered the halls, following the paths he knew and could follow with his eyes closed, more closed than they already were. Even if they changed, he knew all of the alternate routes, and was taking one most commonly traveled. The path to Aizen's personal throne room, attached to the much more common meeting room where the tea was usually served. Hopefully the man would be in, he hadn't really bothered to check, not wanting to really pinpoint his exact location. If anything it'd kill more time looking for Aizen if he wasn't in the room he was carefully slipping into, silence as a sneaking serpent.


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Posted: Nov 12 2010, 09:05 PM


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    Withdrawal. The prospect buzzed as a pestersome fly would around month old carrion, landing to feast on flesh already picked clean by ravenous birds of prey. Vultures. In comparison, the now desecrated Espada were no better, their destruction proof of an already apparent failure. It was plain to the overlord. On whichever ground – both unaware and knowing – they had all been unable to prove themselves anything other than bereft. The figures proved so much, and broken down, it was laughable. Ten to one. Combined, useless. Divided? Unworkable, and unworthy in mentioning. Simply, what could be classed as an inordinate experiment had been a long, fruitless waste of resources. Such that were not his own to begin with, so it held little matter in the man's mind. Why sully a most luxuriant garden with the soils of insignificance and trivial commotion? Nothing, and that was to be repeated, nothing was out of place. Those that had come to accept the current standing were the most fragile, the fools that made the dysfunctional brunt and body of Soul Society. They would all come to ease in their soon to be cemetery. Ruination called.

    As footsteps echoed down the external hall, the reverberating sound rippled throughout empty corridor after empty corridor, reaching the seated male's notice long before it was welcome. A mild contrast to placidity pursed the line of his wide lips, suggesting irritation, but never managing to manifest. No one ungrateful and undeserving would be granted anything other than a façade, a special guise to camouflage the most beseeching emotions. Troublesome windows to the soul were nothing but breakable glass, and yet from glass you could forge a mirror. Aizen, ever the invulnerable effigy, took care to conceal anything identified with sensitivity. This included those material cavities, and with one look there was only ever a reflection more blank than the polished marble floor tiles to see. So, recollecting the extremely minute slip in demeanour, an ominous overcast rippled the air currents in obscuring haze. A faux distraction for the approaching sycophant, and much more than should have been offered. Idleness tended to encourage excess, did it not?

    When the moment struck as clock hands did the hour, the shinigami allowed sarcasm to initiate the conversation. “Come in.” It was easily interchangeable as a command or request, but if the younger being had learnt anything at all he would recognise it as acknowledgement, and a demanding one at that. No one under this roof practised ignorance towards himself, at least not without the undoubted pain of consequence. Adjusting the atmospheric pressure to a more neutral intensity, his perspicacious gaze slid to meet the arrival. Aizen was not at all surprised to find the identity correct to the one previously guessed. Who else other than the silver-haired antagonist dared intrude upon the throne room without specific invitation? Bold, too much for his own good, and that was exactly why he was here. In these times of patience did impatience make itself known all the more, and the itch for misconduct was no better satiated anywhere else than within these walls.
Toxique
Posted: Nov 15 2010, 01:13 AM


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Come in

Gin didn't need to see Aizen to know that he had been a bit to daring to come to him that day, however, his boredom dictated that it was already to late to try and turn back now. As starting and then not finishing was probably not the best idea, especially with the man he was facing down. So instead he carefully pushed open the door, feeling comical for the moment and poking his head in with a bright grin, slowly following it with his form.

"Good eve'nin Lord Aizen," he cheerily hummed as he settled his hands in his sleeves, cocking his silver head as he regarded the auburn haired male some feet away from him. Gin could feel the pressure, the subtle changes that were made to it all taken into consideration; even without any flicker on the man's visage, he had been with him sense childhood. So Aizen's obvious dislike for him being there was read instantly, he was tempted to turn around, but as he had previously assumed, it would have been a very unwise idea to run.

So he simply settled, relaxing somewhat to show that he had no ill intent with his showing, instead regarded the higher ranked male before he spoke. "Sah, Ah'm sure ya've seen, but ah've been thinkin', Aizen-sama." He started, regarding the man with a soft rumble. "Weh gonna need more arrancars, and Ah saw some of Szyael's reports, maybe weh could try an' speed it up. Like try an' force tha Adjuchas ta consume more souls, then if it works, force their masks off?" Yes, it was an idea, but at that point the sheer need to build back numbers couldn't wait for the years it took hollows to evolve on their own.


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Posted: Nov 15 2010, 10:35 PM


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    Aizen did not return the greeting, but instead offered a basic, standard level of hospitality with a brief smile. It was forced of course, and could only be seen if one did not practice blinking in the next span of five seconds or less. Considering the one it was intended for, this was a given. “I see,” The proposal itself had been telling, and gave enough reason to begin the answer in a languidly patronizing tone. “-You wish to bring business into this so soon?” The underling had revealed himself cautiously, and was perhaps trying to alleviate realisation of not being wanted by switching almost immediately into potential matters. It was like the prodigy to flick amongst Szayel's studies, but to take them in any seriousness, and propose action based off what he had seen in reports? Whilst open to discussion of warfare strategies, this could not be identified as one, and merely advocated itself as a hidden scientific streak or worse still, nervous babbling. It should have been a simple diagnosis, but lately, after the palace was overcast in what seemed to be permanent silence, nothing was as clear as it had been.

    There was no nostalgic implication in the contemplation related to loss, only an acceptance of truth. This was how they stood, and this was what remained. No other accompaniment was necessary to sweeten a fact which may as well be indigestible in its raw state, this much persisting in any tale. There was no addition of weighted strings which bound beings such as humans to their paltry loyalties, no ostentatious speech to soften the vicious blade of impact. Yet, Soul Society had not won, and nor would they ever. As long as resistance steeled in its rest, there was no need to even remember what worrying could be. Knowledgeable of this since the beginning, the overlord was prepared to give a more in depth answer. “Do you suggest an altered repetition would bewilder?” He queried, an eyebrow lifting to enhance his already cynical voice. “They would expect that, Gin, and I would expect you to realise such.” The identity of 'they' being the enemy. Hollows, arrancar and even the Espada paid little worth as distractions any more. To feed the ill beast more of the same would be playing to their expectations, and raising a chance of immunity.

    Shifting in his position at the throne, a finger subconsciously began to stroke along Kyouka Suigetsu's kashira as a child would a pet, but with much more primal overtones. Even whilst sheathed, he could feel the zanpakuto's desire to rend mayhem on all that still opposed. To take the precious sanity from their crystalline skulls, and... discarding that thought, Aizen raised his fondling hand and pushed against his jaw, using it as a temporary headrest as he assessed the other shinigami. “Is that all on your mind?” To be so restless was not a discomfort that would benefit the associate, and so he would ensure an effort towards erasure before it became a headache and hindrance. The two were the sole remnants present in Las Noches who were necessary to replant the fertility of chaos, and by lingering over what ifs, whys, buts and hows, their progress would be akin to wading through a waterlogged tunnel. Time consuming and lacking in point, especially with all the potential routes available.
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