Sasori decides not to investigate the hollow city he has heard of and instead to train some here. He finds an area where there aren’t any other hollows to get in his way, and takes some time training in some close combat techniques. The main one he focuses on is a defensive technique, that utilizes rapid swings of his weapon to prevent the enemy from being able to get in a weapon strike. He performs the technique very well, due to his own high speed and mobility. After practicing the technique, he looks around the Carnage Halls, as they were referred to. It appears that after his earlier demonstration of power, none of the other hollows seem willing to get close to him. He rests some up against the wall of the dojo.
Health 425/425 | Spirit Energy 135/135 | Clarity 50 | Movement Speed 80
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2021 7:18 pm
Eli entered The Carnage Halls after spending some time training in Muchos. Now he was here to learn a few more skills. And maybe try to create a couple. Though admittedly he was not sure how to go about that. But for now he would focus on the task at hand. He soon finds an area away from the other Hollows to train. After all he did not want to be eaten or used for practice. Once certain that he was in a good spot he pulls out his weapon deciding to start practicing with that and to learn the armed combat skills. He smirks as he moves through the motions of the techniques. It would be a lot more entertaining to be swinging at rocks or dummies or something. But right now all he had was air. So he continued his mock fighting. Which in a way was also fun for the young Hollow.
Dubhchroí 'Bailitheoir Anam' Logan wanders the halls of carnage. A brutal place where hollows hone their physical prowess to become greater at physical combat. As he plays with his Shillelagh, making blows and feints and any number of other moves with it. As he makes his way something catches his attention. It is short, cloaked in crimson - a rare color for a hollow, and donning a horned mask that encases its small head. The little hollow looks little more than half grown. A child, he senses. This intrigues him. Although he has no such concept as love or compassion within him, he finds the younger hollow interesting. Very interesting. Something about him feels as though he has seen the gates of the underworld and somehow arisen from this. Though he cannot be certain of it. He raises an eyebrow from behind his ghostly mask. This kid is training here by himself. The old faerie grins broadly and speaks to him with his softened Irish accent, "How’s it going there, lad?"
The sudden swelling of spiritual energy against the outer wall of the dojo would be felt from anyone within the general area. The wall itself almost appearing to shatter and disintegrate as several black almost oily liquid tendrils grip around several portions of the melted hole and rip outward to both drastically open the new entrance as well as draw a figure through during the crash of the pieces hitting the ground. The figure that had entered casually raises a pale hand to brush the long white hair from his face while slowly taking the first normal steps into the room with a quick swish of the long black coat he wore. His pale eyes searching through the smoke, the Phyrexian symbol vividly glowing in a green light directly over his forehead as well as the normal spot around the edge of his irises. Ye grins casually to himself as he strolls through the dojo and observes those that were both training alone and training with each other. If training was the correct word to use, when it came to the Hollows. "Simple creatures. It's no wonder they can be ruled by some Pharoah of the Sands.." He says aloud as he walks along the area. Occasionally a black tendril would emerge from his coat and pierce its way right through the flesh of a lower end hollow that attempted to get too close to the Phyrexian Prince as he walked. Soon he would come upon a larger more humanoid hollow that appeared to be stalking some small cloaked hollow, his grin widens slightly as the rows of Razor sharp teeth come more directly into view. A single tendril would snake its way forward to wrap around yet another helpless bystanding hollow, as it coils around the hollows body like a snake before immediately wrapping around the Hollows throat and soon with a snap the Hollow dropped. Ye drags the body to himself as several additional tendrils grab and begin manipulating the body into something close to that of a bench or stool. As soon as his creation was assembled, Ye takes a single step back and drops into a seated position with his back coming to rest against the wall behind him. "Do not mind me, I am only setting up to watch the show.. After all, Hollows fighting is like a dog fight. Mostly dull, but if you pick the right one, you could make some money." Ye says as he casually waves dismissively in the direction of Logan.
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Eli was enjoying himself as he practiced with his weapon. Pretending that he was striking down Shinigami and any other enemies that he could think of. Some day he would be strong enough to eat them all. We probably not. After all their was always someone stronger. The young Hollow grins behind his mask as he slays yet another imaginary foe. To bad all these enemies that he was killing were fake and he could not eat any of them. Oh well he was still having fun. He was doing an impressive move. Or at least he thought it was impressive. When suddenly someone speaks up behind him. The little Hollow squawks and whirls around to face whoever had approached him. He stares at this other Hollow a moment trying to decide what he should do. He had thought that he was well hidden in an out of the way area of the dojo. But apparently not. "Um! It goes well. I think and how goes it with you?" He asks awkwardly. Not used to this individuals way of speaking. Suddenly another Hollow? creates a hole in the wall and enters the area eating? some of the weaker Hollows that got to close. This other Hollow? seemed to be the strongest person present. And Eli mentally sighs he would most likely be returning to the afterlife soon. Pharaoh of the sands? Eli wonders not sure he heard the newest one right. Eli looks from Ye to Logan then back wondering what would happen next, Which one would eat him, and if he could land a blow before they ate him.
Logan stands up and smirks. "Pharoah? We'll be seeing about that, me lad. I will swear to no king but the Ard Ri himself, and that's only after I tested to see if he is true." He grins broadly and flips a coin a few times, half absent mindedly and half as if he were using it to make a decision. "Ah, so heads it is. Well, then. I suppose getting introduced is in order, now. I am Dubhchroí 'Bailitheoir Anam' Logan. And before ye go asking me what all that mouthful is about I'll save you the trouble. I am a Bailitheoir Anam which is a Soul Collector by trade, a sluagh by nature, which you lot often consider a part of the hollows. I do not mind this. That's the honest truth there. And ye can call me Logan. If I had any idea who me parents were, I'd be giving you their names as well. No Macs nor Mics today. Just a stray cursed soul like the two of you. Not that I mind that, either. It has its perks." He pulls a pipe out of his cloak and lights it. A sweet smell of honey fills the air. He is smoking Irish Tea. Because of course he is. He leans back against the wall and then regards the young hollow he had surprised. "Don't ye go all panicked on me. You shoulda been more wary of your surroundings, lad. Hardly my fault that you were so engrossed in your training." He still has yet to decide regarding the kid, but he finds him interesting for now. As for Ye, he is intrigued with him as well. It had been quite the entrance. "Ye should know that I am no cu sidhe and nobody's cu shall I be. Still, a fight could give this damned soul a proper exercise. Provided that it is purely for entertainment. I would prefer to keep the real fight for something a bit more appetizing than either of you. Besides, word has it that the battle in the Soul Society is going poorly. We'll need more of us to bring about a proper Stailc Cuntair. Assuming that there's something in it for us."
Ye casually leans forward slightly against the wall he had set his back against. One hand shifting to his chin as he rests an elbow upon one of his knees and brings his pale gray eyes upon the two hollow before him. "Hmm. Soul Society could be fun, but I am on a task to destroy select areas within Hueco Mundo at the moment. I am certain based on my experience here thus far, that this... Punishment by.. God.." His last word snapping with a distinct sound of distaste, as he raises his other hand and makes a single air quote with it before continuing. ".. Will have the desired effect of giving Hollows a better understanding of where they should focus their aims before heading off to places such as.. The Soul Society. For example." Ye says while his eyes shine with the pale green glow associated with the symbol floating above his forehead still. "I am the Phyrexian Prince. Ye Du'An Eero. Not to be confused with your archaic tongue, Soul Collector." Ye says with a light chuckle, at this young hollow standing before him and claiming that they collect souls. After he had single handedly removed two cities from the map, and a good majority of their occupants, all at once nearly not even a half day earlier. He had understood the means of a Soul Collector from memories granted upon his ritual resurrection. This Irishman did not seem to fit the bill, at least not in Ye's eyes. Such thoughts did not matter much though, as he turns his attention onto the smaller hollow and a grin fully forms across his lips once again. Sinister lines of his teeth shining with the green glow of his Symbol of Phyrexia. "Although here appears quite boring. We may move on to another area to continue my tasks if either of you are interested in a mutual hand of destruction. You are Hollows after all.. I see no reason why murdering the weak would be against your moral standings." Ye says as his grin only widens into something that appeared to be only a step from hostility. His gaze remaining locked in the direction of the two of them as he remains sitting on the Corpse turned bench, a single hand seeming to be scratching at his chin as if he was in thought, or perhaps simply scheming of what he planned to do next. Regardless it was clear that he had the full intent to drag these two fledgling hollows into the depths of his plans along with him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2021 3:14 pm
Pharaohs and Ard Ri? What the heck was were these two talking about. Eli wonders wishing they would hurry up and do what they came for so he could go back to training. "Far as I am aware we have no Pharaohs, Kings, or Ard Ri." Eli says quietly as he looks at the two men. Confused and just wanting to train so he could get stronger. Ugh! Shut up I just want to train. Eli thinks as Logan offers a mouthful of a name. But he smiles behind his mask and politely listens. After all he was not ready to be eaten. "I did not panic I jumped." He says defiantly. Do you know how long it took me to find this out of the way spot? He thinks as Logan continues talking. Though there was some truth in what the man had said he had gotten a little to engrossed in his training. I am going to eat you if I ever get the chance. Much of what Logan says flies over the boys head but he tries for the most part to be polite. "The fight in the Soul Society was fun then the really strong Shinigami came and started picking us off. I do not know who is left there still fighting. My sister might be." He says then turns his attention to Ye as he begins to speak. Ye had Eli's full attention at destroy he did not care where or why. But the lad had come to realize just how much fun it was to destroy things. Kings and now a Phyrexian Prince. Whatever that was. Eli mentally shrugged off his confusion and smiled broadly from behind his mask "I am Eli "Devourer" Yama. Or would that be Yama "Devourer" Eli? Who cares just call me Eli." The child says introducing himself as well "Only thing better than eating is destroying things." Eli says moving a little closer to Ye and Logan. His excitement of getting to cause destruction was threatening to get the better of him.
Logan chuckles to himself. 'I think I like this kid,' he thinks as he considers the kid. The Phyrexian on the other hand, while not seeming any more sinister than the hollows lurking about, certainly does not feel like one who should be trusted right away. Nonetheless, he remains civil. "Tch," he responds when Ye mentions something of morality among hollows. "I never said that it did. The kid could be a snack, easily, but I find him interesting. Amusing certainly. I am intrigued by his potential. I might take him in as an apprentice." He flashes a grin at him and sits on the air, legs crossed, and folds his arms - his shillelagh still in his left hand. Perhaps out of spite of this so called prince he might spare the child after all. Perhaps he will follow through with taking the kid in and teaching him the ways of the arcane arts. This young being, a Phyrexian (whatever that is supposed to be) is an odd one. Talk turns towards destruction. He raises an eyebrow and levels an evaluative gaze at him. He notes the child's interest in wanton destruction and smirks again. "Destroying anything in this vast sand pit certainly is not going to achieve much. Granted watching Los Noches get crushed under that flying ... thing ... was quite amusing in its own way. What the hell. I'm in. I could use a few good laughs. Besides, I am getting a tad peckish. Destruction and hunting is appealing. I would suggest we start here, but there is a guardian who is well past any of our capabilities to take on. Maybe. Still, I will happily watch you take them on."
It would appear that for the most part these two Hollows were in fact interested in unnecessary acts of destruction, but not interested in actually fighting each other or anyone else. Despite the elders statement of the opposite despite their phrasing and posture marking them as a much less hostile nature. An apprentice? That actually seemed even less necessary. A minion would make sense, but an apprentice sounded almost like a human experience which was rather strange in and of itself Ye slowly shook his head, he could probably destroy the two of these Hollows without too much extra effort involved. Yet it did not seem beneficial to him at this point. "I can understand the unwillingness of the weak, to be weary of those stronger than them. If you have a better idea for a place to level to the ground, feel free to speak up Soul Collector. I have an exceptionally vast amount of time to which I can wait around. Your self proclaimed King only thanked me for my last act. So I do not foresee him arriving here to change his mind and go against me now." Ye says with a slow roll of his shoulders while he slowly sits back up into a normal seated position. The hand originally planted on his chin simply dropping to his lap as he stares between the two before him. They had a few more minutes of simple decision making to do before he possibly grew bored of them both and continued with his plan to deal some damage to this training area. They had mentioned a guardian or defender though, which was an interesting thing to consider. He hadn't seen one in Los Noches earlier which lead Ye to believe that they may have been destroyed long before he even stepped foot on the ground there. Which would mean that the one that defended here could not possibly be that much more of a threat, so it could actually be a fun time to cause some wreckage here and see what happens afterwards. Ye grinned momentarily as a flash of vicious wickedness would flash across his facial features. He hadn't had a fight in a while, so maybe Summoning one to him was the right approach? Either way he planned to leave it up to these two Hollows. He was curious about what their race was all about, since up until now they had not fit into the standards of the box they were placed in. Far too communicative, too human even. It was almost even strangely frustrating to think that these creatures who were supposed to be all about conflict and survival, were simply hanging around talking and enjoying each other's company while claiming excuses like 'They're interesting'.
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Eli could no longer detain himself as he listens to the two older and much stronger men talk. He looks around for any other Hollows to attack. Bouncing lightly with impatience to begin hunting and destroying. He does not care about the talk of being eaten the strong ate the weak. And the apprentice thing flew over his head so he let it go. After another minute or so passes the child decides that he has found his first mark. Another young Hollow who appeared to be sleeping or meditating or whatever the guy was doing. Well whatever he had trained enough 'Possibly' it was time to act. He draws his weapon and seemingly forgetting the two men that he was talking with sneaks up behind the hollow that was much closer to him in strength and stabs him with his weapon as hard as he could and as silently as possible. He then stabs a second and third time with a barely audible giggle. Once his target is dead without putting up a fight Eli devours his prey. Then turns and looks for another target. He wishes that he had a tool or technique that he could use to break threw the walls to get at other unexpecting targets. Or did he? Eli thinks about the skills that he has recently learned. His mind lands on Bala and he fires a couple of shots to get at another victim who had been reading and was now buried under a pile of rubble. He then kills and devours his second victim. The lad starts looking for his third victim or something else to destroy.
Logan nods as he listens to them speak. Ye goes on about understanding the weaker hollows being unwilling to interact with the stronger ones. "Fair point, really," he begins - only for Eli to suddenly give in to his childish impulsiveness and begin wrecking havoc. The look of surprise on his face is quickly replaced with a broad grin and a look of fiery delight in his eyes. "That boy is going to get killed one day doing stuff like that, but I admire his gumption." Unfolding his arms and considering what the Phyrexian had to say for himself concerning protectors and pharaohs. "You're the one who destroyed Los Noches, aren't you? And this Pharaoh, our self proclaimed Ard Ri seemed pleased with this? Very well, let us do this in his name and see if his name bears any weight here. Let him earn his spurs so to speak. So why shouldn't we start here, ditch when the guardian arrives and move on to Menos Forest. Quite frankly I would not mind a challenge for this old soul!" He is getting excited, as can be told from his tone and rising volume. A hollow wandering in catches his attention. Brave soul, but stupid with what is going on. He begins his assault with his shillelagh. He squares up and begins with bouncing from foot to foot with a series of false charges and feints to confuse it as to his next move then right as it lunges he dodges and cracks it on top of the head with his shillelagh. It stumbles forward, but he does not give it a chance to react. He kicks its legs out from under it and drives the butt of the shillelagh into its back. As if out of spite and malicious amusement, he stomps on it until it collapses. Upon sensing that it is dead or at least weak enough he consumes it without a moment's hesitation. "Delicious, but that was a small snack. Hardly satisfying," he gripes as he senses out for more souls. "The prey here is pathetic. Ye, destroying things is one of your tasks. What are the others?" he asks as he continues his hunt. "The sluagh, wild hunt, ghost riders, night parade, what may have you else a host of unforgiven dead might be called we have a wild time with these things - more focus is on taking of souls to either consume or conscript into our masses ... not much different than hollows really ... it's my personal drive. This is why I chose the hollows. It gives me an outlet. Even if I didn't want to join Eli in his carnage or you in your destruction, I would have a great difficulty fighting my impulses. You are either born into this or you are conscripted. It is a life I actually enjoy." He kills several more hollows that are drawn in by the chaos. He smashes through the mask of one that tries to sneak up on him by driving the club end of the shillelagh right through the mask and between the unfortunate soul's eyes. "Don't you know that it's rude to sneak up from behind? Tsk. Such ill manners. Valid combat strategy, though, if underhanded." He continues soliloquizing as he fights, apparently being a motor mouth once his interest is triggered. "You no doubt have heard of the Wild Hunt. The sluagh are no different. It is basically the same thing across cultures. The Americans call us Ghost Riders - even if we do not always ride. The Germans call us Wild Army. The Japanese say Night Parade. In all honesty, I can identify with many of these. I'm no solitary faerie. I'd much prefer the company of others." He continues about clobbering holllows as they rush in looking for a fight. "It is a pity that we do not gain more power from just any old souls consumed. I'll get there eventually." Seeing another menos ready to grab a hold of Eli, he decides that he would prefer the kid to stay alive, having already decided that he is a member of his tribe. He brings his shillelagh down on the menos' head with full force. "Hey, ugly! Fight me! That soul belongs to me!" His expression is no longer one of glee and mirth, but fiery rage. Nobody reduces the numbers of his company without his permission. This is not done out of any sense of love or friendship, but a sense of preservation of his company.
With a slick tongue darting out of a slender creatures' mouth it had begun its destinationless journey days ago. Merely avoiding death by the hour by managing to remain undetected due to her small and frail size. Yet her vibrant color making herself known to others unlike others of her kind that blended in with their surroundings. Perhaps her color was more of a warning to others that she was highly poisonous compared to others of her kind. A kind thing to let others know of her lest she sink her fangs into their flesh and find purchase in them. Earning her venom and hopefully dropping them to their knees long enough for her to escape the area and continue to survive the harsh environments of this new world. Flicking her tongue out again and tasting the air around her she began to move across the area Without knowing where she was really the snake like creature would end up within the dojo of the hollows. With only uncertainty guiding her she continued to venture forth not knowing what this life had in store for her. Other than to eat and possibly kill t hose that were equals to her and consume them. To instinctually become stronger with each death and experience to slowly conquer everything before her. This was the only instinct that came to mind for her at this time. Such a cursed existence for something so small and vibrant within the harsh deserts of Heueco Mundo.
It would seem that he may have struck a nerve with the two Hollows before him. Since even with the older one's constant communication, they both leaped at the opportunity to begin murdering others of their own kind. Such actions brought on an immediate flash of memory from when this body had first undergone its revival, and the deaths of the Blanks that had crossed his path at that point in time. Ye chuckled to himself while his pale gaze observes the murderous intent of the two Hollows that were just before him. Perhaps it would make things more fun for them all, with the current situation. They were failing at one specific purpose though, he aimed for total location based destruction. Not the simplicity of murderering helpless weak minded thrall. Ye casually adverts his attention from the two murderers and allows his gaze to fall upon the snake like Hollow that had just slithered its way into the area as well. "Small thing. Spread destruction like the others, feast at your hearts content. Allow this Prince to oversee your well being until you can keep it secure yourself.." Ye says as he gestures to himself upon the statement of Prince, before making the motion of offering the area to the snake like Hollow. He did not care for such things, but having one more set of hands would make his act of destruction that much easier in the long run.
Ye slowly rose to his feet, the crushed and mutilated Hollow Corpse he had used as a throne simply dropping into a mess upon the ground as he took a couple light steps forwards and rose a single hand towards one of the conjoining walls at the center of this dojo establishment. The Phyrexian Symbol forming just above his palm before the Reiatsu in the area would almost feel like it was bring drawn towards him. Seconds later, black tendrils formed from his arm themselves and launched forwards towards the wall with sheer force behind them. The tendrils crashing into and then through the wall with ease, before Ye slowly began to draw his arm backwards towards himself and the wall would begin to Crack and fall away before shattering completely. Ye grins wickedly as he slowly begins to walk to the side and admiring the beginning of his handiwork. With the removal of the wall, the first few supports that held up the majority of this dojo would be gone, resulting in the looming threat of collapse that could leave this place uninhabitable by those looking to train themselves. The black oily tendrils would return slowly back into the makings of his coat as he lowered his hand back to his side and slowly cast his glowing gaze around the room once more. "The sooner this place goes under, the sooner we can continue to the next. Until all of Hueco Mundo has fallen thanks to Northweald's King's Orders. During this, all life within my sight, is mine for the culling." Ye says as that toothy grin of malice expands upon his features once again.
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Eli glances back at Logan once as the man continues talking. 'Does he ever shut up?' Eli thinks as he uses Bala to blast a hole in another wall to get at another victim. Only for their to be no one in that area. So the youngster proceeds to continue to destroy the room as best as he can. Then more out of play then anything decides to try to use the melee skills that he was trying to learn to cause destruction to the dojo. Eventually he spots a hollow that he must have knocked out and is about to start devouring the creature when he spots the snake and runs over to her for a better look. He was about to attempt to pick her up when he noticed Ye destroy a wall. This seems to remind him what they were doing and he runs off deeper into the dojo. He then grins impishly deciding to use Afterlife : Lanza del Relampago or at least attempt to. But changes his mind not sure if he is actually ready to use that skill yet. Eli finds a bag left unattended and carefully peaks inside. Then grins broadly and pulls out three grenades and pulls the ring then throws one and flees. Following suit with the other two in two other rooms. Laughing the whole way back to the others. Someone else would probably be credited with the grenades but that was alright even if they had been left where a kid like Eli could get a hold of them. Once the noise of the explosion fades away Eli looks back to see what he had done and grins at the craters inside the dojo. He laughs again and pounces on another Hollow to devourer it.
