After having completed her transformation into a stronger, human like form, Angela started to walk across the vast desert of Hueco Mundo. She would stretch and move her arms about as she did, sighing softly as she adjusted herself to having a humanoid body once again after being in her Adjuchas form for so long. Walking along however, she started to sense several spiritual pressures gathered up together a bit ahead and became rather curious. One was very close to her own power, a few weaker ones, and finally one was much stronger than herself. Normally such things were to be avoided, but any Hollow out on the deserts here had to be either a Vasto Lorde, or Arrancar. This meant they were intelligent beings which was perfect. If all went well, then possible allies could be made here today.
As she approached the small gathering, she arrived from a bit to the side of the backside of the strongest one present as forms became discernible and faces recognizable. She came closer to the strongest one, noting that the two weaker hollows were engaged in battle while the other two simply stood by and watched. A test of strength perhaps? Who knows. She would simply arrive to the party so to speak and look at the fights and then to the woman that held the strongest spiritual presence here. "This seems fun~" She said softly as she glanced to the other. "So is this some kind of training or are we placing bets here?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 6:46 pm
Achana Sonozaki
Vasto-Arrancar
Achana was growing bored with the display and the clear lack if intent to survive, thrive, and kill coming from Kantarou had her pretty much decided on who she would be rewarding. Life had become so droll in that regard. There were those who would conquer and elevate themselves to a higher plane of existence, and then there were the dregs which had all of the audacity and arrogance to even look up at the stars, but with no desire to try and reach for the heavenly bodies of light. There was no room in the Red Queen's world for weakness like this, only strength. She needed more worthy souls who were prepared to fight and rise up to the challenges that lay before them, not complacency.
Then she felt another being approaching, which was not unusual in the realm of Hueco Mundo were displays of power usually drew in curious eyes who might be looking for a meal or easy prey. This was not going to be the case in this instance as this entity felt like herself, an Arrancar. Ronan would likely notice it too. Then the being spoke, and Achana looked over her shoulder to Angela with a slight grin on her lips."Taking bets? No, there's not much to wager. It seems pretty one-sided right now at this point.", the raven haired Vasto-Arrancar spoke as she drew Angela closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulder affectionately, even though they just met. "More importantly, what do they call you, my fine example of an evolved being?", she crooned in the new Arrancar's ear as her Aura of Desire would likely begin to affect those in close proximity of her, as it usually did. It was an intoxicating aroma, but not a smell like flowers, more like a spiritual pheromone which permeated the sins in one's being and drew out the darkest desires inside of them, all in an effort to bend them to the will of the source, and that was Achana. While she had not asked for anything more than a name, even the most unwilling enemy would find themselves struggling to to disobey her request for the information she desired.
Lilith, meanwhile, continued to watch the two Hollow fight it out. The evil white reaper of men did not care for her mistress's associates so long as they did not try to get between Achana and herself. She was her most loyal servant, and nothing, or anyone would change that much. "Looks like Mister Kitty is not going to make the..cut~.", she chuckled wickedly at the spiritual scissors. Her sick, and twisted humor seemed to show as she took delight in the potential murder of a male. If anything, Claudia had likely just made a friend for eternity.
Arrancar Trait [75]: Aura of Desire: Passively those around Achana [30'] with less Spirit Power than her own feel a strong desire to love her, making them more willing to obey her commands. [Current SP: 176]
Fortunately, the strongest one present was not only intelligent, but relatively friendly as far as arrancar go. The fight did indeed seem a bit one sided as the female of the two appeared to be winning. She looked at the pair for a moment but soon enough, her attention was yanked back towards the woman at her right. An arm had wrapped about the woman's waist and Achana would likely notice her body was cool to the touch by default. Being pulled closer though, Angela's cheeks warmed up slightly. She was asked about her name in a rather flirtatious manner and she quickly looked away from the other woman. Her arms folded up under her already somewhat sizable chest as she looked away from the other woman. "They usually don't...but 'Angela' will be fine..." She said, sounding almost annoyed as she almost seemed uninterested in her at all, which would likely seem an odd reaction to the creature of lust touching her waist at the moment.
Angela would sigh slightly as she looked at the other two, wondering if the male was going to be executed or just mildly beaten half to death for his defeat. Hollow were inherently a brutal species, but if it helped weed out the weak of the species and made them stronger as a whole, it was worth it. The hollow weren't quite as strong of a force as they should be. Shinigami were still a pain in the a** and honestly a chance at killing some of their stronger members would be wonderful, but would require a larger group of powerful and organized arrancar. Maybe her and this woman in black and red could work something out. Not that she liked her or anything.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:48 am
Ronan
Those heterochromatic eyes would never the battle between the agile feline and lithe female Hollows playing out in the desert sands. The never ending night sky stretched overhead, and the lack of trees, or life in general, allows the constant flow of moon and star light to wash over everyone there. It did not take long for Claudia to take the upper hand with those demon arms of her, though it was something the large male had called before. A smirk crossed Ronan's face, though it would soon fade as more Hollow seem to file into the sands, perhaps attracted to the battle going on. One even felt like his and Achana's, another Vasto Lorde level Arrancar had seeming joined the group, while speaking of taking bets on the fight. The Black Beast himself was amused at the thought, but he knew the outcome before he even thought of betting. Still as more Hollow came near, and the reminder of the recent retreat of that wuss human, made his blood boil. He was a Hollow and at his core desired a strong opponents to fight, kill, and eat them for more power. Even now he would love nothing more than to leave this newcomer getting all loving all over Achana. He remained stoic though, only flexing the fingers on his right hand as he fought back the urge to fight. He knew launching an attack against one of the two fighting would be a mockery, and Achana would likely fly into a fit of rage if he attacked her new 'toy'.
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Achana lofted a brow at Angela's arrogance and prideful response. Clearly she had not yet been educated on who was in charge around here, but for the sake of her gender and that she was just delightful to look at, she was spared reprisal. Those who did not submit and obey the authority that the red queen had, by right of her power, were usually destroyed and added to her own strength as an example to any other interlopers who felt they could not show the great harlot of the Hueco Mundo sands the proper tribute she was due. "Angela...Beautiful name, but something tells me you are capable of more than just..", she takes in a breath through her nose, as if taking in her scent, before finishing her statement, "..arousing my interest, dear." She said with implying a little playful innuendo. It was her specialty being the depraved entity she was. The religious texts foretold her appearance as the end of the world.
Babylon the Great, that is the entity that stood before those there at the little duel to the death between Claudia and Kantarou. Achana was the 'city' lined in gold and draped in red. Many scholars and theologians mistook those for literal terms, but everything the ancient Magi, Saint John, had recorded about her arrival to existence was metaphorical and highly spiritual. A city could imply a mass congregation, or a following. Clothed in red had little to do with her actual choice of attire and more to do with the idea that her streets would be bathed in blood, and the tailor had recently finished the trim on her outfit with the mass slaughter and destruction in the Rukongai. Danger, and be aware, as she had also tempted the 'Kings of Men' as Aizawa had so foolishly arranged a ceasefire between the Arrancar and the Quincy given they avoid Earth. There was no level of evil present that could surmount to the vile temptress who stood on the edge of leading the rank and file of Hueco Mundo to a new advent of power. The Apocalypse to the Humans would be the birth and rise of the Hollow.
Lilith seemed to grumble as she waited for the killing blow to land, hoping for sure that there would be a gruesome display and a horrid death scream as a life was extinguished. The little white-haired Fraccion was a bit of a psychopathic entity. Torturing and killing men was her favorite activity, and worshiping her mistress was a deepest pleasure. She was most loyal to the cause of bringing forth the doom of the world, but more importantly was building up a strong leadership core for her mistress to rely on in the times to come. "Mistress, maybe Angela can be of use? That male can be too, but don't expect me to work with him.", she said in a quiet tone, almost on baited breath as she watched Claudia, finding her strength to be of value as well.
As things failed to progress between the two combatants beyond the younger looking girl taking a position of advantage and potential execution, things progressed slightly more between herself and the other two relevant hollows present. Sort of. The white haired male with all the red and s**t ton o belts didn't really seem to say a damned thing yet. He was apparently more focused on the fight, waiting on that killing blow to be made as Angela could sense his desire to fight. He wasn't really doing much to hide that killing intent of his but he did restrain it as the only visible action he took was the motion of flexing his fingers, as if wishing to grip something and crush it into dust. He was quite obviously a very violent minded individual and based on this impression alone it was likely safe to assume he was a relatively 'standard' type of hollow. Fighting to kill and grow stronger was probably his favorite past time, and Angela couldn't really blame that sort of desire at all. It was something they all possessed to at least some degree, herself included.
However, she was unsure to just how much self control he held in more sensitive situations. She could only figure that he was 'behaving' due to the presence of the stronger and very attractive arrancar just at her own right hand side now. Intervening in on this battle would likely upset her and upsetting your superiors was an easy way to get your a** beat, maimed, or killed in the hollow world. Granted she herself had likely upset the woman attempted to hit on her, but she seemed to be spared thus far and not accepting advances was generally a lesser crime than ******** with someone's toys or pets in most cases so Angela was likely fine for now at least. Speaking of that woman, she was commenting on how 'beautiful Angela's name sounded before she started taking a sniff and attempting to flirt with her even more.
Her cheeks flushing only slightly more than before, Angela's likely adorable pout was quickly formed as she still avoided looking directly at her 'suitor' with her arms folded up under that large bosom. "Well I'm pretty good at killing things if you ever need that done I guess..." She said as she kept her eyes on the scissors kid, wondering if she planned to kill him or just prove her superiority over the other hollow. The response wasn't so much as a rejection to the 'invitation' as it was a legitimate answer. Angela herself hadn't really done much else than kill things for as long as she can remember honestly. Humans, other hollow, interfering Shinigami, and a few surprise Quincy every now and again. It was rare for any meeting with another being, living or not, to not end in a battle or bloodshed. Now that she had finally evolved properly into an arrancar, this would likely change, but Angela herself sure as hell wouldn't be very good at the whole 'being sociable' thing. Mostly due to the fact that she hasn't had to really do that sort of thing for who ******** knows how long, but she wasn't a moron at least. Though she certainly couldn't even say for sure how much more she could even control her more violent tendencies than the dude in red could at this point.
She sighed softly for a moment, her breath visible due to how cold it was compared to the surrounding air as she seemed to zone out for a moment before she heard the other girl mention her name, referring to the one with her arm about her waist as 'mistress'. Seemed she would have to actually ask for a proper name herself. Though it appeared that this little sidekick didn't terribly seem to care for the male, but as there were two present and she didn't specify, Angela could only guess. Based upon the general power levels she could determine here, it was likely the guy wearing a bunch of red that she was referring to since his power level seemed the most like her own. She did agree though that she probably wouldn't want to work with him either for anything. Then again Angela generally didn't want to work with anyone on anything. She'd been all alone for so long that solitude was all she knew and what she was most comfortable with. "So you're trying to get more hollow to work together I take it...?" She asked after a moment or two, trying to steer away from that whole 'flirting' thing the 'mistress' chick wanted to do. "Are there many more of you yet? And can I get some names? I don't like the 'pronoun game'..." She sounded almost uninterested but that was likely just her resting b***h face and normal tone of voice. Not like she had a real face or 'regular' voice in ages anyways so it was unlikely she'd be trying to change those traits any time soon.
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Achana released Angela and chuckled as she motioned to herself with a flourish of her gauntlet clad hand. "Achana Sonozaki, Arrancar Numeros Sesenta y Nueve.", she said in introduction as she then motioned to Lilith. "Lilith, my loyal Fraccion. Yes, I'm not an Espada, but who cares? I have the power to take command of Las Noches if I desired. Grimmjow and the whore remain there for now because I allow it." The red queen was pretty clear on her stance concerning the current heads of Hueco Mundo. "That one in the red coat is well...he can introduce himself. As for the other two duking it out...One of them can introduce themselves.", she said with a wicked grin before looking to Angela. Her single red glow of an eye behind her mask fragment seemed to grow brighter in intensity as she was appraised.
"Important work must begin now as the Jokaisho Pillar in the Rukongai will be ours. We need to control all three, but I will settle for two of three if incompetence becomes a factor. So... I've softened up the Rukongai's defenses, and Earth has been put on notice. Do we have any volunteers to take one or the other?", Achana inquired with a soft grin that just seemed to imply that if nobody volunteered to undertake the mission, then nobody would be walking away from here alive. She had no use for spineless fools who could not further the Hollow agenda to grow and devour. Cowards had but one purpose, to become food for the strong and the brave. The more interesting aspect of the conversation was yet to begin as the answer she would receive left her in anticipation. Would she be killing anyone today, or would they go forth and spread the destruction and control over the worlds that she desired for the race? Inquiring minds were left to wonder.
Lilith, on the other hand, spoiled the fun as she looked over to the two and made blunt the intentions. "Mistress intends to kill either of you should you refuse. So...If you want my input, I vote the male takes on the Rukongai, and the female can take on Karakura's little problem.", The white haired Arrancar counter-part to Achana said simply before rocking back and forth on her heels, awaiting the conclusion of the fight at hand.
Being let go was a huge relief to the somewhat socially awkward woman as she let out a very quiet sigh of relief. She wan't really good with the whole physical contact thing if it wan't a fight for life and death, but such was the life of most Hollow. That aside, a rather arrogant introduction was finally given over to her by the strongest one present. She clearly enjoyed tooting her own horn and stroking her own ego but that was also just another stereotypical trait of Hollow kind. Couldn't really be helped truth be told. Her little sidekick was also named, however nobody else present was. She was told to ask big tall and grumpy herself basically and was informed that the remaining hollow of the two currently fighting could introduce themselves afterwards, implying that Achana expected one to die after this. Odd were likely that the male was the one about to die so the little girl's name is what she was most likely to be given after they finished up.
Though time for those formalities could wait as Achana began to talk about what it was she was planning right now. She started to talk about the Jokaisho Pillars that had appeared across the realms as of late. They were indeed important of course and their existence is what had helped Angela finally gain a humanoid body again, though their value likely went beyond mere Arrancar evolutions when they were in such massive quantities. From the sounds of it though, there were only 3 total and one was on Earth and the other...Soul Society itself. This was what had Angela thinking a bit more deeply about the situation as Achana stated that she wanted someone to go to each of those locations and 'take control' of the pillars in her name. Considering the damned things couldn't really be 'moved' and standing by them all day to guard one seemed stupid, Angela wasn't even really sure how the ******** she intended to do that exactly. At least the one in Hueco Mundo was relatively safe under the desert and more or less considered the personal property of Hollow kind since Shinigami and Earthly beings had no natural means to even enter Hueco Mundo. That made keeping their own Pillar safe from meddling.
Lillith however had changed Achana's request for volunteers and started naming destinations and deciding on the 'volunteers' for herself. She seemed to enjoy taking charge around here like that considering she was apparently the one that Achana liked most here by default. Angela herself had been offered up the world of the living while the tall angry dude was offered to go into Soul Society, apparently by himself. "Ok so what exactly are you asking me to do then? Go to Earth and what? Kill anyone who approaches the damned thing? I'm fine and all with that but I'm not just gonna stand there forever. These things can't exactly be moved either really so unless you got someone to watch over these things every day..." She spoke directly to Achana, essentially poking a few holes in her desired plan by asking these relatively logical questions. She then glanced to the guy in red, who was assigned Rukongai's pillar by Lillith. "Also Rukongai...that's in Soul Society right? That means the Shinigami are probably all over the damn thing already by now and they can easily get reinforcements there on demand. Wouldn't trying to take that one just be a losing battle...?" With no clear definition of what 'controlling the Jokaisho Pillars' even meant, let alone how such would be maintained, it seemed that Angela had a fairly reasonable point made about the requested attack on the pillar in Soul Society at least.
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In the boundless span of desert sand, night remained stagnant. The quartz remained dark, and the dead struggled to survive. Nothing changed, and yet, this night something had indeed changed. Or perhaps it hadn't. Perhaps the lunar sandbox had always been radiant with this power, this forgotten dead energy. Perhaps instead, it was the dragon-like beast, whom thought himself the same among these Hollow, who had changed. The memories that had rekindled his progression ran through his head once more, and as joyous as they seemed, they troubled him more as they played. He could feel the power in each memory, but the influence and scene did not match his own. The beast shifted weight forward, moving for the first time in minutes since he had re-learned his abilities to feed and roam. As his left mount lifted, the new-formed glass crunched beneath his right, sinking shards of window into the milky grains below. His eyes gleamed with raw curiosity, until something 'new' crossed his senses. More food.He lurched forward, thundering in the opposite direction of the accumulation of Hollow behind him.
As he rounded the crest of a dune, he saw a white length sink into the sands. Sand Crawler!He thought. The dragon-like Hollow pounced forward, his massive body smashing into the sandy hill. The crater engulfed Marquel's body, sinking the 16 foot Hollow into the grainy sheet. A bulge tunneled to his left, circling smoothly around until it snaked an angle towards him. Marquel pushed on the sand beneath him, but this only sank him deeper. He roared, not through fear, but rage, pushing again and again. The tunneling critter had stopped its approach, but Marquel knew as a hunter himself, it was digging down! The creature was going to try and come up from below and swallow him whole! Marquel began to thrash wildly, his neck sliding side to side while his rear mounts pushed, and his front pulled up. The motion from his actions formed a trench in the sand, his neck making a semi-circle around him. He lifted his body free from the grain, sending heavy powder to the sky.
He felt the sudden push, as something big emerged from beneath him, then realized that the Hollow was not as small as he had believed. The giant python arched downward for another tunnel, but it was too late. While Marquel had been thrown for the creature's size, he was still on the Hunt, and this was quite the score.
As the Python's head hit the sand, Marquel stomped down on the body and tail of the snake, momentarily pinning it to the desert floor. Obvious flailing from subsurface sent waves of sand in all directions, coating Marquel in silver specs. Marquel closed his grip on the body, sinking his talon-like claws into the serpent's body. Blood spattered to the sides, painting the blank canvas in a glistening crimson. The snake jerked downward, it's head still sub-level, trying to dive away from the Dragon-like predator. Marquel could hear roars muffled by displacing sand, and realized that the Hollow in his grip was not willing to accept the inevitable.
Echoing with a roar of his own, Marquel tugged on the cord in his grip, sinking his jagged teeth into the body once his hands touched his torso. Salty, and bitter flavor filled his jaws as Marquel's teeth sank through scaled flesh and muscle. Marquel leaned back, pulling the Python free from the sand, but exposing his own rear mount to the flailing head. The Python sank fangs into black flesh, and a stream of red flowed immediately along its neck.
Marquel growled a low roar, tightening his jaws until he heard the spine snap in three. With the triumphant crunching Marquel felt the Snake's jaws loosen and the body begin to spasm. He released the limp tube and gripped its skull, lifting purple-dazed eyes to meet his orange. He stared into the dying Hollow a moment, and then viciously snatched a chunk from its head, taking the face of the Snake's mask. White energy swirled around him, and Marquel slung the serpent around his head, circling his position with crimson spray. No one would mistake this Hollow's demise, through sight, and smell.
Pleased with the almost solid circle around him, Marquel fluently slammed the body down into the dusty ground. The corpse stretched a full 26 ft, ten feet further than himself if he were to lie next to it. And now it's power would be his....But the hunger remained. Not a physical need for sustenance, but the pure desire to consume and become. **
As the dust cleared from around him, Marquel felt a vengeful fire dwell in him. He had seen, fought, and consumed Hollow of all forms, sizes even, and yet his hunger remained. After all the time he had scavenged the milky desert, traveled to the furthest reaches, he had nothing but the time under his belt. Time in a dead world was comparing piss in an ocean. The epiphany fueled frustration giving weigh to fury. Had he fought for this body for not? Had this been the peak of the path he'd chosen? He often watched the metamorphoses from a lost soul to Hollow. How a Hollow, after being devoured by their inherited rage, could ascend to Gillian. From the varying Gillian race, any can rise. Feasting until one is many, an Adjuchas, like himself.
How! After consuming so much, a hollow can lose themselves in the many, but he hadn't. He had wandered exceptionally far from the gathering, but the memory of power still lingered heavily. Marquel sat in the cool sand, staring into the darker depths of Hueco Mundo. He instinctively hesitated, crossing the unformed line between the porcelain sands in Muchos, and the white sands of death in Grande. He heard a roar, but saw no enemy. He could smell the death but witnessed no bloodshed. This place, should he cross, could become his grave. Marquel paced to his left, and rolled back to his right, being sure to tread as close to the line as possible for such a large creature.
Over the course of the ten minute debate, Marquel had engaged with two other Hollow, one of which had got away. He retraced the same line he had walked, his body shaking in rage. It wasn't that the pair had snuck up on him. It wasn't the lack in bloodshed. It wasn't even the bitterness of his own spiteful mind, that caused the rage. No what caused this aggression was his insatiable drive for power. He knew of so much, and yet recalled so little. He knew he could obliterate the masses. He knew he could devour any battlefield. He did not know why his mind drew blanks as he tried to believe in the power he knew of. An image of less than an hour prior floated to memory's surface. 4 beings, all Hollow, 3 Humanoid, one feline much smaller than himself. As Hollow in general they each possessed the power of death. The two in read, and the woman being the catalyst to his memory spikes. Their power was that to rival the Nobles. Vastro Lorde. It was a rank sought for in death and rumored to be the key into life untapped...Power opens doors to opportunity after all. Marquel cast another passive look into the dark depths beyond. He heard several calls of Hollow from within.
Scurrying to his left, dragged his attention toward it. Someone or thing was running from Mucho into Grande, whether they were oblivious to the tyrannic behemoth, or indifferent to his presence he couldn't make the call. He did notice that this individual was very accustomed to running these lines. The runner was biped, and rather quick, gliding across the white sheet more graceful than a swan through water. 30 paces in, the being haulted, and changed direction. They continued deeper into the darker realm of Hueco Mundo, leaving the dragon-like Hollow sitting in the dust. one mount mid-step forward. The hesitation had now lasted ten seconds, too long. He cursed himself for clinging to the unsatisfactory afterlife he now lived, and lowered his mount. Eyes still fixed on the empty horizon where the figure had ran, Marquel spat forward. He felt revitalized from the soul snack his memory had granted him, relearning Gonzui. He now remembered why he had relearned it. While he believed, at the time, it was to fix his hunger, he felt now it was for this. He spat again, this time rewarded with a blue sphere rocketing into the distance. A second, and third, all headed above the horizon edge. Bala. Marquel waited another ten seconds, letting the silence of the desert fill him. As he prepared to leave, a glare caught his vibrant-orange-eyes. A twinkling star had gone from white to red. No that's not right. The twinkle intensified, and Marquel could see the sands sepparating before it. This was coming to him! He jumped left as a train of red shot passed. As he landed he ran forward, following the glass trail from the beam of energy. Such strength! Such power... It was within his grasp!
The red beam faded, and Marquel was mid-gallop, his mind was made, and his hesitation seemed to be left as he picked up speed into the spanning white sands of Grande.
OOC Mod Note: - It has been 13 days, as of this post, since Claudia posted her attack, and no response has been made by Kantarou. It is ruled that the attack is an automatic hit, and that Kantarou is dead as a result due to stats not being utilized by him to track HP and SE. -
Achana grew bored with the situation at hand as it seemed that the fight had been concluded and there was no more entertainment to be had from anyone else there. This was usually a bad thing, as when people bored her, they usually died. This time, there was mercy, as she simply turned to Lilith and motioned her to come along before tapping the air and tearing open a Gargantua. "Remember...Get moving on the Pillars, because if I come back and you're all still here, you're all going to die by my hand. That is both a threat and a promise.", she said with all of the grim warning that this was a serious matter to her and the slackers would not be tolerated. They would, instead, be eliminated.
With that said and the law, as Achana had spoken it, laid down. The red queen approached her tear in reality and moved forward. It was time to spread more chaos and destruction. People needed to suffer and realize her value, and the world needed to tremble under her might as one of the future rulers of the great, empty realm of Hueco Mundo. The time for peace was shattered by the Jokaisho Pillars, and she was going to dig her nails into the cracks and tear open a horrid wound. The Rukongai could be seen through the Gargantua as her and Lilith slipped through.
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Claudia watched as her assault of scissors pierced into the little kitty cat that she was fighting. The corpse of the cat would wisp away in smoke. A deep sigh would leave the little girl's lips. "Aw, over so soon?" she would say in a pouting like tone. The day had been filled with anti-climatic disappointments. She barely had a chance to enjoy herself, but alas it was something. The little girl would turn back to her audience. It would seem the one with the empress like aura had left, but not before giving a command. It was clear that her opponent had underestimated her for her appearance, and he paid for it with his life. The little girl's demon arms wrapped around her. The phalanges of the arms interlocking within one another, preventing view and entry. After a few moments, they would release. The young girl seeming to be more powerful than before. "I suppose there is no time to dally." she would say before walking over to Sir Wigglesworth. She would then pick up the bear, and clutch the stuffed animal to her chest. "I'm going to go to the pillar within the forest. Join me if you want to, or don't. I care not which." she would say in an indifferent tone. The words were directed to Ronan. However if the other woman listened, she could care less. It was then that two of her arms would lift her up, and carry her down to the forest below.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 4:59 am
Ronan
Soon enough the fight between the small feminine and feline Hollows would be over, as the cat, who seemed to talk a big game, just could not react to the endless blades being summoned down upon him. His body looking close to a toy he had once seen Claudia 'play' with. It seemed that all the banter was for not, as the fight ended as quickly as it started, Ronan was glad that he had let 'his' little girl deal with the beast than waste his time with yet another disappointment. "Such a shame...I figured with all that talk there would be more fight. You showed much skill, Claudia. Sorry it was such a disappointing outcome." His crimson red eye looking over his shoulder to Angela with unending killing intent, "Some Hollow are just too weak to back their own trash talk." Yea, it was the most he had spoke since Achana had been there, but he had nothing to speak about with the fellow Numeros. A spike of spiritual pressure and the sounds of cracking drew his attention once more to the small girl in a red dress. Her mask had shattered! This was normally a terrible thing that could lead to the lose of all of a Hollow's power and recycle them through the soul stream, but on some occasions it came with a massive power boost, this seemed to be the case. A smirk crossing the male's face as he bows to the little lady politely, as she allows her demonic arms carry her lithe form across the desert sands towards the hole left in the ground where the large stone pillar crashed through, "Of course. Sounds like fun...afterwards we should totally drop by Earth and take those training wheels off." The massive male looks back to the Arrancar that was once cuddled up with Achana, "Now that someone isn't here..." The statement trails off as he waves the woman off with a sigh, "I will just pass on this one. Adelaide! Deal with this one for me!" As if called like an eager dog, a silver haired woman would leap across the endless sands, just where had she been this whole time. As if to add insult on the rejected woman, this one had an appearance very similar to Ronan. Her silver hair was long, and her crimson red eye covered by an eye patch. "Master said we get to play. It has been awhile since I had been with another woman. Be gentle~" Her tone was teasing and her motions adding to the playfulness of them as she placed the tip of her index finger to her unpainted lips. Now that Adelaide was here to deal with his lose ends, the male Hollow began to walk after Claudia to the hole leading into Menos Forest. "Winner can see me on Earth or in the Menos Forest." With that he leaps down into the void, using the solid onyx 'trees' to surf down to the floor.
As her master vanished into the abyss leading into Menos Forest, Adelaide shifted her wrapped feet into the sand below her. Dress very different from the man, outside the color scheme. Her toes were left bare as the rest of her feet, and lower legs were wrapped in black, leather straps. This left the rest of her long legs bare til getting to that skin tight, black leotard hugging her slender form and curves, starting at her thighs and covering up most of her torso and chest before wrapping around her neck. Her back, shoulders, and arms would be left completely exposed by this leotard, but she was decently covered. Not that is mattered as a large, red tunic hung over her leotard blocking most of it from sight, save on the sides where there were slits on either side. Her right armed was wrapped up tightly in more black, leather straps, and each of her hands where covered by black, fingerless gloves. Her agile appearing body while shift a bit more as her exposed green eye carefully gazes over the fellow Arrancar, this one she could feel was similar to her master as she was a Vasto Lorde in power. Her soft tongue lolling past her lips in order to seductively moisten them for Angela to see. It was a show, one that the former Gillian seemed to enjoy playing out more than she let one. "So darling? Start with the small talk, a dance, or straight to swapping bodily fluids?" That is when a smirk crossed her lips, that very same smirk that crossed Ronan's lips right before massacring an opponent. In a flash the woman kicked from the sand, sending a small cloud up from the ground in her place. Suddenly six, crimson blades materialize behind her forming what seems like three sets of small wings that oddly seemed to increase just how fast she was moving, or perhaps she was actually hiding her power. The silver haired Fraccion leaping into the air before extending her right hand out towards Angela, sending out the blades towards her.
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Chisato roamed Hueco Mundo since the day she awoke there with only her name, Chisato Mikami-Hi. She was starting to think this was her home now, not that she remembered any other place as home nor did she care. She did, however, have a vague recollection that she was once very powerful. She longed for that power once again. So, she traveled her new found “home,” learning where she could go and not go. There were some places she wasn’t quite powerful enough to enter at her current state, or maybe she was, but the hollows in those areas looked different from her. She needed to start at the lowest of the low if she was to regain her power she felt so strongly she had once. She slowly crawled into Los Muchos, sensing powerful beings in the area. She was curious about them, but she didn’t want unwanted attention set upon herself. She glanced over to the fighting being done as she made her way further into Los Muchos. One hollow was dead (or appeared dead, Chisa couldn’t tell nor did she really care at this point) and lying in the sands while two others seemed to be in the middle of a very serious fight. So serious, they didn’t seem to notice Chisa walking by. It wasn’t something she wanted to be a part of at all as she made her way far from the battlefield. She had her own business to attend to that had nothing to do with their very serious battle.
As she crawled further into Muchos, away from the battle, she noticed other hollows in the area. They were much weaker then she was, but looks could be deceiving. Her tail swayed behind her in a slow motion, one of the three tips stirring up the sand and glided over. Thankfully for her, no one noticed this slight disturbance and she watched from her spot on the hill. The hollows seemed to be fighting amongst each other, like the ones she has witnessed earlier. She wondered if this was going to be a common thing for now on. Hollows fighting each other to move up in the pecking order. Chisa figured she could move up this chain if she wanted to, but to fight such lowly hollows would be a waste of her time. She stood up to leave when several hollows appeared before her. Apparently, her hiding spot wasn’t so hidden anymore. She was no small hollow, standing at almost six feet tall on two legs if she were to stand and not crawl like a wild animal, and these guys seemed to tower over her on two legs, much like two large trees. To weaker hollows, these two would be intimidating. Chisa wasn’t intimidated, not at all. No, she was angrier that these two decided to disturb her more than anything. Maybe she would teach these two a lesson. One that would cost them their lives.
The hollows didn’t say anything. Probably too dumb or too weak to learn speech, but the two seem to have a silent way of communicating as each one raised their arms up into the air, creating a “U” shape between them both and palms out as if they were going swat a fly. Swat Chisa flat on the sandy ground. Chisa just cocked her head to the side. Were these hollows really going to attack her? The thought seemed absurd as she flicked her tail, the three tips converging into one, and nailing the first hollow in its forehead, splitting its mask in half. The first Hollow cried out in pain as its buddy stumbled backwards, completely shocked that Chisa moved as quickly as she did. They had underestimated her a great deal and were going to pay the price whether they wanted to or not. She quickly tired of the screaming and finished the hollow off. The second hollow had turned to run, but Chisa caught it with a Bala to the back of its head from her tail, sending him down into the sand face first. No one was going to threaten or intimidate her and get away with it. With another flick of her tail, she quickly dispatched of the second hollow like she did with the first.
‘Learn something new every day…’ she thought to herself. She didn’t know she could shoot energy blasts form her tail. She thought about other things she could do with that tail of hers. Things that would be more terrifying then shooting Bala blasts.
She looked over to the group of hollows, realizing there was something small huddled in the middle of the pack that they were fighting over. Something that smelled delicious. Chisa was intrigue by this scent and decided to investigate. Maybe they cornered a mouse and the lucky winner got to eat it for supper. The others noticed her almost right away as she got closer to the fray. They were quite protective of their little play thing, but as soon as Chisa revealed her power, the weaker hollows scattered, revealing a single human female. The girl was wearing a high school uniform. ‘A child… how unfortunate.’ The human had her arms over her face, as is she were expecting the horde of hollows Chisa had chased away to jump her and tear her apart at any moment. Chisa waited as the female uncovered her eyes. The fear in the small human’s eyes excited Chisa, made her want to savor everything this little human had to Offer, which wasn’t very much. The smell of fear would have made her mouth water if she had water in her mouth. She grabbed the girl with her clawed hand in a swift movement and dug into the girl’s flesh. Blood ran done the girl’s stomach and legs, making a puddle in the sand. The touch also burned the human everywhere Chisa touched her inside and out, causing her to scream out in pain. The girl had tears in her eyes as she struggled to get free as Chisa drew her closer. The movement only made Chisa’s claws dig deeper.
“N-No, please! Don’t kill me!” the girl cried out just before Chisa slowly devoured the girl. Chisa wasn’t one to take pity. Why should she? No one took pity on her. She was a hollow for a reason, not that she really cared. She didn’t care what she was before this. Not who she was or who knew her. She wouldn’t know who they were if she ever saw them again. That was the benefit of having no memories except your name. She considered changing it. What being would be afraid of something called “Chisato” anyway? It was too much of a goody-goody name. It was her name though. She would make people terrified of her name.
She looked at her hand she held the human with. Her touch seemed to burn the girl, like acid melting away the flesh from the everywhere Chisa touched her. That would be handy for feeding in this form and maybe she could perfect it to help her after she found the power she wanted. She had seen Hollows in different parts of Hueco Mundo that had more “humanoid” forms that were a lot more powerful. That’s what she wanted. That was what Chisa was going to get.
Maybe dispatching lowly hollows wasn’t such a waste of her time after all. She could show her dominance over her race, maybe get some respect. Even if it was because she caused fear to get it. She could watch the rest of the battle she walked away from. Maybe someone there could show her the way to become more powerful. Not that it’s a common thing for hollows to help other hollows, but it was possible. She had heard stories of Hollows even falling in love. Hollows didn’t need love. It was a weak emotion to her. What purpose could a hollow have for loving someone else? None. She stretched her long body much like a cat after a meal and began to make her way back towards the battle she had past earlier. Surely by now it was over. She would try to make an ally, depending on who had won. She wasn’t going to ally with someone weak and possibly dying or dead. What would be the point in that? She needed a strong ally. Someone who would help her if she needed it and didn’t plan in needing it. She hoped they wouldn’t need her either. Maybe she should reconsider looking for an ally. They seemed more trouble then they’re worth. She would simply have to decide on who ever was still standing when she got there. They would make a good, strong ally for her. Not only that, but she would have someone to rival with. The more she toyed with the idea, the more she decided to go along with it.
As she walked, she noticed hollows disappearing though what appeared to be worm holes. Was that what she had heard was called Negacion? Or was it a Garganta? That would be a nice trick for Chisa to learn at a much later time. Chisa was in a hurry. Either way, the portals weren’t her concern. The victor of the fight was her concern, however.
She made her way back to the battlefield. The fight was still going on, lucky for her. She kept her distance as she watched. One of these females was going to die and the victor would be her new ally. Even if she didn’t get an ally today, she would surely find one. Or she would just have to be alone. She could live with that as well. She stood there, waiting patiently for the killing blow. Or for someone to undoubtedly back down from the other.
“This fight will soon be over,” Chisa said to herself. ‘Over indeed. Too bad for the loser.’
After having completed her transformation into a stronger, human like form,
