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The Blank still held its 'head' with its claws as it were in a state of mental confusion. It's split mind was still at war with itself and even though Legion, the original Legion, made an attempt to correct the error in thinking, it did little to actually help. The Blank started to move about slightly as it came closer to the other Blank that had that strange voice. And then, it bumped into it. Instantly, the perfect absorption of memories began to take effect in it's very being and that mental focus of the other Blank was taken in, replicated perfectly.

The first thing that invaded the mental war of the replicated little voices was that single word, 'kill'. It managed to quell the voices all at once as the internal image of lifeless, unmoving forms could be seen by the false hive mind. There were strange sensations that accompanied that image that were foreign to the thing. It could not comprehend what they were but the one thing that was to be gained at least was the calming of the mental war. The Blank seemed to calm down as it moved away from the other Blank. It was slowly gaining a sense of comprehension other than just what it had taken from Legion, though not much, it was still there. And the recognition of it's identity from the other Blank was transposed as well, finally ending the mental frustration. The thing simply stood there then, with little thought to do much else as the other nameless Blank's nature was the dominant one within it's being now as opposed to Legion's borrowed hive mind.

The Blank shivered, quivered perhaps, it registered the action. But the reason behind the movement stopped it cold, it had consolidated the words into a sentence that restored the entirety of its memories, it was slightly ironic that the absorbing Blank had touched it before this. This thought; "Kill Red Dragon 623"

Memory Start

Rubedo coughed up blood as he stared down at the blood strewn concrete, though it wasn't his blood, his senses were overwhelmed, the roaring of the fires that were the only light about on this accursed night, the smell of the burning flesh and clothing that came from the bodies of the dead, the extreme numbness that came from being hit with a Red Dragon Blast at point blank range. He felt completely broken; she had taken him completely by surprise. The girl was supposed to be the weakest of them all, how could she have killed all of the other Red Dragons? Their numbers were at least 100,000, but they all lay dead about him aflame, she was a few feet away he weakly lifted his head to look at her, She was smiling down at him, her smile was... demented even her teeth were bloody now, nearly every part of her was soaked in blood and smoke Her eyes glowed red from the influence of the Red Dragon Energy she was exuding, Rubedo wasn't getting up, he knew that, even if he had the strength the weight of her Aura was far too strong for him to handle. His breathing was ragged; he saw something glint in her hand, a flute? She held it like a blade. A spark? There was a surge of energy and Rubedo suddenly felt an explosion of pain as his arm was severed from his body. He cried out in pain, but he knew why she'd been able to kill them all. She'd formed a blade out of Red Dragon Energy, something considered impossible, Red Dragon energy was by nature a consuming force, to make something solid enough to cut was a task that required extreme power, something far beyond even Rubedo, who had the title of Red Dragon 666 batch 1. The first batch was composed of the most potent RD Mod-souls and 666 was the title given to the strongest in two fields, Red Dragon Suppression and Red Dragon Amplification. This one, Number 623 of batch 74, she had good skills but she was far too weak she escaped the Soul Society by pure chance. He felt the adrenaline of his gigai kick in and the pain faded. This blade which sprouted from mouth of the flute hummed with blood red energy, he could already tell she was using both practices to the maximum and perhaps something beyond that. She moved her arm forward and then with a flick of her wrist his leg was gone from the knee down, he cried again, and she giggled at him. He coughed up more blood "Damn... You..." He breathed out raggedly and then more came pouring out of him as she took his other knee and then she took off a hand. For some reason she was enjoying taking him apart piece by piece she must know that he was well numb by now. She continued to rip him apart and then finally she leaned over him. "Goodbye..." she said and with a flick of her bloodstained wrist and her demonic smiling visage she slashed out his throat and cut his Mod-Soul body in half. His spirit was nearly extinguished by the residual Red Dragon Energy in the attack, it ate just enough though and he lost all his memories and was caught in the Valley of Screams to wander for eternity.

End memory

Rubedo quaked he was lacking something, he looked at his hands. "What the..." The words sounded out from behind the mask and echo from deep inside the blank as it looked over itself "Where am I? What is this? This isn't me god damn it!" He exclaimed angrily he noted the presence of the Legion and other Blank but he ignored them. He didn't care about them, he was so angry at the moment He could kill, kill, kill. Damn that 623... she had killed their entire race, she was going to pay for it. "Damn her..." He said grinding his fist shaking.

The Legion floated over to the glaive, wrenching it free from the rock. "Aquisition of memory has been completed by subject: Red Dragon." They would say turning towards the raging blank. Observations of the subject Red Dragon would be now under top priority, as far the collective was concerned. Such a quick evolution was to be studied in hopes of replicating he results for themselves.

Slowly they drifted back towards the others. They would stop several feet away and stare at the two blanks. The black, featureless, triangular head aimed in there direction. A hand would grip tighter on the pole-arm of the glaive as they slowly contemplated. How could they evolve quicker? What was this other being's memory? Was it now a possible threat?

The Blank that had been branded as Replica moved a little closer to the one that had spoken out in a deep voice that was so different from what it used before. Replica had no sense or knowledge of the evolution of blanks or any sense of personal goals or direction. Even with the borrowed mind of Legion and the pre-Rubedo mind, it still did not grasp it's own way in life and likely would only manage such after absorbing more personalities. Though, that could result in potential madness from the many minds trying to assert dominance in the blank's body.

That was a matter for another time though as it approached the one named Rubedo. "You are in where we were made. What happened to you is not something we can recall having only just encountered you." Replica stated with the monotone, electric sounding voice of Legion.

Rubedo was silent for awhile, he was a blank. He'd never seen a blank before only heard of them in training back in the SS. Being one of the RDs from the First Batch he had been given a plethora of knowledge before all Mod-Souls were set to be terminated for being exactly what they had been designed to be. Luckily the RDs had been handled by a research center on earth since it had lower Reishi than the Soul Society any malfunctioning RDs would run at limited strength. Blanks were shells of the dead that had been stripped of their memories. He knew who killed him though and everything he'd learned from the time before that. He realized that the Red Dragon Blade had done this to him. His red mask shifted looking out into the endless plains beyond the Stonehenge. "How many of us are out there?" he thought to himself. 623 had killed him with that energy blade of hers. It was strange though... "That blade of hers was so strong how did I survive? Must have been incomplete..." he continued thinking to himself. Rubedo looked back at the one who had introduced himself as Legion. "I... wasn't doing anything for you was I?" He asked Legion.

The Legion watched Rubedo, gauging his reaction. A difficult task to accomplish given the circumstances. The subject being a blank, without any facial features, made it almost impossible without watching bodily gestures. "No, we shepherded you. Protected and analyzed you. Both of you. You owe us nothing." The Legion would say, then idly drift away.

Perhaps it was time for the three entities to go down their diffrent paths, whatever they maybe. Perhaps they would meet again, which had high probabilities of occurring. But for now, the Legion needed to quite more power and this was not the place to do it.

Replica stared around itself like a child in a museum. Taking in every detail around itself at once. It then heard Legion speak again and looked over as it explained what it was doing to both it and the newly endowed Rubedo. Though it seemed strange that Legion was now making motions to leave the area, as if to abandon the two other blanks. replica could not fathom the reasoning behind such as the collective mind it stole knew of strength in numbers. Strength to do what exactly? It did not know, yet power was deemed a good thing and potentially useful. The thought process of alliances and power was soon interrupted as Rubedo brushed past and made contact with Replica, triggering the perfect absorption of memories. In but a fraction of a second, all that was Rubedo was scanned, copied, and placed withing the being of Replica. The blank twitched a little bit as it's body vibrated with the pulsing new thoughts and emotions it had taken in. It took a moment as that persona was quickly met with opposition by the copied hive mind collective that was Legion. The two battled within Replica to remain the dominant personality, causing Replica's body to move about, grasping it's own head as if in pain. Though it still knew nothing of pain and could not call it such. It began to wander about the area, bumping into random surfaces as the minds within it battled for supremacy.