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Gillian: Post 2: Pa Rot's power

Gaffer was knocking aside hordes of hollows left and right with his mighty fists. Some hollows could not dare to approach him. Even when so many teamed up on him, they were no match for his might. He was truly a monster among monsters.

"What's all this yer cheeky gits?" Gaffer asked as he smacked aside more hollows "I'm not the head soul cuz I sat on my arse all day!"

"Gaffer. That's him" Pa Rot commented from afar.

"So that's him. He's pretty big. Perfect. Just makes him a bigger target" the serpent replied. Pa Rot had already learned that her name was Steeltip.

"Can't wait... for more death..." a raspy voice cut in from behind them. Pa Rot spun round and sank a fist into a hollow composed entirely from slime save for his face mask.

"I think we have a serious problem here" Pa Rot grunted, attempting to pull out his fist.

"We do not. That's Slimey, he's an ally. I forgot to mention him" Steeltip replied.

"Great" Pa Rot responded, pulling his fist out with much effort "Any others I should know about?"

"I made... allies" Slimey said, gesturing behind himself to several unconscious hollows.

"You mean you knocked them out and brought them here hoping that they'd agree to join us?" Steeltip asked.

"Something like that... yes" he rasped.

"Well there's no telling when they'll awaken!" Steeltip shouted, jumping into the air and firing out several blades from her body, impaling some approaching hollows "We have to protect them until then!"

"Assuming they agree to join us..." Pa Rot sighed, grabbing a hollow by the head and slamming its face into the ground.

"Then if they don't... I can kill some more?" Slimey asked, stretching out his arms to inhuman lengths, twisting his waist several times then unwinding so that his flailing arms took out several surrounding hollows. Pa Rot and Steeltip had to duck the attack.

"Go ahead" Steeltip replied "It's what we're here for, remember?"

'These two are so strong...' Pa Rot thought to himself 'All I have are these wings... how could I stand a chance at becoming the head soul?'

As Pa Rot was thinking, a hollow leaped into the fray and grabbed him by the head. It threw him up into the air then jumped up after him.

"Matanza Viga" it said, clutching together its fingers and with this a green beam shot for Pa Rot, who was still turning in the air. He threw up his arms in a desperate hope to protect himself when he suddenly had a strange feeling, and a flashback to when blue lightning shot through his chest. What was that slight mumbling he had heard? Something like...

"Pa Rot's done for!" Steeltip gasped.

"Such a... shame..." Slimey replied.

Blue lightning erupted from Pa Rot's fingertips, slamming into the beam but doing little to stop it. All it did was slow it down. This was enough to make it avoidable and Pa Rot dived out of the way.

"Ah, hado 4 byakurai. It appears you have some neat powers after all" Steeltip hissed.

"That's the one! Thanks!" Pa Rot grinned, pointing at the hollow attacking him with newfound confidence "Hado number 4, Byakurai!"

A much more powerful stream of lightning shot from his fingertips, heading straight for the hollow who had already begun firing its beam again. The lightning effortlessly cleaved through the beam and tunneled through the hollow's throat, killing it in a single blow. Pa Rot settled to the ground again.

"Kido eh? Not too shabby. How'd you manage it?" Steeltip asked.

"I'm a visual learner" Pa Rot smirked.

The formerly unconscious hollows rose to their feet.

"What's this ehhhh?" one with a thick black mane of hair asked, towering above the others in his group "Why'd you bring us here slimeball?"

"Basically" Steeltip explained "Join us or die".

The maned hollow turned around to see a massive hollow heading their way. He punched the air and a giant bear's arm protruded from that fist's knuckles, its giant paw swatting away the hollow and killing it instantly.

"They're all gonna die anyhow... I guess I'll use you guys to further my intention ehhhhh!" the hollow grinned, attempting to sound sly.

"Hey Steeltip... is that guy an idiot?" Slimey asked.

"Seems so. Anyway, the swarm's letting up. Looks like they're being scared off by something stronger. Watch it" Steeltip warned. Sure enough, Slimey found a hole burnt through his chest without warning thanks to an undetermined force.

"What's.. this!?" he gasped.

Gillian: Post 4: Pa Rot's Impact on the Battlefield

"Oh man this is bad" a scrawny hollow who had been earlier knocked out by Slimey and joined his cause said, looking down at the falling corpse of his teammate freshly killed by the spiked hollow "My teammates are being picked off like flies".

"Like?" a red skinned hollow much larger than him sneered "It's time for flies to leave the field. No 'like' about it".

"No!! Please don't hurt me!!" he squealed, cowering on the ground.

"How have you even lasted...?" his enemy asked, raising a fist into the air.

"NO!!!" he screamed and all of a sudden grew several times larger, knocking his enemy back with a powerful kick. Said enemy then found himself bundled by various hollows.

"No!! I can't get beaten by these maggots!!!" shouted the hollow as blood flew through the air from the pile, whether its was of his own body or his attackers it was uncertain.

Pa Rot flew high up into the air and mimicked the move he saw his own teammate use. A black boulder spilled from the hollow hole in his chest and fell down into the crowd of hollows, gradually shrinking until it hit somebody after which a large explosion took out dozens of hollows. He repeated this several times as Steeltip looked up and watched.

"That's a useful ability you've learned" she said, batting away hollows sneaking up on her from behind by swishing her tail.

A horde of stronger hollows took to the skies, chasing down Pa Rot. Pa Rot stopped his assault on the crowds and flapped his wings in their direction, sending countless Balas whizzing out towards them. They weaved in and out, dodging the attacks effortlessly. Steeltip jumped up into the air to lend a hand. Blades burst from her body, impaling several but missing most of the horde. She coiled her body around one and piledrived him into the ground. She had underestimated him however as he grabbed her and slammed her into the ground in return.

"I'm not going down that easily little snake..." he said, cracking his knuckles.

The formerly scrawny turned big and brawny hollow looked up at the hollows flying towards Pa Rot. He decided to help his teammate and shot several spikes from his forearms up at them. Many were impaled but one remained, skillfully avoiding the spikes and weaving in and out of the Balas until he was right in front of Pa Rot and punched the feathery hollow in the stomach, sending him crashing down to the ground. He hovered down to meet him. Pa Rot opened up his beak as he approached and a cero hit him dead on but it had no effect on the hard grey shell of the hollow.

"Time you learn what happens to troublemakers like you. You draw out the people looking for a real challenge..." the hollow explained as he walked forwards, not a scratch on him. Just then he reflexively threw up his arm as a spiky limb met his, making him skid backwards. It was the very hollow who had killed two of Pa Rot's teammates. Her foe looked down at his arm. His shell had been penetrated and a light cut had been produced on his arm.

"You were doing good taking out all those annoying weaklings who have littered the battlefield" she explained "I won't let bastards like this guy ruin your job".

((I was invited here by Pad!))

Menos: Part 1: The Bucket Be Kicked

Keiji Fukushima, a large man living in the Edogawa Special Ward within the Tokyo Prefecture. Currently he made his living as a "tax" collector for the local crime family. Today was just another one of those days where some idiot had taken a loan from the family and forgot that a loan had to be paid back - but unlike various companies independent or otherwise the Yakuza had a tendency to beat the hell out of people that didn't pay, if they still couldn't pay then there life and family would become the payment.

The idiot in question was some fat a** who had more than likely become addicted to prostitutes, after all why else go for a loan from the Yakuza unless you were doing something that the upper echelons of society would ridicule you for - even though they were the prime players in such underworld activities themselves. At the current time Keiji was catching his little tax-ee who had locked the room of some hotel, now the staff in this hotel didn't matter much after all there employer was Keiji's boss and he was pretty sure the damages done to this room in-particular wouldn't be coming out of his pay.

"Hah, hah - the fat b*****d should'a known better" Spoke a skinny man who stood at Keiji's side. His attire was something akin to the common attire people would wear in say - Florida on a really sunny day. The only problem was that they were inside, it was rather cool outside and it was the middle of the night. Although Keiji wasn't one to talk with his shirt sleeves ripped off and the buttons all un-done. "Break the door down Keiji, let's show him how we play" Said the little man while Keiji ignored - yet obeyed the man quite easily ripping the door off it's hinges.

With the door out of the picture the skinny man entered the room brandishing a Kendo sword for no other reason than the stereotypical Yakuza-gangster image. Keiji entered in shortly after placing the door against the wall behind him. "Now guys I know what your thinking but I can pay the money, you just have to give me more time!" The fat man squirmed as he backed up to the other side of the room, his breathing was heavy and his face was almost raining buckets of sweat. <********, your times all up fatty the boss wanted the money yesterday - that's why were here now" The skinny man responded - he usually did all the talking while Keiji did all the beating, there were no arguments from Keiji about that, it was quite enjoyable to a point.

"C'mon guys, please just gimme one more chance!" The man continued pleading for his meager existence while he now struggled to open the veranda door, his grubby, sweat covered hands kept sliding off of the oddly shaped handle. Maybe it was divine intervention or the construction committee liked weird looking glass-door handles. Keiji had stopped caring at this point and walked on passed his partner all the while preparing his right arm to knock the lights out of the fat man. As Keiji wandered ever closer, the man started to become panicked and eventually in a sudden twist his heart gave out. "What the ********? hey Keiji you never told me you had mind powers" The skinny man joked as he went to rummage the pockets of the now dead fat man. "Don't be stupid Toyohisa" Keiji spoke in response. Before the skinny man now identified by the name Toyohisa could give a retort his phone started to ring with the most irritating tune of the Crazy Frog. "Hai?" Toyohisa said initially and as the unintelligible sounds of someone speaking on the phone trailed off, the atmosphere in the room grew dark.

"What the Hell are you talking about?! the boss owns the building, who the heck could'a reported us?!" Yelled Toyohisa over the phone, obviously something was wrong and Keiji on instinct went to the door to keep watch. "We'll try to sneak out the back entrance from the ground floor kitchens, keep a look out" Toyohisa gave a final word over the phone but his voice was so loud that it made Keiji want to punch his lights out. If someone heard them - especially whoever could be the cause of the phone call they would be in some serious trouble. Toyohisa had hung up the phone by this point and already made his way past Keiji who started to follow behind. "For some reason, the cops are here and we could be in some serious s**t if we don't get outta here" Toyohisa just pointed out what was already more than obvious to Keiji after all it wasn't like it would have been Kamen Rider or the Power Rangers to invoke there righteous justice upon Keiji and Toyohisa for there sins, nope it was much worse - it was the law system and they were armed too.

As if the trouble hadn't already began but the elevator at the end of the hall made a nice little "DING" sound as the door opened with a group of Police Officers inside. The first of the few pulled out there fire arms yelling the never prevalent "Freeze!" While another of the officers grabbed the radio patched onto his shoulder calling dispatch. Toyohisa being a complete moron rushed at the officers with his wooden sword only to be gunned down within a few moments - luckily for Keiji it served as a nice distraction. Given enough time to kick in a door, breaking the lock as the door was tossed open. Keiji rushed inside and unveiled an M1911 Pistol, running past a hopefully married couple who had been disrupted from there tongue-to-tongue ceremony. Smashing through the glass door onto the veranda only to have one of the police officers reach the door of the room and start firing on him. With enough luck Keiji had made a jump from the veranda to another veranda but not without one of the bullets scraping the back of his leg. "Go to the other room, we can trap him here!" The officer shouted as his fellow cops started a ramming procedure to bust into the room that was connected to the veranda Keiji had been trapped on.

Keiji always knew something like this would happen some day. After all it all started back in that high school he had forgotten the name of where he had beaten the teeth off of some guy who claimed to be part of some gang - after that, Keiji's life had been going in a spiral, it was all to predictable and all Keiji had wanted during this was to be strong enough to break it. However fate was a cruel mistress and three bullets to the back and one through his neck had ended it all...

Menos: Part 3: Suffer...

With Keiji's eyes fully blackened, his pupils malformed from light blue to a bright yellow that held an ever-growing anger. As the reiatsu that swirled around him as if it were a tornado and him being trapped in the eye of the storm was of course subject to whatever it would be doing. At the center point of Keiji's chest a small dot appeared, this dot was more than it appeared of course. Over the course of seconds it expanded eventually revealing itself as a whole going right through Keiji, eventually it grew to the size where Keiji could more than likely fit his hand inside it.

This whole was only the beginning though, shortly after it stopped expanding parts of Keiji's flesh began to burst off - floating into the swirling reiatsu were it dissolved into nothingness. Below the flesh however was not the internal workings of Keiji's body but instead the removed flesh was replaced by a deep-black substance that resembled the appearance of Keiji's skin but at the same time it didn't. These blotches of blackness grew in number until Keiji's entire body was nothing but a mass of darkness. At the bridge of Keiji's nose was a small orb of white that burst into many small orbs that quickly expanded from wherever the reached on Keiji's face. Eventually the expanding orbs became flat and then connected. A white featureless mask lay on Keiji's face - slowly it transformed again, gaining features. Such as eye holes revealing his transformed eyes and large fangs resembling those of the extinct Sabertooth Tiger.

His finger nails extended becoming large and claw-like the same had happened with his feet with an additional claw growing out of the heel. Keiji's spinal cord ripped out of the black mass that had become the replacement of his skin. It grew in length extending off of Keiji's back and at the tip it formed a spike - a tail. With a grotesque and deformed bellow escaping what was hopefully a mouth from the beast - the black swirling reiatsu dispersed and Keiji seemed barely conscious from within this mass. His mind was shattered and broken. His thoughts no more than the average animal - it was all instinct, but shards of intellect remained within. They were what Keiji was holding onto most - his desire for power and a hunger for revenge.

The desire for power was what would move his body and his lusting for the blood of those responsible for his death would be his growth. Jumping forward Keiji went to prey on those who had committed the murder, thankfully the transformation had kept them at an arms length - they stood just outside the room and they would be the first to die. As a primal instinct took over, cracking sounds could be heard as the mask was being forced to open - the lines of teeth opened up properly with time and the large fangs were sunk into the shoulders of the first officer. His broken mind was overflown by how delicious the man's blood seemed to taste, it was almost entirely impossible to resist the new urge growing within him to feed on these men but the urge was became warped by his desire for power. The tip of Keiji's tale flashed a tint of purple and as it pierced the heart of one of the fear stricken cops, Keiji felt the life being sucked from the man. What was this? it was just as good as devouring that other officer but it made him feel stronger, Keiji dismissed the thoughts - or he believed he did, he wasn't entirely sure as everything just seemed to blank out for a moment.

The next thing he found himself in the lower floors of the hotel, the building seemed to be in a state of emergency and the hallway before him was drenched with corpses. The ecstasy of all this was maddening yet beautiful..

Menos: Part 5: Escape

As the two Shinigami dropped down in front of the warehouse, they could tell the Hollow they were after had entered but there was no sign of him aside from the mutilated corpse and the large busted in warehouse doors. "Be careful" One of the Shinigami muttered as they ventured inside ever slowly.

"You probably can't see me, can you boss?!" Keiji yelled, his boss gave no response as he could not see nor hear him. All Keiji's boss knew was that something was there after all his bodyguards were splattered over the walls. "This is my revenge you disgusting b*****d!" Keiji roared and the Shinigami could trace the echoes as they began to run deeper into the warehouse. With a rip and tear Keiji was cannibalising his former employer until nothing remained but a pool of blood. When at last the Shinigami arrived in the room they saw no trace of Keiji and started to look around in confusion. "He's a sneaky one, isn't he?" A Shinigami commented and before he knew it a large hand pierced through his chest. "You got that right!" Keiji responded while looking at the other Shinigami who lifted his sword over head ready to attack. "Behind you..." Keiji muttered with his finger pointing in the direction behind the Shinigami.

The Shinigami only looked after he heard a screeching sound which appeared to be Keiji's tale ripping through a metal wall as it "swam" across it - to strike the Shinigami. The Shinigami blocked the attack and the tale slowly forced the Shinigami toward Keiji, after all these Shinigami didn't seem all that strong probably just one or two years of experience but it didn't matter the black robbed man was going to die and this was evident when he was swallowed up by Keiji. Before Keiji could saver his new found meal however a final Shinigami had appeared. Pointing his blade toward Keiji as if offering a silent challenge, Keiji did not respond as the air in the building seemed to become so dense that it was even hard for him to stand. "Wh-who are you?" Keiji asked fear actually being visible behind his being.

"I am, Koren Sukatsu, I will be the one who kills you today" The man spoke calmly and before anything else could be said. The man rushed forward vanishing completely. Before Keiji could react his left arm had been severed. "Wh-what the ********> Keiji yelled as he made a rush for the now cleared exit. Diving into the ocean at the end of the peer. Koren watched until he could find no physical trace of this Hollow. Despite how much the slaughter this Hollow had invoked in one day it seemed very good at hiding it's presence, but Koren's eyes had a dark determination within them - the Hollow would not escape.

Gillian: Part 1: Devoured

It had seemed like a fleeting dream. That transformation into a Hollow, the feeling of ecstasy and the power he had gained, was it really all just his imagination?. Keiji was walking along a barren wasteland - he was completely alone in this dead land. There was not a single other soul in sight, it was just him and the water depraved lands. Keiji's eyes were lifeless as was the rest of his motions and movements he was like a doll simply performing a function and nothing more...

"What happened to me?" Echoed around the air as if this wasteland was just a room where vibrations could bounce around very easily. "Oh that's right, I was eaten by another Hollow..." Keiji was the one speaking but physically he was doing nothing other than moving on. "Where am I?" His voice wondered but of course all the response he got were his own echoes. "Why am I here? how do I get out?" He continued of course it was a thought in vain if he believed anyone could hear him.

After what seemed like days Keiji had resigned himself to this fate and then something new began to occur. A tornado of dust had blown by and what it left behind was the body of Keiji's Hollow form. It seemed to be alive and acting much like he would be and soon it's eyes were drawn to the endless walking of Keiji's body. "Your a worthless fool!" The Hollow spoke and Keiji immediately took offense as if that single insult spurred life into his body. "Who the Hell you callin' worthless you body snatching sack of s**t?!" Keiji roared in defense at the Hollow making an assumption on why his Hollow form was not his own. "Body snatching? what the Hell?! I'm Zankairou you moron!" The Hollow responded. Standing face to face were Keiji's human form and Zankairou donning the name he took as a Hollow.

"Wh-what?! how?!" Keiji asked in what he believed would have been obvious confusion. "What are you retarded? we were eaten you idiot!" Zankairou gave his reply recalling how they ended up in this predicament - or at least the previous event to such. "So? doesn't that mean were dead?" Keiji was completely confused - wasn't this wasteland some form of punishment for the sins in his life? "What? and give up our hunt for more power?! what the heck is wrong with you?!" Zankairou was seemingly in confusion at Keiji's response and attempted an explanation. "We're evolving you idiot! This is a war to see who will be the one in control! This is our chance for more power!" Zankairou shouted - his explanation was vague after all it was only an extension of Keiji's knowledge and he didn't know much about the Hollows after all he had only recently joined there ranks and had never even been to Hueco Mundo.

Gillian: Part 3: Vying for Control

"Easy now, easy now" So this is what flying was like. Zankairou was having a tough time joining the fray of this mental battle. Although they seemed physical it was more an essence of combat that was going on. They ones with the desire, the ones that were strong enough - more importantly those who could remember themselves were the ones who were going to survive. But even if they survived initially they still had to fight with others that could do the same - Zankairou intended to win this one no matter what. This was easier said than done however, even if it was mental the physical feel was the same and Zankairou completely sucked at the aspect of flight.

With a few minutes of curving, falling over and plummeting downwards Zankairou got the hang of things and lunged at the first of his opponents. Two Hollows locked in a clash between arms, they were so into the fight that they didn't even see Zankairou coming. Zankairou gripped onto the back of the head of one of the two Hollows, while struggling to get free the other took advantage and killed him. But Zankairou was already two steps ahead and had pierced this other one with his tail. Two were down now and four remained - this would be easier than Zankairou had initially thought it seemed.

While this mental war raged on from within the mass of a large Gillian-Class Menos. The Gillian was becoming unnerved - no longer a mindless foot soldier among the horde within the Forest of Menos, unfortunately it wasn't really anything more than mindless but the mental war was having it's repercussions. The Gillian was going berserks it had wiped out an entire group of other mindless Gillian's with a single Cero. If the war waged much longer the Gillian would obviously be eliminated by whatever Adjuchas that happened to draw near.

((Well this one certainly sucked))

Gillian: Post 7: Scratch one

"You've 'already won'? That's a pretty cocky thing for you to say" Steeltip's opponent growled.

"I don't know, I just felt like I had the advantage" Steeltip replied "Why don't you try attacking me if you feel I'm being overconfident?"

The hollow happily obliged and tried to rise its fist but its arm simply flopped down by its side, tinted purple and suddenly twinging with pain.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention!" Steeltip exclaimed carelessly "The blades are poisonous. Silly me".

The Hollow tried to gasp but it was half assed, even gasping now took unbearable effort for it. It fell flat on its face, twitching.

"Don't twitch like that. It'll just make it hurt more" Steeltip said coldly, looking down at the Hollow "When you start a fight, don't expect to emerge painless"

She couldn't see his eyes but she deducted that since every other enemy she faced was scared out of their mind after hearing these words she expected his eyes would be just the same. She sighed. She never could stop being so soft. A blade slid out from the tip of her tail and in one fluid movement, embedded itself in his neck and finished it all.

Meanwhile, up in the air, Pa Rot and Vuelta stood side by side.

"So you just want me to use that same move I was using earlier?" he asked.

"That's right. I need weaklings off the battlefield" Vuelta replied but had an afterthought 'And you seem like just the fool to play right into my hands...'