Reitsu 40 | Speed 7 | Strength 5 | Defense 6 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 7 | Spiritual Power 5 Venator watches as the circling blank descends upon another helpless font of memories. The blank resumes circling him for a bit, then starts to head off, stopping quickly and looking back. From the pause and body language Venator figures he wants to hunt in a pack. Memories flicker through his head of watching wolves, lions, and spiders hunt in packs. Yes, one can bring down stronger prey in a pack. Numbers equal strength. Strength equals success. Success equals memories. Memories equal power. Yes, this could work very well. He would just have to keep an eye on this companion in case the blank tries to devour him.
Health 50/50 | Spirit Energy 30/30 | Clarity 6 | Movement Speed 7
Word Count for Post: 107 x 1.5 = 160 Word Count Total for Character: 926 Interaction Words: 926 Memories: Spectral Phasing 500/500 Swarm 600/426
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2020 2:18 am
Akamaru stalks the area around the Stonehenge Circle for prey. Any form of memories. He does not know why he decided to spare Venator and instead decide that he was better off with him as a hunting partner. Perhaps it does not matter. Scraps of memories swirl around inside his mind with each meal he partakes in. A memory of a bow-wielding self firing at strange creatures. A flash of light. Another memory of lovingly petting an affectionate cat. Interesting. Were these his memories or what was from one of his prey. No matter. Continue to hunt. More and more were going to be needed. The primal instinct is driving him onward. Hunt. Feed. Grow in power. These are his only real drives. Hunting in pairs or even in packs feels right. More successful. Good. "Memories," he says to Venator as he comes upon a hapless shinigami that had been swept away by the void into the Valley of Screams. Most likely he was banished. How did he know this? Yes, of course, the memory scraps. He attacks the shinigami.
Reitsu 40 | Speed 7 | Strength 5 | Defense 6 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 7 | Spiritual Power 5 Venator follows the other blank around the Stonehenge Circle, looking for prey. He keeps a slight bit of distance from the other blank as he prowls. Memories of doing the same with a man in a green hunter’s outfit passes through his head. In the memory he carries some kind of weapon. Ah yes, a firearm, some kind of powerful ranged weapon. Used to kill prey. He hears the other blank speak and turns to see a defenseless Shinigami. Ah yes, prey, just like this. He descends upon the source of memories, feeding with the other blank upon the rich source. Various memories pass through his head, most dealing with some place called Soul Society. A place containing many people similar to this one. Containing more prey.
Health 50/50 | Spirit Energy 30/30 | Clarity 6 | Movement Speed 7
Word Count for Post:127 x 1.5 = 190 Word Count Total for Character: 1,116 Interaction Words: 1,116 Memories: Swarm 600/600 Solidify 800/16
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2020 3:03 pm
Akamaru devours perhaps the lionshare of the hapless soul reaper. Just because he desires to hunt in a pack does not mean that he has yet developed any sense of altruism. It is he who is in charge for the moment. "More ..." He swirls off in search of more memory fragments. Recollections of a place with homes and soldiers armed with magic weapons. An emotion wells up inside and it makes him stop mid hunt to reflect upon it. What. What was this feeling? He decides that he desires more of it. This must be what he craves to gain from eating the memories. He needs to find more. More memories to regain mind. More memories to feel again. More like the ones that came from that soul reaper preferably.
Reitsu 40 | Speed 7 | Strength 5 | Defense 6 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 7 | Spiritual Power 5 Satisfied with the memories he got from the Shinigami, Venator continues to prowl after the other blank. He then hears the other blank speak and cocks his head. None of the other blanks he had been around were able to speak, or really communicate in any meaningful way. That was quite curious. Almost as curious as these memories of a Soul Society. A gathering place of strong prey, although to hunt them he would have to be stronger. These prey were armed with swords, as well as other weapons that these swords could become. Hmmm, the idea of a sword that changes forms. This memory seems to take hold and gather some others around it, forming something.
Health 50/50 | Spirit Energy 30/30 | Clarity 6 | Movement Speed 7
Word Count for Post: 117 x 2.5 = 292 Word Count Total for Character: 1,408 Interaction Words: 1,408 Memories:
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2020 11:47 am
Akamaru returns to searching for wayward souls. It will be a while before he can find a way out for him and Venator. He continues to scour the environment this way and that for various scraps of memories. Each memory consumed making him gather the resolve to restore himself to something. But what? He does not yet know, as all of this is raw instinct and cunning hunting skills. He turns down a canyon path and accidentally corners a lost hollow. Akamaru does not give it a chance to react and decends upon him in his silent predatory way. The memories, regardless of source are delicious. Darker memories flow in. Memories of devouring souls. Memories of destruction. Memories of lingering regrets and attachments that lead to hollowfication. Akamaru recoils involuntarily and mimics the cry of a hollow and then resumes his feeding. The scream that came out was more like that of a Wilhelm stock scream than that of a beast, being that he is not a hollow himself. Memories of hunger, craving, and predatory intent fill him, strengthening his resolve to gather more .... souls? No, memories. The souls of their victims do not interest him. Those are left to become lesser blanks. With each kill they make, more blanks join his and Venator's swarm.
Reitsu 40 | Speed 7 | Strength 5 | Defense 6 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 7 | Spiritual Power 5 Venator keeps an eye out for wayward souls, his mind still sifting through the soul reaper’s memories he had devoured. Something about the weapon tied itself to other memories. Not memories of a sword, but memories of an axe. A massive two handed axe, a weapon of killing. He is drawn from his memory walk by the other blanks cry. He looks and sees it devouring the memories of a monstrous creature with a strange white mask. Around the creature are other smaller creatures with their own masks, and he descends upon these. New memories of hunting, predation, and feeding mingle with those of his old memories to bring them into a stronger focus. He watches the swarm of blanks gathering behind them, and stops them from reaching his kill. This was his prey, his memories, his sense of self. “Mine.” He says, his voice deep and strong. As he speaks, a cloak made of green cloth seems to shimmer about him, as well as strange set of fur and leather clothing, then fades away again. His face shifts into strong features with a predatory expression, before returning to the normal face of a blank. He feels something getting close, something just out of reach. For now, at least, but he plans to reach this bundle, this sense of something more filling.
Health 50/50 | Spirit Energy 30/30 | Clarity 6 | Movement Speed 7
Word Count for Post: 222 x 1.5 = 333 Word Count Total for Character: 1,741 Interaction Words: 1,741 Memories:
Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2020 7:04 pm
Akamaru's hunger has reached fever pitch and so he has begun to feed upon anything with traces of memories including blanks foolish enough to get in his way. It is a miracle that he has not attempted anything against Venator. That said, had Venator not been playing things safe he probably would be missing a chunk of memories now. His hunger. His thirst. It keeps building and nothing seems to satisfy it until another a Quincy soul lands in front of him and before the poor soul can react Akamaru devours every single memory from him. The soul lays there on the ground unconscious until it begins to transform into a basic blank, weakened severely by the attack. "That should do it," Akamaru says as he begins to transform. A smile appears on his face and he turns toward Venator. "Come brother. Let us find you some memories so that we may figure out our next step." He does not desire to be alone.
Reitsu 68 | Speed 10 | Strength 15 | Defense 6 | Stamina 10 | Intelligence 12 | Spiritual Power 10 As Akamaru turns to face Venator, he sees Venator transform as well. "No worries on that, you are quite the messy eater." His deep voice rumbles as he speaks. It is clear to see that he has cleaned up every bit of memory Akamaru missed, as well as the sources of memory Akamaru had ignored initially. His cloak hangs off of him, and the glint of a massive two handed axe shines from his belt, his hand resting on it in a way similar to what Akamaru had seen before. It is however, less hostile, and more in a manner showing that Venator felt more complete with the axe hanging off of his belt. "Do you smell that?" He gives a couple of sniffs of the air. Memories flood his mind of strange masked beings that devoured others. Similar to what he once did but instead of just memories, these devoured the whole soul, leaving nothing left. He feels several of his memories expressing nothing but hatred for these … hollows. "Hollows are coming. Do you want to stay here and possibly be eaten, or should we head to somewhere that doesn't have stronger predators than us?"
Health 100/100 | Spirit Energy 40/40 | Clarity 9 | Movement Speed 10
Word Count for Post: 197 x 2.5 = 492 Word Count Total for Character: 2,233 Interaction Words: 2,233 Memories: 1
Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2020 2:55 pm
Ryuuka"D."Kyuubi
There would be the sound of a slight static hiss in the air before the signature 'fwomp' sound of the Arrancar's Sonido technique could be heard. Venator had a good sense about him, however, he was a bit slow on the reaction as Ryuuka and Hadrian had been well on their way before he got the notion that trouble was afoot. "Now, now... Running away instead of entertaining your guests? How...disappointing.", the fox-like evolved Hollow chided him in a coy, teasing manner. She, of course, did not sound disappointed, more amused at the fear that she could smell in the air at their arrival. It was a reasonable reaction to power and such that had been very much unrestrained. Destroying whatever it pleased, killing whenever it suited it, and devouring all who got in it's way. "I think you're going to stay a little bit longer and chat. Inform me of this strange world I find myself in, or... you know? I could always provide you a swift escape into oblivion.", she said in a cheerful tone, despite the malevolence of the offer.
If there were any memories to be felt from Ryuuka, they were all of rage and betrayal. She had never known true loyalty from anyone. Nobody had ever had her back, never in life, nor truly in death. Hadrian, himself, had admitted he was simply a soldier. It was a part of his personality, and there was no true love for her or what she was. Of course in her Hollow existence, and now as an evolved Arrancar. There was no room for this, just gaining power, subjugation, and domination of all others that were beneath her. These Blanks were no different. To Ryuuka they were just pathetic worms, squirming in the dirt, looking for a reason to exist.
”The place you find yourself in is the Valley of Screams. Northweald, as some call it. It is the home to blanks, as well as any who wish to live a life of spiritual liberty, so the king has decreed.”
The voice that came from the distance sounded as if it were within a mere few feet. It was even, without emotion, not unkind or warm. It was as if he were reciting facts, which, in his eyes, he was.
”All are welcome in the Valley, so long as they do not infringe upon the liberty of others within the valley. Even hollowkind such as yourself.”
Though Toshiharu already knew that this hollow meant ill to the land, and that there was another one somewhere close by, his voice did not betray any sort of apprehension. He spoke to this stranger as he would any other stranger he saw, which was not often, to be sure.
Hollow kind were as welcome as anyone else in Northweald, to be sure. King Xzavior had once been allied with a whole cadre of hollows. He perhaps had an unwise soft spot for them, one that clouded his vision with nostalgia. Many hollows, unfortunately, were like this one: Bloodthirsty and seeking only domination. Such values were incompatable with the king’s vision of neutral utopia.
Toshiharu was motionless, like a statue as he regarded the hollow before him. His attention was drawn by the cowering blanks who the hollow had contacted before he had arrived.
”You two may leave this place.” He said, his eyes glancing towards the two blanks. His eyes were the only muscle that moved in his entire body besides his mouth as he spoke. If Toshi was preparing for combat, his body language did not betray it. His voice, however, became hard, with an edge of finality, an authoritarian tone. He still had hope that he could convince these two to leave without incident. He was unsure how well he would fare against one of these hollows, even worse two of them. However, to betray weakness was counter to his wishes.
"If you mean harm to the valley, you and your companion may leave as well." His voice took a hard tone of finality, as his eyes shot back to Ryuuka's face.
He had to convince them to leave, or prevent them from murdering anyone until the king could arrive and deal with them
377*3=1131+2061 = 3192
Memory Surge and Spectral Phasing learned!
Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2020 1:06 pm
Akamaru senses out and sniffs a bit. "You are quite right, brother." As soon as he has said this a Kyuubi appears. His heart flutters. "My fair Maiden~! Welcome to our lair." He swifts over to her side and takes her hand with a charming smile and kisses the back of her hand. "Why would I ever leave at time like this? Why that would be most rude, do you not think?" A smirk appears on his face as Toshiharu speaks. He flits back over to Venator's side and watches him with amusement. "King? Does this place have a king? How very intriguing that any would try to claim the land of chaos, a pit of forsaken memories and lost souls. Introduce me, lad." He flits up on top of a spire, overlooking the surrounding area, and then flits back down. "More hungry members of the swarm converge, Brothers. Shall we continue this assembly and hunt or shall we simply stand here and chat."
Reitsu 110 | Speed 20 | Strength 25 | Defense 10 | Stamina 10 | Intelligence 20 | Spiritual Power 20 Venator doesn’t cower before the hollow. He is not scared, merely cautious in the presence of a stronger predator. Cool, calm calculation settles into his mind, attempting to figure his chances for survival. Since it looks like escape isn’t much of an option, he will stand his ground. “I don’t care to help you. It isn’t like I know much about this place myself, and I am not fond of being told what to do. So if you don’t care for that, and want to keep me here, maybe I can give you a taste of my axe before you take me out.” He draws out his axe before another blank shows up. A cloaked figure then spoke, threatening the hollow and claiming this area belonged to some ‘king’. And telling him he could leave. “Not too fond of that tone either.” He gives a slight growl. “Assuming I need your permission to do what I want is quite pretentious. From either of you. If you want to stop or make me, you will have to use force.” His temporary companion, flits over and kisses the hollows hand and then flits back. Flirting with the hollow and challenging the new blank as well, albeit in a different way. “Depends on what this hollow and new blank decide. There may be a fight if either of them think they can tell me what to do.”
Health 150/150 | Spirit Energy 65/65 | Clarity 15 | Movement Speed 20
Word Count for Post: 234 x 3 = 702 Word Count Total for Character: 2,935 Interaction Words: 2,935 Memories: 1
Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2020 7:18 pm
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"Oh however so rude of you is this how you welcome guests with axe drawn, but then again you do look the type to act the part of a heathen much like the pagan Gauls who fell before the might of the Rome war machine." The sound of static preceded the voice as the smooth cold barrel of a gun pressed up to the back of Venator's skull Hadrian Garandger had arrived fast on Ryuuka's footsteps. The taller arrancar had a wide grin on his face as his red eyes roamed about resting on each of the new faces in turn almost as if daring them give him a good reason to let loose. As a smirk began to grace his lips the audible click of his trigger sounded out suddenly ringing out loudly in Venator's ears, but there was no shot merely a warning to tell Venator his place in the hierarchy of strength. With a loud crackle of a laugh Hadrian just as quickly moved away from the poor Blank appearing at Ryuuka's side his zanpakuto held idly in one hand.
"Even more rude given the fact if it weren't for us..." He paused with a grand hand sweeping hand gesture as he takes the time to look at each one of the three again. "You would all be prey still to that hunter playthings for which she would have hunted down, and snuffed out on by one as she claimed these vast formless lands as her rightful hunting ground such is they way of things. So you have us to thank for such a fate never coming to pass it was hollows that drove off your conquerors not this so called king." Pivoting on his hell static fills the air for a third time as the very same spire on which Akamaru had such vacated became Hadrian's perch as he oversaw them from on high.
"But we are generous saviors isn't that right Ryuuka, though as she said if you wish for the swift escape into oblivion we are happy to oblige such a request being of so generous as we are in our boundless compassion for this place you call 'Home' " He held one hand out outstretched down towards them as if inviting them to rise to the bait, his dominate hand holding his zanpakuto aloft the barrel aimed upwards for the moment. "Now as for this King he is certainly no Emperor, but I do so wonder if he claims himself to be King can he back up such a claim or like many I have met, and helped bring down is he naught but mere words with no strength to give them any sort of weight."
Ryuuka rolled her good eye, the one not covered by her mask fragment. It was assumed the other followed, but it was darkned and hard to see the corrupted orb behind it. It was clear that all the bravado had done nothing to amuse her. Even the flirting of the smaller one made her lip curl in slight disgust. Though, if she were to lead and build an army, then diplomacy was going to have to be her first recourse before simply letting Hadrian have his fun. Still it was easy to feel her spiritual pressure increase slightly as she tensed up from the apprehension of being threatened.
She had endured quite a bit since her creation and her earliest memories. Her Human life was filled with the memories of being told what to do, abused by the powers above her, and ultimately destroyed and transformed into this twisted monstrosity known as the D. Kyuubi. It was then, that she laid waste to everything she beheld for over one-hundred years before standing now as this perfected creation. The mentions of this new king showing up on the scene and claiming ownership of this realm only incensed to bring up more of the painful memories that permeated her entire existence and stoked the flames of her wrath. "I did not come to subjugate, conquer, or to rule. I am here as part of your salvation with Hadrian, here. The fact is we are all predators here, and though our prey is not the same...our enemies are.", the foxy lady said after letting her temper settle.
Ryuuka then gestured off to the direction of the portal to Earth. "An open gate-way for the enemies of your existence to stroll right on through. And let us face the facts here, you're all helpless alone. With all the talk that you would raise your axe against me, it would take but a snap of my fingers and you would be left a pile of cinders. You need help, and fortunate for you, we are to offer that.", she said as she brushed her bangs out of her face casually. She had a way of charming people when she needed to, and exhibiting diplomacy used to be a tool to lure others into a false sense of confidence, now being used to inspire actual feeling. "You need strength? We can provide that. You crave memories? We can show you a realm of creatures you can hunt to your hearts content...culling our weak and improving our strong. Like iron shaping iron into a sharp blade, so too will you be enhanced.", Ryuuka continued before pausing a few moments to let the offer sink in.
She had just offered the Blanks free reign to gather memories from the Hollow in Hueco Mundo. While some might not see the logic behind offering up her own kind as potential prey in exchange for a sort of alliance against their enemies in the spiritual universe. From the Hollow stand-point, it was purely natural selection. Evolution in Hueco Mundo had begun to get stagnant and now it was time to force the Hollow to adapt and grow while also making the Blanks do the same. "The simple fact of the matter, beside the Hunter and their assistant. Enemies swell and grow in power and if we are to survive...No, thrive. We will need to work together like the light and dark of your enigmatic messenger friend here.", Ryuuka finalized, making her point clear at this juncture. Though if there was anymore attempts at flexing and defiance in the face of something that was making a solid offer...Ryuuka would just eliminate them and deal with those who would acquiesce to see the logic in her proposed alliance.
Reitsu 40 | Speed 7 | Strength 5 | Defense 6 | Stamina 5 | Intelligence 7 | Spiritual Power 5
There would be the sound of a slight static hiss in the air before the signature 'fwomp' sound of the Arrancar's Sonido technique could be heard. Venator had a good sense about him, however, he was a bit slow on the reaction as Ryuuka and Hadrian had been well on their way before he got the notion that trouble was afoot. 
