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Gillian: Post 1 - Endless Nine

It seemed that whoever the main Hollow was they were, childish, to say the least. They weren't in any ordinary place. Usually when it came to inner battles you thought of wars and fighting but this looked like anything but the kind of place you would fight. This was the kind of place to play games. Children's games. Not that the Hollow had a problem with this, games were fun right.

It seemed he'd managed to calm down during the brief moment in which the Menos had formed. Instead of being the early beserk thing consumed by rage he was now quite calm. Each and every mouth was shut and, what was this? He seemed capable of rational speech. If anything, he was very eloquent and well spoken. Well, traits like that should have carried over. It was pretty much natural.

It seemed the first game of the day was a simple game of snakes and ladders but probably the most intense game of snakes and ladders that the Hollow would ever play. Truly, this game of snakes and ladders, was comparable in it's competitiveness to the world championships of almost any other game.

Sitting in a chair beside him was a Hollow with a long beard. Could Hollows grow beards? Seemed so. He was licking something off his fingers.

"I'll go first then shall I sonny?" The elder looking Hollow asked politely. Just what was it he had on his fingers. The Hollow seated across from him agreed, that yes, he could go first. It didn't really matter in snakes and ladders as it all came down to chance.

Instinctively, as soon as the elderly Hollow picked up the dice, the Hollow realised this was not about just winning for fun, this was life and death in the balance. Well not really, but it felt about the same to him. Something was off about that Hollow too and it only became obvious when he rolled the dice.

Suddenly, staring him in the face was a 9. How the hell did you get a 9 on a six sided dice? But it was there. Staring him right in the face. The elderly hollow moved his piece up nine spaces. "What?! How did you do that!?" Screamed the other Hollow.

"It's a secret." The elderly Hollow replied. Every time the other Hollow tried to roll he could never get a nine. But, the old man, he got it. Again and again. What was with that nine? What was his secret?

The cycle continued on and on until. The elderly Hollow was only two spaces away from the end. On the other hand, the other Hollow was seven, how the hell was he going to do this? Rolling a nine wouldn't cut it, snakes and ladders didn't work like that. The Hollow had to roll a seven, there was nothing else he could do.

But how did you roll a seven with a six sided dice?

Gillian: Post 8: Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill

Naturally, black boulders were soon raining down from the sky, shrinking, then hitting their mark and causing massive explosions. Any hollow who would try to attack the source, Pa Rot, was dispatched swiftly by Vuelta. Down below, things weren't going so grand.

"You can't still be alive" Pa Rot's teammate gasped, having gone from scrawny to brawny to once again scrawny.

"Bet your a** I am" the red skinned hollow growled "I am Sangre, one of Ambito's greatest assets. What are you? A mere stain on the great battlefield!"

"Ambito?" he cowered "That legendary hollow? How did she get here?"

"Gaffer ate her. He's called the monster among monsters for a reason. He's still alive and kicking even after so many people have attempted to team up on him in this war. But under Ambito's rule, killing him won't take long at all!" Sangre laughed.

"I'm glad she's not right here at the moment..." the scrawny hollow muttered.

"I can hear you, you know. And rest assured, she is coming to this very area to battle soon" Sangre replied.

"This isn't good!!" the scrawny hollow replied, turning and running, but Sangre stepped in his way.

"You're going to pay for kicking me that time!!" he bellowed.

With a cry, the scrawny hollow once again became bulky.

"I guess you become stronger with fear" Sangre said, then sent his opponent flying through the air with a single backhanded punch "But my strength increases exponentially the more people are dying at once around me".

"No..." he gasped, getting to his feet and starting to shout "Pa Rot, sto-!!"

Sangre punched him in the mouth, stopping his pleading and knocking him to the floor.

"No one's going to help you now" he sneered, grabbing him around the neck and lifting him into the air "I'd like to take my time with you now but I think it's more sensible to finish you in as few hits as I can".

He brought back his fist and slammed it into his opponent's face then threw them to the ground.

"No-name punk... this is where it ends for you" Sangre taunted.

"I... have a name..." he coughed but Sangre kicked him in the gut, causing him to roll over on to his back. He rose his foot to finish the job and sent it down towards his victim.

"Stop muttering" Sangre said.

He caught Sangre's foot, using all of his strength to hold it up.

"I said.. I had a name.." he grunted, trying to push the foot off of himself but it was gradually coming down towards him "It's Recelo"

He couldn't stop the foot, no matter how hard he tried. His arms were aching just holding it up. Just then his green spikes burst from his forearms and embedded themselves into Sangre's sole. Sangre cried out in pain and reeled back as Recelo jumped to his feet. Spikes now protruding from both of his arms, he let loose a vicious string of punches at Sangre's face and with the help of the spikes they were leaving real marks. He jumped into the air and kicked Sangre in the chest, sending the enormous hollow skidding backwards. He panted for breath as Sangre wiped the blood from his face.

"That all you got?" he asked, spitting out a tooth, then ran up to Recelo and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him into the ground with extreme ease.

Steeltip looked up at the unlikely partnership of Pa Rot and Vuelta in the sky.

"Looks like I don't have to watch out for him this time" she observed, relieved.

Up in the sky, Pa Rot was as unharmed as ever and Vuelta had no problem dispatching the people coming after him.

"How does that little ability of your's work anyway?" she asked, making small talk due to all the tiresome killing she was doing.

"When I see a special move I can use it from then on" he explained casually "It's pretty neat actually".

Vueltra turned around and looked at his back, her eyes narrowing.

"It is pretty neat..." she agreed then ran up behind him. Pa Rot turned around but he was far too late. He dodged backwards as the spikes on her arm tore through his stomach. A frightening amount of blood spilled out and he fell backwards, shocked and silenced, falling down from the sky.

"Trusting people will always make you fall... even if you are a bird" she said coldly.

Gillian: Post 10: Slashed One

"Let me guess" Slimey rasped "You use bombs?"

"Oho! A cunning one we have here!" Mad Bomber laughed.

Slimey heard the distant sound of Steeltip's shouting. He could only just make out his name.

"Sorry. We'll have to postpone this match for now" Slimey said.

"You aren't getting away from me that easily!" Mad Bomber chuckled, throwing a bomb into the air and then catching it repeatedly "You said you were able to heal from my attack so I'll have to see how much you have to be blasted until you stay as ash!"

Mad Bomber threw one of his bombs Slimey's way.

"You done yet, huh?" Sangre sighed, looking down at the blood soaked Recelo "You just don't know when to quit".

"You're right..." Recelo coughed, getting back to his feet "It's a terrible thing".

"This time I'll pound you until you quit breathing!" Sangre yelled, throwing a punch Recelo's way but he sidestepped and kicked his enemy in the floating rib, causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

"Less people are dying at one time around you now" Recelo panted "I just hope someone doesn't off me once I'm done with you".

"How dare you!" Sangre roared, jumping to his feet and letting loose a torrent of punches on Recelo's face who could barely stand from the blows.

He had taken far too much injury already without this being piled on top. Quickly, he dug both of his claws into either side of Sangre's torso then with a yell tore them down through his skin.

"I see!" Sangre grunted, kicking Recelo off of him with a kick "So it's who can last the longest in spite of their horrible injuries eh? Fine by me".

Recelo coughed, his eyes uncertain. They jumped at each other and grappled. Surrounding hollows stepped back. They knew the fight was too much for them. Blood splattered across the ground as either force took damage until eventually Recelo was able to get some space by planting a kick on Sangre's chest then he jumped into the air and decapitated him with his spike. Sangre's head went flying through the air into the seemingly endless crowd of hollows. Recelo staggered. His own blood wouldn't stop pouring out. And the crowds looked hungry.

Gillian: Part 5: Defeated

Out of the two other Hollows that were hit by the blast from the orb exploding only one would survive - this is because he was able to balance himself quickly and kill the other one before he could do so. This Hollow was rather large and bulky looking having a rather featureless mask except a single eye hole on the left eye. This Hollow was seemingly rather strong after all he had recovered very quickly from the explosion and was already making Zankairou his next target with a quick charge at him. "I don't think so!" Zankairou yelled as the Hollow got closer. Lifting his tail up and trying to pierce the Hollow although the attack was rather ineffective as he simply smashed the tail to the side and continued onward. "Grahahahahahha!" The large Hollow laughed as he swung his fist into Zankairou's stomach and followed it up with a side sweep to his legs. As Zankairou lost balance the large Hollow came in for another blow with both hands grasped together he swung them down like a gigantic hammer striking a blow to Zankairou's head - leaving a few small cracks in his mask not to mention sending him plunging down into the lower reaches of this mental realm at a lightning pace.

The blow to Zankairou's head had dealt more damage than a few cracks to his mask. He looked like he was about to lose consciousness as his breathing became shallow and his eyes slowly opened and closed with his head bobbing around a little. "Hey no giving up you b*****d!" Berated some sort of inner conscience within Zankairou's mind. It had a positive effect on the falling Hollow however was Zankairou spurred back into action. Gripping his hands and feet across the air his sharp claws scraped across it as if there really were some form of walls there - of course the grating scrapes were never a pleasant noise. The large Hollow seeing this looked stunned for a second before regaining his posture. "Still alive huh? tell me what is your name?" The large Hollow asked his voice a very deep tone with hints at a British accent it seemed. "They call me Zankairou, and you?" Was Zankairou's answer all the while he looked for some sort of weakness about the large Hollow's form but before he responded the large Hollows leaped into action as he flew down towards Zankairou. "Barragielle!" Was the lone word the Hollow shouted on his approach - it must have been his name, after all it didn't sound like any coherent battle cry and was all to stupid to be a name for an attack. Zankairou rushed through the air towards this Barragielle still not having figured out any form of weakness in the large Hollows form.

As they closed in on each other both had outstretched there arms coming into a clash, Barragielle easily broke the clash however and bent back Zankairou's arms with a deep cracking sound - if Barragielle was still human his arms would be broken beyond repair. This however was what Zankairou believed to be an opportunity to kill his opponent as his tail swung upward and aimed for Barragielle's left arm - it pierced right through it - the arm should have been severed but Barragielle started laughing as if it was nothing and then the arm started to rejoin his body. "I can regenerate any of my body parts at a rate faster than any Hollow! hahahaha!" Barragielle boasted but this wasn't the end as Zankairou thrusted his own head forward and head butted Barragielle. This had hurt both of them as the crack in Zankairou's Hollow mask grew and Barragielle seemed to be thrown into some sort of frenzy of pain - was a weakness showing itself?

Gillian: Part 6: Evolution...

With Barragielle flailing around, Zankairou had some time to recover but he instead took the chance to try and deal with his large opponent. Striking with three blows to Barragielle's chest with his fists only to find that he was doing nothing in the way of damage and Barragielle was quickly recovering. "Hehehehe, that tickles" He taunted as he swung his large fist into Zankairou's shoulder. Taking this as an opening he swung his tail up and tried to ram it into Barragielle's chest only to have him grab it. With the tail in his grip Barragielle begun to spin around and around at a fast pace - bringing Zankairou along with him as he was held on by his tail. Once Barragielle had taken it to a quick enough pace he let go of the tail sending Zankairou flying, this wasn't the end of that however was Barragielle flew after him and even caught up with him dealing a powerful punch to his stomach. "Gaaaaaaah!" Was the sound that leaped from Zankairou's throat just before Barragielle raised his leg and brought it down on Zankairou's head sending him flying towards the lower reaches of this mental world once again. Zankairou eventually stopped himself by scraping along the air with all of his appendages.

Barragielle wasn't far behind however and had already prepared to plunge his fist into Zankairou's face when he reached him. Zankairou had turned around quick enough to see the on coming attack and could do nothing but hold back Barragielle's fist with both of his hands. The fist was held back but not at an equal ground and Zankairou was still being pushed back and Barragielle made use of his other fist by swinging it at Zankairou's undefended side. Zankairou had been hoping for this and his tail lashed out slicing off the arm before it reached Zankairou but he wasn't done there as his tail continued on and sliced through the other arm freeing Zankairou from Barragielle's attack. Before the regeneration began Zankairou grabbed the stub of Barragielle's arm and spun him much like he had been done unto him before. Throwing Barragielle a fair distance away with his arms now regenerating, Zankairou quickly came up with his attempt to end the fighting. Thrusting his hand through his tail Zankairou was able to break off the tail-spike from the rest of the tail and then he quickly flew towards Barragielle. "Eat this you b*****d!" Zankairou roared as he got up close swinging with his free hand only to have it blocked, the stub-ended tail swung next only to be grabbed by Barragielle's hand and squeezed under his grip causing an intense pain in Zankairou's back - but he ignored it as he swung his other hand with the tail-spike, jamming it right inside Barragielle's head.

Zankairou stood there his breathing extremely fast and heavy and his body pretty much broken with injury as Barragielle thrashed around with his mask breaking apart - soon enough though Barragielle became lifeless and his body vanished after that. "I won right?" Zankairou asked himself while the darkness that filled this space started to close in on him. "Huh?! what now?!" The darkness surrounded Zankairou and started to entrap him. Binding his body and then swallowing it up. Nothing was left in this mental realm except a pitch black void. On the outside of it however the mammothly tall Gillian had undergone some changes - it's mask now mirrored that of Zankairou's and it's mindless rampage had ended with only a small quantity of the quartz like tree roots having been destroyed. "Wh-what? where am I?" Zankairou asked with no answer and when he looked over himself all he saw was a large black-cloak looking body with feet at the bottom - where the Hell were his hands and his tail?!

He could hear a myriad of voices from within himself all seemingly trying to will him to do one thing or another but he had the faintest sense that he knew them all - all these voices. Before Zankairou could even take a step he was flooded by thoughts, memories and desires. They came off as meaningless and the wills that tried to push against him for one end or another were being pushed back and out of mind, but if there was anything these memories pointed out was that devouring other Hollows was a good sign for something to do. With that in mind Zankairou started to walk - his will over powering the myriad of others that were trying to go elsewhere. After a nice time of walking Zankairou eventually came upon a group of Gillians that stood still, as if they were a bunch of trees. Zankairou would take advantage of this and start a feast, eagerly chomping down on these Gillians - they seemed to ignore him completely, like some sort of mindless cow fodder. This was the beginning of something delicious!

Zankairou continued to hunt down Gillian after Gillian since they didn't seem to pay attention to him even though he was eating them. The only disturbances he gained were from the smaller Hollows and they were easily dispatched with this neat little trick called a Cero - a large blast Zankairou could fire from his mouth to blow them apart. Often times Zankairou had tried to step on them but his movements were rather sluggish and he had no hands to squish them with - but it was enjoyable for the most part. Today had been a good day - Zankairou had just devoured his eighth Gillian today and had minimum interference from smaller Hollows but this was all padding for change all the voices in Zankairou's head were saying so - even the newer voices were saying so. He assumed that all these Gillians he had devoured must have had tens of thousands of voices inside them as he could barely even here himself think sometimes - although his snoring still overbore the voices though which was an accomplishment to Zankairou.

The black cloak that made up the majority of his form had become pure blue and started to float upwards as a pile of orbs of energy. The pile of energy slowly reformed as a new entity. The body held many similarities to Zankairou's original Hollow appearance but instead of his body being a deep black it was a light tan-ish colour and a group of right angle triangle tattoo's dotted his mask, making a larger triangle just above his eyes. His tail-spine had been lengthened and a shield-like appendage was attached to his left fore-arm. Zankairou's new body was tall but slightly over bearing making him look like a giant that could at any time smash you into the ground or just fall on you. These new changes were accompanied by the old appearance of his Hollow form with the gauntlet like arms and now spikes protruded from both of his shoulders - he was now an Adjuchas-Class...

Gillian: Post 13: To Stop the Unstoppable

"What is it?" Slimey asked.

He caught sight of a bright blue beam of a great size heading towards him from the corner of his eye. He jumped aside, letting it tear through a horde of nearby weaker hollows. He saw the firer was none other than Ambito.

"Come one and come all" Ambito said "In the end we will be united with yours truly as the head soul, at any rate".

"You're Ambito" Slimey said with excitement "Oh, how I've longed to fight somebody like you".

"Slimey..." Steeltip pushed.

"Unfortunately though" Slimey yelled, jumping into the air and bringing a great hammer of slime down upon Ambito "There are more important matters right now!"

Slimey landed as the mass of slime hardened around Ambito, effectively imprisoning her.

"How dare you do that to Ambito!" Vuelta yelled, charging at Slimey. Slimey was caught off guard and it was too late to retaliate. Just then, Recelo jumped into the fray and slammed the spikes on his arms against hers before she could land a hit on Slimey.

"Recelo!!" Slimey gasped.

"Hurry! That slime won't hold Ambito for long!" Recelo grunted frantically "If we don't get away and recover now then everything we've done up until this point will have been for nothing!"

Gillian: Post 14: Stop Death by Invoking It

Recelo was still heavily injured so he was having trouble holding Vuelta off. Steeltip dashed over and headbutted the off guard Vuelta in the side and sent her crashing to the ground.

"He's right. We have to get away quickly" Steeltip agreed.

"Got it" Slimey nodded and knelt down next to Pa Rot. He covered up the wounds with slime which hardened and formed as what were essentially slime scabs "The reiatsu in this will do little in aiding him. The regeneration is almost entirely up to him".

Recelo took hold of Pa Rot and slung him over one shoulder.

"We have to get away" he said and began to run. Slimey and Steeltip had no objections and ran too. They pressed on through the crowds of hollows, cutting down whomever got in their way as they went until at last they found themselves in the center of a relatively large clearing.

"Killing's cutting down..." Slimey observed "Because there's less to kill".

"For now, we have to rest" Steeltip explained, coiling up on the ground "If we jumped back into the war in our condition, it wouldn't end well. As it is, we just better pray that no one finds us".

"Cheeky beggars..." Gaffer mused, looking over to the clearing occupied by those 4 injured hollows from a good distance "Hide from ol' Gaffer will they? Every one of yer cunts' time will come! Gaffer's on his way!".

((If I had used the minimum amount of posts for each section I'd have done by now. That's not how I roll though))

Adjuchas: Part 2: Helpless

It had been too long, too long without another Hollow to devour, too long without a battle to flex his strength too long to keep on going. Zankairou fell to his knees and then fell face down to the ground. The fall caused a small batch of sand to be blown into the air creating mini dust clouds before dispersing. The amalgam of voices were getting the better of him and he was starting to listen to them. Wanting nothing more to join this group where he would no longer have to care about anything he closed his eyes as if to enter an eternal sleep. "Zankairou..." A dull sounding voice spoke - it was hard to ear against the whinning prattle of all the other voices but it was loud enough to understand. "Can you hear me Zankairou?" The mysterious voice asked. It didn't sound like any of the other Hollows that Zankairou had devoured or at least it didn't sound like one he remembered. "Yeah... I can hear you" Zankairou's own tone was more overly uncaring - he just wanted to give in and surrender to these voices. "Did I say you could just give up?, did you forget our agreement? you promised that you would hunt down power!" The voice argued. It sounded reminiscent of something - it was vageuly familiar, but Zankairou couldn't tell who it was or what it was and even though it was only a minor familiarity Zankairou could tell that the voice was off. "What are you talking about?" He questioned, when did he make such a promise? well to be sure he didn't remember all too much after his transformation into an Adjuchas... maybe the Hollows had stolen it away from him like they were doing with his body and his mind.

"WHAT?!" The voice screamed in outrage. "You don't remember?! Don't lie to me! You don't want me to beat your a**!" Zankairou was becoming slightly amused at the prospect. If this was another Hollow it was a foolish one after all how we would he be able to beat up the one who had devoured him, Zankairou's thoughts ran through this him finding the prospect funnier with each time. "Oh you think it's funny - then you won't need my help then? just remember your only living on borrowed time" The voice spoke as if to foreshadow something. "What? shut up!" Zankairou responded with his anger being goaded. "Ho-ho-ho, your not giving up? didn't you want to forget it all and let these little weaklings take your power?" The voice continued to insult Zankairou who was only becoming angrier. "No way! my power is mine! I earned it, it's all I have!" He yelled staking a claim that no one would steal his powers no matter what in the process. "Good - then stand up and fight, because we have a guest at last" The voice became silent as it spoke those few last words and Zankairou was forced to open his eyes and rush to his feet. "H-he was right!" Zankairou could see another Hollow not far off in the distance and it was making an approach. This would be an enjoyable day among weeks of boredom.

((Quality over Quantity Tai, besides I think the size of mine warrants using only the required number of posts - no?))