The lackluster theatrics continued to play out before her eyes. There was little of it that was even noteworthy. Jing would reply to her in agreement, and continue to speak that he was tired of his new cheep toys. " The puppets dance, although not well. A toy that can not entertain is worthless." A deep sigh would leave her lips. It would seem the two combatants had somehow managed to enrage Skadi, all by not introducing themselves. After being encased in ice, the male was was quick to introduce himself. An eyebrow was raised when he even further apologized for the female. The fool didn't even know when to be concerned for himself. It was then the female would introduce herself albeit rudely. It was irritating but not surprising as it was just continuing the trend she had shown. Jing would step forth and take the lead. Sapphira would stay where she was, she had little invested in this hot mess. It was when he said that he might allow one of his comrades to finish them off if they did not give a good reason not to kill them that she would speak up again. " They're hardly worth the effort to kill them. Even if I or one of us doesn't end them the land will swallow them whole. They can't rely on luck and hand holding forever." she would reply in an indifferent tone. "I'm going to depart, but by all means continue being ringmaster of this shitshow." she would continue speaking to Jing in a playful yet mocking tone. "It was nice seeing both of you again, and nice meeting you." she would giving a nod to the respective individuals she was referring to. With a slight wave, Sapphira would leave the area.
Word Count: 592 (296*2 ) + 923 = 1,515 Sapphira leaves the area.
Posted: Sat May 04, 2019 8:51 pm
Sako Vastro Lorde
“Hold my tongue?” Sako said as he glared daggers into Gundolf. “How about I cut yours out while you’re encased in ice and freeze it to your hand? Not you, nor him, tells me what to do. You don’t know me. Do NOT speak for me. I speak for myself. Oh and before I forget, this guy right here literally just told you to hand your life to me. Good thing I like playing with my food before I eat.” Sako could feel herself getting angered by the others around her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Today was becoming way to complicated. This wasn’t something that she needed.
“Give you a reason not to kill us?” Sako said looking at Jing. Did he really just say this? “Look, I’m not your puppet or your toy. Who are you to be demanding anything from us? From me? I don’t know you and to be frank, could care less with your high and mighty bullshit attitude.” She looked back at Gundulf. He wasn’t worth her time anymore. She looked over at Skadi. She could be someone she could respect. “She seems to actually be the more reasonable out of you lot. Oh and that one that just left, don’t get me started on what my first impression of her.” Sako took a breath, then looked at Jing while she was still in control of her anger. “I’m not going to apologize to you and I’m not going to bend over and kiss your a** either.”
Nadir strums an oud as he looks up at the eternal night sky of Hueco Mundo. The darkness matching the shadows deep inside his own shattered being. Etowa-Ru stirs within him as his melancholy song rings mournfully out from the rocky outcrop that he is laying on and across the sands. "Play something more lively, Nadir. You are boring me to death." "We are dead, Etowa-Ru. It is the depths of the afterlife to which we have been plunged." "Oh, shut up, you sad sack lump, Nadir. You have more power than most thanks to me and all of the delicious pry here." Nadir pauses strumming and sighs as his other self berates him. "Not my fault-" "Nothing is your fault, is it? Everything happens to poor Nadir. Well, it is about time you gave up on that attitude." Nadir's hand rises of its own accord and starts playing a lively, feverish tune that is one part high test octane and one part fire. It has a haunting sound to it as he finds his hands doing Etowa-Ru's will. "You will see in time, a Nekomata always gets its way with the dead." "You are such a bother." Nadir's hand rises up and begins to slap the daylights out of him. "Nuh uh uh. You must not bite the hand that feeds you. I could have removed your consciousness and had this body to myself." Etowa-Ru growls from within. Their tail lashes around angrily and he sighs, "Very well. What are we going to do today, if you must insist." So this conversation goes for a while. Nadir's own deep voice laced with angst and heaviness. Etowa-Ru's ringing out in a dulcet falsetto that belies his more sinister nature. After a while of debating, the Menos stands up, his medieval Arabian garb fluttering in the winds. His long black tail flicks around as he sniffs the air. A more primal side to him has awakened after the Nekomata within him has snapped him out of his mopey mood. "Whither shall we go?" he mutters as he scans the horizon. He heads over to the training grounds of the weak hollows for some fun or at least a light snack.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2019 5:17 pm
Reiatsu: 307 Speed: 87 Strength:1 Defense:84 Stamina:20 Intelligence:5 Spiritual Power:110 SE:139 HP:286 Gundulf annoyed with the whole thing, Sako has yet to yap her mouth off thinking as long as Gundulf is frozen with his head still out of ice, she owns his life basically. Pfft, as if Gundulf would allow such a thing to happen, even worse Sako isn't worth fighting any more. Of course she is acting like a little child, one that thinks she can play with the big kids on the playground with a attitude like that. She doesn't even know the position she is in having taking injures from Gundulf's razor tear like defense. Gundulf sighs as he activates a Garganta, disappointed in Sako and sees she has no honor as a warrior, what a ugly way to end. Gundulf doesn't even spare one word to her at all, she is nothing, like dirt, soon to disappear and not even thought of. With that, Gundulf looks in Jing's direction holding great respect in his eyes before he departs off to where Sapphira went. Leaves Area
G R I M M W I N G Grimmwing did not get too close to the castle, wary of the strange colorful mist that remained in the aftermath. His instinct proved true when he saw a poor Hollow suffer for its carelessness. It was strange, watching the Hollow die; he felt something familiar but new. Though the beast did not linger on the sentiment for long, as he would catch a glimpse of a strange area in his peripheral vision. Grumbling to himself, he’d spread his massive wings and make a beeline for this place. This place was a little far and forced him to cross the darker area of Hueco Mundo to get there faster. He always avoided this area before, deeming the Hollow in these parts were a bit much to handle. But the moment he flew into the air space, he felt it: power like his that complimented his own. Unlike before, he could actually relax here… Or at least he would later, after he took care of the intruders. With his size, he covered a lot more land than he did before and he didn’t feel any slower. ‘I worry that my size will make me an easier target though. The cost for power, I guess…’ he concluded. Well if he was going to have this power, he needed to know how to use it. Slowing his flight, he began to go through the motions; practicing how he would fight in this new form. His tail was not as prehensile as it once was, and it took him a moment to reacclimate to the feeling of using it as a weapon. While practicing his strikes, Grimmwing would recall that other technique he learned: the energy bullet thing. The dragon hovered in the air, drifting as he tried to remember how he’d done it before. It was a little hard to form a fist with his new claws, but to his surprise, it was easier done with his tail. Feeling the energy travel through his body and to the tip of his tail, he could produce the small blast. ‘This...energy. I understand it a little better now. Now I can use the Bala… Bala?’ he hesitated when the word came to mind. It was strange, but he somehow understood this and knew of things he hadn’t before. Firing a few more Bala into the ground, the tiny explosions putting dents in the sand, he learned how many he could fire in succession. He also found it the easiest to spit them and would reserve his tail use for surprise attacks. Perhaps more interesting was that he found he was on the verge of discovering a power in his arsenal. And as he was trying to figure this out, he’d feel something long and slimy wrap itself around his right leg. Grimmwing looked to the source as it would pull him down with such force. It looked to be a tongue sticking out of the sand that was slowly reeling him in. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble and the tongue’s owner would reveal itself as some sort of frog looking Hollow almost as big as he was! He must have disturbed it when he was practicing his Bala and now sought revenge for the attack. Except Grimmwing refused to be anyone’s meal and had better places to be at the moment. Firing a round of Bala into it’s pudgy looking face, he was hoping to get it to release its grip. Instead, it tightened that grip and used some kind of acidic saliva to burn through his scales. He roared in pain, struggling to kick it off and firing more Bala. Why couldn’t he shake this thing? ‘I’ve come too far to die like this! No!’ he struggled with his frustrating thoughts. As he slowly neared this thing’s open mouth with blade like incisors, Grimmwing was going to try his Bala once again...but got another one of his feelings. He would hold the Bala’s energy this time and when he felt it reach its peak, unleash it all at once. The energy in his mouth would flash and grow; the action catching the Hollow’s attention as it suddenly stopped. It seemed to know what was coming, but before it could disengage, Grimmwing would unleash the powerful beam in it’s face, severing it’s tongue in the process. His enemy cried out in pain as it retreated beneath the sand to recover from its wounds and the flying beast would do the same, flying higher and further away. As he put some distance away between him and the ground, the shiny location in the distance became more clear to see. He was close now and that meant it was time to prepare himself mentally for the real fight. As he flew, he would remember that blast, the Cero as it came to mind, as a viable offensive measure. He would also notice his small wound quickly healing, much to his surprise. Unfortunately, he did not have time to discover all of his new quirks and would have to figure out the rest along the way...
G R I M M W I N G While drifting toward the golden structure in the distance, Grimmwing found himself thinking to himself quite a lot. He thought about things he never thought about before; things like the nature of this cold world and why he was here. Hueco Mundo was his home for as long as he could remember, home to the Hollow who were beings much like himself. But what even was it? Why were they like this? Monsters that feasted on each other because they had to in order to quell the hunger pains. Though now, he noticed that feeling, that desire to feed was a little quieter than before but still present. It was interesting; the dragon wondered if it had anything to do with becoming stronger. He also wondered if humans had these problems. What was it like in this “world of the living”? The idea of other worlds never crossed his mind, but now he was intrigued. How many were there? But before he could think of exploring anywhere else, he first had to deal with the intruder. Perhaps he could stop for a quick meal on the way over as well. The shadow of a dragon would cast down on the sands of Hueco Mundo as the large predator soared along. He meant to find more morsels to eat as the moans of his belly would growl louder the more he thought of eating. It felt as if his stomach would turn on him and devour itself if he would not appease it at times. It was why he preferred to sleep and not be bothered with the pain of hunger. Sometimes he could get away with sleeping for what felt like years, though he had no way of telling. Sadly, the hunger pangs always dragged him back to the hellscape; to the hunt for food. Grimmwing cared not that he had to devour others like him as the only source of food. That was just how it was here, it was eat or be eaten. And he was the more fortunate one to have the advantage in size and strength that allowed him to overpower most Hollow, now even more so. To have the ability of flight which allowed him to scour vast areas of land for his prey and swoop down on them when they least expected it. Like at this moment, when he’d spot another Hollow in his peripheral vision, waiting to be feasted upon. Grimmwing remained elevated high in the air until he could get a better view of his prey. This one was different… It was a larger Hollow, not as big as himself, but too big to scoop up in his mouth. From his advantage, he could see the bulky monster was in the middle of tearing another large Hollow apart; pulling off bits of flesh with its grubby fat fingers and stuffing its cheeks. It was practically like having two meals; kill one and eat the other for free. But the dragon could already see this one would be a fight and would not be an easy fight at that. There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable, so he took a dive, falling fast toward his target with claw outstretched. Just as he neared his target, the Hollow would become wise to his approach and stumble to the side. Grimmwing felt his nails connect, even if it was only slightly and the red that painted the tips of his claws confirmed as much. Following his momentum, he turned his body to face his enemy as he slid backwards in the sand. His gaze was locked on the Hollow before him that ignored the glistening claw mark on it's chest. He waited for it to make the first move and it would, charging at him with arm outstretched in an attempt to grab him. With his heavy club like tail, Grimmwing took aim and lobbed it over his back to strike the Hollow on the head. It again managed to evade his attack and moved to where the tail struck the top of its shoulder. To his surprise, his tail was then taken hold of with a grip that would not allow him to pull back. With its mouth full of molars, it bit his tail and drew out a powerful roar of pain from the dragon. In a fit of rage, he pounced on the Hollow, digging his claws deep into its chest. Though it cried out, releasing his tail, the dragon would not stop his assault; drawing his big claw back and ripping into the rubbery flesh again and again. Despite the grave wounds, his victim managed to shove him off and scamper to its feet. Turning away, the bleeding monster had tore open the world itself, revealing the jagged window to the pitch black abyss. As he stared at that abyss, he could again feel nothing beyond it and yet a calling to go forth. He would not follow his prey into the Garganta, allowing him to disappear into its depths to live and potentially fight again some day. Once the portal closed behind it, he felt it safe enough to move and set his sights on the dead Hollow nearby. Devouring the scraps that were left behind, he now felt it was time to return to the task at hand. Once he finished the last morsels of Hollow, Grimmwing returned to the air, shaking the ground as he usually did when he took off. As he neared the enemy stronghold, he felt something that made him stop… Energies were clashing in the distance, two opposing forces. There was a battle taking place at the enemy fortress between the enemy and another Hollow. Yes, he could feel energy now and the differences between one and another. And it also felt like...one was larger than the other. Grimmwing’s glowing eyes narrowed in on the shimmering location, short breaths escaping his nostrils while more and more thoughts danced around his mind. The enemy was indeed strong and likely not alone, that much was made clear after the incident at Las Noches. He was now in a brand new form and although he’d learned a few new abilities, he was still very much inexperienced. That Hollow much earlier got the drop on him and nearly made him a meal. That was the first time in quite a long time when he was potentially prey. This sudden power boost and form change almost made him forget how he got to this point in the first place. ‘I could probably stand to take a moment to prepare’ he ultimately concluded. Hovering mid air, he slowly began to descend, flapping his massive wings to keep himself steady. Sand parted from his gusts of wind against the ground until he had all four legs on the ground. Gripping his giant claws and letting them sink into the cool sand, he calmly closed his sets of eyes and tried to focus...on relaxing. His hefty tail came to rest as well while he cleared his mind and emptied his thoughts. This was another one of those things that felt familiar and natural to the dragon. It was almost like he could recall doing something like this before, something like a distant memory. As still as he was and as long as he stood like that, he could’ve been mistaken for a statue by others. Not until he felt he was mentally prepared for combat; to do battle against a foreign enemy that he would open his eyes. His energy flared up as he felt it surround him like a cloak, the bright red energy like a beacon in the wasteland. And then it would fade, the huge dragon rising once more with purpose. Kicking off the ground, his wings would capture the air, pushing it down with great force and shoving him along toward his destination. His sights were set on the enemy castle- the gaudy replacement that he would absolutely demolish.
Khan came floating into the area like a hot air balloon. He was large and slow, floating through the skies. Most of what carried him was the energy int he air that was constantly fluctuating due to a fight that was going on nearby. Khan had been planning on going but, with all the little hollow running around out of fear, it was practically an all you can eat buffet in hueco mundo. Khan had already grown a lot since he first started feasting, his grade even changing from a base hollow to menos grande. Even his mind was expanding although it didn't seem he needed much of a mind with the world he currently found himself in. Everything was taken by brute force, there was no room for the mind, or at least Khan originally thought. As his mind grew, he found finding and eating hollows to become easier and easier. He could even trap them and sometimes get two or three hollows at a time. He was growing more and more lethal by the day, but found other beings becoming less and less lethal at an even faster rate. Khan's defenses had grown greatly form his time as a hollow, now able to sprout his wings his feathers replaced his cloak as his natural defense. His feathers also excreted a fine acid that had no problem eating through most things Khan came in contact with within moments. He was turning into a big glob of flying hungry acid and was loving every minute of it. As the hollow floated about, he noticed another hollow perched on a rock not too far below him. Khan casually floated in,, moving so slowly that it made it hard to even hear him moving through the air. If one were to look up they would easily be able to see him but it was rare for something, that thought it was sitting on top, to take the time to look up every once in awhile. Khan slowly grew closer and closer until the spirit was within his range. The beast noticed Khan and quickly attacked, whipping him with barbed tentacles. The whips beat against Khan's feathers but did not rake even one out of place, instead beating themselves into bloody spaghetti. The hollow, not understanding why it's attacks were hurting it instead of Khan, did not move; it was frozen in fear. Khan's wings flapped only once as he finally reached the surface of the large rock they now both stood on. Khan's eyes peered deep into the hollows as his black feathers began to spread. Khan's wings wrapped around the hollow like a blanket, almost as if he were trying to console the beast. The hollow would eventually start screaming as it felt the acids in Khan's feathers melting through its flesh. Khan merely stared at the writhing hollow, preparing himself for the feast to come, when suddenly the hollows mouth began to glow brightly. Khan could do nothing but watch as the hollow unleashed a cero right in Khan's face. The crow gillian roared as t reared back, its wings unwrapping from the hollow as Khan fell onto his back. He was not dead or seriously hurt, but he was hurt and it had been awhile since he felt pain. Khan groaned as he rolled to a sitting position, the hollow who attacked him still sitting in the same position, screeching. It's body was far too damaged from Khan's acids to move, it seemed like it had released all of its energy with the attack it hit Khan with. "Very strange.." Khan muttered to the hollow, not sure if it could understand him or not or what language he was speaking. Suddenly a strange chill would fill the air as a red light began to glow inside Khan's beak. "This power..very strange" Khan unleashed the energy filling his mouth, sending a blast much like the one he was hit with flying at the dying hollow. The blast from Khan's much more impressive, reducing the rock they were standing on to rumble as they both came crashing towards the ground below. As the dust cleared Khan came floating to the ground with a light thud, his wings spreading as soon as the rocks began to crack. The wounds he had received form the hollow had already healed, must have been the faster regeneration that a menos was known for. Khan's cero needed work but definitely was the most powerful weapon he had. With the other hollow surely dead Khan flapped his wings and slowly floated off into the night sky. He was headed towards the large glowing castle.
Rei 95 || STR 60[-15] || SPD 15[-15] || DEF 5[-15] || STA 10[-15] || INT 2[-15] || SP 3 [-15]|| HP 125 [-75] || SE 50 || CLR 3
Sasori feels it when he crosses an imaginary line. The power level in general here is much higher than where he had been before. Not enough that he thought he had no chance of survival, but enough that he knew he needed to be careful. There were things here he did not want to get the attention of. Things with power that secured their safety. Yes, needed to reach their level, and ensure nothing could kill him. To do that, he needed to devour. To feed and gain power. He sets out, hunting, killing, and devouring the weaker hollows around here.
Health 300/300 | Spirit Energy 105/105 | Clarity 24 | Movement Speed 70
Word Count for Post: 101 x 3 = 303 Word Count Total for Character: 3,465
As he does this, he seems to unlock some bits of instinctual hollow knowledge. He looks down at his hand and focuses his spirit energy. A green glow builds up around his hand. He looks around until he sees another hollow and takes aim. He holds his arm out straight and then releases the blast. He misses the hollow, and it takes off. He needs to practice his aim, but he thinks he has the manipulation of spirit energy part down. He continues to practice that, drawing his spirit energy into his hand and then firing it. He still needed to work on that aim though.
Health 300/300 | Spirit Energy 105/105 | Clarity 24 | Movement Speed 70
Word Count for Post: 106 x 3 = 318 Word Count Total for Character: 3,723
Sasori continues working on the new ability, until he can do it with both power and accuracy. He starts hunting a few weaker hollows, using this new technique he just unlocked. He smiles, or what passes for a smile on his face. Hard to smile with a pair of chelicera. He then starts looking for more than food. He is curious as to what else lies in this area. As well as who else. Survival works best in a pack, and finding a group of hollows would help ensure Sasori’s survival. However, it needs to be hollows that think like him, not those that seek to dominate or destroy places like those that had gone through the hospital on earth. No, those were the kind he needed to avoid, as running with them would likely get him killed. He turns and starts looking for fellow hollows to try and form a group with.
Health 300/300 | Spirit Energy 105/105 | Clarity 29 | Movement Speed 70
Word Count for Post: 153 x 2 = 306 Word Count Total for Character: 4,029
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2020 2:09 pm
Okami Sutinga Sasori
Except a white scorpion tail instead of the wolf tail.
Sasori continues to wander the area, until he feels something start changing. The souls he has devoured start to move, and the power from them start to grow and change him. He feels his form and shape shift and change, shrinking down some and becoming more human. His hollow mask shifts and changes into a pair of ears and a white scorpion tail. He stretches his new form and slimmer, better positioned tail and looks down at himself. He appeared almost human now, except for the ears and tail. He things briefly and then flattens his ears to his hair and wrapped his tail around his waist. Now his ears blending into his hair, and his tail looked like an oddly designed belt, but still a belt. He grins, thinking that now he could visit earth and blend in better. And earth could provide some entertainment, and possibly let him meet others. He opens a garganta with a slash and steps through.
[Exits to Karakura Town]
Health 375/375 | Spirit Energy 125/125 | Clarity 45 | Movement Speed 80
Word Count for Post: 162 Word Count Total for Character: 4,191
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2020 6:54 pm
Okami Sutinga Sasori
Except a white scorpion tail instead of the wolf tail.
Sasori steps out onto the sands of the Grande region of Hueco Mundo. He feels the objects he bought vanish into the air and impart knowledge into both his mind and muscles. He blinks a few times as he processes the information. He then stretches and flexes his arms. He prepares what he now instinctually feels he can do. He charges it up, feeling the energy coursing through him. He launches a pair of ceros, one after the other in quick succession. But he feels like that isn’t the true power of this new ability. He continues to do that, shortening the time between each blast, until he pulls of two simultaneously.
Health 375/375 | Spirit Energy 125/125 | Clarity 45 | Movement Speed 80
Word Count for Post: 112 x 3 = 336 Word Count Total for Character: 4,944
Through the constant wandering through Hueco Mundo, Mirrikh casually continues through the sands and eventually reaching the inner locations of Hueco Mundo. The location he was entering was already saturated with the clear scent of stronger and more thrilling Hollows that he would be able to hunt down and devour. He gradually began to draw himself closer towards the other Hollows that he was sensing in the area ahead of him, soon drawing his multiple eyes to a large typical black figure with a solid white mask over it's face. With multiple arms extending out similar to that of a spider, each one clawing at the ground with large bladed claws. A sickening grin slowly created itself from the blob like flesh that made up his body. A long serpentine tongue lashing out to lick invisible lips as he generates the normal grouping of tentacles with spikes before sending them forwards and planting them into the ground. With a sudden pulling motion, Mirrikh was launched forwards towards the first Hollow that he had seen. Sending his entire mass hurtling through the air and soon after crashing down onto the Hollow's body before it even really knew what was going to happen to it. Immediately upon crashing into the Hollow, Mirrikh's tentacles draw upwards and then swing downwards in order to crash into the sides of the Hollow and pierce through it's hide in a single strike. The Hollow immediately screaming in pain as it immediately shakes itself and sends Mirrikh's entire mass off of itself and onto the ground with a sudden splat. Although he was thrown to the side, it wasn't as effective as it probably would have been to a more solid life form. Mirrikh already shifted to an offensive position as he changed two of the spiked tentacles into his signature sickle like blades before slashing outwards in horizontal strikes towards the closest limbs of the Hollow he had chosen as his prey. The Hollow was able to react this time, raising it's own claws upwards and grabbing both attacking tendrils in an instant, while using half of it's remaining limbs to attack on apparently defenseless blob that had decided to come and attack it. Mirrikh's multiple eyes snapped from one clawed limb to the next as it attempted to decide upon his next plan of action. He immediately generated several more sickle like blades attached to the tendrils he created, sending each one out to attack at the different limbs of the Hollow. Each one reaching the resistance of the Hollow's claws as it defended itself from the onslaught of bladed whips that were striking out against it. Mirrikh's body forms another twisted grin as he continued to slash and strike at the Hollow over and over again. The Hollow itself turning it's masked face to look upon Mirrikh as an orb of reiatsu began to form just before the mask and the mouth that had cracked at the base of the mask. As the reiatsu formed into a clear spherical shape, the energy around the Hollow began to become more violent and deadly. Mirrikh although dealing damage was becoming more and more aware of the deadly attack that was about to come his way. His multiple eyes snapping back and forth as he attempts to come up with a game plan that would allow him to take less damage from the impending attack. With his sickle like blades sweeping outwards he attempts to strike the Hollow all from one direction and knock the impending energy based attack off course before it could strike. Despite all of his tendrils slamming their blades into the side of the Hollow's head, there was no movement from the built up reiatsu that the Hollow was generating. A look of surprise would slowly cross the multiple eyes lining Mirrikh's body as he sends the bladed tendrils outwards to the other side of the Hollow, shifting the blades into spikes and sinking them into the ground and then immediately pulling himself up and out of the way of the impending attack just in time as the energy that the Hollow was building up was blasted directly at his former location with a large blast of force. The force alone sending the Hollow he was fighting as well as Mirrikh himself tumbling away and across the ground. Mirrikh's body was able to adjust himself to the sudden explosion first, due to having such a flexible form the way he was. His entire body simply shifted from one orientation to another as the bladed whips made from this fleshy blob emerged immediately and slammed down again into the body of the Hollow he had been fighting until now. Mirrikh's bladed tendrils will begin to rapidly strike over and over again into the side of the Hollow before it was able to rise up and continue to defend or attack in this fight. Even while this was happening, it would begin to generate another gathering of reiatsu that Mirrikh would soon understand to be called a cero. The energy forming a little more rapidly then the last time in front of the Hollow's mask even as it continues to be attacked over and over again with those scythe like blades that Mirrikh was attacking within. As the life of this Hollow begins to fade away the Hollow's head snaps to the side and aims the cero directly at Mirrikh before he could fully react. The impressive blast of energy both striking and cutting through Mirrikh's body in an instant as the beam of energy almost literally cuts him in half. With the two halves of his body falling onto either side of the Hollow, the last of the scythe like blades would sink into the Hollow and fully finish it's life within seconds of the cero being launched. With Mirrikh's body split in two, the two halves slowly send tendrils between themselves and connect together and slowly begin to pull himself back together over the top of the Hollow's body, his body spreading over the entire deceased Hollow as Mirrikh slowly begins to devour the entire corpse as a fuel for his body to begin to regenerate itself after all the damage he had taken from this most recent combat. Unlike how he had fought previously which had been a much easier set of battles, this new tier of Hollow was definitely a much more challenging option for him then the previous ones. As Mirrikh finishes drawing himself back together and soon after finishes eating the remains of the Hollow's corpse, he feels as if his entire body was beginning to transform once again. This time his very skin and body would begin to harden and actually shrink to a slight degree. The hardening skin actually appearing to sprout what seemed like black hair as his very form begins to shiver and shake with the sudden changes that were coming about around him. Mirrikh's multiple eyes would appear to actually begin to multiply and blink open from beneath the new layers of fur that were sprouting up all over. The normally blob like form that Mirrikh was comprised of had immediately taken a newly created bestial form that also caused a roar to erupt from one of the many newly created jaws that seemed to have begun popping up and opening and closing around his entire body. A spinal bone like protrusion rupturing from his back and snaking down around the two legs he was now standing on while bone like claws begin to protrude from the feet and hands of the new form that he had begun to form. A second roar emerging from his many maws all at once as he raises his new limbs into the air in both a fit of rage and announcing the new found power that he had gained upon what seemed to be the result of this most recent kill. Mirrikh's main mouth slowly curved into a grin as he lowered his arms and the tendril like weapons he normally fought with erupted from the confines of the fur he now possessed, having fur patches along the tendrils as well, he would slash at the air with his scythe like blades that were now protruding from the fur covered tendrils. Mirrikh's gaze of his multiple eyes blinked a few times and then looked around for another target that he may be able to take down with this new form. Of course he could not for whatever reason spot anything that would be a suitable target for him at this point. There was nothing around except for the sand at his feet and the normal odds and ends that were around in order to mix up the appearance of this desolate place. He would begin to move forwards slowly, alternating moving on two legs and then arms and legs in order to better get used to this new form that he found himself harboring. Although his combat potential appeared to be very similar to how he normally was able to fight, based on the manipulation of his body allowing for an identical fighting style to how he had been going on about it up until now. Perhaps he would be able to use this more physical seeming form as a way to throw other opponents off his trail? Mirrikh chuckles quietly to himself as he continues to walk forwards and move away. The other voices although still evident in his vocal abilities have appeared to have subsided. There were no new entities attempting to take form from his own flesh, or any new beings attempting to take control where control was not needed to be taken away. As Mirrikh continues to travel along this pathless area that he had been traveling on, his gaze gradually looks about in order to make more targets visible. With nothing coming into view, he sighs outwardly and adjusts his body slightly to better accommodate the new form he had taken. Mirrikh's eyes close for a moment, he had been moving endlessly without rest for many days now and it appeared that this fact was slowly beginning to take a toll on his body. Especially with the two new transformations of his form and power he had succeeded in so far recently he should really look for some place that he would be able to bunker down and rest as soon as he possibly could. As he opened his eyes and looked around, he noticed a large rock on the surface of the sands that he figured would be well enough for him to squeeze himself under and set it up as a rest spot during his journey. Moving forwards he manipulates the limbs on his body in order to be used as more of a shovel then a weapon itself and quickly begins to dig under the rock and push away the sands to reveal a crevice that he could manage to squeeze his new form into. Even though he looked more physical, he was still basically as pliable as he had been before which made things of this nature that much more helpful to him. Mirrikh slides his body under the new rock based home he had made, condensing himself partially in order to make the space easier to fit in. While sending two tendrils outwards and sweeping the sand and dirt he had moved back towards the entrance hole he had used as his new temporary resting place. With the dirt and sand pulled in the way it was immediate darkness that covered the entire place although that did not matter with rest on the mind that was all he needed since his multiple eyes would be closed soon enough. As soon as sleep had finally managed to overtake Mirrik, his mind would immediately become attacked by the mental energies of the multiple beings that he had devoured over the last few days alone. Each one attempting to fight for control before being immediately shut down by the main mind that controlled and manipulated the entirety of the body. It was time for sleep, and everything needed to remain quiet. If they had complaints or arguments, they can do so after Mirrikh awakes once again. Rest was needed, it was necessary, and it will happen. There was no turning away from such truths, and whatever else wanted to fight about control or otherwise, could wait until it was all taken care of. Or else the body itself would not be able to last too much longer into the future.
Dominic has no time to react to either man before Sasori drags him into Hueco Mundo. "What?!" he cries out in shock. He attempts to break away from the hollow with the mix mash of animal features. "I thought the truce extended this far out! Why are you doing this!?" He attempts to summon up his bow, but it only flickers in and out of existence. The silver haired young man has little recourse but to try to run away. "Please, I have done you no harm!"
Sasori cocks his head to the side. “I never said anything about a truce or peaceful intentions. And you openly gave up that you were untrained and powerless. You should have known better than to let a hollow know that. So it is your own fault you ended up here, telling a hollow you were easy prey.” With that, Sasori grins as he gathers the energy for a Cero between his hands, green hollow energy flowing down his arms and collecting between his hands. The smell of garlic begins to permeate the area around the cero. The cero grows larger and larger before he points it at Zetsumei, unleashing a powerful green Grand Rey Cero into the bowless quincy. As it hits the quincy, the quincy would feel the poison in the Cero seep into his body, weakening him against the rest of the blast as it rips into him.
Health 525/525 | Spirit Energy 146/170 | Clarity 60 | Movement Speed 117
Word Count for Post: 150 * 2.5 = 375 Word Count Total for Character: 15,625
Actions Taken
Augment Action: Poisoned Cero Sasori can pay 4 SE to add a -20 Defense debuff on hit to any Cero or Cero variant he uses. It lasts for the original attack, as well as an additional post as long as 2 SE is paid per post. The enemy counts as poisoned. Attack Action: Grand Rey Cero The power of this energy attack is based on the user's SP+120 and ignores 50% of an opponent's defense. It can be deflected if the target's SP is greater than the Cero's Power. The cero takes on a color unique to the user's reiatsu. It costs 20 SE/Use. 3 Post Cooldown.
SE Cost Total = 20 (GRC) + 4 (Poisoned) = 24
Attack Speed = 117 (Speed) Attack Power = 50 (SP) + 120 (GRC) = 170 x 2 (Defense is 0*) = 340
*Attack hits so Dom's defense is reduced by 20 to 0
The lackluster theatrics continued to play out before her eyes. There was little of it that was even noteworthy. Jing would reply to her in agreement, and continue to speak that he was tired of his new cheep toys. " The puppets dance, although not well. A toy that can not entertain is worthless." A deep sigh would leave her lips. It would seem the two combatants had somehow managed to enrage Skadi, all by not introducing themselves. After being encased in ice, the male was was quick to introduce himself. An eyebrow was raised when he even further apologized for the female. The fool didn't even know when to be concerned for himself. It was then the female would introduce herself albeit rudely. It was irritating but not surprising as it was just continuing the trend she had shown. Jing would step forth and take the lead. Sapphira would stay where she was, she had little invested in this hot mess. It was when he said that he might allow one of his comrades to finish them off if they did not give a good reason not to kill them that she would speak up again. " They're hardly worth the effort to kill them. Even if I or one of us doesn't end them the land will swallow them whole. They can't rely on luck and hand holding forever." she would reply in an indifferent tone. "I'm going to depart, but by all means continue being ringmaster of this shitshow." she would continue speaking to Jing in a playful yet mocking tone. "It was nice seeing both of you again, and nice meeting you." she would giving a nod to the respective individuals she was referring to. With a slight wave, Sapphira would leave the area. 
