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Dikama smiled slightly as he opened another garganta, "Im going back to the human world...see what i can get myself into." he laughed as he opened it and stepped through.

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Dikama appears from the garganta smiling, "Another shinigami friend." he chuckles, "This is going to be easier than i thought." he grinned as he sat down and rested.

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It was a typical night in Huecto Mundo. The deserts were quiet aside from the cry of a wandering Hollow. Across the sandy desert, atop one of the many dunes was a strange sight. It seemed a jackal was carelessly trotting its way through. This wasn't your average jackal. The jackal wore a bone mask on its head, rearing long horns. On its two front paws were rather bulky gauntlets apparently made from bone. There was a mask of a Hollow strapped to the jackals back. Apparently taken from a weaker one. Held underneath the Hollow mask shield was a bone sword made from the spinal chord of a Hollow. The spinal chord most likely came from the same Hollow that the mask once belonged to. There were a few ropes wrapped around the jackal's appendages. As it wandered the desert it looked up at the moon, seeing it in its crescent form. The incomplete moon seemed to symbolize how a Hollow is never whole. There is always an infinite void that can never be filled. Even devouring soul after soul, that emptiness never goes away. It only temporarily numbs the feeling that isn't there. Jack, in his jackal form simply continued trotting across the desert aimlessly wondering what he will spend the rest of eternity doing aside from feasting on innocent ghosts, wandering lost on earth.

Jack grew tired of wandering the desert by foot. He was doing so as to not attract the attention of stronger Hollows. After contemplating it for quite some time, Jack decided that if he never took risks for the rest of his afterlife, he would never get stronger. That and would always be bored. Something began to grow out of his back. They seemed to be two stumps growing out of Jack's shoulder blades. It pressed against his shirt before ripping two holes in them. His grotesque looking wings were revealed. All they seemed to be was bone structure stained with dried blood. It appeared as though they once may have held feathers but they had long since been plucked out. The wings bent and stretched to their full wing span for they hadn't been used since Jack had last been to Earth. They gave one test flap kicking a cloud of sand into the air. A few more flaps and Jack was successfully off the ground. He flew up high for a little while before gliding to a lower altitude. Jack's fears had been realized. Another flying Hollow had spotted him. The two empty souls hovered a couple of yards away from each other before the foreign hollow spoke. "Oohhhh. Looks like a small fry wandered into my territory. You don't like you would be very filling but it'll teach you the lesson of crossing into someone's territory uninvited." Jack braced himself knowing what would come next. He reached over with his bone gauntlets pulling out the hollow mask shield and hollow spinal chord sword. The foreign Hollow launched a strange pellet directly at Jack hoping to take him out in one shot. Jack gave a quick lurch of his wicked wings shooting him forward still in the path of the bullet. He merely held the shield in front of him and sure enough the pellet was deflected. He didn't stop here. Jack continued to fly at the hollow at full speed, gaining velocity. "What?! You shouldn't be this fast! Your a weakling!" Jack rammed the Hollow directly in the skull with his shield bashing it to turn slightly. This revealed a gap between the jaw bone and cheek bone of the mask. Seizing this opportunity, Jack reared back the sword. He then jammed it through the gap as it pierced the forehead of the mask on the other side. The Hollow let out a ghastly cry as its mask crumbled away. The Hollow began to disintegrate into dust leaving no traces of its existence. Jack felt rather victorious. He decided flying so high would cause too many problems so he lowered his altitude to a glide about ten feet off the ground. He continued wandering the skies above the desert as he replaced the sword and shield onto his back.

A tall, imposing figure staggered haphazardly across the barren landscape. They didn't notice the stunted, warped trees, or the dry, crumbling dirt underfoot. Nor did they notice the genuine dark quality of the sky, as if the entire world were plunged within the midst of eternal gloaming. It knew very little, really, only two things. One, was hunger, a burning desire deep within it's monstrous gullet, a hunger that could only be sated by souls, something that there weren't any of in the area, at least none that it had found. The second was rage, a bitter mixture of anger and sorrow, compressed into a burning black ball deep within it, nestled neatly in the large perfectly circular hole that ran completely through it's chest. It's mask, as white as sun-bleached bone, shone dully within the dark world it might have called home, that is, if there were any true sources of light to reflect off of it.

It walked in a vaguely straight line, not particularly paying attention to anything. It didn't really have the mental faculties to really pay attention to anything, unless it fell into one of two categories. The first was food. Souls mostly, especially while still inside of their squishy human shells. The second was things that stopped it from getting food, things that tried to hurt it. It didn't like those things, and would avoid them if it had a choice. But it usually didn't. It wasn't very fast, so it was hard to run away. If it couldn't run away, then it had to try to fight, no matter how strong the thing trying to hurt them was.

It came to a stop, and if it had been sentient, it might have wondered just how long it had been wandering. In this dark realm, time was virtually meaningless. There were no clocks here, no watches or sundials. No way to look up at the sky and judge how much time had passed since the last time they had looked. And even if it were to look up at the sky, it wouldn't know what to make of it, anyways. In this dark world, all that mattered was eating, and looking for things to eat. It couldn't even remember the last time it had slept, it had been a very long time ago, of that it was sure. Sleeping was a very dangerous activity, for if it were to fall asleep, then the things which tried to hurt it could come and hurt it while it slept. Of course, it didn't actually realize this in so many words, it just knew enough that sleeping was dangerous, especially if it didn't find a hiding place first. So it continued walking, going forward because that is the only direction that it could go.

Only a moment later, or perhaps it was a week, a cry filled the air, sounding slightly muffled from the odd, somewhat repressive quality of the atmosphere in this world. It turned to face the direction the sound had come from, or at least seemed to have come from. Was it the sound of food, or of something that wanted to hurt it? The hunger was burning ever stronger within it, so it lumbered forward clumsily. The cries continued every so often, a loud, long cry that spoke of high emotions. But if they were joy, anger or pain, it had no idea. It just continued moving towards the source, stopping occasionally to lumber back and forth in a loose semi-circle, as if it were a hound tracking something down by it's scent. Once it determined the proper direction, it would continue on, lumbering forward implacably.

Eventually, finally, it reached the source. It was near the base of a large, withered tree. The source was prone, laying down on it's back. It was another creature like Espy, although it was much smaller. Whereas Espy was a towering beast, this new one was smaller, more slender, almost lithe. It's graceful contours would have made more of an impression on a mind capable of sentient thought, and even more of an effect were it not for the gaping wound in it's side. Espy drew closer, the scent of blood luring it ever closer like a siren song pulling it to either it's doom or a feast. It's slavering jaws worked eagerly, anticipating fresh meat.

But the injured Hollow was not so far gone as to make it easy on Espy. With a shout of rage, it lashed out wildly at Espy, it's claws sharp, sharp enough to cut Espy open easily. Espy pulled back, three gashes on it's arm leaking black tears. Espy roared in pain, and circled the other Hollow, taxing it's mind to try to find an opening to attack this thing that hurt it. It continued looking for quite some time, moving from one side to the other. But each time that it did, the injured Hollow struggled to keep itself ready to repel an attack.

As Espy continued searching for an opening, more and more details became clear even to it's limited intelligence. The prone Hollow had been hurt, that much was obvious. The wound was a large, roughly circular gouge cut out of it's side, most likely from the bite of a large creature, even bigger than Espy. Considering where they were, the creature that had caused the wound undoubtedly had to be some form of Hollow, whether it was a normal Hollow like either of the two of them, or something more advanced.

Espy had seen one of those advanced Hollows before. It had been stalking amongst the trees further than it usually liked to travel, when it suddenly froze, immobilized by a furiously strong level of spiritual pressure. Unable to move, it had only been able to quiver in nervousness and fear as it saw the source walk casually past, taking no more notice of Espy than Espy would have taken note of a fly. It was small, as small as a food, not bulky or muscular at all! Yet it seemed dangerous, more dangerous than anything it had ever seen or sensed before. Espy knew that if it were to attack it, the strange advanced Hollow wouldn't be injured in the slightest, all that would happen would be Espy's demise. Of that there was no doubt. So it quivered and shook, until long after the advanced Hollow had disappeared from sight into the dark bracken. Only then did the oppressive spiritual pressure lift, only then was Espy able to move freely. The first thing it did was roar in aggravation, and expend energy loping away from the advanced Hollow as quickly as it possibly could. Which, to be perfectly honest, wasn't all that quickly at all.

Even thinking back to that time made Espy pause in what it was doing. If an advanced Hollow had done this to the prone Hollow, maybe it shouldn't get involved. It didn't want to steal food from the advanced Hollow, it didn't want to do anything to draw an advanced Hollow's attention to itself. All it wanted was food, and to continue to live to find more food. It stopped it's sideways shuffling, giving up on trying to find a way past the prone Hollow's ragged defense. The injured Hollow seemed more intelligent than Espy, it seemed to look at it in confusion, almost understanding. Espy hunkered down, thickly muscled legs flexing as it did so. It just stared at the prone Hollow for a long time, trying to wrap it's brain around the predicament set before it. What was Espy supposed to do now? The injured Hollow wasn't food, not anymore. But it wasn't necessarily something that wanted to stop Espy from getting food, so what was it? As far as Espy knew, all life could be divided into those two categories, but this was something new.

Espy continued to watch the injured Hollow as it flinched, gradually pulling itself up to an awkward looking half-sitting position. It mirrored the injured Hollow's actions, sitting down with it's back against a tree. That was dangerous, sitting down fully like that made it take more time to get to it's feet, especially for a bulky Hollow like Espy. The smaller Hollow, if it wasn't injured, wouldn't have had a problem getting to it's feet in a second, but with it's grievous wound, it was likely no more graceful than Espy. So the two sat, facing each other, not doing anything. Time, already impossible to gauge, seemed to slow to a crawl, and Espy began to grow tired. Occasionally it's head would droop, only to pop back up when it noticed itself drifting off. It may not have perceived the injured Hollow as a threat, but that was far from saying that it trusted them.

But even so, weariness eventually caught up to Espy, and it's head fell. Slowly drifting off to a short, restful sleep, it wondered if it would ever wake up again. Within it's sleep, it dreamt. It dreamt of chaos, of flashing images and pain and blood and all manner of things beyond it's comprehension. It didn't understand the visions that it saw, the visions of a past life, a life as a young human. The visions were marred by overshadowing and foretelling, along with being horribly out of sequence. One second, the young human was alive and relatively happy, the next, bleeding and dying. Then alive again, and so on. The sheer confusion and the intensity of all of the different emotions thundered through Espy's head as it dreamt, leaving a chaos that would render it's waking mind ruled by two guiding instincts. Hunger and Fear. If a psychoanalyst were to have a chance to study Hollows, to inspect their dreams, they would perhaps discover that Hollows are not simply mindless brutes. No, it would be more apt to say they are insane, their thoughts have been scrambled, jumbled by the chaos of their own deaths. If this chaos were to be put in order, it is very likely that something new would come into being. Something that hadn't been seen before. Something powerful, and dangerous. But that was an impossibility, no normal Hollow would ever sit still and remain calm long enough for a psychoanalyst to do what they would need to do. No, they would instead simply try to eat the psychoanalyst instead.

When Espy finally woke up, it looked around slowly. Nothing seemed to have tried to attack it while it slept, something it was very thankful for. Also of note, the smaller Hollow had disappeared, the only sign of which direction it might have gone a long line through the dirt, like something being dragged. Or pulling itself along, which seemed more likely. Espy stared at the drag marks for a time, not really comprehending them, and then finally came to a decision. Turning at an angle to the drag marks, it set out again, once more not knowing where it was going. What it's destination was, what it hoped to find, what it wished to avoid, it didn't know any of it. But that didn't stop it from trying, from pressing on.

Skeith appeared in the baren wasteland. "Heh to think us hollows get this pitful place whilst the humans and shinigami get a more comfortable area" skeith says floating around in the area. He had decided to make himself far more powerful than he was and for he to do that he needed a couple of tecniques. "I have heard of many techniques shinigami use, so for thier techs i must learn my own, what should i learn first" skeith thought looking into the vast land of darkness and sand. "The move, Bala, i'll require it as one of my techniques and become stronger." skeith said beginnging to charge his power up in his hand. He tries to solidfy it but it won't hold together. "Damn, must keep trying. " skeith says pushing himself harder and harder. The power in his hand has built up to extreme measures now. "Ha, and now to fire it" skeith says, but when he tries to laucnh it off, all it does is explode in his face. Sending him flying back into a large stone. "Damn it" skeith yells punching the rock as hard as possible destroying it. "I must keep trying" skeith says powering up bala again to try and learn it. "Haaaaaaaaaa," the power starts to build in his hand becoming more and more powerful with each passing second. He then aims it at a rock that is a least 30 feet away. "Ha" skeith yells firing off bala at a rock blowing it to pieces. "Hmm, not good enough" skeith says contiuning to build and shot bala off at rocks and such, after 15 shots he stops. "Hmph i guess that is good enough for now but i must continue my training" skeith says begginngi to move farhter into the mainland of muchos. He moves farther to the east. In the barren place thier is only night, no day ever shines upon muchos. Skeith sees a group of hollows attacking each other over something about a soul, its a boy with his soul chain removed.

"The boy is mine, i brought him here" one hollow yelled trying to grab the boy out of anothers hands.

"Hes my dinner" the one holding the boy yells.

Skeith sighs. "The pitful truth of hollows, creatures who only think of themselves, me included in tha catorgory of course" skeith said moving over to the group. "Give me the boy, no one will eat his soul" skeith says holding out his hand.

"Hahaha, you wish to get this meal for yourself" the hollow holding the boy says. "I will devour his soul and that will be that" the hollow then raised the boy above his mouth in a attempt to eat him.

Skeith quickly moves, pulling out his sycthe, he slices off the hollows head. "I'm not kidding around with you fools" skeith says grabbing the boy from the holllows ashs.

"You don't know what you've caused " the other hollow says charging up some form of attack in his mouth.

"Fool, bala is a technique you shouldnt use so freely" skeith says charging up his own bala in his hand.

The hollow fired bala at skeith. Skeith moves out the way of the attack. "Heh, fool" he then runs to the hollows face and lauchs bala straight at his face taking his head off his shoulders. "Power, is something you don't need or know how to use" skeith says looking at the boy in his hands. Blood had rushed out of him and he was dead. "Heh, some things in this world are just not worth my time" skeith says making a small burial for the child."Time to keep moving" skeith says moving on only looking back at the boys burial sight.

((lol wow yea pretty obviuos huh))

Skeith sees the hollow and floats over to him, he had heard his remark about the move bala. "Hollow, i can teach it to you, but why do you wish to know it, also i have something i would like to know, if i were to promise you great power would you take it and join me or would you denie it" skeith says, he has been looking for allies so that he may become stronger.

Skeith looked at him "No, i will not you the technique, you will learn it from this battle" skeith said as he summoned a scythe to the battle field. "Teaching is something i don't do, anyway besides that if you just learn a move how will you know when to use it in a real battle" skeith says . "Now then let us begin your lesson" skeith then begins to chare up a large amount of spirtual energy into his hand., forming a red ball of energy. Just in case the young holllow attacked skeith would be reayd.