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(600 words reached, learned garganta. 25 words toward next skill)

jen hopped off the icy hollows hand. "Did ya know you have cold hands?" She babbled, ;ooking about she held a hand over her eyes, "So this is where we do it eh? so, like, we try and find some humans and get to em?"

"Human world, Human world, Human world!" she cried waving her ahands around and dancing. all she managed was rippling the air. Salte Pichi stopped, what was she missing, she said where she wanted to go....

waving her arms again she rippled the air, she could almost feel the links holding the sky together, slapping the bonds with her arms was not working. Concentrating an her hands for a moment she wondered if she could make her hands sharper? her hands glowed faintly, waving her ams like a deranged dandylion, she slapped the stronger points of the ripple and managed to get a small rent that sealed up again.

With a almost too cute squeal, she tried again whipping her arms in a circle to make a door, "I WANT TO GO TO THE HUMAN WORLD PLEASE!!" the sky tore open a slot beg enough even for Mr. Vic to get through.

"I DID IT!" She squeaked hopping around "SO COOL!"

(25-203=22 cool
Total ~ 828

Salte looked up at Mr Vice. It made her sad to think of losing her new friend. "I don't want to lose you Mr. V" her happy mask contrasted with the sad voice. "But you got it big bro! BANZAI" She cried all bouncy and happy again. She hopped through the hole in the sky.

(228-56=284)
Total ~ 884

(now do we hop into the human thread?)

He came back at night, there were far less people there. Stepping boldly out of the rift he surveyed the grounds, checking for another trainer to victimize. He saw a few creatures a distance away practicing garganta together, an odd small-huge pair. The short one springy, red and he could hear her talking from this far away; The tall blue one with gnarled looking small wings trampling the ground on all 4’s. He watched them for a time, up until the point they formed a portal and disappeared.

He continued his search in vain for a while, staring bleakly at the blue hued sands across Hueco Mundo. He glanced at the ever crescent moon, the bone white crystal trees that sprouted from the never-ending still surface of the dunes. He flopped onto his back and stared at the starless sky, wondering when he would attempt his first trip back to earth, and revel in the rot and destruction humanity once was.
Suddenly he felt a stronger spirit pressure condense around him, a rip opening just a short distance away. A boy stepped out, no older than his eldest son, and glanced around, his vivid eyes sadly reflecting the beauty around him. “That’s who I need.” Vlad said, wondering if the fellow hollow would help him train, or if he would just pass him off like a fly. With caution thrown out the window, Vlad approached the boy, “You are powerful.” he said, “I need powerful. Will you help me mold this spirit bullet?” He hated that he sounded like he was groveling, but had no other choice, power is power and he needed to learn.

The boy turned around to see who was bothering him, a medium sized hollow stared back at him, blood red beady eyes set in each of the 4 eye holes. “And how, pray tell, could this benefit me in any way?” He asked, aware that this was the same hollow who had ripped Onikuma into pieces. Vlad thought for a moment, choosing the words he spoke very carefully, making sure to keep himself out of any binding agreements, “I would be here, for your convenience, to be used when matters are… too much for a solo performance. Not to be confused with mundane tasks however, but simply an unleashed dog for you to… guide towards destruction.” He finished with a coy, shallow bow, sweeping his arm below himself dramatically.

The boy took the speech and gesture, swirled it around in his mouth, opened it wide and extended his tongue, pretending to spew it up. “Phym.” He said with his tongue still sticking out, he turned around and began tromping across the desert, away from the others, Vlad on his heels. “What you have to remember”, the boy began, “is that you’re solidifying your rieatsu. Most hollows believe that by solidifying just the front of the cero or bala that it will work in the same fashion. This is obviously false, the entire bullet must be solid, otherwise it’s like shooting a cloud at someone… useless.” He made a fist and aimed his knuckles at the nearest crystal tree. In a great red flash the small boy released a massive blast, vaporizing the tree, sand, and rocks behind it; they continued walking. Vlad stood stunned; this boy had immense power far beyond what he originally thought. “The easiest way I’ve found to concentrate your reiatsu is to ball a fist, that gets your blood pumping, and helps your reishi flow smoothly from one opening to the next.” He clenched his fist, “Then meditate on a single massing point, like the center of your palm”, the child says, bringing his hand close to his chest, a deep red reishi dribbled from his skin and began forming a tightly-knit ball, “And release.” He breathed out. The blast was incredible, and lit the area around them like the sun, Vlad turned his head and shaded his eyes, watching the result. A melted streak of glassed sand leading to a crater, endlessly large and forever falling, it looked as if a Menos Grande could curl up comfortably inside it.

Vlad looked at the boy with awe, his green fluffy hair poking through the bone-mask he wore. “Who are you?” He said, reveling in his abilities to find strong trainers, “I am Ulquiorra.” Said the boy, then he vanished; Vlad looked around for the boy, turning full circle, then he noticed something. The path of glass was in front of him, his hands were smoking. He had performed the bala, not Ulquiorra.
“So..who..what was that?” he questioned out loud. He turned and opened a hole back into the Hueco Mundo he enjoyed, deep below the surface. As the portal closed behind him, a quick rush of air blows the sand below it aside, revealing a bone mask, and bloodied, green, fluffy hair.

Vice slowly comes out of the portal "i am not sure little one... prehapes it has to do with the holes we have..the part we miss that makes us hollow." he laughs alittle and catches her with one large hand "it would seem i did"

he laughs alittle and lets her go, he watches as she dangels from her spring like foot "i supose you do little one" he rubes her furry body with a finger

he laughs alittle "maybe so little one maybe so" he lays down in the sand
(it would seem so. ^-^thanks)

"im not sure Salte" he glances at his small friend "their are many, such as opening the portal" he closes his eyes "their are moves that only one hollow can learn, it's special powers"