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II Palmtop Tiger II Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:24 pm
 The landscape of Hueco Mundo is a seemingly never-ending white desert, with dunes like those of the Sahara. The desert is littered with what appear to be boulders and shrivelled trees, but these are actually a form of quartz. In Hueco Mundo, the moon is on the opposite lunar phase of that in the Human World. The vast desert also seems to lack any bodies of water. Like in Soul Society, the atmosphere is filled with Reiryoku in the form of Reishi, but it is more concentrated, thus allowing smaller Hollows to gain nourishment despite the lack of Human souls. Like that in real world deserts, active life in Hueco Mundo appears to be few and far between. Hollows generally seem to dwell below the surface or in other areas until something provokes them to leave their shelter, like the intrusion of a foreign entity. According to the Shinigami, all Hollows dwell in Hueco Mundo regardless of their shape, size, or power.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:26 pm
In a certain space of the the vast expanse of Hueco Mundo's desert, miles from the base of the Da'at, there came a shimmer of light, almost like a mirage. A young man became apparent within this shimmer of light, suddenly becoming solid after a moment or two. Tomomi Iwakuro slumped to the ground, tossing up sand as he hit. He was breathing, but barely, and he appeared to be in a comatose state. Reiatsu fluctuated around him, alerting the hollow around him of his presence, but it was very faint. As the many hollows began to converge on this new source of food, the Captain Commander's spirit attempted to lash out, but soon fell unconscious as well.
[Short and crappy, but yeah, this is how Tomomi got there.]
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II Palmtop Tiger II Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 2:28 pm
One of a kind they say ▼ they've never seen before ▼ Investigate the aberration ▼ disorder in the core
There is no way out
Sand was never disturbed was Ori made his appearance some 15 feet away from the spot. This was due to his tendency to 'hover' about the ground, making his steps silent as a cats paw-pads. His Reiryoku was under control and suppressed, seeing no reason in making himself noticed to the other Hollow, all it would bring about was their death, which was unavoidable in the long run. Stepping forward towards the crowd of Hollow fighting over the body, grabbing each other and ripping others away, all in a fight for their meal. Ori rolled his eyes at their feral and unintelligent behavior. When he wanted a meal, at that stage, he would kill everyone else trying to get to his meal before he would actually eat it. That way he had more.
As he came to be an arms length away from the mass of Hollow, Ori reached out and grabbed the should of one, crushing it as he clasped down. The Hollow let out a roar into the desert and all the others looked, seeing Ori only made them stagger back, thinking about what they should do: Run, or try and kill him as well. Ori yawned as he lifted the now debilitated Hollow, through him up and flicked a finger at him, a cero forming at the tip and literally obliterating the Hollow to nothing. Ori left his eyes closed after his yawn, for a more dramatic appeal to what came next. He stopped on his next step, and slowly opened his eyes. They were filled with a love for the kill, and the Hollow realized it quite quickly. Ori loved spilling blood of anything, blood was blood no matter the body it poured from. They began to run, slipping and tripping up over each other. Ori gave a small laugh at the expense before laxly lifting his right hand and forming a cero, running it from right to left continuously, killing all but one. The one he saved, he pointed to stand right next to him.
After they were out of the way, Ori witnessed the body that showed upon his Radar. It was a Shinigami, and a captain at that. He could tell by the Haori. Ori moved to the body and put his foot on it, pushing him over. Ori saw his chest move and found him to be alive, but comatose. This was all the better for him. He grabbed him by the neck and flipped him over his new Hollow 'cart'. "Do not take this as a kindness. You will die. However, eat him, and you will die sooner. So allow me to make your life useful for you, and carry him for me." He kicked the Hollow to get him moving, stepping up onto his back as well. Ori stood atop the Hollow, figuring what he wants to really do with the new body. Only one thing kept creeping into his mind.
|Exits to Da'at| My name is Ori Shikoku De Nou ▲ one you will not understand ▲ I am one you will fear ▲ and one who will break your will Your pain is music to my ears:Forever, it is I.
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 7:37 pm
┗I am below the Praise, the Majesty, the Splendour, the Submission.┓
_____ ┗I am below the Pillar of Mercy, Perpetuality, the Victorious..┓
__________┗I am above the Kingdom, the creation of the creators..┓
___________________________ ┗But most of all.. I am the reflection of all my Brothers and Sisters;┓
___________┗The Balancer of their reflections..┓ Special ThemeJacques arrives in the desert after the Negación. He begins walking; not sure if to head to Da'at, or just keep walking. Neida wasn't very heavy for him, so carrying her to Da'at wouldn't have been much of a problem. Jacques had a realization come to mind, "I'm actually holding Neida.." As Neida has always been against men, except for her good acquaintance with Jacques, he was surprised he was able to do so without her disapproval of some way. Neida had fainted in his arms on the journey in to Hueco Mundo, though.
Jacques stops and looks around, and continues walking. He does a low sigh, "We shouldn't have to worry of Ori, nor Zenos, as they should realize that we cannot win a war if their Captains can be so powerful. If they try to kill us, let them.. All I care is that I have you in my arms, Neida. If they come, then they must kill me to get to you.. It may seem selfish, but I don't want to watch you die. If they come for us, we have excuses for being here anyways... my fight, I had been taken prisoner, and I was able to escape, and you were near death so I took you and we left since we could not further battle. In doing so, we are still alive to fight another day.." This was definitely the most Neida may of heard come from Jacques. Something about this battle, he had so many words he had to speak through out it. That vizard... Tetsunosuke Harasawa; he would remember him, and would remind himself to fight the Vizard on equal grounds one day. | Translations: | || OOC: || ""
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 5:07 pm
---  ┏──────────────┓ xxΖenos Λthanasius xx[Immortal Stranger] xxxxαπό το έδαφος ┗──────────────┛ Malchut Sephira - Being of Lowliness
Not much had happened in Hueco Mundo after their defeat at the hands of the Shinigami. Ori was dead, so that made Zenos the leader of their ragtag group, and quite frankly he couldn't care less what they did. There had been no scolding on his end, and as long as he was left alone, they stayed alive. He had fallen asleep on top of Sakuya, naked no less, but he had left long before she woke up. Due to both Ori and Kazuma being dead, Jacques was the only one of the three that had interrupted him and Sakuya earlier that morning that remained alive. However, due to both his failure and the interruption, he was killed by Zenos shortly after he had regained his power. Desiring a change of pace, the immortal decided upon heading to the Human World and checking up on his home town. It was vastly different, but while he had been there, he was able to pick up on an aura he had thought to be lost forever. It appeared his sister had survived the attack from the vampire that had blooded him. Her fate after that was uncertain, naturally one would assume she'd die of old age, but he wasn't so sure. If he was immortal as a result of the attack, maybe his sister had been stuck with the same fate. Still, if she were like him, why had he not managed to find her for almost a millennium? He decided on his own not to return to Heuco Mundo for several days, deciding that Sakuya would be fine, and instead spent four days in the area, researching a multitude of things at once. He had come across a lead when he was stopped by a man Sweden who remembered seeing what he described as a "carbon copy, but female version" of Zenos, frozen in a bock of ice somewhere in Asia.
It wasn't exactly the most helpful piece of information, given Asia's size, but it was a start. It was good news too, nothing to make Zenos excited or any sort of emotion, but good news nonetheless. After that, he could find no other information and simply left, returning to his home and Sakuya who was, he assumed, his girlfriend. He had initially quirked an eyebrow at the thought; he, an immortal, with a girlfriend. Something just wasn't right about that. Upon his return on the fourth night, Zenos had approached Ori's old room and had used his Ressureccion to flash-petrify every inch of the room and it's contents to preserve it. It was meant to be somewhat symbolic, Zenos didn't particularly care for Ori, but he couldn't argue he had been a decent leader. He at least deserved to have his junk preserved. After this, Zenos sealed the doorway, melding it into the rest of the wall, then altered the corridors, making the room impossible to locate from then on without destroying the Da'at.
After relations with Sakuya, a bit of sleep --he only required a little--, and a breakfast of iron ore, Zenos had left the Da'at and headed into the desert without a word to anyone. He now stood with his arms folded over his bare chest and his feet spread apart as he stared off into the horizon where the sand met the night sky. As per his unspoken command, several large boulders began to rise out of the sand and into the air before they were subject to rapid erosion until they were reduced to nothing but dirt. The noise from this action prompted a mass of Hollow to clamber out of the sands at his feet and approach him, intent on taking his life for interrupting whatever they were doing. Without batting an eye, and seemingly without paying any attention to them, Zenos directed the sand all around him to converge on each of the several hundred hollow, then directed it to crush them until the sand was soaked with their blood. Amidst the screeches of the dying Hollow, Zenos narrowed his eyes and continued to stare into the horizon while he muttered to himself. "Θα σας βρώ, όλοι σας."
Once a few minutes, or perhaps even a few dozen minutes had passed, Zenos turned away, touching his face with his open palm like one might when experiencing inner turmoil. It wasn't in his nature to be stationary for too long, so it was quite time to start moving again. There was no sense in remaining in this place for much longer, not even for Sakuya. He liked her, but he would not be tied down by anyone or anything. He'd return to the Human World for the time being, and later check the Seireitei for information. The archives might have been destroyed, but he was sure someone must know something useful. Lowering his hand from his face, the Sephira moved it upwards and tapped the empty air in front of him, cracking it with the nail of his index finger. The tear in space quickly zippered open to reveal a swirling black cavern that he stepped into with haste. He began walking as soon as the floor formed between his feet, waiting for the familiar sound of the inter-dimensional portal closing before continuing on his way.
|Exit| ...and thus the world is petrified. ►Translations◄
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