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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:45 pm
Accapello sat huddled in her small ruin cave, shuffling her objects of her past around on the dirt ground. Her tiny hands picked up her red crayon, her favorite treasure from before the demolishment of her home. Her red crayon and her cloths. Her dress was in shambles, ripped and stained from her escape. Her legs and arms were littered with scratches and bruises... not from the past but the present. There were things out there, things that tried to hurt her when she was out looking for food.
She set the crayon down next to her fan and brought her little knees to her chest; pulling a strand of hair through her fingers in a nervous fashion. She gazed towards the exit of her small cave, barely large enough for her to get into. Barely large enough for her to get out of...
"I don't want to eat..." She said quietly...
--yes I am the same person. Split and accapello are. I just am having trouble with that account... bear with me. <3
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:09 pm
He left it all behind.
The second that other arrancar had opened the garganta back into this world Torrik was gone within the blink of an eye from the gate. To ensure that he met no opposition while he moved, the arrancar jumped using Sonido every twenty miles or so. The dust kicking up from his heels served as the only evidence to his presence.
As he moved about, he glanced this way and that, taking in the scenery of his real home. Though to most who set foot in Hueco Mundo saw it as a black and white, desolate wasteland, Torrik saw it differently. The black sky was rich with golden sunlight that reflected off the white sands. Though the air was chill and crisp with emptiness, he could feel the heat in the wind hitting him in the face. Though his memories of his true home were the cause of this delusion, he did not care nor did he want to face the reality of it. This was home now and it was what he made of it.
In the distance lay a pile of rubble where a magnificent structure once stood. It did not surprise him in the least that even a few insignificant fragments of the place were still visible from all corners of the world. In spite of his hatred for the fortress, he continued to move toward it. Something was calling to him from within the depths and he wasn't about to ignore it. In his most brilliant dreams, he'd find Aizen, lying defeated and soaked in his pitiful shinigami blood and begging for death. It would be at that point where Torrik would shove his fist down his throat, just to serve a fraction of the pain that he went through.
The rubble still lay on top of the horizon and far away as ever but Torrik's senses told him he was getting closer. The hope was rising in his chest with every step he took.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 7:36 pm
She hugged her legs to her chest a bit more, pulling her red crayon closer to her feet and looking at it... all her memories written in red crayon. Drawings in red crayon. Walls with red crayon. Red crayon. In fact, the outside rubble had scribbles, hundreds of scribbles in rainbows of colors; all in red crayon. Drawings of her past life. Stick figures of her old 'friends'. Pools of blue blood. Orange faces. All things she remembered.
Littered around the rubble was crayon wrappers. As she had colored all this time, she ran out of crayon and she'd toss the paper to the wind. Prisms of colorful paper. She was down to one crayon. Her favorite crayon. And she wouldn't use it to color. She reached out with her tiny fingers and rolled it around. Her black hair fell down into her face and she put her arms around her head and sighed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:26 am
Step, blur, step, blur, step, blur... It was a repetitious journey. At some point, Torrik thought he'd seen other hollows lumbering about in the sands but didn't think twice to stop and say "hello" with his claws. Though he was still hungry from years of lying dormant, he could wait. The riatsu emitting from the fallen fortress grew stronger, letting him know that he was drawing near. By this time, he was certain he had felt this spiritual pressure before but was unable to remember. Unfortunately for him, the hopes of finding Aizen had melted away as the arrancar realized that it wasn't his. If it were, he'd be hesitant, almost frightened of the man's malevolent powers. It was insulting, but true.
Was it Triox or Hogosha? Those two bastards were almost as deserving to receive the punishment Torrik had in mind. They were always so smug like two of Aizen's favorite lap dogs- snapping at everyone's heels, barking orders, and faithful to their master. Mindless pugs. The satisfaction to gain from pulling out their tongues and beating them to death in the face with them suited Torrik just fine.
Suddenly, Torrik leaned back, allowing his heels to drag into the sand. Fortunately, it was just enough to slow him down before he smacked into a piece of the great wall that once surrounded Las Noches. Glancing upward and crouching down, he calculated the height of the structure with his sharp eyes. Then, without further delay, he extended his legs and launched himself up the wall and landed gracefully on the top. He perched for a moment, taking in the site. The absence of the gigantic dome-like barrier that concealed the place told him that everything was no longer in service here. The integrity of the structure was certainly destroyed from the inside out minus a few crumbing walls that still remarkably stood. The tracks of other hollows riddled the ground from every direction. Even the sand managed to flood in with possible attempt to reclaim the domain.
Scanning the entire area, Torrik didn’t see any movement, yet something else immediately caught his eye. There was something scribbled against the wall in red.
He leapt down from the wall, landing before the hull of writing at a crouch. He studied it, noting that whatever made the “artwork” was done in crayons. The drawing was difficult to make out as it was half worn away by the abrasive dust and sand. Reaching out, he placed his clawed fingertips on the drawing, feeling the familiar riatsu flowing into him, restoring a memory.
Accapello…
The riatsu he had been feeling since his arrival to Hueco Mundo had been hers. Whether or not she was alive was the next question. Has it been the crayon drawings that emitted her riatsu or was it something else?
It wasn’t like him to call out to someone. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he possessed the ability to yell. Instead, he did it in another way. If he was unable to find who he was looking for, then perhaps they could find him first.
He stood up and closed his eyes. Focusing the spiritual pressure inside himself, he mentally formed it into an orb. Although he wasn’t the best at riatsu manipulation, this was an easy task for anyone who called themselves a spirit. Once he was satisfied, he focused the riatsu to collapse upon itself, causing an internal explosion that burst its way out. An orange shockwave emitted from the arrancar’s feet, causing a large crater around him and the sand beneath to rumble.
It was bound to catch someone’s attention. Good or bad. Regardless, Torrik did not move from that spot.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:59 am
Accapello's drawings had given her someway to keep her memories of the past with her; so she wouldn't forget. Like that one time she drew that nasty ugly man a picture, because she felt bad that his head got beat up; and he pretended he didn't like it but put it in a place only he could look at it. She liked that memory. Or when she was on earth and was at a playground when she was attacked and battled with that shinigami woman; who chased her under the merry go round. That was nice too. And then there were drawings of Torrik. Lots of mishapen drawings of him. She liked that memory most.
She yawned, shifted in her small cave and getting comfortable. She could feel someones presence not far, but ignored it as half the time if she bothered to go see who it was; they tried to hurt her. She reached down and pulled the tattered remains of her dress down over her feet; to keep them warm. She was beginning to lay down when an explosion startled her upright; and she had to cover her things from the falling bits of pebbles and other things that shifted from the blast.
A battle! She quickly grabbed her fan and her red crayon; stuffing them into her faded obi; and peeked her head out of the small cavern, looking around with wide blue eyes; her black hair drifting in the sandy wind. She didn't see anything at first; as her little haven was down low on the ground, so she crawled out; and on hand and knee; crawled up onto the very top of the pile of stone. As soon as she neared the top; she looked down and stared at the face of someone she had drawn hundreds of times.
"T..." She started to say his name; but got scared. It couldn't be him! She was sure he had died in the blast; like some of them had. She had found one body who's body was apart from the top half; smashed in two... "Big brother?" She asked, looking as though she may start climbing back to her cavern... she wasn't sure if her eyes were lying. Or someone else was. There was a few of them that were good at that.P.S. Going to see the Dogman at the frankfort theater. Should be sweeeeet!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 11:13 am
Torrik waited, patiently. He was expecting other hollows to come crawling out of the rubble any moment. He wasn’t really in the mood to fight them off if they were to attack him. Eventually, he figured a mindless battle would be inevitable, now that he was back in Hueco Mundo. Nonetheless, he was prepared for it, keeping a bit of riatsu gathered in his feet in case he needed to move quickly at moment’s notice.
Finally, there was a sound. There was life out there after all. His eyes narrowed, scanning the vicinity for what it was. He then glanced upward to spot a small girl in tattered white clothing and long black hair covering half her face. She was frozen in place, staring at him with wide, terrified blue eyes. Like her, he was unable to believe what he was seeing and was frozen on the spot at first. It wasn’t until she spoke that he snapped to his senses. Yep, it was her.
He unleashed a relieved sigh.
She’s alright.
He didn’t say a word, but instead resided himself to a relaxed posture then raised a hand and beckoned her to come with a single finger. Although she couldn’t see it under his scarf, there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He didn’t think he would be, but he was actually glad to see her alive. Now he’d be no longer taunted by the guilt of leaving her behind. Her survival, was nothing more than remarkable to him. Certainly there were much stronger beings of their kind once contained within these walls and he didn't as much as smell their presence. Then again, they had always underestimated Accapello. Not that he saw any strength in her either. She was still his fraccion for a reason though. Now, it was going to be so once again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 1:16 pm
Accapello stared at him... for a long time. Even when he moved and his hand and beckoned to her. She lowered slightly on the rock; staring at him. It was him; wasn't it? She stood up higher. How could this be. So many had died. So many; crushed and ripped apart. Just pieces left.
She started to climb down the pile of rubbish, her tiny bare feet gripped the rocks; yet she stepped delicately and the closer she got the easier it was to see why. Her feet were covered in cuts and scrapes and bruises. Along with her arms and legs, her face... everything seemed battered and bruised. She finally stepped onto the dusty ground, looking up at him with a big toothy grin; before she ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his leg and hugging him tightly. "Torrik!" She wrapped her fingers in his pant leg and buried her face into the fabric. "You're okay! I missed you so much Torrik! I thought-" She mumbled something into his leg. "-I thought you were dead. Like everyone else... dead dead dead." She started to shake and little sobs escaped her.
She looked up at him with watering blue eyes. "I thought you were all dead." Tears dribbled down her cheeks like rain. "I was so scared when the walls started to shake. I hid... everyone else ran and... the walls fell down. I was stuck... under all the rocks." She started to look panicked. "I stayed there for.. ever.. and then I got out... and no one was here... and then... they wanted to hurt me..." She started to mumble nonsense all of a sudden, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands gripping his leg tightly, almost painfully so. "I couldn't find you.. You were lost and I couldn't find you... So I stayed... cause I knew you'd come home."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:05 am
For a moment, Torrik didn’t peer down at the girl. He could tell by her incoherent, slurred speech that she was crying. Hearing this sound coming often from human children, he was already aware of what this scene looked like. He wondered for a moment why she would expose such an emotion for a deserter like himself but it was obvious that she didn’t know the truth. Surely if she knew that he had taken off before Las Noches’ fall and left her behind she would possibly be more angry at him than happy. He might never know for sure, because he wasn’t going to tell her that. Instead, he’d repent for his behavior by sucking it up just this once and not walk away. Had he known that this was going to happen, he wouldn’t have left in the first place.
He never saw himself as worthy of having someone by his side. His irresponsible behavior often made him feel that it would eventually get himself or others killed.
Reaching down, he placed a hand on the girl’s head and finally glanced down at the mess of black hair. Though it covered most of her body from his point of view, it wasn’t enough to be able to see some of the scrapes and cuts on her feet and arms. Her condition was poor, to say the least. This made him feel a twinge of anger. Was it at Aizen, this place, or himself? He wasn’t entirely too sure at the moment.
That’s what I get for assuming this place would protect her.
Torrik waited patiently for Accapellos babbling to cease and the tears to dry. For some odd reason, he felt the need to wipe them away himself but figured that his claws would just add to the cuts on her skin if he wasn’t careful. Eventually, he removed his black scarf and draped it over the girl’s head and shoulders. It was longer than she was tall and lay on the dusty ground on either side. To him, it looked as though her hair had grown longer and looked somewhat funny. What made it better was the awkward lump made by her mask fragment. For the first time in a long time, he resided himself to exposing the hole in his chest and the number 59 on his neck (two shitty memories) but it was worth the amusement. Well... maybe other things too.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 11:09 am
The burbling and sobbing started to diminish a bit and she simply stood there, holding onto his leg for dear life and rubbing her tears and most likely, snot; into the fabric. All her horrid times and fear and hunger was all gone, now that he was here. She was comforted by his silence. That was how she remembered him. This was him. It was really him. She sat there, her hands gripping the fabric until she felt something fall and veil her face. She reached up and grabbed it with her hands, feeling the fabric curiously; all sadness and woe forgotten.
She pulled it enough so that she could see him; and realized it was his scarf. She giggled, pulling it so it was only over her tiny shoulders; and wrapped it around a few more times; making her look even more comical. "Torrik... I missed you big brother..." She said softly, looking down to play with the hem of his scarf for a moment. "I knew you'd come home."
She looked up him, with the hole in his chest and the number on his neck and smiled; the kind of smile that she used too. Big, toothy, and hilariously stupid in a way. "Did you see all the rocks?" She pointed over towards the rubble and chaos that had been her hide away. "I cant' believe how many rocks were here afterwards..." She said simply, unraveling the scarf from around her neck rather slow and meticulous like; before offering it back to him. "Your scarf smells like you." She added
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:07 pm
At least she stopped crying...
Yeah, I missed you too...
As Accapello rambled on, Torrik gazed off into the distance for a moment.
At this point, he was uncertain of the future that lay before them. Now that they were entirely free from the b*****d Aizen, they were able to go wherever they pleased. However, he started to wonder just how far they’d get before running into trouble again. Hueco Mundo was a dangerous place crawling with beings like themselves that lived to eat one another to gain power. Earth, though more peaceful, was equally as dangerous with the shinigami protecting it. It was no place for their kind anyway. He hated to admit it, but Aizen’s fortress offered protection from the outside worlds. Although Torrik was strong enough to watch his own back, having Accapello back in the picture was different. He still didn’t trust himself enough to pull it off just yet.
He then remembered the other arrancar he had run into that opened the garganta for him back on Earth. She stated that a peaceful group of their own kind would be gathering somewhere to discuss something. For what, he still was uncertain. However, if they were to find strength in numbers, that would be it. Of course this time Torrik would make sure not to walk into another pathetic dictator’s attempt to use them. He was a lot wiser than he used to be.
At that moment his thoughts were diverted back to Accapello, who at that point was offering his scarf back to him. He stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should just let her keep it as her own clothing looked worse for the wear. He didn't need to be feeling the guilt of letting the child run around half-naked in the harsh desert climate.
Reaching down, he took it from her hand and held it about an arms length in front of him with one hand. In the blink of an eye, the long black scarf then became two as he used his free hand to slice the fabric. The severed half fluttered to the ground and landed at Accapello's feet. The longer portion that Torrik still held was returned to its rightful place around his neck. He could find a new one later if need be.
With that, he turned away. Having his mind made up on their next course of action, he took a few steps forward while focusing the riatsu within him. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and exhaled. Another ring of orange riatsu emitted from his feet and expanded outward, disappearing in all directions. Within the darkness under his eyelids, several flames of spiritual energy began to emerge. Once the picture was solid within his mind, his brown eyes flicked open.
"Let's go, Accapello." he managed to say while moving forward.
((You can do our exit post if you'd like. We're headed for Hueco Mundo))
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 9:34 pm
Accapello felt so much safer with him by her side. When he left; she felt a void open up around her that allowed everyone in. With Torrik at her side; no one would dare try anything. When it was her; alone... they tried. She recalled being chased by someone; she couldn't remember who; and having to hide in the rubble for days; while he waited for her to crawl out. She had sat and wondered, thought to herself... why not just release her inner self and battle the opponent.
But there was a major flaw in that idea. She was not built for one person against one person. She was meant for back up. She was supposed to provide assistance when needed. She was not made for that.
She watched as he took the scarf from her hands and cut it in half with his fingertips; her blue eyes widened. That was his favorite scarf. She grabbed the scarf piece that fluttered to her and wrapped it around her neck; like he did. She then beamed up at him. emotion_kirakira
"Okay!" She said gleefully, following him.
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