This confinement nicknamed the Desolate Chambers due to the image that it has been abandoned for centuries is actually home to the currently incarcerated vizards whose presence there are only known by few. The building is not guarded however the amount of sekkiseki stones planted around and inside its walls triples that of the Nest of Maggots making sure anything inside could never make its way outside. Those within these walls have been forgotten by time, they were shackled and bound from head to toe and left to rot by those who put them here. Each vizard within has been put in a metal casting which covers their entire body save for their faces, the bindings have sekkiseki stones implanted around them causing the shackles to constantly sap the reiatsu from those captive inside. Each metal cast has an individual keyhole, the keyring itself held onto by the warden.
内側の悪魔と踊る ❝C A P T A I NX K A LX M U B A R A K❞ Captain of Squadron Sevenxxxxxxxxx Zanjutsu Masterxxxxxxxxx Death's Reaper ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
真実はライオンのようである xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"I am the lion hearted man; fear my roar." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'The truth is like a lion; you don't have to defend it. Let it loose; it will defend itself.'
xxxxx Through the dark chambers of this strange place. A man that was once considered holy sat. His body was motionless due to the mental cast put on his body. His hair had grown longer and his body began to grow weak. However, through the years he was never thought to be a man that would betray the Soul Society. You see this man was a man of his word and even with that being said he still went on his word. Now as he sits inside of his chamber he is alone and forgotten. Forgotten by those he once protected many years ago. He who knows of him knows god...
xxxxxxA groan could be heard from the depths of the halls inside of this strange place. It was the awakening of the great Kal Mubarak. His hair, long as if it had been growing for years on end. His beard, grew out and made him seem a lot different than he use to be. He was weak and couldn't really remember much about himself or time. He had been here for many years and yet, he could not remember who he once was. His personality changed completely. He was now a master of getting into the minds of others without having much of a problem. However, people began to despise this and rotted away before he could entertain himself with their lives. He moved up and began to look around the dark room, trying to free himself by wiggling his body. It was a failed attempt but he managed to free up some space for his hands to move slightly. "I will be getting out of here soon." He said to himself with a low voice before looking down at his lap.
Captain Mana had decided that he best return to his division, the recent hollow attacks left him uneasy about how well his walls may be standing but it turned out his fears were invalid. The men and women guarding his division had fended off any potential danger, although still he made his way to the facility known as the Desolate Chambers, an old rickety looking prison that was supposedly not in use. These were all lies fabricated by himself and the Captain Commander who had locked up the abominations within, the tainted shinigami that tried to mix themselves with hollows. As he stood outside the prison he could tell there was no damage and nobody new inside, feeling a sense of relief he felt something wrap around his hand. Looking down his eyes met with the dark grey of Jishinmusume and he smiled slightly bending down on one knee to get a better look at the shorter spirit. He lifted her hood analyzing her dark skin, seeing a dry blood stain he sighed and licked his finger to rub away the black stuff. "You need to be more careful little one, I was worried you were caught in the sixth division's bankai" he sighed to himself as the petite zanpakuto looked at him as if he were some kind of fool. She grinned stupidly in his direction before crossing her arms, clearly upset with her friends lack of faith. "You think I'd let some half-baked captain get the better of me? If he hadn't used that I would have buried that woman earlier" the serious tone she took on prompted a laugh from the tenth division captain, she seemed very full of herself despite the fact that Mana was quite certain even he wouldn't have been able to take her on by himself, perhaps if he activated bankai but otherwise no. Still the amount of confidence his greatest friend held made him feel a little more sure of himself, the two weren't exactly the same in all respects but Jishinmusume was still supposed to be a reflection of his soul and he could see pieces of himself within her. He was glad he had a chance to speak with her, it had been a very busy day and he hadn't been able to talk much with her today, he was confident in the other captains abilities and knew his help was no longer needed to quell the hollow invasion now that the primera was incapacitated.
Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 3:06 pm
Coram Arrel Strut ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ █[Bitches get Stitches]-[lightpink]-[Sass canon]█
◕◣Coram sat still in his irons. He had for many years. Sitting was something everyone became a custom to down here. There was nothing for any of them to do down here. Except wait. What were they even waiting for? Why didn’t they just kill the monsters the soul society ruled them to be. Why wait? Coram was tired of waiting. He was tired of a lot of things. He always missed his freedom. Being able to go anywhere he please. He shook his head and did what he normally did. Sleep. At least there he could escape and feel something. Coram laid down, his irons hard against his body. For the longest time Coram was unable to sleep in these, but after a couple hundred years you get use to it. His eyes slowly closed, his mind flooded with colors and noises. He was outside. In his dreams he could go where he pleased; do whatever he wanted.. who ever he wanted. Having control over his dreams was nice. Like a form of meditation.
◕◤From the cell a little way away from him Coram could hear the groan. Even from his dream he could hear it. Waking up Coram shuffled. “Hey, guy. Keep it down! We don’t want the Guards to be all like ‘Quiet down blah blah blah’” Coram made slight hand puppets enacting the b***h faced guards. He sat back. Coram himself didn’t give a damn. In fact he wanted the guards to come by so he could sass them a little. There was one that was actually kinda cute. Maybe he could stop by and help a friend out with a few things. Coram smirked at the thought. It had been a long time since Coram had gotten some a** around here. Could you blame the poor guy? If there was ever a chance of him getting out, Coram would have to find a nice a** to hit cause damn did he need it. He lied, that would be the second thing. First would be a shower. Just let the water run over his once highly muscular body. He’s also have to work on the too, who was going to find a man with a weak body. He couldn’t go runnin around like that. Ugh. What was a boy to do? There was so much he would have to make up for. Like eating well, Sex, fighting, killing things. Just too much. Coram would simply have to start somewhere. It was just a matter of where. The list was huge.
xxxxxNoire's eyes widened at the emptiness of the room. Only a single guard remained, a 10th Division guard. "Where are the rest of my Vizard?" The guard blinked in shock at Mana's disheveled body. He reached for his blade, but stopped as Noire shunpoed directly in front of him. "...If you mean the disgusting... tainted... vile monsters... In-between 12th Division experimentation and execution... And Captain Mana getting bored... There's only two left." Noire slashed his throat with a quick, clean, and merciless slash. The blood rushing out to land on Mana. Turning his head towards Mana, he cruelly stated, "Oh, yes... the pain you will endure... will be... most complete." Inside, Noire mourned for the loss of his brothers and sisters. He was lucky to have at least saved two. To further humiliate Mana and secure his victory, he decided he would unleash the prisoners of the 10th Division. Using his reiatsu, Noire placed his palm on the ground. "Hadō no. 33 Sōkatsui." The spell ripped open a hole beneath Noire, from which he shunpoed safely from. Hundreds of prisoners began to poor out and run.
xxxxxUsing some of the reiryoku that he passively recovered, Noire then began to state, "Hidō no. 69 Sentan Hakuja." A massive white cloth then formed spinning around to wrap Kal Mubarak, Coram Arrel, Mana, and himself. They would now be group transported. The white cloth wrapped and tightened around all of them. They would find themselves at the Senkaimon. Noire had been successful this day. Successful in his first assault. He essentially destroyed the 10th Division. He captured a Captain and rescued two of his comrades.
"...Bow down and recognize your King!"
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Dreamy Maple
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2014 10:06 am
The dark cells had been left unattended for the most part ever since their prisoners had escaped. If they had been conveniently forgotten before, they were not outright ignored and crammed full of sekkiseki stone to further discourage visitors. It could have been that the Gotei 13 didn't want anyone visiting the site of one of their biggest embarrassment, but the more quick-witted ones would come to a very different conclusion.
A bright light appeared just out of the sekkiseki stone's range of effect. Once the light had died out, a flurry of white clothes spinning in the shape of a dome could be spotted. Underneath it all was a cloaked woman with a rather large bag. As soon as her spell had finished settling down, she slipped her way into the run-down building. She knew her way, hinting that she had had the time to recon the area beforehand, and went straight for a series of large boulders that had been installed as far from the cells as possible.
There, she took out what appeared to be a drill and what must have been a heavy battery as energy source and began digging her way into the numerous sekkiseki stones. Half-way through them, she stopped, dusted the area with gloved fingers and extracted their contents: zanpakutos, one for each escaped inmate. Then, she quickly packed her things, making sure to leave no trace of her presence, even going as far as dusting away her footprints before taking out a few strands of hair that she scattered around the area. Then, she took out what appeared to be an artificial hand made of synthetic skin. She put it on her and started placing her palm at strategic locations. The hair and fingerprints she was planting into the area had been taken from Nanashi Yamamoto's personal quarters and would incriminate her. Unfortunately, the real culprit had inadvertently collected prints and hair of a Jack Mallory when the third division captain had shared some intimate moments with the Kenpachi.
Once done, she packed her things, double-checked to make sure no traces of her apart from what she had intentionally left could be detected and left in the very same way she had come.
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