Las Noches is the deepest, darkest part of Hueco Mundo and it's where the Arrancar can be found along with the Vasto Lorde level of Menos Grande. They reside in the great Hollow Hall. Viciousness and Savagery is widely respected here. The Hollow Hall is the same that Aizen used back before his fall years ago. Now Arrancar and Vasto Lorde live here and train. Only the post powerful Vizards or Shinigami dare to venture into this area of Hueco Mundo and disturb the inhabitants.
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[Name: Negacion de Moreton [Denial of Bruise] - 6 Posts (600 words) Type: Healing Element: N/A Range: Melee Description: While Hollow are not ones to usually heal or care about the survival of their fellow comrades; Arrancar are different and have used their regained sense of humanity (If one could call it that) to keep their subordinates alive. By generating a small, localized field of negacion energy around an injury, an Arrancar can basically reverse time around it and restore it. [Heals 10% of the Caster's Spirit Power in HP]+10 - Cost 2 SE
Name: Caja Negacion [Negation Box] - 8 Posts (800 words) Type: Offensive/Sealing Element: N/A Range: Melee Description: By placing their palm on their target's chest, an Arrancar can inject a small black box of Negacion energy into them, which then warps and encases them before sealing them in a blank dimension for a short time. It's more effective on other Hollow and Arrancar, due to a Hollow Hole providing direct access to their core. - Has a Speed = user's Movement Speed. If the target is hit, and has less Spirit Power than the user's Spirit Power+15, They are sealed and removed from Combat for up to 2 Posts, Unable to Attack, Defend, or use Augments. In return they are unable to be attacked or targetted either. - Cost: 4 SE +2 SE to maintain. Special: If used against a Hollow or Arrancar; It can be maintained for up to 3 posts.
Name: Negacion de Lesion [Denial of Injury] - 9 Posts (900 words) Type: Healing Element: N/A Range: Melee Description: While Hollow are not ones to usually heal or care about the survival of their fellow comrades; Arrancar are different and have used their regained sense of humanity (If one could call it that) to keep their subordinates alive. By generating more concentrated, localized field of negacion energy around an injury, an Arrancar can regenerate damaged tissue and sometimes even missing limbs on a target. [Heals 10% of the Caster's Spirit Power in HP]+10; And restores 1 Major or lower Wound. - Cost 4 SE
Name: Cero Córnea [Zero Eye] - 10 Posts (1000 words) Type: Offensive Element: N/A Range: 80 Ft. Description: By manipulating Cero energy to one's eye, the user can produce a sort of X-ray burst to find their target before firing a smaller, but powerful cero laser from their eye-ball. If the user's Spirit Power is higher than their target's Intelligence; They can target them with this attack regardless of Stealth. It has a Speed = User's Speed+20, and a Power = to their Spirit Power+5. - Costs 4 SE - 1 Post CD
Name: Cero Oscuras [Black Cero] - 14 Posts (1400 words) Type: Attack Element: N/A Range: 100 feet Description: The Cero Oscuras is far more powerful than an average Cero, with a vast range and massive attack power. Usable by Arrancar in their released state. The attack has a Speed = User's Speed, and a Power equal to the user's Spirit Power+50, creating an explosion that hits everyone within a 60ft. radius of the target. - Costs 6 SE+1 SE per target beyond the first. - 2 Post Cool-Down Special: Cannot be used outside of Ressurecion, Segunda Etapa or Trecia Etapa.
Name: Hierro Titanio [Titanium Ironskin] - 20 Posts (2000 words) Type: Passive Element: N/A Range: Personal Description: Upon learning this, an Arrancar's Hierro becomes incredibly tough. This allows them to utilize Hierro against Spiritual Attacks as well as Physical and to use it one additional time per class of Hollow they were before transformation. [+1 Gillian, +2 Adjuchas, +3 Vasto]
Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 6:48 pm
Achana Sonozaki
Vasto-Arrancar
So it came to pass that the criminal mind known as Achana Sonozaki had evolved from a lowly human, into a Hollow, and had moved up the ranks to become known as one of the legendary Vasto Lorde Hollow. One of many who had strove to achieve that highest point of power and in the end her will was that strong to the point were she was able to become truly powerful. Though it had not been enough to just gain strength, no, it was the point were she could become most like her original self, but with all of abilities she had acquired through her ascension that she had desired most. The newly fledged, Vasto-Arrancar strode into the white halls of Las Noches. The white fortress was just as impressive as the day it was constructed, if not more, due to the years that the King and Queen of Hueco Mundo had to rebuild and improve on the ways of their forms and keep the order of strength in Hueco Mundo. Achana noticed other Numeros scampering by on the way to their tasks and duties..She had no duty now but to do as the King had ordered...train and train hard. There was no room for weakness in the ranks of Las Noches.
Upon navigating some winding halls, Achana used her pesquisa ability to locate the gathering of energy bursts and flaring reiatsu of the Numeros who would be training at the facilities near the center of the fortress. The open blue sky over a sea of sand, and it was beautiful to somebody who had only traversed in darkness and destruction. It was at that point that Achana had begun to watch and learn some of the techniques being used by the Arrancar there training. They resembled Shinigami's kidou powers, but they were stronger, and different, seeming to draw on the boundaries of evolution. Jokaido was what they were called and Arrancar were the main practitioners of this art, Shinigami had a hard time using it with a lack of Hollow powers and even then, they were likely a taboo secret among their ranks. "This is perfect..", she said to herself as the training occurred around her.
The queen of hearts picked out one Numeros to observe. Achana was particularly interested in the spell that the younger Numeros was using. It wasn't that they were younger in creation, but her power easily dwarfed that coming from the male that was now casting one of the more basic Jokaido. 'Ever-burning fire of purification, Lord of Destruction and Sign of Rebirth, gather in my hand and strike my enemy! Jokaido #7: Exuro!', she had overheard him saying as he let loose a weak blast of flames. It was a spiritual attack none the less and it didn't seem all that draining. This caused the Vasto-Arrancar to shrug her shoulders and she mimicked her peer. "Ever-burning fire of purification, Lord of Destruction and Sign of Rebirth, gather in my hand and strike my enemy! Jokaido #7: Exuro!", she shouted as her own power made a larger gout of flames that flew forth. This caught the attention of her target and he seemed to glower at her in envy for a moment before bowing his head out of respect. This was the way of the wild, so to speak. Strength begot respect, and weakness bred contempt. It was clear from her display that she was anything but weak and soon she would find respect to be a commodity in surplus.
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Words: 587 Words Total: 587 Notes: - Learned: Jokaido #7 Exuro 500/500 Words - Learning Jokaido #17 Dios Tukos 87/600
Achana Sonozaki had been brooding in her room, a state of deep introspection on her transformation and what she had become was a bit of a quandary to her. Shedding the form of the beast and becoming more human, not just in appearance but her ability to even have these types of thoughts. It wasn't the raw instinct of lust and desire that drove her to exist anymore, there was something else there that provided the source for her purpose. There was a lust for power, and a desire to own and captivate all that she could.
The raven locks of hair, tipped with red hung down freely from the one who had been cheated out of her rightful inheritance in life, and now in death, it was time to take back what was to be hers in the first place; The hearts of everyone in existence. The Reina de Corazones, otherwise translated as the Queen of Hearts, that was her Vivication's name and it was a true and accurate description as to what exactly she was. Though more existed than just a vile temptress, no, she was the one who rode on the back of the beast with her sins mounted to the sky. She was destroyed in an hour, but would return. That was the part that the prophecy of old did not detail, and that would be the mortal's folly. Pouring the cup of damnation out on them and fornicating with their kings, luring them into a drunken madness. There was a certain allure to this and it brought a grin to her poisoned lips as she looked up to her mirror. Achana stared back at herself out from the tempered glass and she stroked a hand along her mask fragment that covered her right eye. It was a reminder of the past, and also a sign to herself that she had become something beyond her old self.
Leaving her room, her uniform flowed in the breeze of her sonido while she moved for the training grounds in the center of the fortress. It was a far more desirable place to be, even if it were just a desert lit by an artificial sky. It was the only place she could really see the sun, and it had felt like a day and an age since she had seen the orange ball of fire giving her warmth since she had journeyed from life into death as a Hollow. Spending years, decades, and centuries under a constant moonlit sky made this heated hell feel like heaven to her. Achana then gathered her strength as she had plans to make valuable use of her time in an effort to gain the strength needed to accompany Grimmjow and the other Hollow through the gate. There was no telling what they would find on the other side and she needed all the power she could muster in order to find out if the voice on the other side was another source of power she could take and add to her own. 'This ain't a trip for piss ant weaklings.', those words stung her pride as she recalled them. She had been a Vasto Lorde, the prime existence of Hollow, but the way the king had spoken alluded to a higher existence. If it was out there she would find it.
Achana then began her practice in the Jokaido arts, if these were just another source of skill she could tap into with her hybrid form. The next spell she planned to utilize was the number seventeen, Dios Tukos. A mid-combo strike that involved calling forth a bolt of lightning to roast her target. That was truly magical to her, as a means to the finish to her Deadly Dance. So she began to practice the gathering of energy to her hand as she chanted the spell's incantation, "Come forth from the void, O Thunder, and cut down my enemy! Jokaido Number Seventeen: Dios Tukos!" Her fist then flew forth as Achana punched the air and from the domed sky a bolt of lightning slammed down into the sands.
As a Vasto Lorde, and now an Arrancar of the same grade, reiatsu manipulation arts were simple child's play for her, so it felt like it was time to move on to something a little more serious. Jokaido Number Twenty-One, the spell inspired after Garuda, the harpy of the storms. It was perfect for Achana as some might consider to to he akin to some form of temptress. The dance of the winds was alluring to her, but this spell would be difficult to pull off, even for her, and would take careful planning and preparation into it's execution. It was at this point that she decided to ponder her next move or how exactly to practice the wind wall spell.
Achana Sonozaki had been hard at work training and developing her skills in the Jokaisho powered arts, mastering the blend between Hollow and Shinigami powers that created the transcendent art of spells that could crush and destroy with greater finesse than any cero or negacion technique she had at her disposal. Some of these were weaker in raw power, but the potential for improvement and further development existed for certain. Today was the day that the Arrancar of Lust and Desire would be mastering the wind wall evocation known as Jokaido Number Twenty-One : Ventī Vertentis. The female made an elaborate gesture with the wave of her clawed digits, which remained clawed only due to the blood red gauntlets that armored her up to the biceps. It was how she felt most in touch with her Hollow side, and it helped her maintain the style of combat she was most familiar with. "O turning storm of spring, bestow your aerial protection upon us! Jokaido #21: Ventī Vertentis!", the vile maiden of passions called forth as she cast her hand forward and began to summon forth the wall of wind as her spirit energies coalesced and manifested in a vile aura of crushing power mixed with a desire for the sinful and the carnal pleasures that the power offered her.
Achana Sonozaki was the beginning of the end since before her birth when Christian Scholars predicted the coming of a woman in scarlet who rode on the back of a seven headed beast, with ten crowns placed upon it's head. While this story is set in a fictional setting, the prophecy made in those age old days, and in this universe could only mean that Achana was to lead the Espada. Ten seats would represent the ten crowns, the seven headed beast being the seven deadly sins which all encompassed under Lust, which was arguably the most lethal of the septuplet group of vile spiritual crimes that a human could commit. The evil she was capable of would mount high to the skies and this was recognized by those around her that felt the aura of the Vasto Lorde class Arrancar bringing forth the full force of all of her energy into the effort of bringing her spell into manifest. It was an impressive sight to behold, and one few got to enjoy without being annihilated in their entirety.
The raging torrent of her spirit energy began to take shape into the wind wall with more and more progress to the completed evocation, but eventually it failed and died down to which the training ground in Las Noches was rocked with the earth shattering roar of frustration as her reiatsu surged and Achana turned on a fellow Numeros in her blind rage, venting her malice out on the poor sap who had been paralyzed by the full force of her fear inspiring aura. There was a burst of pressure and power in the zone that kicked up dust and sand in a cloud that suddenly became painted red with a fine mist. Once the bloody red sand settled down, Achana stood over the fallen Arrancar and picked up their corpse before taking a bite out of their neck, and the body then dissipated. It had likely been sent to be judged by the Exequias and punished for it's weakness. Such was the process in Hueco Mundo, and none dared to deny the rule of the strong over the weak. The only justice and absolution available to these empty creatures was the domination and subjugation of those weaker than themselves in an effort to control and gain a grasp over the raging chaos that was the Hollow existence.
"Stupid b*****d should not have gotten in my way. He got what he deserved.", Achana said to herself as she looked to the blood that dripped from her clawed hands before she licked it from the metal glove with a wicked smile. The sweet and salty taste of the red fluid washed over her taste buds and made her shiver with lewd delight. It had gotten her all hot and bothered, so much to the point that a poor female Arrancar became the focus of her attention. She flickered over to her with her lust aura enrapturing the hybrid maiden, the clawed hand ran across her cheek before the red maiden of sinful desire pressed her lips passionately to her fellow Arrancar's lips. This sudden burst of passion being brought on by the blood lust lead her claws to slowly undo the top of her 'prey', exposing more flesh than could be fully described in this nature of program. The kiss devolved into more lewd acts and passionate moaning that could not be detailed due to the graphic and explicit nature that went into their same-sex copulation.
A few hours later, and a lot of embarrassing public acts of lewd display, Achana and the female would be found putting their clothes on, before the female leaned in and kissed her new mistress on the cheek. It seemed she had the first enthralled fan in her future roster of Fraccion. The activity and the gaining of a soul loyal to her through sinful desire only empowered her and gave Achana the strength to attempt the wind wall spell once more. The red maiden's spirit energy flowed forth as her black and red hair fluttered in the torrent of the magical energies that flowed forth from her. With a gesture of her hand, she began to call forth the spell with it's incantation, "O turning storm of spring, bestow your aerial protection upon us! Jokaido #21: Ventī Vertentis!" The spell took shape and came into full effect as a barrier that would repel attacks against her. It was a new addition to her already lethal arsenal.
Achana continued her training in the arts of the Jokaisho powered spells known as Jokaido as she worked in Las Noches' training grounds in the center of the white fortress. Her skills with the arcane had grown considerably in the days that had preceded the current present and with this advent of skill and power at her finger tips, she felt herself becoming more of a force to be reckoned with when it came to the actual grand aspect of the fortress's ranks. "Atmosphere and Water become a Fog. Bring a dreamless sleep upon thy foe! Jokaido Number Twenty-Seven: Nebula Hypnōtica!", the red maiden of lust shouted as she brought forth her spirit energy and condensed it into a particulate spell of illusory fog before her. The power of illusions and dream-filled slumber would be her main source of power as the work toward dominating the lesser hearts prone to sin and desire came to fruition. Lust was arguably the strongest of the deadly sins, as many fell prey to it's habit of making one pursue their desires and passions to a fault of their own that would usually end with their demise over time, if not instantly. It was the sense of entrapment and the stripping others of their free will to choose, instead ushering them onward down the path of desire, along which the corpses and ravages of despair and anguish were littered that only seemed to keep Achana studious to her skills in the arts.
The power of the hypnotic fog from the Jokaido was then further tested by the red maiden on a fellow Arrancar who was training in the area as well. This had become a habit as she picked on the weaker and insignificant Numeros to fuel her own needs, be it a training dummy, or somebody to pin down and engage in intercourse with in order to cool her normally passionate libido which had erupted into maturity since she had evolved into her Arrancar form. She grinned as she watched the obese numeros twitch in his slumber, and by the way he drooled, it became clear to Achana that he had been locked in a dream-scape of food and drink. A gluttonous soul was no match for the powers of lust and the fake promise of delight and power it offered them, that much was clear to her as she then manifested a burst of zero point energy, and fired forth the Cero beam, blowing him from existence. The sight of his grotesque, fat, and vile form offended her. There was no use for him in the sexual sense, and he was weak, and thus would not make a good servant, so erasing him was the logical answer. It was usually the only answer to situations like these when they presented themselves to her.
With some further training and exploration into manifesting the hypnotic fog Jokaido spell, Achana Sonozaki then moved on to bigger things, the final and strongest spell known in creation, which was one of lethal intent. The sixty-eighth spell, Atrum Vesica. The spell revolved around the creation of four daggers of spirit energy, and then bringing the blades inward on her intended victim to pierce them from all sides with their killing power. The potency of the particular arcane manifestation was debatable, but rumored to be in line with some of the Soul Reaper's strongest demon arts, like Black Coffin or the Hiryu Geki Zoku Shinten Raihou spells. All that mattered to the crimson adulteress was that she would be given more credit for her strength and be able to end more lives with the power she was presented. There was no need for further motivation than the ability to crush those who opposed her will to offer them their desires and passions in exchange for their loyalty and admiration to make her spend time in developing and learning a particular skill.
Achana stood among the sands of Las Noches practicing the ancient arts that had been gifted to her due to her blended reiatsu. This last spell that she had to master was to be the most difficult as it involved manifesting several blades of spiritual energy all at once, condensing them, and then causing them all to impale the target simultaneously. It would take all of the power and skill she could muster to manifest the mixture of Hollow and Shinigami reiatsu that she possessed as an Arrancar, one of the highest evolution levels a Hollow could achieve. Sacrificing the animal instincts for the power and finesse of logic and emotion was one of the perks that was offered to those who crossed the bridge between stagnation and progress. There were Hollow who would differ, feeling that sacrificing the mask and the power of the Hollow form to resume what was lost before, or at least a symbolical of a life once had, was a weakness in itself. Some viewed it as a way of clinging to the past. Achana viewed it as a stepping stone to becoming worthy of being one of the greatest forces that walked the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo. Her goal would not be impugned by some intensely powerful incantation. To fail at mastering this spell would be an insult to her status as a Vasto Lorde class Arrancar. "I refuse to stand down until I have completed the incantation and manifested this in it's perfection. The travel through the Pillars is not for the weak!", she growled as Achana gathered her composure and slammed her crimson blade, Lujira into the sand, deep enough that it stood straight up in the malleable material.
The process of gathering the spirit energy needed for the Jokaido was one based not on instinct, but meticulous shaping as Achana, the Red maiden of the White castle began charging her power to her hands, weaving the spirit particulates with grace and finesse as she brought forth the four black blades into existence. "The governor of underworld, lend unto me your power! Jokaido Number Sixty-Eight: Atrum Vesica!", Achana called forth as she brought out the spell. Her reiatsu pressure started climbing exponentially, causing a roar and rumble under the weight of her strength manifested in the citadel. Several weaker Arrancar who were in the area struggled to find cover as she worked with the spell. It would be awe inspiring to those who were to see such a potent individual, even among the Numeros bringing the heat in such a manner. "COME ON!!!", she roared out as she cast her hand outward and the four blades manipulated out into a cardinal direction; North, East, West, and South...before they all turned around and then zipped inward, impacting with one another simultaneously, causing a resulting explosion as the spirit particles erupted like an atom being split. With the explosion came a washing surge of darkness from the impact as sand and dust blotted out the artificial sun under the dome of the center of Las Noches.
Standing tall and through the burst of energy as it coalesced through the area, Achana did not even flinch or show any sign of appreciation for the strength. It was brutal, crude, and lacked the suffering she desired to inflict when she fought her enemies. It would be one of those last ditch effort skills she used when the cards were on the table and the bets were 'all in'. There was no reason to go about throwing something like that around, lest it cause some people to cast their eyes in her direction. Enough infamy would cause jealousy and a desire for the power that weaklings lacked, but she possessed. It would make her a target for potential upstarts, and she honestly had no time to entertain fools who felt like they could hold a candle to her skill with the killing arts. "Hmph... I suppose it is time to go to my room for some..", she let out a sigh and chuckled with a devious smile as she thought of the Numeros servant who would be awaiting her there. "...fun.", she concluded the sentence. With that said, Achana went to go indulge her carnal delights in her room.
Many hours later.. Achana was putting her clothes back on as her satisfied lover lay in her bed, unconscious from the vigorous love-making that had occurred. The red maiden had yet to assign the numeros female a name, but a few came to mind. "Lilith..That will be her name. Rebellion against god, and refusal to serve man. Fitting since she serves a woman.", she chuckled to herself as she picked up her weapon and walked on to let the underling rest. She had some business to take care of before she explored Hueco Mundo and what cretins might be lurking about. There was also the chance she might find those willing to take the plunge, so to speak, and become Arrancar as well. At the very least she might find a new Hollow attack dog. She had been missing one since her last pet had wandered off, as to what had become of the Hell hound Hollow, she could care less in all honesty. She had outgrown the need for that sort of pet.
With everything set in order, Achana gathered Lilith and the two set off from Las Noches through a gargantua. The world of the living had been at peace for far too long and it was time to pay it a visit. It was just a shame that it would have to come down to the fact that a strong presence and her protege' would be the ones to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere. "I hope they are ready for the pain I bring. I don't want to be put out.", the red maiden of Las Noches mused before departing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2019 7:02 pm
Ra1ns of Castamere
A portal appears and comes through, is very disappointed and bad mood Gundulf, rough looking man specially after having a worthless dance with a honor less warrior. Gundulf would scuff the sands in Las Noches as he walks with his sword on his back though he was trying to locate Sapphira but no avail, maybe she didn't arrive here before he did. Oh well though, Sapphira is indeed a stronger being then a piece of trash like Sako, Gundulf being in a bad mood doesn't exactly leave good tremors in the ground as he moves. Once Gundulf finds a spot, he summons up his Geo Throne, made out of earth and sits in it with his hand resting underneath his chin. His brows would be arching down, in a furious look and he will never recognize Sako as a hollow, just another piece of meat needed to be disposed of. Not by his hands though, he is too much of a honorable warrior to get his hands dirty with someone not even worth talking to or even acknowledging. She may have injured him but she never got him to be serious and use his Resurreccion, how weak and feeble she is like a old women. 204 words x2= 408 words
Sapphira arrived at the fortress city of Los Noches. It was a grand symbol of strength and defense in Hueco Mundo. She had been at this location before, even held a residence here. However every time she visited, the sight struck her in awe. Her heels continued to sink into the sands as she walked, and she could hardly wait to make it to the stone architecture of the fortress. It was then that something caught her eye. It was a figure whom she recognized before, the wolf whom Jing had gathered upon strings. "Is my comrade already tired of playing with his new toy?" she teased as she approached. It wasn't terribly surprising to see him alive. Jing's temper seemed to fall upon the feminine hollow anyway, as she had transgressed against the trio far more the one now before her. "What of the other one? .. Sato or whatever her name was?" she would ask unsure if she had the name correct. Not that the name of the insignificant mattered to the young woman. Crimson eyes glanced over him, noticing the makeshift earthen throne he had made for himself. It would seem he was a foul mood judging by his facial expression. It made her want to see how far she could push his anger. "So you survived an encounter with the three kings, and you thought that justified rewarding yourself with a throne and a crown?"
Word Count: 476 (238*2) + 1,515 = 1,991
Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2019 6:50 am
Gundulf smiles hearing the women known as Sapphira come into the area, on top of it her teasing him about Jing. Indeed, in some ways, Gundulf can't disagree about that statement of being Jing's toy, he only complied with it because he wanted a fight badly, it was like a itch to him. "Well i will say, You could of said if he got tired playing with his new beast, it would of worked way more, don't you think so?" Gundulf smirks about her tease, its something he prefer to welcome then some kind of trash display Sako put up like she wanted everyone to watch her twerk. Quite a disgusting sight if Gundulf said so himself and then he heard about the "thing" he fought back in Grande. He decides to play dumb on it"Oh i am sorry, i am so dense i entirely forgot what you were talking about." Gundulf said it with a smirk referring to the fact Sako to him is nonexistent, not worth mentioning or even seeing her as a hollow. Gundulf's presence was filled with ecstasy talking sass together with Sapphira, quite a delight, being a mean b*****d. "Oooh, even though i am in a bad mood, you sure put out some delicious hearing sass attitude, i really respect that." Gundulf stays sitting in his throne smirking like a mad cheshire cat."Besides, don't concern yourself with nonexistence, dwell in your superiority specially your sassy attitude and tone, i quite love it." Gundulf smiles waiting to see what Sapphira may say in her response about his b*****d sassy attitude. Sapphira is one person he quite takes enjoyment to observing and interacting with as well, Lady Of The Flames, quite the prestigious title and fits very well with her sassy attitude. Gundulf props his leg over his other leg as his throne turns to Sapphira turning Gundulf facing her. 313 words x2 =626 words + 408 words from previous post= 1,034 words
Sapphira listened as the wolf answered her series of questions concerning what went on at Jing's s**t show. Although only one of them was a true answer. He would confirm in a round about way that Jing had indeed grown tired of playing with one of his new toys. However she did consider that it was possible that Gundulf wasn't telling the truth. As he continued to speak, Gundulf would avoid the question about the feminine hollow. Pretending not to know what someone was speaking of was a tactic that she employed on various occasions. More often she would use this tactic if it was a subject she no longer wished to speak of. Sapphira would roll her eyes in annoyance, the temperature of the immediate surrounding area increasing slowly. "Answer the damn question, Gundulf! Is the b***h alive or dead?" her voice raised as she demanded response. "Then you can go back to sulking or whatever it is you're doing." her voice softened more so than before. It was clear that Gundulf was enjoying their conversation by his mannerisms, and more obvious the Cheshire grin across his face. The same type of wicked grin she had seen often, though not from Gundulf. The flames of her anger would gather strength as Gundulf's speech made a fatal mistake. He would tell her to dwell in her superiority more importantly he was telling her how to act. "Are you forgetting? My superiority is over you as well." The very throne he was sitting on would heat rapidly with an extreme temperature increase. "Does a peasant complain of his king's mannerisms?"
Word Count: 538 (269*2) + 1,991 = 2,529
Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 4:21 pm
"Whatever it is i was doing you say? Does it really matter if someone i don't acknowledge as a warrior or even a hollow to what their demise is?" Feeling the heat off of his chair by her anger alone of him dodging her question, he frowns as he hops off having been forced to speak about someone unworthy. He sighs a bit as he scratches his head a bit with frustration."Someone that is trash to me is none of my concern but if she is your concern, she is alive but unworthy of being killed by someone like you. All three of you hold such high superiority and should be noted on that without a single question. Yet there she is, yapping her mouth off, a dog without bite, a women twerking her attitude all around like no one isn't going to smack that attitude down to size. She thinks she can play at the true hollows table and yet when i am frozen, she acts as if i lost, what a pitiful child she has become." The earth begins to shake in anger, this is the result of someone like Sako insulting all hollows acting like in the manner she is. "I understand your superiority over me and no one should complain to a king no doubt unless they are wanting to be slaughtered. I do not want to speak this subject again, that women is forbidden from my mind, i don't care if she dies in a ditch somewhere, her life is none of my concern and unworthy of dying by my hand. If she ever threatens you again, i will make a exception to that and make sure i pull out her guts and spread it over the sand like its paint on a new canvas." The earth calms down as Gundulf grunts and summons up his throne again and sits down going quiet putting his arms on the sides of his chair with his hands gripped together in front of his mouth thinking and listening to what Sapphira may say next. Sako to Gundulf is a forbidden topic because that hollow is not worth even saying she exist because of how insulting she is to hollows. Gundulf remains this way for a long while, not saying one word, being forced to speak about someone unworthy is rather unpleasant due to the fact any unworthy shouldn't be remembered regardless who they are or even how far they grow after discovering their weakness. Sako will never be acknowledged by Gundulf as one impression had ruined her image of whatever she was reaching for.
A multicolored poison fills the fortress city known as Los Noches. This mist intoxicates the inhabitants within, leaving none alive to tell the tale of the beautiful poison. The petite female turns to two elven males who escorted her to the location. "Does it look showy enough? I don't think so. This IS the closet thing to a show of power and unity these beasts have. It needs something more~" The shorted haired female's tone was smooth and velvety. A large sphere of dark spiritual energy formed that dripped off of her delicate hands like molasses. After firing this orb the stone walls of the fortress stood little chance standing up to the impact. A crater was left from the impact. A rainbow of colors rushing out of the newly creates escape. Within minutes the once magnificent fortress would collapse upon itself. The colorful mist released now released beginning to linger in the air. "There much better. The Jewel in the Desert is much prettier to look at anyway~" With her mission accomplished she would motion her escort to follow her back to the Jewel of the Desert.
Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2020 1:50 pm
Okami Sasori
Except a white scorpion tail instead of the wolf tail.
Okami quietly and stealthily walks about the halls of Las Noches. This is the domain of the Arrancar, the self proclaimed leaders of the hollows. Not that he recognizes their authority. Which is why he is doing his best to avoid being noticed. Something had called him to this place, though he isn’t sure what. It felt like the tickle of a memory or something, though he is sure he has never been here before. While he has grown quite strong, he has no delusions about being the top of the food chain. He is well aware there are many that are far stronger than he is. And so he continues to lurk and observe, trying to figure out what was calling out to him.
Health 425/425 | Spirit Energy 135/135 | Clarity 50 | Movement Speed 80
Word Count for Post: 125 Word Count Total for Character: 9,838
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XXX It was easy for Vanessa to walk among the halls of Las Noches with an aura of confidence and strength. It was the same way she moved anywhere as she was the child of Hueco Mundo. There was no disguise or glamour to be worn as her appearance was to remind the denizens of the fortress city whom was in power. As she continued her path it easy to forget that the fortress was recently rebuilt due to an invasion. It mattered not, such acts would not happen again. It did not take long for her eyes to catch something mildly amusing. A beast sneaking about the halls of the fortress. Perhaps he would have been successful in his task had he not crossed paths with the assassin. Something had to be said about the wolf's turn of bad luck for such an event to happen. However the demon would quickly snatch up the opportunity to entertain herself. The assassin would allow the wolf to believe that he was undetected for some time. Acting was one of her natural gifts and was essential to perform the role she so often played for Hollowtown. It was just long enough to make him feel as though he was successful. "What's up b***h?"
