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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 2:58 pm
Probably just ganna put stuff relating to the guild and my characters that either I never imagine as actually playing out in RP or things that have happened in the past. Nevertheless, they're scenes I wanted to write! Some inspiration comes from loose ideas in my head, others from writing prompts I find.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 2:59 pm
Prompt: “Oh. She doesn’t look so pretty now, does she?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 3:07 pm
It was at this hour that Ilyse felt as though she could be her true self. The twinkling lights indicating citizens still awake or working through the evening hours had long been extinguished, and there existed around her a comfortable veil of silence only broken by her own footfall as she trekked lightly through the snow beneath her. This was her preferred hunting hour - about 2 A.M. - because it was the most peaceful in terms of human activity. Both of her parents, the Quincy group she so adamantly avoided, pedestrians, school children, her own peers; it didn't matter, they were fast asleep. It was for this reason that Ilyse could allow herself to walk at such a leisurely pace, almost looking entirely at peace had it not been for the bow clasped in her dominant hand as she strolled.
Exhaling, she watched with a faint smile as her breath steamed up in the air, dissipating at it rose up toward the sky. She tilted her head back to gaze up at the stars, standing still to take in the myriad of glimmering specks and briefly contemplating the idea of life on other planets. If there existed balances on the universe in other dimensions, if there was a place people could go after they died, and if there was a Hell, then it was entirely plausible that "alien life" could be just as real. Snow clumped together in her eyelashes as it fell and her thoughts turned instead to the iconic phrase that no two snowflakes were alike. Was it really true? If she could somehow count each individual snowflake, would there never be a duplicate among them? Such questions were insignificant and trivial; topics that she felt she never would have had time to consider under the watchful gaze of those around her. But she had come out not to stargaze or to watch the snow fall, but to hunt.
The low, guttural cry that broke the silence of the night reminded Ilyse of her job, and she shook off the tranquility of the moment to rush toward the sound. Hunting Hollows had become like clockwork to her; aim, release, kill. A pattern repeated over and over and over again which was why it was so shocking when her arrow lodged itself in a Hollow's throat and survived. Now that she was forced to think about it, the readings she got from the three Hollows gathered in what was usually a busy intersection did seem abnormally stronger than what she was used to. This fact was startling, but it wasn't anything she needed to panic over. They were more powerful than her routine, but not more powerful than her. Several more arrows struck the beast that had turned to lumber toward her, and she watched with a furrowed brow as it exploded, spewing a thick, sticky substance all over the ground before disappearing into nothingness. Confusion washed over Ilyse as she took a few steps closer, momentarily distracted by the anomaly. Normally when she killed things, they disappeared immediately without a trace, so what was going on? The other two monster's howled, but their wretched screams wasted precious seconds they could have used against her.
Straightening her posture, Ilyse raised her weapon once more, drawing the arrow back along the string. "Too slow." They were struck down in the new pattern with a volley of arrows, exploding before they vanished from existence. Frowning, Ilyse walked closer to one of the puddles of liquid, squatting down to examine it. Not being able to slay the Hollows with her usual ease rubbed her the wrong way, and for a moment she was concerned that she might have regressed in power somehow. She'd definitely been more distracted recently, for reasons having to do with a certain Shinigami, but when it came to battles, especially at this hour, she had always felt that her head was clear. No, she was certain this case was just an oddity and nothing more.
Against her better judgement, Ilyse lightly tapped her index finger into the puddle, rubbing it between her finger and thumb. It was as sticky as it had first appeared, and upon drawing closer there was a faint sweet aroma that clung about it and reminded her of.. "Honey?" Grabbing a handful of snow, she wiped off the residue on her finger with the small pool of water that formed in her hand as it melted. It was such a bizarre thing to run across that she became preoccupied with hypothetical explanations and didn't hear any approaching footsteps to signify somebody had walked up behind her. In truth, the other woman's footsteps had been as soundless as the snow falling around them. "Aw.. How rude, Miss President. I had plans for them, you know? You shouldn't go destroying another person's toys like that." The voice was sweet, familiar, and gentle, but had just enough malice behind it to make Ilyse shiver. Spinning around, she stumbled back a few steps to put distance between her and the newcomer, weapon raised defensively.
The arrow she had pulled back was halted from firing by a quick twitch of her finger when she realized that she recognized the other woman. Dressed in a long white trench-coat and snow boots, she had her pink locks pulled over one shoulder, a sullen expression on her face. "Lili..?" Hesitation kicked in. This was a student. This was a human. Lower your weapon. Relax. Trust her. Didn't she look sad? "What's wrong..?" She's human. Lower your weapon. She's not a threat. Relax. It was as though she had temporarily forgotten that Lilith - or Lili as she knew her - had snuck up behind her and acknowledged the Hollow she had just killed. Ilyse lowered her bow a little, down near her hip and took and took a step closer, looking dazed and confused. "Why are you out..?" Alarm bells rang in her head as her words trailed off and the familiarity of the situation hit her. Her concern for somebody who had just moments prior been a source of tension. The way her body seemed to react to thoughts that didn't seem to be her own. It was just like when she had fought Nyhil for the first time.
Eyes wide, Ilyse stood frozen, managing to keep herself from moving closer but unable to will herself to put more distance between her and Lili. Returning her weapon to its drawn position was immensely more difficult that it usually was, and her arms trembled as if there was a weight pressing down on them, beckoning her to lower her bow and relax her stance. For what it was worth, Lilith was minutely impressed. She'd never thought to count the Quincy girl as a real threat, and while she still didn't, she could at least admire the willpower she displayed. Weak as she was, it was amusing to watch, and it piqued the Arrancar's interest. After all, in her humble opinion, it was always the ones with the strongest wills that were the most fun to break. "You're not the person I was intending to play with, but you can still be useful." For a moment, Lilith considered pressing her ability further to smother out the resistance then and there, but it was was more fun to watch Ilyse struggle to steel herself. When it came down to it, she just nothing more than a cornered animal who hadn't realized she was trapped yet.
"What are you?!" She'd finally managed to work through the idea that Lilith was not a human and the Espada feigned a hurt expression at the phrasing. "How mean.. We're not objects or monsters, you know." Ah, well that was about as close to joking as Lilith would ever get. "Arrancar have feelings, too. We're actually quite similar t-" Doubts now cast aside, Ilyse had released her arrow, inwardly cursing herself at having taken so long to force herself to action. She blinked and although Lilith had begun speaking again, Ilyse found it suddenly impossible to hear her, a loud ringing in her ears replacing the normal clarity of sounds. "...ing.. ease... manners." Blood dripped from Lilith's arm but it was not her own. ..can have this back." The woman tossed Ilyse's Quincy cross to her and it sunk into the snow a few inches in front of her. A wicked grin spread over Lilith's face and she tightened her grip on Ilyse's severed arm in excitement as she watched the young woman become blindsided by the pain, her agonized shrieks echoing pleasantly in the otherwise silent, empty night. Giddy, bubbling laughter resounded from the Arrancar, and she wrapped her arms around herself, tainting the snow with splatters of blood with her movement. "That's great, Ilyse! That's a really great sound!"
The Quincy had curled up in a semi-fetal position, eyes clenched shut, clutching at the remnants of her arm more as a feeble means of easing her suffering than to stem the blood gushing from her wound. Face half buried in the snow, Ilyse had reduced her tortured cries to grunts and whimpers, legs thrashing as every wave of pain threatened to consume her. Even as her body struggled to stay conscious, battle instincts kicked in and she fumbled to grab a Seele Schneider near her waist. Lilith in the meantime had made quick work of her snack, tilting her head back and swallowing the girl's arm with two loud crunches and a heavy gulp. She ran her tongue along her lips to cleanse them of the blood, but the viscous liquid still dribbled from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. She heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction. Ilyse was by no means her favorite type of meal so to speak - not enough meat on her bones - but as a quick bite to eat she would do just fine. She had even been so kind as to have provided such a harmonious cacophony during her dining.
Locking eyes with Ilyse, Lilith froze. Not out of sympathy, or fear, or any semblance of a sane emotion, but out of pure elation. Even brimming with tears and clouded with pain, her eyes still burned brightly with determination. Even on the verge of unconsciousness and death, she still dared to wear that haughty expression. Manic laughter became the new sound the filled the void of the night. "That expression! It's fantastic!" Soft human looking hands morphed to porcelain talons, claws extending forward to pierce through Ilyse's arm, forcing her to drop the weapon she had only moments before mustered up the strength to hold. The nails of her other hand followed the same pattern, tearing through the girl's chest and abdomen, pinning her against a nearby street light. "Gyyaaah!" Ilyse attempted to draw in a breath, but only succeeded in coughing and sputtering crimson liquid to the ground below. Lilith drew closer, retracting the hand that had previously impaled Ilyse's arm, using it to cup the girl's cheek ever so gently. It was almost a shame that the Espada had her sight set on somebody else, because Ilyse had endured so much! If she pulled out her organs one by one, would the girl still continue to fight? If she ripped her heart out, would the light in her eyes fade only then? It was an intriguing thought, and Lilith was on the verge of reconsidering her original plan for entertainment. Even so...
"You and the Twelfth Division's Lieutenant are quite close, neeh~? Call him here for me."
Ilyse's response was the immediate action of spitting a mouthful of blood in Lilith's face, raising her arm to untie her hairpiece as the Espada recoiled, and using what little force she could still muster to fling it to the ground. The explosion was catastrophic, a concoction of chemicals never intended to mix together. What had once been a part of a sidewalk was now a crater, both combatants flung back from the force of the reaction. Smoke hung heavy in the clearing, and jagged bits of crystal covered the crater. Bits of this had been reduced to shrapnel that lodged into Ilyse's skin, but bounced quite harmlessly off of Lilith's Hierro. But she was not unscathed. Burn marks covered her skin, but the wound seemed to have no impact on the woman's eerie giddiness. Licking the blood from around her lips, she burst again into laughter, head thrown back, body wracked with the motion. Even more so than before, she wanted to take the girl back with her to keep for good. It had been so long since she had been able to enjoy herself as much as she was tonight, after all. "I'm so glad, Miss President! I can see why he likes you so much!"
It was okay to be greedy, wasn't it? There was no rule in place that said she couldn't keep two interesting people, right? While Lilith mulled this option over, Ilyse struggled to get up. She wanted to stand, to keep fighting, but even the slightest twitch of her fingers seemed impossible to move. Her vision blurred, images clear one moment, but distorted and wavering the next. Each time she blinked, it was more of a struggle to open her eyes again, and as much as she wanted to believe that she could continue to battle no matter what, she was aware that she was reaching her end. What she'd always hoped for was to die fighting, but she would have preferred to have won. It was regretful knowing that she would be remembered as having failed one final time, not able to please her father even with her death.
For anyone else, she knew they would be able to move on rather quickly; she'd purposefully pushed people away for so long that she was certain any amount of time spent mourning her would be as brief and painless as possible. Her only true concern then was her mother. Regret welled up in her as tears filled her eyes at the thought of the woman agonizing over her loss. More than anything, Ilyse wanted her to be happy and the image of her crying made her heart break. She hoped that she would be able to move on as easily as the others, to maybe adopt a child who wouldn't cause her as much stress and woe as she had. 'Ah... I should have been a better daughter..' A weak, trembling arm reached out to nothing before the last bit of her strength left her, tears dripping down her cheeks. 'Forgive me..'
Realizing that Ilyse had grown quiet, Lilith frowned and approached the girl. "Aw.. Did you die?" She was disappointed, but not surprised. This was why she couldn't have humans, after all. They were far to fragile and always ended up dying just when things got interesting. Sighing, the merriment faded from her expression until she realized that Ilyse had worked just fine as a lure. Anticipation rising once more, she looked over the Quincy girl once more, raising her shoulders and extending her arms in an excessive shrug. "Oh. She doesn't look so pretty now, does she?" Turning her neck over her shoulder, she grinned back at the newcomer. "What do you think, Lieutenant?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 3:15 pm
Muahahaha, I finally finished this. = u =
This was a scene that I've wanted to write for a very long time, and I also snuck in smaller things that I wanted to include at some point in the RP. Of course, I wasn't sure if these scenes would ever be possible, which is why I chose to write it here.
I enjoyed writing this even though Lilith is still really tricky for me to get into, and I hope it's enjoyable if anybody here chooses to read it. By the way, when Ilyse's hearing cuts out, Lilith is saying: "How rude. I was talking. Please mind your manners." and "You can have this back." Now on to find another writing prompt!
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 6:52 am
Despite the somewhat popular belief with fellow Shinigami that he was a vampire, Nyhil did require sleep – and he even generally did so at night. Much of the time he kept to a strict schedule with his rest and while he did breech his own routine from time to time today he had gotten to sleep at a normal hour. He was having quite the enjoyable dream for once as well, there were members of the squadron rising against her to boil the frustrating kido captain in coffee while she failed to call out her usually difficult to perceive phrases. It was a far better experience than being the one in the dream to be boiled. He was watching her get pushed down beneath the surface by her members when the alarm started going off, knocking him from the visions and back into the dark recesses of his office. Nyhil rarely slept in his quarters after all, preferring to be at the office should he be needed. He sighed at the interruption, but supposed at least it hadn’t pulled him from a nightmare.
The alarm he ignored for a moment, allowing himself to return to consciousness more slowly than the blaring would like. What was it? Probably Dog off setting some part of the Sereitei on fire again…how the unusually stupid creature kept breaking out was something he would need to research one of these days. Of course, it could have just melted through its cage again if the other squadron members weren’t keeping an eye on him. If it wasn’t for the high-pitched annoyance Nyhil may have ignored the blaring warning completely and gone back to sleep – to any other person around listening it would have been a mild series of beeps but his own sharp senses registered it as much more. He pushed himself out of bed and stifled a yawn as he walked toward the small computer set up with his warnings. It wasn’t Dog, he already knew the color for that warning quite well. This was a blue color and not a brown one blinking at him. Blue? What had he assigned to blue again?
He rubbed his face over and dug his glasses from his front pocket to slip them on before continuing his scan of the information. Drugged? No, the subject was experiencing some sort of hormonal attack…interesting since he was here and couldn’t have been the one causing it. Wait…blue…damn. Couldn’t the girl keep herself out of trouble for one night? Nyhil scowled at the information, pushing a few buttons to pull up a video and audio – it was broken and not the best quality but at least the voices were somewhat clear. “…you know. Arrancar have feelings too. We’re actually quite similar to-“
Nyhil threw on his captain’s coat, his other clothing still disheveled but forgotten with the need for quickness. It only took a moment to summon the spell that wound transfer his voice to those currently on shift. “Squad 12, prepare for me to enter the precipice world, yes right now. Why on earth would it be a drill? I expect it open when I walk out of the office.” He didn’t particularly care if they had to rush, clearly Ilyse had become a target of some kind. An Arrancar? What had the girl gotten herself into now. The slightly louder alarm went off when her arm was ripped free, his system had done its job at least – nanites he’d released into her bloodstream were reporting her physical health. Nyhil grit his fangs in irritation, slipping a few things into pockets as well as his small first-aid kit with blood samples. He did his best to tone out the delight in the attacking creatures voice…or the mirrored glee building at the back of his mind.
“You and the Twelfth Division’s Lieutenant are quite close, neeh? Call him here for me?”
Nyhil’s blood went cold…Ilyse was a target because of him? This wasn’t some random attack then…they knew he’d figure out that she was under attack? His fist clenched and he pressed the button to transfer the broken radio feed and Ilyse’s physical well-being to his glasses display before exiting the office. He walked directly across to a portal the division used for transfer and starting the run across the precipice world. An explosion on the other end of the feed cut off his information and he frowned at the less than inspiring lack of information. He had to hope that was Ilyse and that she’d gotten herself away from whatever blast had ruined the little information getting through to him.
At the very least his work on the squad 12 travel systems had brought him out near the so-called battle…if anything it looked more like a slaughter…but Ilyse wasn’t dead yet. Her vitals were undoubtedly unstable however, and his own frustration was already starting to edge away his reason. His fingers twitching at the arrancar’s mockery as he approached the scene. Instead of answering Lilith he flickered past her, a flash step taking him next to Ilyse…he bent low to look at her. His expression dark as his blood from his wrist, bleeding from a small wound, was dripping on the girl. It took little but it would keep her stable while he fought.
As opposed to answering Lilith’s question he only spoke aloud as he drew his zanpakuto, blood still dripping along his arm where he’d cut himself. “Division Twelve Lieutenant reporting enemy arrancar engaged. Zenchishi…Dominate.” Spiritual pressure curled out around him as he pressed the blade through his palm, drawing it back into the paired claws that his zanpakuto released into. The world seeming almost darker a moment - before the temporary shadow seemed to also withdraw. Static rose in the air at the same moment pressure seemed ready to push down any human’s unfortunate enough to be nearby. At the same time a grin curled up half of his face, a single fang glinting with his claws and the falling snow.
“You wished to make this personal…I cannot argue you your final success…” His voice was distorted with emotion – not at all like his usual tone. Instead his tenor was a mix of boiling temper, muted frustration, and anticipatory blood-lust. His claws clicked together lightly when his fingers twitched, sounding gentle compared to the tempest of his voice as he paced a few steps past Ilyse’s body once he’d dosed her with his blood…the same blood that would soon come to work as acid. “Come creature…I’ll enjoy butchering you...”
Meanwhile, Sestran assumed something had to be going on. He could feel the rise of spiritual pressures in the city. He'd sensed the momentary resistance of the Quincy against Lilith - the human likely had no idea what she was up against. Sestran sighed a bit, Arrancar did have to eat after all - he couldn't have an army that was unfed. Still...once he felt a stronger Shinigami's energy his interest was peaked enough to walk in that direction. Though this city was set up poorly...why did some of the small back streets not go through? Humans would notice if he just started leaping over buildings...how was he supposed to get through swiftly in this mess?
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 6:53 am
I'll move this if you'd like...wasn't sure where to put it XD.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 2:24 pm
"That was fast~." Lilith's comment pertained both to Nyhil's movement and his response time. She had definitely expected him to come, but she'd had no idea how quick it would have been. Shinigami did tend to range in how rapidly they responded to things, after all. One incident might take them days to investigate, but it had only taken the Lieutenant but a few minutes to arrive. "She must be pretty important." The words and tone of her voice sounded as though she were innocently teasing a fellow student about his crush, but the grin on her face was far from pure, twisted with malicous anticipation of the fight to come.
She didn't mind whatever he was doing with Ilyse, rather interested in his method of what appeared to be a healing technique. "Don't worry, Lieutenant, I'm sure she'll pull through. She seems quite resistant." Her faux sympathetic words held the same mocking tone as before, and she rocked back and forth on her heels, humming to herself and only pausing when the Quincy girl suddenly sputtered out a cough and drew in a sharp breath. "Ah, amazing!" She leaned forward, placing her hands on slightly bent knees. "Really great job!" She straightened her posture and clapped, the quiet sound echoing through the empty streets. In truth, she actually was very happy. That Ilyse hadn't died yet meant that she could have the chance to play with her again later, so she'd have to make sure to thank Nyhil properly.
Finally able to breathe again, Ilyse was shocked back into a brief lapse of consciousness. She forced herself to open her eyes, overwhelmed with confusion, pain, and exhaustion. Hadn't she died? No. The discomfort she felt was enough to remind her that she was definitely alive, albeit in the worst condition she'd ever been left in. Blurred vision finally managed to focus on the person in front of her, her gaze meeting Nyhil's own. His expression was dark, a frightening countenance she had not witnessed before and her stomach dipped in fear before she realized it was not directed at her. As he drew his zanpakuto she extended her arm to him, settling her hand lightly on his knee. "N..." Despite herself, she wanted to warn him. She'd battled against Nyhil before and she knew how capable he was, but the Arrancar had taken her out so fast that she found herself strangely concerned for his wellbeing.
She hadn't remembered calling him here to help her like Lilith had asked her to, but the fact that he had come anyway was equally frustrating and touching. She hadn't wanted to be rescued or seen in such a sorry state, but having him nearby made her feel oddly comforted. Eye half closed, her lips moved like she was trying to tell him something, but no sound escaped her. As he released his shikai, she felt as though gravity itself had been manipulated, forcing her hand back to the ground and seemingly cutting off her newfound air supply. Her last imaged before she passed out again was of Nyhil's grin curling up his face.
Lilith in the meantime had suddenly become quite interested in Nyhil's attire. "Ara? That's not a Lieutenant's clothing." The white haori he wore was an indication of a higher rank. "How rude of me to not give the proper address. Did they promote you? Shall I call you Captain now? My sincerest congratulations." She curtsied low as he released his zanpakuto, then tilted her head at the statement he gave. "Oh, I guess not." Higher rank or not, his bloodlust mirrored her own, and she felt her anticipation grow even more at the heavy atmosphere. She licked her lips, and trembled while she waited for him to fully prepare himself. After all, it wouldn't be fair to attack him if he wasn't ready. When he invited her, she dipped her head politely to him, removing the golden bracelet danging from her lips and tossing it high into the air. You're going to butcher me? I'm looking forward to it." The woman was more of a sadist than a masochist, but it had been so long since she'd had a good fight, and she was excited. "Encantar, Abeja Reina!"
The ring grew in size, patterned black and gold now, and her body transformed. The human clothing she had been wearing was torn from her body, a hard shell of black, gold, and white patterning covering her instead. Long, thin horns of simular hues protruded from her head. She decided not to don her mask for the battle; it was a familiar comfort that was quite fearsome, but it tended to limit her line of vision slightly and she wanted to take in everything as vividly as possible. Drawing her arm back behind her, the woman grabbed her ring and tossed it toward Nyhil, the action so fast the flick of her wrist and release of her weapon broke the sound barrier. Already her body was pumping out pheromones meant to make her opponent drowsy. If her initial meeting with the Lieutenant back in the kitchen so long ago had taught her anything, it was that he was at the very least resistant to this ability of hers, but she wanted to test him to the fullest extent.
Lilith had never been a cautious fighter, and so even after tossing her weapon at him she lunged for Nyhil, left hand aiming to tear at his thigh, right had thrusted forward to tear through his chest. Injury in battle had never been a concern for her. For one, there had only been a single person that she had met so far that she knew for a fact could stop her, but she also had never feared death. She'd experienced the sensation before as a human, although she couldn't quite recall the specifics and she had already been to Hell, so what was there to be afraid of? More than anything she wanted to live to extend the amount of fun she could have for as long as possible. Death would be disappointing but not devastating or frightening.
Whether or not Nyhil had dodged her weapon, the ring would come back to her eventually either tearing through him as collateral damage on its way back to her, or bypassing him completely if he was coherent enough to remove himself from its destructive path. Her expression matched the Lieutenant's, two wide grins mirrored on the faces of monsters locked in battle.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2016 3:25 pm
“Nothing compared to what you’ll see. You were looking for a show were you not? Ilyse at least, will be fine, but what sort of gentlemen would I be if I failed to oblige your request.” Nyhil remarked, his own tone different than the analytical scholar that Lilith had met in the kitchens. His voice even was deeper, the normal balance transformed to bizarre. He wouldn’t disagree with her observations, it was hard to tell if he’d taken them all in, his eyes narrowed on Lilith as information was fed to him through his glasses. He knew the spiritual signature on her, his registry matched her to the same signature as the girl from the kitchens that day in squadron 4. He should have seen through it then, but the illusion had been quite good. Nyhil smirked a bit when Ilyse became conscious enough to grab his leg. She would in fact be fine. He rolled his neck, not glancing to the girl since that could give the beast a moment he couldn’t afford. Instead he said. “I really must train you in hand to hand Ilyse…but then I suppose you couldn’t help yourself, her skills are a difficult thing for most.”
“Are you trying to bore me into a loss?” Nyhil shook his head at Lilith and the air that should have made his drowsy by his read of it. He was about to point out her general ineffectiveness when he was forced to slip to the side of the ring she threw at him. She was faster than he had expected, but then she’d taken out Ilyse down fairly quickly. “Not a one trick pony then? Just as well, it would be disappointing to dismantle you too quickly.”
Thankfully Nyhil was fairly fast and hand to hand was his specialty. If it wasn’t for those details, then he may not have been able to block her when she dashed forward. Not completely, he didn’t want to…if she scored a hit on his side it meant little to him, particularly if he had a hand to score a hit of his own…the more claws that connected…the more that broke off after all. He feinted slightly backward to block her right hand – avoiding the heavier body blow with his own claw – made from the metal of his blade. He took the left; his blood wouldn’t have a particularly high pH yet but it would still sting her, and left in place - function to start burning her more over time as the acidity grew…and it left him open to claw at her side as well by taking the hit. She didn’t seem too concerned about taking strikes…which would be a good thing for him.
His own approach to battle wasn’t unlike hers and had she not harmed Ilyse he might have appreciated her vigor more…but that time had passed. Still, he was already pressing more than he should have too…the seal on his powers was slowing his normal reflexes to a dangerous rate…he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her as he was. “Pity, I thought I could wait, in other circumstances I might…but you were right. She is important. …Squad 12, by my order…lift the seal on my powers.”
He winked at Lilith, grinning at her right as the pressure around him rose and just before his head came up to butt hers. He was about to offer another remark but stopped short and instead he circled to the side, dancing out of the way of her returning ring. He’d noticed it at the last moment as a reflection in her eyes. He might have been manic in battle but his attention to detail didn’t waver, if anything it made him more of a force.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 5:58 pm
It wasn't Lilith's claws that were her deadliest weapon on the battlefield; it was her bite. The wound she inflicted on Nyhil's thigh had no special side effect attached to it, albeit being a powerful strike. She was happy that he was able to block her more dangerous attack since she didn't want the fun to be over too early, and she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly he could react to her. It did make more sense to her that he would be a Captain rank just based off his spiritual pressure and the current ability he was displaying. She cared not for Shinigami politics, however, or whatever reason Soul Society had ranked him as he was; a good fight was a good fight. She felt his own weapon tear at her side, an attack that might have been much more devastating had it not been for her Hierro. He had managed to pierce it though, evident now by the bleeding gash in her side, and her anticipation rose more. She planned to push him to his fullest extent, and she was hoping he would be kind enough to return the favor. He had said he was a gentleman after all.
Lilith laughed, more of a cackling sound than mere laughter, her grin mirroring his. Nyhil's spiritual pressure rose again, this time to his true capacity and she couldn't quell her excitement. They remained locked briefly, her hand still attempting to push against his to impale him through the chest, seemingly at a temporary stalemate. Then her weapon returned and he moved himself from the path. She caught it easily, spinning it around on her wrist as though it were not a deadly blade but a mere hoop. Given the minor interruption she now realized that the hand she had struck Nyhil's side with stung a bit. She tilted her head and brought her hand up to her face to examine the blood, clicking her claws together. "Ohh, it tingles~." It was not debilitating at all, but her body would not allow its homeostasis to be interrupted so. Necrosis was something she could force in her opponents, but she was more than fine with using it on herself if need be. The affected part of her hand and side began to turn black, decaying away into dust. For her hand, it was only the parts that had blood covering them that had been forcibly removed, but her body responded to her other wound in patches as though it were following some elusive enemy. "Honestly.."
Pursing her lips, she tossed the ring straight up in the air, a temporary defense mechanism that would come back down like a guillotine if Nyhil decided to get too close while she was trying to figure out what was wrong. Her left hand was still in the process of repairing itself after her forced cellular suicide, so she plunged her right hand into her abdomen, rummaging through her organs as nonchalantly as somebody would look through their desk for a pencil. That wasn't to say she didn't feel pain. The action was indeed as excruciating for her as it would be for any other creature, but even through her grunts and panting she retained her smile. Crimson eyes lit up and she pulled her hand free, blood dripping from her arm and the wound she had inflicted on herself. Her body repaired itself quickly, but only because Ilyse had served her as a snack. Her regeneration was generally slower, and she relied on other creatures to heal herself. Between two of her fingers, she held the tip of Nyhil's claw that had broken off inside of her. "Tricky~."
Flicking the bit of his claw away, she stretched her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders back. Now that she had a moment, she could respond to his earlier comment. "And I would never try to bore you, Lieutenant." It was interesting to know that even in her released state he was resistant to her pheromone's effects. Nevertheless, it didn't hurt to keep them activated, so she retained the current state. At the very least it would deter people nearby from getting to close to their battle. She had no concern for their well-being, but she was selfish and she didn't want to be interrupted. "I want us to be good friends. So I'll keep you entertained, and you return the favor." She brought her hands back to her chest, forming a heart and shooting a blast of pink and crimson energy - her cero - through the space. "Okay?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 11:05 pm
“Wear her flesh like a cloak…” The whisper in his mind brought a fanged grin to his face, his fingers twitching slightly as new claws slid into place to replace the last one that she’d plucked from her chest. Nyhil got in another short swipe before Lilith backed up to throw her ring in the air. His glasses feeding him more information as he looked her over, telling him enough as to what it may do.
"Haien." As opposed to rushing her he raised his hand as he spoke the word. Even without an incantation his spells didn’t lack strength. Violet flame curled out and across the area between him, almost seeming ready to chase with hunger after his target. Nyhil wasn't one to waste time in battle and seemingly had no problems working hado into his style if he couldn't be near by. He had little desire to use bakudo despite his knowledge of the binding arts…he wasn’t looking to capture her. He was looking to skin her…
Regardless of if his spell hit or not, she thrust her arm into a chest a moment later, a surprising event but not overly bothersome, she couldn’t keep his blades from touching her if she hoped to gain attacks in return. His own body was closing swiftly, though not at her rate it was still regenerating as well, the flesh knitting itself closed where she had clawed him. He seemed at first to be hit by the cero, but a moment later, it was only a part of his jacket falling to the ground, shed like the tail of a lizard. Instead he was throwing more strikes at her from near her front – it would have been preferred to jump behind her but he simply didn’t have enough command of the specialized flash step to pull it off. Regardless of if he hit or was blocked he remarked. “Amendable as I may be, I’ll pass on the designation, one traditionally doesn’t scalp one’s comrades.”
He could have already pressed into Bankai, it certainly would have given him a far wider range of options physically – but he wasn’t sure if Ilyse could last through the pressure that would grow around him should he let go completely. Though his claws still called to him…Zenchishi wanted to rend, to rip, to so finely remake the flesh in front of them that none would still be able to recognize it. Their desires made it even more difficult to resist the lure of Bankai, of having the perfect control over the body…but thus far he held the impulse at bay.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 1:55 pm
Focused on digging through her abdominal cavity, Lilith cared little for attempting to react to Nyhil's kido spell. Her weapon moved instead, falling and crashing into the snow below her to take the brunt of the attack, but it was quite the robust conformation of energy and it rushed through the hole in her weapon, funneled into more of a beam that disintegrated a chunk of her thigh. She glanced momentarily at the area that was slowly stitching itself up, then returned her gaze to the battle to see if her cero had struck. As it was, she'd done nothing more than ruin the man's jacket, but she felt no disappointment in the result. If his true speed had not been enough to dodge her, then she would have been underwhelmed with the show he had made of requesting his Squad to release his limiter. She was quite aware of the other claw he had lodged into her skin, but she left it be. It was less fun diagnosing her own maladies than exchanging blows with her opponent, and she was curious to see what he would do with the insidious attack later.
The ring moved itself away, returning to hover behind her back as Nyhil swiped at her again, and she matched his blows, one of her hands attempting to pierce through his wrist. If she wasn't able to impale him though, she would just push his hand away from her. Her other forearm was used to push up against Nyhil's to raise his arm up over both their heads. She wasn't entirely opposed to letting him hit her, but she still was uncertain as to what effect his claws had and she didn't want it to be something that would end the fight to quickly. They'd just gotten started after all. Locked against him, she shrugged her shoulders lightly looking mildly confused. "I don't know about that, I've done so before." There was a good reason people like Rosa and Carmellia - before she had fallen in battle - had learned quickly not to touch her. "I think we could get along quite well. We are the same, after all."
It wasn't a completely incorrect statement. The only true difference between them were their races and the fact that while Nyhil attempted to keep his darker tendencies at bay, Lilith embraced them. Knocking Nyhil's arms out laterally, Lilith pressed forward and attempted to bite down into Nyhil's shoulder. It left her open for retaliation, but she wanted to see what her attack would manage to inflict on him.
[OOC: this is a loose reference of what I tried to have Lilith do to block stuff. also, I'm aware that if Lilith does bite Nyhil her effect will not really work on him and his blood will burn her a bit, so feel free to write so in your next post if you wish.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2016 5:40 pm
Lilith’s hand hit his wrist but it was covered by his zanpakuto, the metal curled all the way up to his mid-forarm when he released the blade and offered him protection as the spiritual blade was quite tough. Nonetheless, the slight dent she’d made pressed itself smooth after a moment, the sword regenerating itself the same way Nyhil did – they were almost one and the same the way the metal seemed to vein itself into his very skin, metal fading into his pale skin. “We are no more the same than a rat and a snake.”
As though accenting his point she bit into his shoulder but he turned his head to do the same to her ear. He didn’t need a vein to inject his venom…a bite at all would do the trick even if it took longer for the substance to slow her. The moment was all he needed to inject her with venom, his fangs dripping with crimson and her pale flesh only a moment as he drew back. He had just Mike Tyson’ed Lilith, chewing on part of her ear that he’d taken with him. The flesh and blood would aid his own regeneration but it also called to that darker part of him. The temptation to bite her again was great…but not wise…still the hunger inside him called for more, always for more. “Bathe in her…”…but he resisted that urge out of the danger she could present should he grow too intoxicated. Instead the arm she had blocked at her midsection he moved out of its socket to bend Lilith’s arm backward. This way she either had to release him or let him stab into her midsection. He might take a rake of her claws as well but he rarely concerned himself with such damages and now didn’t seem to be much different. He was growing slightly more reckless, but that made him no less dangerous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2016 4:37 pm
Not that she had a vivid memory of her time before she had been an Arrancar, but Lilith was quite certain it had been quite a few centuries since anybody had attempted to bite her ear off. As Nyhil twisted his arm, Lilith released her grip on him, raising her leg and kicking off his thigh to force him back and to push her away from him. She spat the chunk of flesh she had ripped from his shoulder to the ground, watching as it dissolved through the snow and began to melt the surrounding area with its acidic properties. It was a shame that she wasn't able to replenish herself in her usual way, but she supposed that was why she was enjoying this battle more than any other. Even as the pain ripped through her, she laughed and snapped her fingers. Had it been almost anybody else, the battle would not have progressed for so long. His skill was certainly giving him a leg up over other Shinigami who had tried to fight her in the past, but it was his immunity to her special effects that was what made him so challenging.
At the sound of her snap, a Garganta opened, and four relatively low leveled Hollow leaped out. Two immediately rushed Nyhil, but the other two stayed near her side, ready to intervene and die for their master. "I'm sorry for not playing fair.." The Espada cooed the words with a shrug, but really she felt little remorse. It was regrettable that she had to temporarily call on her support system, but.. "I'm sure you'll be just fine though! You're talented!" Sighing in exaggeration and shaking her head, she pouted. "You pushed me pretty far, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to crush our lovely president." It was a shame Ilyse had to die after all; her vitals may have been stable at the moment, but coupled with Nyhil's Bankai if he released it, her Segunda Etapa would choke the young woman's life out. And of course, she had ever intention to ensure she pushed Nyhil just as far as he could go. "Don't forget what you're fighting for, 'kay~?"
Her body transformed again, hair and horns growing longer, her weapon gaining spiked edges. At whatever stage Nyhil was in fighting off her Hollow, she retrieved her weapon and tossed it at him with the same breakneck speed as she had earlier, pre-preemptively spitting a mouthful of the same honey like substance Ilyse had touched earlier near her feet. It would serve to bind the man if he chose to approach her in such a way.
[OOC: jfc I hope this post made sense LMFAO I was #WritingWhileBuzzed
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2016 5:34 pm
Nyhil slipped back as Lilith pushed away, smirking at her with blooded lips, amused at her retreat…he ran his tongue over his teeth, swallowing any missed bits of her ear or skin. “Why would I expect the rat to play fair?” Nyhil replied, as though he had expected the summon of other beasts – if he had for real or was just mocking her was impossible to tell. He shot a kido through one of the approaching hollow, meeting the other claw for claw and tooth for tooth. While he couldn’t spare a glance toward Ilyse, the threat was enough to press him into his ‘final form’ as it were, cutting through the second hollow as he spoke the words. “Bankai, Zenchishi, Consume.”
Nyhil didn’t notice the second man that had appeared on the scene, he was quite distracted cutting apart the poor hollow that had jumped in at Lilith’s behest. To be fair to Nyhil, Alexander was exceptionally fast, the elemental was one of holy energy and light after all – he could move anywhere on the earth in an instant. He appeared near the blue haired girl on the ground, whatever the issue was between the two monsters, it seemed silly to leave her here. Besides, he did need an assistant, and as far as he knew he could get that out of someone that owed him a life debt. Alexander appeared next to Ilyse, and only a moment later he and she vanished again. He moved as swiftly as light after all, neither of the beasts would have had a shot at following him – he basically had teleported with the girl back to his apartment. Once she was well he could put her to work.
Nyhil didn’t even realize Ilyse was missing until he’d finished off the second hollow, and after what Lilith had said…he jumped to conclusions…the pressure around him suffocating as he presumed the hollow had taken or killed the girl. He leapt toward Lilith, glaring at his feet when he slowed slightly from the substance she left on the ground. He let out a half growl before throwing his arms behind him, clawing open his own shoulder blades. The bone snapped and cracked, growing from his back and starting to form leathery wings as the ‘freed’ flesh allowed him to rework his bodily function. His skin flickered with the silver of his blade as he became more one with his zanpakuto upon the release. His eyes glowed with inner hellfire as he glowered at Lilith, his claws extending further, dripping some sort of toxin from the tips that seemed to match the sudden glisten on his fangs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2016 8:31 pm
"Eh? I thought I was the snake." They clearly had a misunderstanding over who was the prey and who was the predator. Lilith rolled her shoulders back a couple of times, as if her release made her feel stiff in some way. It certainly had been so long since she had released to her Segunda, but she would warm up to the feeling quickly. Compared to Nyhil she seemed a couple of steps up on the sane scale, but that was only because she worked her madness into her everyday life while he seemed to hold his back. The man before her now was a far cry from the amiable Lieutenant she had made small talk with in the kitchen. Although, she supposed they could be more similar than she thought. Maybe his kindness was no more than a mask he wore as well. Although, if he truly had no compassion in his heart, would he have come running to assist to girl? No, she doubted that his affection was fake; he really did care. "How sweet." The words were low, quieter than she usually spoke, and deadpan instead of her usual taunting tone. In fact, the Espada looked mildly disgusted, disappointed even with her conclusion.
It was something she could not understand. Respect for somebody was one thing, but to fight tooth and nail for somebody to readily and so passionately was beyond her. She did not want Sestran to die because she was enthralled by the idea of war and the chaos that followed it. She did not wish to see Rosa harmed, because she wanted to watch the woman exact her revenge. But if either of them were to perish, she would not dissolve into the wild animal that howled before her. Why would anybody act in such a way on another's behalf? She lived for herself. She died for herself. Any part of Lilith that might have stirred in recognition at what she was watching had been long snuffed out, and that was all there was to it.
Ilyse's disappearance was so fast that she did not realize the girl had vanished either until around the same time Nyhil did. Ironically, she assumed that the Shinigami had manged to take her somewhere, either through kido or some other technique of his. He did seem to be quite the wild card. She pouted a little, displeased that her other toy had been removed from the playing field, even if her presence there would have killed her.
Her claws collided with the man's own, the feeling of both of their spiritual pressures heavy in the air. It was so great, in fact, that her two remaining Hollow disappeared, smothered out by sheer presence alone. It was of no real concern to her as Hueco Mundo had thousands of Hollows that could replace the cannon fodder she occasionally brought into battle alongside her. Her honeytrap had worked well enough to slow Nyhil down for the time being, although she had no doubts that he would break free and figure out a way to speed himself back up eventually. She'd gotten what she wanted though; the man was at his absolute. She was satisfied. As he threw his arms back, she arched a brow, and took her own swipe at him, aiming to tear across his chest. The sprouting of his wings, brought a grin to her face and she laughed. "I did not know snakes could grow wings." Her weapon had made its way back to them now, aiming down at Nyhil from above to cut through him bilaterally. "Scary.." He did have a nice expression on his face, a glowing, smoldering expression that threatened to burn just as hot as the poison on his fangs. "Did I do something?"
The woman snapped her fingers quickly, her specialized cero beginning to form around Nyhil. If he was not quick enough, it would encapsulate him in her bubble.
[OOC: TWO Lilith posts? In ONE day? Wild.
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