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 Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 3:16 am
+ Alexandria / The Alexander + The Alexander is the flagship for The Imperial Fleet of Northweald, and also serves as her capitol city. The City is complete with everything one would expect for a capitol city.... but it flies. Total: 370 Armor: 160 Weapons: 160 Speed: 50
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 3:30 am
 X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
Well, that seemed like a productive use of my time...
Xavier thought, as he stepped through his gilded portal, and onto the deck of his ship. The streets were busy, with blanks, hollows, and even a few shinigami going about their business as if they weren’t miles above the ground on a flying ship. Indeed, it would be hard to tell that one was airborne unless they looked over the side towards the ground so far below them.
The Alexander was as much a city as it was a ship. Alexandria, Xzavior had named her, though he now regretted deciding on such a boring name for the place. He wished he had been more creative in naming his seat as the King of Northweald.
Xzavior offered a nod of greeting to a passing arrancar, and made his way down the street towards his royal quarters. It helped morale for his subjects to see him out and about.
As he made it to his own front door, his smile persisted. Odric and Hyperiona had been very different, but he had liked both of them for their own reasons. They would make for valuable allies when the time came. And he had made a contact for Earth and for Soul Society.
Xzavior walked through his front door, and into his immaculately-decorated living quarters. He slipped out of his suit and fell into his bed. He was asleep within minutes.
Word Count Previous Count: 4333.8 This Post [Raw]: 239 Multiplier: x2 (47 cool New Total: 4811
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 3:50 am
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
When Xzavior opened his eyes, he was in Hueco Mundo. Not the desert wasteland that Hueco Mundo was now, but the frozen wasteland it had been in it’s prime. When the Frost King walked it’s sands, freezing everything that he touched.
The permafrost had long melted, Xzavior knew.
He recognized that he was dreaming, and that Tra’al had been long ago destroyed.
Xzavior looked around, and noticed that he wasn’t alone. Saizo was with him. And Asmodean. The chill that ran through Xzavior’s body denoted that his King was not far off.
All of these people were long dead, now. Xzavior was happy to see them again, if only in a dream.
Of the group, Saizo seemed to notice him first.
”Xzavior…” Saizo said in greeting. Asmodean didn’t so much as look in Xzavior’s direction.
Where Saizo had been perfectly pleasant company, always willing to talk deeply about things like philosophy or honor or whatever his interested his type, Asmodean had always been a man of few words and violent action. Everyone in Tra’al had their place.
”Where is King Rahvir?” Xzavior asked the ninja-like Arrancar. Calling someone else his King felt almost awkward now, so long had he been the only King he recognized. In a way, it was refreshing to not be the one with authority. Xzavior somewhat missed those days.
Saizo merely looked up to the horizon. Xzavior followed suit, and saw the brilliant blue robes and black hair of the only being he had ever considered his superior. The Frost King. Rahvir.
As Rahvir approached, Xzavior took a knee in a sign of acquiescence to his authority.
In his head, he knew it was unnecessary. This was his dream. He didn’t have to observe such customs.
Rahvir smiled. A smile that would chill a lesser man to the bone. ”Stand, Xzavior”
Xzavior did as he was told.
All of this felt… familiar. Like Xzavior had lived these moments before, though he was not sure which part of his past he was reliving if he was indeed experiencing his past in this dream. He couldn’t be sure.
Xzavior removed his hat, bowing deeply. He had often wore a hat in those days. He had nearly forgotten.
”My lord…” Xzavior spoke, his tone one of submission.
”Just call me Rahvir.” His king answered. That was an order Xzavior would not follow.
”What have you gathered us here for?” Xzavior asked, curious.
”Today, we take Las Noches.”
Sudden realization dawned on Xzavior like the rising of the sun. This was the day they took Las Noches. This had been one of Tra’als finest hours. Excitement rose in Xzavior like that of a child, who was about to get a present.
He was excited to get to relive this moment of glory, alongside his now-dead king and peers. Now, Xzavior was the only king he knew, and he had no peers to speak of.
Word Count Previous Count: 4811 This Post [Raw]: 502 Multiplier: x2 (1004) New Total: 5815
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 5:01 am
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
One moment, Xzavior, Saizo, Asmodean, and their King were standing outside the entrance to their frozen headquarters, and in the next moment, they were outside the walls of Las Noches. Such teleportation was only possible in dreams. Xzavior cursed his own memory at forgetting the details that had led them there.
Nobody spoke a word. They all knew what their job was. They were like a machine, each piece playing a specific role to keep the entire mechanism working. No words needed to be spoken, now.
Saizo began to walk towards the city, his shadow splitting off and forming another Saizo, and that one’s shadow forming yet another, and so on until there were a dozen or so Saizos approaching Las Noches.
Saizo had always gone in first, using stealth and assassination to weaken their target.
As Saizo neared the city, he disappeared from view. He was good at that.
Xzavior, Asmodean, and Rahvir waited in the cold for a few minutes before Rahvir made eye contact with Asmodean, and the beast began to approach the city at a dead sprint.
Once Asmodean was in the city, the silence was broken, replaced by the horrifying sound of slaughter.
He had his purpose, too. Where an army would normally be required, a single Vasto Lorde would suffice. Who needed a standing army when you had Asmodean?
The sounds of slaughter went on for a few minutes, and then stopped.
Xzavior and Rahvir exchanged glances, and began to approach the city.
Word Count Previous Count: 5815 This Post [Raw]: 250 Multiplier: x2 (500) New Total: 6315
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 5:17 am
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
When they entered the front gates, the smell of death was all around them. Blood and sweat and fear.
Asmodean had done well, Xzavior saw. The ground was littered with dismembered corpses. Xzavior assumed Saizo had served his purpose as well, but they wouldn’t know for sure until they found the Espada. Saizo wasn’t one to engage in mindless slaughter. That was Asmodean’s job.
The journey to the seat of the Espada was a quiet one. There were no living hollows to impede them. The only living souls in this place were Xzavior and his king. Saizo would likely be further inside, and where Asmodean went was a mystery, even to him.
Xzavior smiled as he walked, turning towards Rahvir.
”Your new home awaits, my liege.” He said, half in jest, gesturing towards the dismembered bodies that littered the ground.
Rahvir did not smile. He strode forward with a sense of purpose, a single-minded ambition that Xzavior had come to respect in the Arrancar King.
As Rahvir went on ahead, he paused, finally speaking.
”Clean this place up...”
Xzavior knew exactly what Rahvir was commanding of him. He was to finish wiping out any resistance to the new rule.
Xzavior clasped a hand to his heart, and nodded.
With that, Xzavior and Rahvir parted ways.
Xzavior went deeper into the city, but there was little resistance left to eradicate. Asmodean had seen to that. The search for survivors became more of a leisurely stroll, with little resistance to be found.
The few hollows that remained did not make themselves known, likely out of fear. When it came down to it, hollows were often quite cowardly, Xzavior had learned.
Xzavior took a lap around the city, but found nothing to kill. When he was sure that the resistance had been wiped out, he turned towards the center of the city, and began his journey back to his king.
Word Count Previous Count: 6315 This Post [Raw]: 321 Multiplier: x2 (642) New Total: 6957
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 5:37 am
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As Xzavior walked, he whistled a tune to himself. The first part of his journey to the center of the city was uneventful, just as he remembered it.
However, his boredom was soon broken as a pair of Arrancars stepped into his path. It seemed that Asmodean hadn’t eradicated the resistance as thoroughly as Xzavior had thought.
Xzavior smiled.
”Good day to you, sirs. I am Xzavior Reginald Smith. The Spectral Jester, and I have been tasked with the elimination of those still loyal to the fallen primera espada. Say, you two wouldn’t happen to be loyal to the now-dead primera espada, would you?” Xzavior chuckled to himself. He knew they were.
In truth, Xzavior could only assume that the Primera Espada was dead. Rahvir was not one to leave his rivals alive for long.
The left-most arrancar stayed where he was, snarling menacingly. The other charged Xzavior, but it was far too slow.
Xzavior simply waved a hand, and the arrancar flew off to the side, slamming into a wall with a sickening crunch. Xzavior slammed it into the wall thrice more, to be sure it was dead.
The other Arrancar seemed unphased by the sudden death of its companion, leading Xzavior to assume it was either very very brave, or very very stupid. Probably both.
A silvery-blue ball of reishi formed in Xzavior’s hand as the second Arrancar made its move. Xzavior held onto his psychic blast, for the time being, waiting to see what this hollow would do.
It shriekd as it approached, a dreadful sound. It’s arms came out as metallic claws grew from its fingertips.
How boring... Xzavior thought as he watched it come. He had been hoping for something… more. Claws were such a basic hollow feature.
”Very well…” Xzavior said, as the hollow came closer, but was far too slow. The psychic blast left Xzavior’s hand, and screamed as it flew through the air, slamming into the hollow.
The hollow was unphased.
That’s more like it…
This would be fun.
Word Count Previous Count: 6957 This Post [Raw]: 347 Multiplier: x2 (694) New Total: 7651
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 3:41 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
The hollow continued it’s charge, largely ignoring the blast that Xzavior sent at it. When it came within a few feet of Xzavior, it leapt, bringing it’s claws around to try and tear into him.
Xavier waved his hand, and a shimmering blue shield appeared in front of him, stopping the attack. The hollow landed on it’s feet and prepared itself for another attack.
Xavier had an attack waiting for him. As he threw his hands out again, brilliant blue flames washed over the hollow. As the flames subsided, Xavier took a look at his handiwork.
Again, the hollow was unphased. Xavier’s smile only grew. It seemed that this hollow was an even match for him, at least at the level of effort he was putting into fighting it.
As the hollow charged again, Xzavior deftly dodged out of the way, literally throwing his own body with his mind. He landed safely a few feet to the side, and brought his flames around again, this time putting a little more reishi into them.
The hollow’s shrieks of pain were enough to tell Xzavior his attack had landed, but when the flames died out, the hollow, again, was largely unphased, with only minor burns. Xavier would have to adjust his approach. His spiritual attacks were doing very little.
In a swift motion, Xzavior drew Gloria Prime, a magnificent sabre that he had once wielded. The feel in his hands was familiar.
He held the blade before him, and let it go. The blade floated in the air before him, controlled with telekinesis. It began to multiply, until there were a dozen blades flying around him, like a shield of cold steel.
One after another, the blades lashed out, striking at the hollow. These basic sword attacks were far too weak to actually damage the hollow, but Xzavior hoped the distraction would be enough for him to put this thing down once and for all.
As the hollow deftly dodged each and every blade strike, Xzavior began to charge up another blast, this one much larger than before.
When he was content with the power level of his attack, Xzavior released it. Blue light washed over the entire street, including the hollow.
When the light died down, the hollow was grievously injured, but still alive, and now angrier than it had been before. Xzavior prepared another psionic blast in his off hand, and threw it for good measure.
The hollow charged again, limping now. Xzavior’s grin never faded. As the hollow approached, he threw a hand out and the hollow was knocked off of it’s feet, and sent flying into a wall.
Xzavior did not hesitate, charging forward and bringing a fist back. His hands glowed with psionic power as he began to pummel the hollow into submission.
Within a few short seconds, the hollow was little more than a bloody pile of flesh, quickly turning to dust.
This had been fun, but Xzavior longed for more… intelligent prey.
He continued his journey to the center of Las Noches, to his king and his destiny.
Word Count Previous Count: 7651 This Post [Raw]: 513 Multiplier: x2 (1026) New Total: 8677
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2021 3:59 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As Xzavior casually strolled towards the center of the city, everything began to get darker, somehow. A uneasy feeling began to rise up in the Spectral Jester. Something was… off. This wasn’t how Xzavior remembered things being.
As he got closer to the great palace, the seat of the Espada, he knew something was wrong. There were hollows everywhere, hissing and snarling, watching him as he passed. They did not make a move to attack, and some of them even stepped out of the way, as if allowing him passage.
He did not remember this.
The uneasy feeling did not subside. As Xzavior approached the enormous iron gate of the palace, he paused to gather his nerves. He did not know what he was about to see, but he knew that he was about to see something.
The door stood open, but it was pitch black inside.
Xzavior took a deep, calming breath, and stepped through.
The palace seemed deserted. There was nobody here. He could sense spiritual signatures further in, but he did not recognize them.
This was all wrong.
Xzavior continued following the winding hallways, until he arrived at a central room. He knew this to be the seat of the Primera Espada.
He pushed the door opened, and stepped through.
He was greeted with a grizzly sight. There were hollow corpses everywhere, so mangled he did not recognize them at first.
And then he did.
The first corpse he came across was that of Asmodean, mangled almost beyond recognition.
Asmodean had not died that day. This isn’t what had happened.
Next, he found the body of Saizo, brutally slashed across the chest.
Saizo had not died that day either. They had been victorious. This was all wrong.
Lastly, and coming somehow as a shock to Xzavior, he came across the bloodied corpse of his king. Rahvir’s head was missing, but he recognized the brilliant blue robes.
Xzavior’s heart rose in his chest, and a wave of nausea hit him. The shock of seeing his king desecrated in such a way was almost more than Xzavior could bear.
It was then that he heard the laughter, deep and cold.
He looked up from Rahvir’s corpse and laid eyes upon Ronan.
Ronan would not appear in Hueco Mundo for some time, Xzavior knew. Why was he here, in his dream?
Xzavior woke with a start, drenched in sweat, his breathing still heavy.
Why had Ronan been there? This was concerning indeed.
The image of Rahvir’s lifeless body was seared into Xzavior’s mind.
Ronan hadn’t killed Rahvir. Ronan couldn’t kill Rahvir, Xzavior knew. Nobody had been able to defeat The Frost King. Not even Saizo, and not for lack of trying. The Espada had always vied for supremacy, even over those they considered their allies.
Xzavior shakily got out of bed, pulling his suit on, unable to shake the image from his mind.
He took a few calming breaths.
Just a dream, old boy. Nothing more...
Xzavior knew this was a lie he was telling himself. Something about this dream had been… different.
It had started as a simple recollection of events, but when examined in Xzavior’s waking mind, he realized all the differences. Things that did not line up with reality.
His mind was trying to tell him something, and Xzavior feared what it was.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2021 3:29 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As Xzavior walked through the streets of his kingdom, the events of his dream replayed in his mind over and over. He saw the icy-cold corpse of his king. Or had had been his king.
Rahvir had died long ago, but not like that.
The sound of Ronan’s laughter, deep and without kindness, replayed in his ears.
What could it mean?
As Xzavior navigated the streets of Alexandria, he mulled this over in his mind. He turned a corner, offering a nod of recognition to a passing rogue Shinigami, one who, he knew, had lived in Alexandria for some time. He had recruited this one himself, though his name escaped him at the moment, so ravaged was Xzavior’s mind with the contents of his dream.
Xavier turned another corner, and ducked into a tea house. This was where Xzavior did his best thinking.
The keeper of the tea house recognized his king, offering a small bow. Xavier waved the gesture away with a wave of his hand. Such niceties and formalities had their time and place, but Xzavior didn’t quite like being acquiesced to by virtue of his station.
The spectral jester walked straight to the back of the shop and up a wooden flight of stairs, to his own personal tea room.
The room was large and immaculately decorated. It was designed for tea ceremonies, though Xzavior was alone in here at the moment. He sat at the table with a sigh, snapping and creating a fully-prepared steaming cup of tea.
He tentatively sipped his tea, allowing the thoughts to come.
Ronan had been a threat in his dream. A true threat. Xzavior knew that the current “ruler” of soul society could never hold a candle to the frot king in waking life. Nobody had escaped once Rahvir decided they should die. He had slain kings as easily as peasants.
His power was absolute.
Xavier wondered why the current King had even made an appearance in his dream. Xavier had given the man little thought since meeting him. The business of Hueco Mundo wasn’t his own, and it was no matter to him who the hollows bowed to in their own realm.
Ronan had been powerful, to be sure. He had slain Achana without a second thought.
Why would Xzavior’s mind invent such a frightening scenario to experience? It had to be telling him something, but what it was was still a mystery.
Xavier took another sip of his tea, swishing the hot liquid in his mouth for a moment in thought before swallowing.
Hueco Mundo had a new king now. The age of ice had passed. However, this king was not connected to Xzavior in any way.
The last time Xzavior had spoken to Ronan, he had given him permission to hunt Hadrian.
Hadrian, however, was now the plaything of the princess. Xavier did not know if that offer still stood. Or even if he cared. He had never let someone’s allies prevent him from slaughtering them before, if he deemed it necessary.
Xavier did not particularly want to make an enemy of the King or his family. Ronan was quite powerful, of course. Such a course of action had unpredictable consequences. And Vanessa had seemed nice enough, for an arrancar. He didn’t have any reason to kill her.
But Hadrian… Hadrian had insulted his rule. Hadrian had threatened his citizens. Hadrian had joined forces with someone whose aim was to take Xzavior’s kingdom from him.
This could not be forgiven.
And if the King and his daughter had to die to make that point, so be it. He would slay every hollow in Hueco Mundo if need be to avenge such a slight… in time.
Xavier sipped his tea again, still deep in thought.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 3:21 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As Xzavior sipped his tea, he mulled the events over in his mind, both of the previous weeks and of his disturbing dream.
He still didn’t know what to make of it. Why had Ronan appeared to him in such a way? He had not seen Ronan as a particular threat? And certainly incapable of defeating Rahvir, on this side of the veil of reality, at least.
Xzavior wondered what this could all mean.
Suddenly, his mind went in an unexpected direction. He stood, walking around the table and to a side trable, opening a small drawer, and pulling out a velvet bag.
He opened the bag, and smelled the contents. He had not partaken in the Reishi Lotus in quite some time. Eiji had given him this, and he had tucked it away in a drawer for such an occasion.
What he needed was insight, and the tea would give him that.
Xavier set to brewing the tea, the normal way. No magic involved except to heat the water (he wasn’t a caveman, after all). He respected this tea too much for that.
When the water began to boil, he poured it over the leaves. The water began to turn a brilliant blue.
Xzavior continued to think while he let the tea steep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 3:43 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As Xzavior waited for the tea to steep, he unbuttoned his cufflinks, as well as the top two buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie. Nervous excitement began to build in him. The Reishi Lotus was a powerful herb, to be sure. And not one that Xzavior took likely. It often showed more than was asked.
When the tea was sufficiently steeped and cooled, Xzavior gently picked up his cup, and took a tentative sip. The taste was funky, but not unpleasant. Xzavior respected the substance too much to sully it with sugar or honey. The warmth of the liquid washed over him, and then his whole body began to tingle, starting with his fingertips, and spreading until he was tingling all over.
The come-up was powerful, but not wholly unpleasant. At the very least, it was slow and gentle in it’s buildup.
The first thing that Xzavior noticed was the colors. Everything was colored as it should be, but a degree more vivid. Brown was more brown, red more red, blue more blue.
He looked down at the blue liquid in his cup, a silly smile beginning to play across his lips.
He swished his cup around and took another sip, the warmth and tingling intensifying.
As the euphoria of Reishi Lotus began to wash over him, her closed his eyes, and tried to force his mind to his conundrum.
What of Ronan, and Vanessa… And Hadrian.
These things didn’t seem so important now. He leaned back in his chair, and sighed.
Whore cared if Ronan called himself the King of the Hollows? Rahvir was dead, and Xzavior didn’t particularly want to rule over hollow-kind. He was mostly content with the blank swarms. They were certainly less trouble.
He took another sip of the Reishi Lotus.
His mind went to the crystalline hollows. He had not directly interacted with them, but he was well informed enough to know the gist of what they were. They were made of crystal, and seemed to store and release energy. Like Jokaishou crystals.
It seemed so obvious to him now. Why hadn’t he thought of it before?
He looked into his cup. This was powerful stuff indeed.
He took another sip. The cup was about half-gone at this point.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 3:52 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
As the effects of his tea began to wash over him, he felt his clarity begin to focus, his mind functioning at a higher level.
If these hollows were made of Jokaishou Crystal, then not only were they very powerful, but they were very valuable, and very dangerous. Even a shard of Jokaisou was a powerful thing. An entire being made of the stuff could potentially store infinite amounts of power.
And Jokaishou was not from Earth, Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, or even Northweald. It was from… somewhere else.
Sudden realization dawned upon him. The danger of the situation became apparent in an instant, and he felt a fool for not seeing it sooner.
If beings made of jokaishou were invading the realms from somewhere else, they had to have been created elsewhere. Someone who could create something that powerful was certainly of great power themselves. If someone that powerful existed with that much control over that much jokaishou, they were a dire threat. To everyone.
Xzavior did not think that this mysterious figure would stop with 3 creatures. If they could create three, they could create more.
There had to be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes, someone with motives that were a mystery even to him. But someone willing to work with something as powerful as Jokaishou was willing to risk anything, and capable of doing anything.
Xzavior took a deep breath as the thought-swarm rushed over him.
He then took another sip of the tea.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 4:02 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
In light of this series of realizations, and thanks to the effects of the tea, the Affairs of Hueco Mundo suddenly seemed less important to him. There were more pressing matters.
It was in this instant that the true effects of the tea made themselves known.
Everything went blank. Not black, just faded into nothingness. Nothing existed. Xzavior didn’t exist. The concept of Xzavior existed, but there was something… false about it.
All that he could sense was a set of presences, each pulling strings. Like demiurges, with control over the fates of each and every person. There were more people than demiurges, with some of them controlling the lives of many people at once, weaving their stories together.
Though he did not exist, he sensed the beauty of it. Felt trust in his own Demiurge.
Their name was Luci, he sensed, from out of the void. In his mind-that-didn’t-exist, he silently thanked Luci for giving him his abilities. For giving him his power. For giving him his life.
He suddenly realized that Luci had always been there, but going by different names. Even in his childhood, Luci was writing his story. Other demiurges were writing other stories, he knew.
Could these be gods?
It was too heady a question for Xzavior’s brilliant (and expanded) mind
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 4:13 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
Eiji had warned him that this was powerful stuff. He had not been wrong.
Delving deeper into this new mode of reality, one wholly unfamiliar to Xzavior, he came to feel what Luci felt. Sense their motives. See the direction they wanted his life to take.
He saw Luci’s boredom. Though they had chosen the path of conquest for Xzavior, they grew bored of that path. They wanted something more… fun for Xzavior. A path that would be as amusing for him as it was for them.
They didn’t want to conquer Hueco Mundo. Not yet at least. There were more pressing matters.
The responsibility of Xzavior’s role in the universe washed over him. His purpose was to protect these created realms, to keep them stable and functioning. He had taken Northweald for that purpose. A place that had no reason to exist suddenly had a common purpose, a leader! He had given reason to a place that had none, all under the watching eye of his very own Demiurge. He had defended it from the attempted disruption by others, controlled by their very own demiruges.
The world was a game to them, but not to him. This was the only place he could exist.
Xzavior rather liked existing.
Another realization washed over him. He was the crystal hollows. His demiurge was theirs. Luci played both sides, with different motivations for each. Luci pulled more strings than just theirs, Xzavior knew, though he did not know how. He simply sensed Luci’s presence in all the realms. All but Hueco Mundo. For some reason, Luci never liked being in Hueco Mundo, not natively at least.
The invlux of knowledge was enough to send Xzavior reeling in his mind. His head was spinning, his heartbeat fast.
Despite this, he took a final sip of his tea, finishing it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2021 4:33 pm
X𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑅. 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ » 𝒦𝒾𝓃ℊ ℴ𝒻 𝒩ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒹___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________x☩ ☩ ✠ Rᴇɪᴀᴛsᴜ: 460 | Sᴘᴇᴇᴅ: 55 | Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 25 | Dᴇғᴇɴsᴇ: 25 | Sᴛᴀᴍɪɴᴀ: 25 | Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ: 165 | Sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ Pᴏᴡᴇʀ: 165 x☩ ☩ ✠ HP: 525/525 | Spirit Energy: 240/240 | Clarity: 95
Xzavior Xzavior sat there, the effects of the Reishi Lotus continued to wash over him, intensifying.
He felt his very identity dissolving and being reborn, similar, but different as well.
He knew that his abilities had changed.
He had arcane knowledge, and he could use this knowledge to protect the realms from mutual threats from… elsewhere. He sensed something big coming, with Luci pulling the strings. But he also sensed that Luci had a plan for him in this as well.
Xzavior would need help from others. Other powerful mages.
It just so happened that he knew a few. He knew exactly who to call upon, though he was unsure why. The Transdimension Order of Magi. He knew he was a part of that group, though he had no memory of them. Those memories were being written.
Before he could muster the self-control to stand, Xzavior passed out on the table, falling into a deep and dreamless slumber
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