Babe Ruthless [ Private | Training ]

IS HE ALL THE THINGS YOU TRIED TO CHANGE ME INTO?

Irritated breaths left Tahliah's lips as she began to manipulate the spatial energy into the palm of her hand. The hours piled in her attempts to learn Planetario but to no avail, she had failed over and over and couldn't even manage to keep the ball structured for no more than a couple of seconds. Her expression twisted in disgust as the ball began forming in her palm, its formless shape twisting and turning before exploding yet again.

Balling her first she tried to manipulate her reiatsu again, allowing it to take its shape, before creating the same outcome yet again. Fuck! The only thing she was capable of doing was creating small explosions in the palm of her hands, and that wasn't doing anything but make her angrier with each passing second. Her constant failings were not something that she wanted to go into her future acknowledging. Channeling her reiatsu once more, she felt the stinging pain her reiatsu diminishing from her form surrounded her hands and travel up through the course of her body. And, as before, she created nothing.

Again, the hours would go by and Tahliah couldn't manage a single malleable construct. It's not like her technique was asking for much. All she needed was to be able to shape a ball, with enough energy compacted inside that it would explode upon impact. See? Sounds easy, am i right? This was getting tedious. Each of her tries resulted in furthering her own annoyance at herself.

When the third hour came to a close, Tahliah sat down, hunching over as she let her body take a small rest. Her rest didn't last long as her own failing began to dawn on her, and the minute she had enough reiatsu to last her a good while she jumped back up and held her arms out in front of her. Closing her eyes she gathered the spatial energy in her palm, the ball conformed into shape and began to glitter and sparkle and pulse with power. The entire time she watched the ball form, all she could think about was what it would be like when she became an Arrancar. She would be the queen. She would rule.

Call it some twisted sense of motivation, but this was all that she needed to create the ball in her hand. Some motivation. A small pulsation of compact energy in her hands, she continued to let the energy swirl and form until she used a quick jolt in her reiatsu to send the ball shooting forward. The ball's form shot through the sky like a shooting star and as it landed on the ground it vanished. Nothing. 

Tahliah repeated the process over and over, and each time the ball landed on the ground it would vanish. Her skill at crafting the grenade was bettering, but she was unable to actually get enough energy for the extra umph it needed to truly become great. With each attempt she felt herself crippling down a little until she tired out and took a second to herself.

Letting herself rest for a while, she shot back up, energy already gathered into her palm as she added a little bit more energy than her previous endeavors. While it wasn't a lot of energy, it was a significant amount to actually make a difference. Tossing the grenade that housed Planetario she watched as the ball landed on the ground, exploding in the dome-like explosion that she had longed for. Glittering specks of white and hues of vibrant colors echoed across the dome's form creating a beautiful presentation of power and elegance.

After performing the technique a dozen more times, the technique was becoming easier and easier to use; she had even begun pouring in less energy with each usage with her results being exactly the same. She was doing good, she felt her constant need for perfection being filled as she felt herself becoming better and better. The precise amount of her energy that she needed, while a lot, became significantly less the minute she realized the technique had come to fruition.

Her pants increased as she finally sat on the ground and allowed herself to rest. The process had become all to familiar for her. Gathering the energy, forming it into shape, tying it all together, and finally ... utilization. Laying on her back she looked up at the ebony sky and yawned. She was the greatest.

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Name: Planetario || Planetarium
Class: Hollow Technique
Type: Offensive
Range: 70 meters
Tier: V
Description: Through channeling spatial energy into the palm, the user can create a compact ball made up of spatial energy. The ball is then launched at the speed of a cero, and upon impact, explodes in a large violet-hued dome that spreads out over 60 meters. The dome is filled with white specks and hues of sky-blue, reds, purples, and pinks giving it the appearance of a galaxy filled with stars.

DOES HE MAKE YOU CRY? DOES HE KNOW THE WAY YOU FEEL? LOVE IS ALL AROUND YOU, YOUR UNIVERSE IF FULL. BUT IN MY WORLD, THERE IS ONLY YOU.