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"And you're sure that they won't be ready to stop us?"
"I heard the last hollow that tried to eat humans got skewered on a pole."
"I heard worse. Anthropophagus caught him. It was rather messy, and very drawn-out."
"Anthropofaggot, more like! Who goes around waving a stupid name like that? Shit, what's wrong with a nice simple name like Froppy or Glutgo?"
Yaksha sighed, leaning a cheek on his hand, and running the thick claws against his mask in an idle gesture, wondering not for the first time in the presence of these two how easily he could crush his own skull and snuff out his own life. As unpleasant as Glutgo was, he was at least relatively quiet, as befitted his corpulent appearance. The name was quite apt as well, as Glutgo had a bad habit of eating whatever he could find within arm's reach; not less than five times, Yaksha had found himself slapping sizable piles of sand out of the gluttonous moron's hand, only to see him scooping them back up not even a minute later.
Ye gods, the company Yaksha had to keep these days.
"Froppy, please keep your mouth shut. I told you half a dozen times that your tongue is your beast feature, but that doesn't mean your voice is. Those who can't stand half a minute of silence are suckers, in my book."
Froppy paused, turning to Yaksha and slapping his long, spindly limbs against his chest in a gesture that the serpent had grown well used to by now. It was a futile, achingly pointless gesture, and it was one Froppy turned to almost immediately upon feeling offended or suited to fight. The fact that he hadn't once seen Yaksha do anything besides walk around, avoiding the presence of other hollows, no doubt made him feel empowered. Yaksha quietly and patiently let the helpless little shit prostrate in front of his buddy, before sighing slightly.
"I promise you that neither of you will get purified tonight. And you'll get your just deserts."
He gently, ever-so-gently, reached a claw out, tapping it on top of Froppy's head and began to push him aside, before raking his other clawed finger down into the air, letting in the almost canned air of Karakura Town. It was a disgusting stench to him, something that he'd need years to grow used to, even in his incorpreal form. He stepped through first, and made a very obvious show of looking around, before gesturing for the other two to step out.
"The suckers are ripe for the picking, boys. Find your targets, and get to work. I'm in a good mood, so the two of you will even get first pick."
He leaned against the garganta he had formed, as one would a doorway, letting his tail swish around impatiently as he watched the two scoping out their prey, both of them looking as helpless as kids in a candy store. Yaksha yawned once more, and then looked up at the sky. By his count, it wouldn't take too long for the shinigami to arrive. Ten minutes; less if they already had someone on patrol.
No matter. Those who worried about time frames were the sort of people Yaksha would call suckers.
It was a wonderful night, without a cloud in the sky. Liam was free to enjoy the light of the moon and stars shining down on him. Sure it was currently winter and therefore cold as balls. But that was what jackets were for. Keeping his rather frail body nice and warm during the winter months.
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Liam carried a bundle of groceries under his arm. Thankful for the darkness that let him move about freely without fear of being seen. Perhaps he should invest some time into making a technique that hides him from those without a lick of spiritual power. It would certainly help when it came to working in crowded environments.
His stomach rumbled. Reminding him as to why he had gone on this little shopping trip in the first place. He hungered for the flesh of lesser creatures! That and chocolate. Cant forgot some delicious dairy and cocoa goodness.
However, his idle food fantasies were soon to be interrupted by the familiar feeling of a Garganta opening above his head. Accompanied by the feeling of a small pack of Hollows emerging into the mortal world. Letting out a small sigh, Liam stopped his transit home and glanced into the sky to where he could sense the Hollows.
He couldn't feel any Shinigami around. That was both a good and a bad thing. Good in that Liam would not be interrupted by an overzealous Death God. Bad in that Liam would have no way to safely dispose of them if they proved to be completely unreasonable.
Disappearing from the rooftop in a blur of Hirenkyaku, Liam would come to a stop in front of the pack. Literally appearing out of thin air to their eyes. "Evening Gents." He chirped, waving at them with his free hand. Keeping his own Reiatsu close to his chest, the group in front of him would have a hard time gauging his strength. "Nice night isn't it?"
"Good morrow, my friend! It's always nice to see someone willing to talk. My name is Yaksha. Excuse my comrades, they're a touch socially challenged. The one that looks like a cartoon apple is Glutgo, and the anorexic's wet dream is Froppy. Say hello, Froppy."
"Food!"
The slender frog-like hollow leapt forward, only for Yaksha's hand to lash down in a swift motion, like one popping a dog on the snout. Froppy ended up lying on a curtain of pure reaitsu, struggling and squirming by his neck, and cursing countless profanities while Yaksha glanced around the area. He didn't speak for a minute or two; it would've been pointless if he tried, as Froppy's spat curses were beyond annoying at this point, the sort of stuff that would make a sailor blush. Where he had learned all of these words, Yaksha couldn't begin to guess. He was easily a decade behind on insults as is, and he'd even been trying his best to second-hand surf Youtube in his off time.
"Are you quite done, Froppy? There are dozens more humans. This one is off-limits. I don't expect you to understand, so I'll make this simple. If you hurt him, I'll snap your neck like a twig. Dinner alone is by far the most dreadful thing in the world, when you get as old as me. I'd even be desperate enough to keep you around as company."
Yaksha idly turned his head, rolling his eyes slightly and scoffing. Glutgo had somehow managed to find and swallow a mannequin to its torso, and was currently trying his best to consume the entire thing in one smooth gesture. Yaksha shrugged his shoulders in a gesture bringing to mind the most overworked of parents, and then pressed a foot on Froppy's neck.
"Do you mind taking over? I need to handle this. Glutgo, get that out of your mouth! It's plastic! It doesn't have a soul! No, don't keep swallowing! What is wrong with you!?"
Oh this one actually spoke to others. Not only that, but he seemed to be the leader of this little group. How interesting. It was rather refreshing to meet some of the rare weaker Hollows that seemed to be able to do more than simply eat anything with spiritual power in front of them.
Maybe talking this little group into scurrying back off to Hueco Mundo wouldn't be that hard. Worse case scenario he would just scare them off anyway. "Nice to meet you Yaksha, name's Liam." Civility was good. There was no reason for them to engage in hostilities right now. Not while everyone could at least act like they were all normal people. It seemed like the Yaksha one was the leader. And if his interactions with his comrades were any indication, he was also the brains of the operation.
As Yaksha asked him to handle his comrade that previously tried to eat Liam, the Quincy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Not that he didn't mind doing it, he was just slightly amused at the group's antics. "Sure thing." He called back as Yaksha went to make sure Glutgo didn't choke himself. Could Hollows even choke themselves? Liam wasn't entirely sure. That might actually be something worth looking into.
But first things first, he had to make sure that one of the less intelligent Hollows present didn't do anything silly. "A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed - Gritz." Pulling out a Ginto tube from one of his jacket's pockets. Liam tossed it towards his new temporary ward. The tube glowed and changed shape, forming into a large silver pentacle that would wrap around the Hollow and seal it inside a large coffin-like structure. Keeping it nice and safe for now. Judging from the large difference in strength that Liam had compared to the Hollow, Froppy would not be getting out of his binding anytime soon.
With that dealt with, Liam sauntered his way over to where Yaksha was keeping an eye on Glutgo. "So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" While Liam hoped otherwise, it would not take a genius to figure out what the trio of Hollows were in the area for.
Froppy put it best when he first laid eyes on Liam after all.
{Spoiler}Name: Gritz (Five Construct Limit) Class: Ginto Tube Technique Type: Binding Range: 30 Meters Tier: III Incantation: A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed - Gritz! Description: This technique uses a silver tube to form a man-sized pentacle symbol travelling at half-bala speeds which envelops its target, trapping them inside.
"Oh, you know. Just out and about, trying to enjoy ourselves. I personally came here to trample on a few people's skulls, rip out their brains and bathe in their grey matter. The feeling of a person's dying neurons firing across my scales one last time just gives me such a thrill." Yaksha's tone was soft and calm, as casually warm as one who was talking about a long-planned vacation, or discussing their latest day off with a co-worker. One of his hands was shoved halfway down Glutgo's throat, with both of the tubby beast's hands clutching to it. He snorted once more, grasping the plastic mannequin and then yanked it out with a wretched slurping sound, like a sneeze played in reverse. He turned back towards Liam, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side. There was a faint mischievous tint to his gaze, as he folded a hand across his chest.
"How's that, child? Senselessly evil enough? Are you suitably convinced now that I'm a hollow? I mean, I've had more than my fair share of insults and accusations lobbied at me for not engaging in acts of senseless violence, but I quite simply have too much common sense to demean myself like that."
He never actually waited for a response, simply walking past Liam towards the shimmering coffin of pure reishi that had been created. His fingers slid over it, eyes lidded ever so slightly with fatigue, as if he were having great trouble staying awake and engaged in what was going on. There was a faint scraping sound, like of porcelain over metal, and then he pressed his lips against the material, speaking in a slow, careful tone.
"Can you hear me, Froppy?"
He was answered almost immediately by a streak of sizable curses, turning away and crossing his hands over his face, as if ashamed. He let his mind wander for just a second, trying to make sense of what he'd just seen. It wasn't a kido...or at least not one he recognized. And this individual certainly didn't -dress- like a shinigami. Was there such a thing as a plainclothes shinigami? Yaksha was passingly aware they had human bodies they could ride in to walk amongst them, but once detached, it was easy to spot one. This human looked...human, in every way that counted. There was no sense of awkwardness or stilted behavior that Yaksha had come to expect from the black-clad totalitarians. But this technique was nearly unheard of.
"That trick of yours. It's pretty impressive. How long would it normally last, if you didn't choose to let him out?"
"Is that so?" Liam asked back, his head tilting to the side as if someone had just told him a fascinating tidbit of information. The Hollow was probably being rather facetious, or perhaps Yaksha was simply confident enough in his own power to speak in such a brazen manner. Liam WAS half tempted to simply stop hiding his power in order to give the creature a subtle warning against speaking like that. But he held back. There was no need to scare off such an interesting specimen.
Usually only the stronger Hollows were capable of reason. The weaker ones succumbed to their own hunger more often than not and lost control. The simple fact that Yaksha was able to hold something of a civil conversation with Liam was rather interesting.
As the Hollow walked past him to inspect, his Ginto technique, Liam gave Glutgo a slightly wary look. While it was unlikely the creature could actually harm him given the difference in strength and Liam's skill with Blut. It always paid to be cautious.
"It will keep him there for a few minutes." Liam answered Yaksha as the elder Hollow queried him on his technique. There was little point in hiding the truth. Froppy would most likely not be able to escape anyway unless Liam let him out.
The same could be said if he used the technique on any of the Hollows present.
"Would you like another demonstration?" He asked, holding up another Ginto tube between his fingers for the Hollow to see. The slight threat hanging in the air as the tube wiggled in his fingers.
"Play nice with whom, child? The sheep? One doesn't play with sheep at all, no matter what Froppy may tell you! I came here for dinner and a show, that's all. My comrades care far more about the dinner part, but when you get to be my age, you start to realize that meals need something more than simple flavor and filling. You need...substance. You need...flair. And both of these two lack substance to the extreme."
Yaksha walked towards the barrier, leaning on it and speaking in an almost comically loud voice, as if he were trying his very best to be heard by the hollow inside. He knew Froppy was whipping himself into a frenzy inside, would likely do everything in his power to break out soon...and he was counting on it, in fact.
"Honestly, I enjoy the company! Hollows are beings of instinct, purest id. There's no logic, no room for reality or sense. A hollow wants, and I'm no different. Luckily for you, what I want isn't the blood and the dark and the fear. What I want is something very different. What I want is something that doesn't come easily...but one certainly can't tell a man his wants are unreasonable or unrealistic, and expect him to stop wanting...now can they?" The hollow chuckled, a thick throaty sound that almost made it seem like he had a cold and needed desperately to clear it. Beneath his claw, Froppy was going mad, pushing himself to the very limits...
Until it finally boiled over. The hollow smashed into the barrier,then did it again; it took him four tries before he did, but before he could move so much as an inch, Yaksha's hand slid down, grasping the slender little beast by the arm and holding him in the air. He tilted his head, watching Froppy's panicked, weakened movements. He didn't speak for several long seconds, simply watched the hollow dangle and shout wordless hatred. Finally, Froppy seemed to find his tongue.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Why are you taking -his- side!? Humans are -food-! Fuck you! We don't talk to -food-!"
"Froppy...I've wanted to say this for days, and now the time is finally right. Anthropophagus means 'cannibal'."
Yaksha punctuated the words with a careful, almost tidy extending of his jaws, taking a sizable chunk out of Froppy's hip, and swallowing it without ceremony. He shut his eyes, let out a grunt, and seemed totally oblivious to the other hollow's wails of pain and dismay.
"Servicable. Hardly enjoyable. Much like you've been the last week."
He chomped down again, this time his jaw opening impossibly wide, crushing Froppy's ribcage in a single smooth motion, leaving the hollow squirming and shrieking as Yaksha swallowed him like a cooked spaghetti noodle, and then began to draw shapes idly in the thick black ichor that had splashed on his mask. He seemed lost in the ritual, painting odd whorls and swirls on his face, as he hummed to himself.
"I've met one or two Hollows who aren't that bad. So I will have to disagree there." Liam retorted to Yaksha's rant about how Hollows were entirely ID and lacked logic or sense. After all, if Cybele had no sense of reason, Liam would have been reduced to dust on the sands of the White Desert all those days ago. Considering an entire castle of somewhat civilized Hollows lay out there in the desert somewhere was proof enough that Yaksha was not totally correct.
He was actually somewhat surprised to see his binding broken. But desperation and anger do usually act as impressive sources of strength from time to time. So in the end it didn't really matter much. Gritz was simple, quick and only truly meant to hold equal opponents still for a few moments at most. The difference in strength was still large enough that it was not a concern in the long run.
But needless to say, Liam was slightly disturbed at Yaksha's consumption of his comrade. While he knew that such an act was par for the course with Hollows. He had never been at the front row when it came to such a carnal scene. Nor was he expecting Yaksha to suddenly turn on his packmate.
"You may want to head back to Hueco Mundo." Liam spoke softly to Glutgo behind him. Chances are, Yaksha might end up turning on his other packmate. Liam's compassion would demand it of him to at the very least give the other Hollow a chance to run away.
"Alright, you've had your dinner." Liam began, striding up towards Yaksha, not a single hint of fear or apprehension in his being. The young Quincy decided that he did not particularly like this Hollow in front of him. While Hueco Mundo did have survival of the fittest as one of its' main rules. The act of consuming someone that could be considered a comrade left a bad taste in Liam's mouth.
Yaksha glanced up slowly, life seeming to return to his eyes. He smiled ever so slightly, though the effect was spoiled somewhat by the bloodstains covering his teeth, and the stench of carrion on his breath. Yaksha pulled himself to his full height, towering effortlessly over the quincy. He approached slowly, without any of the sense of an impending predator. He glanced towards Glutgo, something like disappointment filling his gaze as the two eyes met.
"You needn't worry, friend. Today is not your day. Froppy was a petty, helpless little child. He threw one tantrum too many, that's all. As a general rule, I save my more nourishing meals for desperate times. I had already decided tonight that Froppy was going to die. From the moment we'd met, I wanted him to die. To suffer." He turned to Liam, his hands slowly and almost thoughtlessly caressing the shades he'd made on his own face. The thick black splotches of ichor seemed to have dried already, giving Yaksha an odd tribal mien that clashed with his smooth, soothing voice.
"You think me...repugnant, don't you. I can see it in your face. Smell it on you. Suddenly, your guard is up. My words fall on deaf ears. I've seen it countless times, and it makes me want to do something very...short-sighted." He rose a hand, clenching it slightly, his claws tightening into a fist so tight that the cracking sound could be heard even from a distance. His jaw set, his fangs clenched, and a look of overwhelming fury came over him.
"I want to eat you, child. I really, truly do. I want to eat every person I run across. I want to destroy, to besmirch. I want to ruin. I see your face, and all I can think is 'food'! I want to see you splayed on the ground, spread-eagle, coated in blood!"
Yaksha's eyes closed, his nails raked over his chest, and more thick black ichor slid out. And this time as he spoke, his voice was soft, almost whisper-soft. Like he was talking to himself, more than Liam. He spoke in a tiny, trembling voice that made him sound almost pathetic, a wheedling pleading tone like a child was arguing with his parent for just a few more minutes before bedtime.
"But I can wait. All things in time, time brings all things. There are literally trillions of more suitable targets, ones that won't fight back. I can count half a dozen hollows that will come crawling to me the moment that things went wrong. Hollows that would leap into Honest Iago's arms. That is it. I am not what I am. I am a hollow, but I am not a hollow. I am not what I am. I am a liar, by trade and by nature. I can lie to myself as well as everyone else. And I can wait."
Yaksha's eyes widened, closed for a split second, and then his hand pressed against his snout, claws raking against his mask. When he opened his eyes, there was no trace of that anguish and hunger, no trace of that weak, pleading, childish creature.
"It's not that strange, you know. To want to see others harmed. I am mankind, unmasked. I am nothing more than what your neighbors wish they could be. I don't try to hide it...and I will always be right here, ready for the day you need me." He took one last step forward, bowing his head and smiling. "All you have to do is...use me, child. Make the most of me. I've already saved you the trouble of disposing of one soul. Why not twenty, or fifty? Or a thousand? So long as you don't get attached...you have nothing to fear."
He opened his eyes ever so slightly, his gaze radiating honesty as he spoke one more time, placing his hands by his side.
"I do my job. I do what I'm good at. I do what it takes to survive. And I will absolutely give you everything you ask of me. Until the day you turn a weapon on yourself...it can never hurt you."
Post by Fryst Dronning on Nov 16, 2015 1:44:08 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
Fryst had been on her way to do her daily rounds, the dance studio, then her favorite coffee shop etc etc. On her way to the first stop however she felt it, a Quincy and then shortly after a hollow. Crap.. just what her day needed. She began headed towards the pair of reiatsu signatures in a brisk walk. She thought she recognized one of them, or at the very least had met it. She started to think about what quincy she knew.. there weren't too many that's when it donned on her... Liam. He had showed as he left using his stepping allowing her to feel his reiatsu. With a sharp intake of breath and a little surprised squeek as she realized it she began running in her four hundred dollar heels. There wasn't enough time, he could be in trouble! Her physical body technique dispesing into thousands of snowflakes trailing behind her as her reiatsu was now able to be felt in it's entirety.
With a leap she went directly into a masterful sonido, not having time to reign in her reiatsu she left a trail of frost behind her for a moment on the sidewalk, like skid marks of cold from something having too much acceleration too fast. In less than a moment she slid to a stop just in front of liam, the ground around them frosting over as she stuck out her arms protectively facing the hollow.
"I swear to you Hollow-san I don't want to hurt you so don't hurt him..."
She had no idea what the current situation was and had simply assumed. Her Arrancar form and true form now apparent to liam. Her blue dress and sheer cape behind her, the tiara of bone poking out of her hair line. Her hollow hole just above her navel, about the size of a baseball. She really didn't know how idiotic she looked but.. all she could think about was protecting a friend.. even a new one from harm.
{Spoiler}Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sight as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing. Her reiatsu, and appearance that of a regular non spiritual human.
"You just murdered someone in front of me. Why wouldn't I be on guard?" Liam shot back at Yaksha. While it may be natural for Hollows to eat each other, it didn't mean Liam had to like the idea, or to accept it when it happened right in front of him.
It also seems that Liam's hopes for a peaceful solution were also dashed against the rocks. It appeared that Yaksha was just as feral as the rest of the lesser Hollows in the end. He just hid it remarkably well. In fact he might be even worse than the average one who simply wanted a full belly.
"I'm not going to use you at all. There are other, less morally repugnant means to an end for me." He began, taking another step towards the Hollow. "In fact, I'-" Whatever it was Liam was about to say was cut off as a rather familiar Reiatsu signature was picked up. A small, but genuine, smile appearing on his face as he realized who it was he felt.
He recognized that voice, he recognized that hairstyle and he certainly remembered the sight of that derrière. While Fryst's presence was unneeded for Liam's protection. He certainly appreciated the gesture, as it all but solidified his theory that the Arrancar was indeed a good person.
"Fryst!" He cheered, dropping the bundle of groceries in order to free both of his hands. Which then promptly wrapped around the Arrancar so Liam could fully glomp her from behind in happiness. He was actually partly worried that his sudden appearance last time they met would would have annoyed her slightly. But here she was, trying to protect him. So it seems that she was willing to let bygones be bygones and still remain friends.
"So this is your Arrancar form. Love the dress. Classy, elegant and it shows off that awesome figure of yours."
To Yaksha, this would probably be quite the sight. Gone was the serious and threatening teenager who had been fully prepared to beat him to within an inch of his life. Instead he was replaced by some playboy cuddlebug.
Yaksha had to bite back another acerbic response, hide his knee-jerk reaction to be snide and degrading. This human had seen something unsightly, had watched Yaksha betray a supposed ally. He didn't feel guilt for it, not truly...guilt was for those who didn't understand the way of the world, those who didn't -want- to understand the world. This boy thought that he had already figured out the hollow before him, that he knew everything there was to know. Yaksha wanted to screech and shout, wanted to claw out his own tongue and smash his own brains in. Yet again, he'd closed off a bright, shining possibility in a single moment!
And yet, perhaps not just yet. This new arrival was unexpected, and he could feel her gaze withering him. But there was one thing Yaksha did well, and that was put a spin on things. There wasn't a single thing in this world that Yaksha couldn't turn to his benefit, if he had ample time. He was in a crunch here, that much was honest...and there was far more than discontent at stake. He knew, instinctively, that one misstep would lead to his death as easily as anything else. He could cut his losses, could walk away even now and hope never to see either of these two again. He could take the safe bet...
Or he could go all-in. He could double down, and prove just how he'd managed to survive this long. That...that held a certain appeal to the snake.
Yaksha cleared his throat, holding a hand up slowly in a soft, casually thoughtless gesture, one finger extended as if to plead for another second or two, as if he were just finishing up another conversation. He retreated into himself, could feel his brain bubbling along like thick sludge, like treacle waiting to harden. And in a moment of epiphany, the words came to him. Perhaps not the -right- ones. But good words, all the same.
"You call me a means to an end, child. Even I am not so repugnant as to treat others as objects. As...tools. Froppy was a man, but he was not a very good one. Froppy was petty, selfish, cruel, and short-sighted. Froppy was a creature that had absolutely zero potential. And yet even he had a right to life. He made his decisions, and he accepted the consequences of his actions. To compare yourself to him, to assume you could meet such an ignoble fate...well, it dilutes your own nature, and paints far too flattering a picture of that man. He had no hope, not from the very start.
"Yet everyone serves a purpose. To toss me aside like a toy you've lost interest in...to give up hope on me, just because you've seen my ugly side for a second. That makes you far more distasteful than I. I ate Froppy, but he is not dead. Not...truly. His memories and his potential rests within me, and I have no intention to waste it like he did. In his name, I will make this world a better place. I took his freedom from him, truly...but he was already a slave to his own passions. Now, at least, he is a slave to a cause of some greater purpose."
Yaksha stood in place, gesticulating ever so slightly as he spoke. His hands pressed to his chest, giving off more of that earnest, sincere tone to his speech, only to fly off into the air and gesticulate around himself at the mention of a 'greater purpose'. He seemed like even he wasn't sure what he was talking about, not truly.
"I won't do you the disservice of telling you I don't want to hurt the human. It's too late for that, and you wouldn't believe me anyways. I will only say that I don't take an interest in hurting humans that show a glimmer of...hope. As a general rule, I prefer to go after those who don't have much hope of improving themselves, or others. And as a general rule, I'm always amicable to the notion of helping the local heroes. I mean, I certainly helped with the population control today, no?"
Yaksha's grin revealed altogether too many teeth, too sharp and too packed close together to be anything but unsettling.
"Take my word for it, or not. In time, you'll understand. All I want is to have my place in this world. I'll carve it out in a bloody gash if need be."
Post by Fryst Dronning on Nov 21, 2015 4:59:52 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
The powerful arrancar would have heard every word that the hollow spoke.. if she didn't have the lecherous young man assaulting her from behind. The hollow just kept talking, but even as he started liam grabbed fryst from behind and her cheeks went instant blush, she lightly tried to push him off but was getting no where for the moment and so she tried to talk, but why was he all touchy feely?
"Liam-kun get- no wait what did you say?!"
With a quick turn like a blurr she would try to land a solid smack across his face with maybe a little too much force, because if it landed he would find himself instantly knocked into the dirt with stars in his eyes. She would stick her tongue out at him if hit or not either way he would have had to let her go and turn back to the hollow fidgetting cutely.
"I'm sorry Hollow-san.. ummm what did you say?"
In truth she hadn't heard a word at all of what he had said.. she knew it was long and a lot so.. she may be interested in hearing again. It was clear to her now however that liam didn't need protecting.. damn it.. this was going to be a long day.
{Spoiler}Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sight as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing. Her reiatsu, and appearance that of a regular non spiritual human.
Pavement still tasted awful. But Blut was still a wonderful thing. Allowing him to take Fryst's slapping without much damage. That said, it still left a rather nasty looking red imprint of her palm on his cheek that would no doubt persist for quite some time.
Making a sound of a kicked puppy, Liam yanked himself out of the dirt. With a pout on his face, he crossed his legs and sat down. Shooting a mock glare at Fryst. "Oh I see how it is, I'm happy to see you and give you a compliment and all you do is smack me into the dirt." Making a grand show of it, Liam stood up and crossed his arms. Pointedly not looking in Fryst's direction at all. As if he had been greatly snubbed by the Arrancar princess.
Turning his head to Yaksha, Liam's hand moved to cover one half of his face, mock-whispering at Yaksha. "She may seem all nice and friendly, but we've seen her true face now haven't we?"
.....Was this really the time or place for this? What the hell happened to the serious attitude he had just a moment ago? Was it all an act? Is his current behavior an act? Or is it how Liam is normally?
Who really knew with such a perplexing creature. But it seems that Liam had all but ignored Yaksha's philosophizing in favour of simply sulking there and generally acting unproductive.
This was just too rich. Apparantly the arrancar had managed to calm Liam down almost immediately, leaving him little more than a hormonal adolescent. Yaksha watched the display with hardly any emotion at all, his gaze wide and open as he watched to see the human's inevitable commeupance. Even in his day, such a bold and open display would've ended poorly for him, and this time was no exception. As soon as Fryst's palm struck against Liam's cheek, leaving him on the ground and eating dirt, the hollow was clapping his hands, laughing openly. "Spectacular! Bravo! I must say, I'm impressed! That sort of hit is downright textbook, and to a friend no less! If you ask me, you're more of a threat to the mortal than I am."
Yaksha walked over towards Liam, leaning forth to block out the sight of the sun, his mouth lolling open in a toothy, almost excited sneer as he watched the boy trying his best to recover and get back up to his feet. Along the way, he of course had to make any number of comments about the girl...though Yaksha couldn't be entirely sure he wasn't joking, given the smile still plastered on his face, and the tone he spoke them in. Yaksha watched politely, quietly, before he finally shook his head, beginning to run his clawed fingers across his face, with the sense of an almost ritualistic motion to it. It smeared the thick dark ichor deeper into his white mask, leaving his face oddly mottled as he finally sighed, speaking in a rush of air.
"I'm afraid I have to take her side on this one, and that's not just because we're very nearly kissing cousins in terms of race. That was a downright disgraceful display, not even the slightest attempt to introduce yourself properly or say something. The only kinds of people that leap right in like that are quite frankly the sort that deserve a good slap to the face, if you ask me! If you'd wanted to do it right, you should've taken your time. You should've set it up a little more carefully. And most importantly, you should've picked an angle where she could've seen your face from. But...well, we've already established you don't want my help, now do you? Enjoy your woman problems, little one."
Post by Fryst Dronning on Nov 24, 2015 1:52:50 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
Fryst took a little playful bow to the hollow who clapped, he sure was long winded. Fryst immediately got the impression that he liked to hear himself talk. It was like he was lecturing liam.. about a playful slap and how he could have avoided it.. made fryst feel bad for liam. She sighed at liams words however, true face? Poor boy...
"Liam-kun this is my true face, maybe you shouldn't try and molest me when you see it though, make a girl feel un easy around you."
She looks back at the hollow sighing.
"He would need to find a woman for himself to have woman troubles though hollow-san. I am not his nor sadly to say I consider it."
She looked back at liam again giggling.
"He is a little young for me.. by about nine hundred years I think.."
Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sight as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing. Her reiatsu, and appearance that of a regular non spiritual human.
"Nine hundred you say? Certainly don't look it." Liam grumbled from his position. There were certainly many other choice comments about Fryst's age. But he enjoyed his current unfrozen state. "But of course you have no issue leading me on and abusing my cooking skills for a free meal." Letting out a short huff, Liam covered his heart with a one hand, pressing the other against his forehead in a mock swoon.
"Must you play with my heart like this?" He asked, injecting as much melodrama and false hurt as he possibly could. Either to gain sympathy or to cause people to roll their eyes even more. He barely reacted as Yaksha stood over him, blocking out the light of the sun and lectured him on how to properly act towards a woman. He spared the Hollow a glance. And for the briefest of moment's Yaksha would see a look of pure contempt in the young Quincy's eyes. "Pretty sure a giant lizard isn't the best person to be taking women advice from." He drawled, taking one long glance at Yaksha. Liam stood up to his full height, before finally letting his Reiatsu leak out for the first time that night. Not enough to make it look like he was visibly threatening the Hollow. To a casual onlooker, it was simply him not bothering to hide anymore.
But at such a close range, Yaksha would certainly get a taste of just how much Liam's power outstripped his own. "And you should probably not call me little one."
Yaksha's gaze turned utterly unreadable, his eyes seeming to turn unfocused. For a single moment, there was something entirely inhuman in his gaze, something that was truly and primally reptilian. It was like he had just given face to some cold hindbrain feeling that no sane human had ever contemplated, much less put words to. He stared at Liam in absolute, unholy silence. The thick, drowning miasma of reaitsu nearly pinned him to the spot, left his limbs and body nearly locked up, left him unable to even try to fight back. Yet his eyes, those incredible mad eyes, seemed to show absolutely no fear, no sense of the impending peril upon himself. He tilted his head, and inhaled deeply.
"I have fifteen hundred years and at least a foot on you. You are little. Deal with it."
This seemed, at the time, to be the absolute limit of his conversational ability, as he turned away in a single smooth motion, his gaze flickering away from Liam and Fryst, his gaze sliding back towards Glutgo. The overly-round, corpulent hollow was raking one long claw against the surface of a building, scraping off a handful of what looked very much like rubble, and then munching down on it. He ruminatively chewed each one, letting them crack and crumple to powder between thick, tombstone like teeth, before turning his gaze towards Yaksha.
"You brought me here intending to eat me."
"Yes. I never had any intention to let you harm humans. I had hoped it would be Froppy, instead of you; you're no threat to anyone, not as you are. But I was prepared to kill you if needed."
"You lied to me for two weeks straight. You told me you wanted me to become something great."
"And I do. That wasn't a lie, at least. But you must know that you're broken, Glutgo. Something inside of you is...broken. Not quite there. Not quite right. I'm broken, too. But I at least have the benefit of introspection, and wisdom on my side. And in time, I may find it possible to fix myself."
"So you'd rather fix everyone else, before yourself."
Yaksha stared on in silence, his hands clutching and snatching at the air, rending and raking at the sky as if he were trying to slash to ribbons some invisible obstacle. He gnashed his teeth, let out a strangled hissing sound, and then finally slumped forward.
"Yes. I suppose. That's not entirely wrong. I want to see you actualize, Glutgo. So consider this your wake-up call. Evolve, or die. Fix yourself, or end up like Froppy. Put your talents to good use, or I'll do it on your behalf."
The other hollow grunted, glancing around the area, and then letting out a soft, almost mournful burp. He turned back away, planting both feet on the roof and then allowing a thick, greenish-purple tongue to escape his throat, slicing a hole into some bruised purple dimension, some realm that stank of sand and fear and the hunt. He said nothing at all, simply stepped into it, vanishing. Yaksha stared at the empty patch of air a few seconds too long, then turned back to Fryst and Liam, his expression oddly jaunty now, full of a sort of mad exuberance that made it seem like none of that conversation had ever even happened.
"So! Are you as superficial as your friend here, Fryst? Or do you actually care about the person underneath the pretty face?"
Post by Fryst Dronning on Nov 27, 2015 3:11:16 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
Fryst looked at Liam and tried hard not to laugh at his over dramatized reactions. At least he had that going for him, so she gave him a little giggle before his little words with the hollow before the hollow seemed to zone out. Fryst used sonido to appear next to the hollow and poke him gently in the mask.
"Hollow-san... you okay?"
When he seemed to come to she startled disappearing in a buzz of static and near instantly reappearing behind liam with a little squeek. But quickly recovered answering his question. She offered a kind smirk as she spoke, her voice up beat.
"Superficial? No no not at all, Liam-kun may be cocky, sometimes over dramatic and have horrible woman skills, but I wouldn't call him superficial. Neither am I, I like to think. Superficial people tend to only look at themselves over others I think, like thinking that age and size gives you an advantage over someone. Those qualities by nature are superficial, especially the people that try to gloat them over others that are... superior to them."
Fryst said all of this with a nice bouncy tone, all the while giving a kind smile. She didn't like it when someone picked on her friends, and while Liam may be a lecherous young man, he was still counted among them.
"Age does not mean wisdom hollow-san. I know that personally. You can go back to the beginning of written history and have seen it all, but not have learned a thing."
She did a little head nod to him to infer she was done. He reminded her of the hollow that followed her father. Arrogant, lording over what little advantages they had, merely to make themselves feel important.
He had to admit. Even if Liam did not like Yaksha. The Hollow had more balls that anyone else he had met. Even though Liam could feel the weight of his own power holding the older Hollow in place. There was not even the slightest hint of anxiety or fear in the soulless eyes that stared back at him.
"The hell are you that old and not a Menos?"
....Not a relevant question. But a noteworthy one all the same. If Yaksha was indeed as old as he claimed he was. The sheer number of souls he consumed to simply sate his hunger should have easily been enough to cause him to jump up to a Menos class.
But those answers would have to wait for another time.
"I don't have horrible women skills." He protested, spinning on his heel to fully face Fryst. Pointing his finger so it was right in front of her nose. An slight grin on his face. Already bouncing back from his previous serious mood.
"Its all part of an elaborate plan to win your heart.~"
... Goddammit Liam, could you ever be serious? Just for an hour or two. Could you reign in those hormones of yours?
"You've already caught me with your innocence and sweetness. Now I just need to catch you back.~"
Evidently, Liam could not. But at the very least he answered Yaksha's accusation of him being superficial. Confirming what Fryst said about him.
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