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The sky began to fill with cracks of bright, yet ebony light. Falling, falling.... more particles seem to flow out from these gaps than before, collecting in large numbers and consuming the world around them. The threat continues to grow. Those brave enough to have fought the spirits before were consumed by darkness, sent to a world that can no longer be reached. The precipice world is no longer accessible via a Senkaimon Gate, or Garganta, or whatever other method to travel from realm to realm. The danai is now home to a complex distortion, mass of the dangai walls forming into spirits as they disperse again and quickly disappear. The outside worlds are in turmoil; large towers began to erect from different areas across the three realms, attacking people, souls and hollows nearby. These towering structures seem to be be composed of the same material of the spirits and possess nearly the same abilities.
A new wave of spirits may come, perhaps stronger than the first wave... the source of these creatures... they must be destroyed.
Those in the dangai world... there is something within, something omnipresent and at the same time, off in the distance. Not to worry, due to what has happened, time has begun travelling at equal pace to that of the outside world... so no training! Locate the source!
Post by Mayuri Kurotsuchi on Nov 21, 2015 5:55:52 GMT
-Kurotsuchi Mayuri-
How annoying was this? It seemed that every time the genius and illustrious captain of the twelfth division was on the verge of a major break through in biometric and D.N.A schematics some world shattering and needy little event happened.. in this case the Dangai seemed to have boken open.. and was oozing out into the various realms. Annoying...
As the senkaimon opened and mayuri simply walked into hueco mundo he happened to spot the massive structures in the not so far off distance and yawned boredly. He began walking towards it as another form walked close behind him, Nemu. Her hands folded in front of her silently as she followed.
"Nemu.. be sure to get some samples while we are here.. I am in need of more.. living tissue for stress tests from these.. things."
He of course meant the spirits that were coming from the structure itself. It was something that had peaked the captains interest soley do to that the structures themselves were at least in appearance.. alive. If they were alive then that meant that they could be sentient, which means that they could if at all possible.. be replicated and controlled.... He of course had already prepared for fighting, having taken readings on everything in a two hundred mile radius of his arrival point. He merely continued his walk towards the structure.. it's not like anything was going to stop him.
"What a dreadful eyesore. I thought the tower of Las Noches were gaudy enough to be worth knocking over, but this is a whole new level of ostentatious."
Yaksha spoke to himself as much as anyone else, limbs dragging idly through the sands and his tongue darting out curiously every few seconds. Whatever had caused this tower to arise was curiously...devoid of life, of reaitsu. If Yaksha had to give it a sensation, it was the sensation of Teflon; far too smooth, too soft, everything sliding right off. Yaksha had the distinct sense if he touched one of these things, he'd find his fingers continuing in the same direction, into infinity. They were hardly appetizing, and while he could say they were interesting, he could say the same about the taste of cazu marzu. Interesting things didn't always bear fruit.
Still, he had spent the last few days wandering the wretched desert because he was, not least of all, -bored-. He'd started to feel an ever rising disgust both with himself and with his company, with the very fact that he had to content himself to skulking about endlessly. He was a creature older than many of the shinigami he'd met, a creature so old that he could truly say he predated nearly everything about the world he was a part of. And yet, Yaksha couldn't shake the looming knowledge that, no matter what he did, he -wasn't- a part of that world. Not anymore. Not for far far too long. He was part of another world, one nearly identical...but far from the same. He was stuck in a world of dopplegangers, of pale reflections of what he actually saw. The few people who actually saw him or spent time with him were people who constantly chided him for the simple fact that he was trying to force himself somewhere he wasn't welcome. Loathe though he was to admit it, the only home he had was Hueco Mundo.
Gods, how Yaksha hated having options. And perhaps, with this newfound eyesore poking up from the desolate sands, with this wretched obelisk made to advertize some presence Yaksha could only begin to fathom, he may have found his next viable option as well. A few people no doubt would've found it absurd; the very notion of a hollow trying to fit in. But if there was one thing Yaksha'd had enough of in life, it was isolation. It was time for him to have an impact, for a change. Even if it was on a world that wanted no part of him. Especially, in fact.
There were many legends in the Old World that were still scattered amongst the New. People, and creatures of myth that were nothing more than just words in a text book unless one could open himself to see the truth around them. Though it took a very peculiar vision, and a quite the patience, one could find himself talking to those once known, or known of. In a deeper recess of Hueco Mundo, one such figure from Mankind's lore was found. Still as blind as when he was described in the ancient text of a man's journey home, but this time, more twisted and sinister looking to fit the setting. His skin looked akin to alabaster plastic, with a sheen that reflected whatever little light came across his form. His jaws were host to several dozen arrays of sharp teeth behind the bone mask, and each claw on all ten digits rivaled the sharpest of cutlery. Theocelese found this man, or so he thought, by pure chance. What became of their interactions started with the former scolding the latter on the old ways, that if guidance was needed, the price must be paid. In Hueco Mundo, that price was obvious.
And so the Grecian returned to the Old One's abode, each arm extended backwards and each hand carrying a large beast, another Hollow to supplement the one demanding tribute. Such a thing was gladly taken, and in turn, the Old One spoke of the world's distortion, that once again, the Reborn Hero's home would either come to victory or ruin. There would be no interference from passivity this time, no staying the course safely on the side lines. This was do, or die, and a place such as Hueco Mundo, more relevant in any conversation relating to savagery and barbarism needed a symbol of something the opposite. There were other topics of conversation, but as they say, another story for another time.
Theocelese climbed out of the wretched wasteland beneath the desert and took himself back to his home. The old part of him had snatched mental control for a while, and he took to cleaning the place up. He didn't need garbage bags, or even a dumpster. All the ruined objects, chairs, stools, tables, and the like were collected in a massive pile just outside of Hueco Mundo's walls and incinerated. He watched the flames until there was nothing but ash mixing with the sand, occasionally flicking a cigarette butt into the mix. His gaze, affixed with malice, would set the scene for him later. There would be more burnings, not of junk but pyres. At least to those who stood against him with honour, and as such, would be given the proper rites according to his customs.
The Old One's words were not so clear what would cause the disturbances, or what exactly would be the threat. Beings with an appearance that could only be described as indomitable, and beyond the acceptance of any being worth his or her reasoning. This would be a voyage in itself. Theocelese knew this, and as such took the mental and physical preparations to steady himself against the future which held violence. In his room, he took to finding an old cassette collection that was once played in his church back in the Human World. Going to such a place eventually grew on him. Listening to the hymns played while he bowed in silence, palms and fingers pressed together in prayer started out as a youthful means of meditation. He reflected on himself, there, just as he did now. However, he did not pray to a Christian god, but instead had built a small multi-shrine to the high-lords of man in the ancient times. Incense was lit, and Theocelese took to a knee, his right arm pressed diagonally up and across his chest so the knuckles of his loose fist were lightly pressed against the front of his shoulder. Specifically, he was giving his prayers and thoughts to Athena, the one who guided him and continued to do so. The golden idol did not move or react to any of these gestures, and he was content with that. She would come to him when the time was right.
With the sounds, scents, and scenery of his past all clashing in a solidarity of his personal ritual, the mental preparations were finished. Physically, all he did was what any other soldier of his time would do: Take care of the body. He washed with spiced water and oils, his long hair was tied back from several braids into one lone one. It was a proper way of giving his figure the respect it deserved before conflict, in the circumstance that he should perish. Yet, Theocelese had no intentions of being taken out here. His dress was not formal, no suit and tie today. However, the fabrics were more or less pristine, and a continuation of who he was merged with who he is, no matter how one looked at it. A dark blue, sleeveless tunic donned the top half of his body, as did several necklaces: A locket, silver in color and material, a cross no bigger than the size of a poker chip made of gold, as well as a few charms, their composition ranging from gold, to bronze, and iron as well. Adorning himself from the waist down, the Arrancar dressed in black hakuma and on his feet, Old World style sandals.
From his mantle, Theocelese procured his Zanpakuto, and his sword. One last time before venturing out, he took a knee in front of the burning incense for a few more minutes to have to himself. The Arrancar rose to his feet not too much longer. With his sword sheathed at his left side, his shield slung to cover his back and his satchel hanging at his right side, he set out into Hueco Mundo. Since he had come home, things had changed. He had been so focused on waiting for some kind of boom to signal the fight, he hadn't noticed the most obvious of changes in the distance until now. The landscape was as the Old One spoke, and the realm held a certain stillness that caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand at attention. Though he was not certain what to expect, the problem needed to be dealt with accordingly. The Arrancar took to the sky, rather than staying on the ground where something could ambush him from the sands below. He moved for some time, before coming across another presence down below. Weaker than he, much at that. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and as such, Theocelese would find himself shadowing the other Hollow with no intentions of actually being a shadow himself. He would see what would become of the creature.
What of the structures he was seeing? The buildings? He choose to keep a formidable distance between them, and so far the mysterious creations were just buildings to him. With a cigarette slowly burning between his lips, Theocelese watched and waited.
The snapping sound of bones and the ripping of spirit flesh where common among the hollow. He felt it, going down his throat was that of a hollow's mask, although a young one. but given a few more years it could have been very strong. It was better to stop such progression in it's tracks. But, he felt a chill through his body, and glanced southward, or rather, behind him. There was no true sense of direction in this pitiable world of sand and monsters, and his brow furrowed lightly as his cape went stiff. He was either distracted for some time.... or he was neglectful of his surroundings, but all the same, an immense tower had erected itself in the distance, and he had a feeling it would bring no greater spoils to this, the Shadow Lands. While he knew little of this pillar, he lurched forward, and ran strong, his trident in hand towards the towering structures. They reminded him of the structures he had seen in the human world once or twice. Although why they were here, in a land that does not truly value progress, he did not know.
As he closed the distance, he saw that they only got larger and larger, and he slowed his movements and he stared on. more in curiosity than anything else, allowing his dust smelling reitsu to waft about as it usually did, he tilted his large head a bit as he examined the light emitted from the usually perpetual blank dark sky, , something that was both light and yet... not. He did not know how to describe it. Nor could he state where it had come from in the first place. But for now, he was certain, this situation... was likely left to the stronger residents of the world, as well as the drek that formed swarms at the mere thought of food, but he knew to rush in for now... would be to ere. What would become of this curious event. He glanced his yellow goat like eyes about as he stood upright, his cape circled around his body, apart from the opening for his trident, as he noted several beings going towards it, but some... more notable than others. How curious. At the very least it will be a way to watch new ways of battle, and perhaps even catch a glimpse of new skills he had not seen before.
Post by Mayuri Kurotsuchi on Nov 23, 2015 21:54:34 GMT
-Kurotsuchi Mayuri-
The genius captain of the twelfth walks one at a leisure pace, feeling the reiatsu signatures of the various hollow and beings that were also drawn to this phenomenon. Ah finally the simpletons had taken notice and may just be able to do something to save their home. After all why should he have to do it? Let those of lesser intelligence die first, if for nothing else to be the taste tester for the king. Mayuri was well aware of what this massive structure was capable of, it's not as if the Dangai was something that had not been studied before. However it was previously believed that it was infinite, a creation by higher beings to keep the passage ways between the worlds clear of any obstructions. It had always been theorized that the cleaners were untouchable until Souske Aizen proved that a myth.
Since then the Dangai had been a thing of light study for the illustrious captain. If the cleaners could be killed then it could be theorized that if not cleaned that they could overflow, and if they overflowed then that world could spill over out of it's boundries into the realms. This was but one of many hypothesis out there however. The ever present danger of a hollow turning on Mayuri was not a variable he had not thought of before, but then again nothing was outside of possibility here as far as hostility went. There was not a being on this plane that could match Mayuri's wit and intelligence. He was here to measure, observe and if necessary.. engage. As much as it disgusted him to have to save this land of simple tastes, to keep the balance and to keep these... neandrythols where they belong. In this endless desert.
"And so it... begins.."
Mayuri spoke to more himself than Nemu, as they arrived near the base of the structure, on the opposite side of any of the hollow reiatsu signatures of note that had been pre detected before their entry.
{Spoiler}{Spoiler} Mayuri has completed organ replacement surgery prior, as he anticipated combat as an inevitability. Any items and body modifications listed in his profile are also on his persons and done, saying this is much easier than listing all 20+ of them.
Yaksha Dokuja was already beginning to feel his trepidation rise as he glanced around at this tower, up close. Now, it looked...queerly organic, smooth and alive in a way that was hard to describe, yet with a perfect symmetry that boggled the mind. It was like it had been created pre-formed, as if it hadn't had even the slightest chance to be worn away by time or natural growth. This...this thing was far too absurd to be allowed to exist, and yet Yaksha felt a strange sort of ecstasy from touching it. There was something undeniably appealing about being so near this...thing. Another nugget of exceptional, forbidden, unexpected knowledge lay just beneath his fingertips. He nearly salivated at the thought.
If there was one thing Yaksha Dokuja was known for, it was being absolutely impossible to predict for any period of time. Even now he could feel ten or fifteen different thoughts warring in his head, an almost hopeless sense of absolute glee at the thing in front of him, a sense that it must be protected and preserved, until he could fully understand its secrets. A sense of jealousy, an almost atavistic need to hoard this resource for himself, to fight off whatever intruders would hope to inspect it. And a deep, almost overwhelming loathing for this unnatural thing, for this invader. The latter was being stoked more and more with every second, his emotions going to war, nearly threatening to tear him apart.
Finally, Yaksha couldn't control himself anymore, and opened his jaw wide, sinking his fangs into the black, oddly organic structure. His jaw worked at it slowly, ruminatively, before he spat out a glob of it, wiping his mouth slowly. The taste was...absolutely horrid, and if Yaksha was any judge this thing was only crafted of reishi in the most rudimentary source. It was like a child had drawn a picture of a spirit being, some basic and primitive thing with no notion of what made reishi what it was. It was the equivalent of crayon scribbles.
"Okay, no. This cannot stand any longer. This...disgusting thing has to be gotten rid of. Today."
He did not know the entities below, did not hear the words muttered and spoken to themselves. He did not care for interaction, or getting to know these beings. In the moments of observation, his mind shifted to what could happen if what was bringing distortion to his home realm either came to life, or was waiting to activate. Of course, his plan of action could very well be the catalyst to make either or happen. If something that was more than likely an enemy stood there, exposed on all fronts, it was best to take the preemptive attack. Theocelese took further into Hueco Mundo's permanent night sky so that he could have a clear shot to the base of the structure. The Arrancar took the long, and final drag off of his cigarette and flicked the butt down to the sands before. At the moment he blew the toxic smoke, his arm raised to point a long digit—his index finger, at the structure.
“You all have three seconds to evacuate the premises.” Theocelese's voice boomed downwards to those on the floor beneath him.
The tip of his finger, the conduit of his attack, surged with power at the count of three. The ball of light absorbing energy would soon fire off in a single beam at the base of the structure. It was a Cero of his own creation, probably one of the strongest methods of destruction he could unleash in terms of range. At close proximity, the Arrancar himself was a machine of war and seldom was there any equal. Right now, however, Theocelese chose to err on the side of caution and remain at a distance. There was no need in falling for the Venus Fly Trap. In the event that the structure repelled his attack, he was at a safe enough distance to have more than adequate time to avoid any damage. All he could do now is wait to see whether or not the base of his target would give way, or not.
An extremely powerful Cero exclusive for Theocelese. It has characteristics of Cero Oscuras, being that it can cause extreme amounts of damage but only when it is night, or Theocelese has used Erebos. If used during daylight, its damage is cut by three-quarters and takes slightly longer to use. If used during night, or when Theocelese has used Erebos, enemies hit have their movement and reflexes reduced by half. Objects/techniques hit by this Cero are also slowed by the same amount.
The large constructs seemingly would come alive to the arrival of the stronger opponents that came on to the field. These weren't of the same, simple-minded souls that it had been feasting on to gradually increase its strength and size. The head of the tower suddenly awoken, basking a bestial roar as extremities emerged from all around, jaw like pincers opened up as they all began to charge an ebony orb of energy. All at once, the extremities began aiming toward the small group, without warning, beams of energy fired in bursts, aiming to destroy those who opposed the tower. The group would find that there would be no break with in this barrage.
At the same time, the base of the tower would see some activity as well; from the mass itself would spawn more dangai spirits, serving to protect the tower, and lunge at anything that would try to approach.
For the rest of this thread, a few special rules will apply. Cooldowns are reduced to one post. Rank does not apply toward advantages. Do not attack one another. If you want to approach this in a "solo" manner you may do so, as long as you follow posting order. After each round of posting, I will follow up with reactions to each person's post and attacks. Do note that it may take a little longer to reply to each of your actions individually. 24 hour rule has increased to 48 hours.
Memory Bank As the name implies, the towers hold a memory of every single encounter it has previously had, as well as stores new information. Each tower holds a percentage of the Central Hiveminds power and memory.
Dangai Malevolence Upon its structure, the Dangai tower can spawn a large number of jaw like pincers attached to the main body, from which a torrent of energy beams equivalent to a hollow’s cero, travelling at the same speeds and at the same size. These barrages can come nearly endlessly, however, the longer they are being fired, the weaker they become, starting at Tier IV and decreasing a Tier level every post it is fired. It takes a post to recharge this attack by one tier level, maxing at Tier IV.
Post by Mayuri Kurotsuchi on Dec 4, 2015 3:21:36 GMT
-Kurotsuchi Mayuri-
Even being on the opposite side away from the group of hollow, Mayuri heard and felt the build up of spiritual pressure in their direction. Together both Mayuri and Nemu used shunpo to get a safe distance away on a rocky out cropping as the cero struck the large pillar of the Dangai. Nothing seemed to happen however except that it came alive. The head moving as it began firing bursts and beams, defending itself.
"That daft neanderthal, he has no idea what he is doing!"
Mayuri was already aware through his close observations that it could mimic things that it seen and had used on it. Therefore not only had this idiotic simpleton of an arrancar awakened the tower but it had possibly taught it a new ability, gah it mattered not, keeping his eyes on the tower the genius captain spoke to his Vice who was still standing behind him quietly.
"Nemu.. go make the preparations, notify me when you are finished..NOW!"
The vice captain nodded not even taking the time to answer except saying "Yes mayuri-sama" and she was gone. Mayuri not only stood on the opposite side of the pillar than the other hollow but do to his shunpo he was standing about one hundred meters away from the tower watching as it fired off at the group and finally as expected he was noticed, a beam shooting directly for him. With another quick use of shunpo he dodged backwards again and hopefully out of range, no sense in fighting it, let the idiot hollow do that for him!
More of that crayon-scribble reaitsu, more of these primordial -things- that had no place even in the realm of the primal dead. Yaksha rose one hand in a clawing gesture, slicing towards one of these black, formless creatures. In some odd way, for some odd reason, he was reminded of the same inkblot entities that inhabited his own inner world, a world of nothing but residual memories, of less than life. Was this something similar? Was this the fate of hollows that failed to actually properly separate themselves from that boundless ocean of reaitsu and mindless thought? For a single second his grip wavered, his hands growing weak as half a dozen more of these things appeared, prepared to bury him under their sheer weight. He had no idea if these things had weapons, and was in no hurry to find out.
He jumped backwards in a surprisingly nimble gesture, his eyes darting up and about slowly, carefully. Earlier he'd seen what looked like a remarkable amount of reaitsu, enough to obliterate him entirely, fired towards this strange tower. Almost as if that had been a signal, it returned fire in kind, blasting and striking at incredible speeds. Yaksha stared on in surprise, looking down just a second too late. He saw another of those black, formless creatures coming closer, and clamped his jaw shut around whatever counted for a torso in this beast with no real body to speak of. He was well prepared for more of that heinous, disgusting taste, but he wasn't entirely sure how its friends would react...only that there were a lot of them, and they were almost certainly going to manage to get close enough to show him how dangerous this psuedo-soul could be.
Wasn't enough to bring the tower crumbling, but he certainly brought life to whatever this thing was. It responded in kind with starting to charge energy attacks of its own. The Arrancar brought his protective Zanpakuto forward and slipped his arm into the straps and drew his sword. By the time he'd readied himself, the attack was nearly to him. He would have stayed put, and just block the assault but at the ground-level, bodies began to emerge and began to converge towards one of the Hollow down there. He Stepped down behind the Hollow as one of the spirits lunged, and instead of getting to its prey, was met instead with a bash from the front of Theocelese's shield and nearly cut in two from a diagonal slash at the thing's torso. The motion in which the Arrancar performed was quick, efficient, and ended with him turning to face the structure. There were more creations around, more coming after them. But what concerned him now was the barrage of energy attacks coming his, and the other Hollow's (Yaksha) way.
“We would do well to stay mobile, or work together. I can cover you from the ranged attacks if you can deal with the things down here.”
They were working relatively well, they weren't rushing or trying to lay an onslaught against the tower, instead they allowed the spirits to draw near and attack defensively. It was a smart move, the barrage of energy blasts halted, the spirits were being warded off. If this kept up, certainly the group that would approach would be able to destroy the tower, however, with a roar, more spirits emerged from the base of the tower, prompting practically a swarm to advance to overwhelm the Hollow and Arrancar, as well as a hoard made to fly toward the Shinigami that attempted to back away from the fight.
The spirits were all relatively weak individually, however, in a swarm, would their combined strength overwhelm the Arrancar who had been taking care of most of the damage. The information it needed from this realm would be crucial for the central hivemind, the other towers working in their respective areas to do the same. While the fight would continue, there was another thing going on at the same time that may cause some concern, as the splatter of the dangai spirits would spread, it would cover more and more of the ground... perhaps this was something that the dangai hivemind had taken into account. Until everything was set into motion, the attacks and onslaught will continue.
Post by Mayuri Kurotsuchi on Dec 11, 2015 6:10:49 GMT
-Kurotsuchi Mayuri-
Mayuri was walking away, in the near distance stood a large black tarp that was covering something that appeared box like. Mayuri was calmly walking towards it from about fifty yards away as the tower sent a gaggle of those idiotic and weak creations at him, a small hoard was headed his way. How troublesome, the device was not quite ready yet to unveil.
"I do not have time to toy with lesser creations, so I will collect what is left after I am done."
As the large group of Dangai drones gets closer, they begin to slow, slowing to a jog speed then a walk and then eventually the entire pack freezes in place. They end up freezing in place just behind the genius captains back. He stopped and smirked turning to face the frozen group.
"Well well it looks like I have just acquired test subjects.. three through forty nine. Underlings... stasis and prepare them for transport, and hurry before more come. I do not wish to waste any more of this chemical on these drones, it took me precious time to make this amount."
At that moment from below the tarp ten twelfth squad members popped out from underneath it wearing specialized gas masks, in their hands were stacks of what looked like black flat squares. Running up to each of the dangai drones they pushed the squares onto the chest or main body of the entities and as they did this pushed a small red button in the center. A black organic thin layer of something burst out of the squares covering the beings in their entirety individually, sealing them inside and freezing them.
The Dangai while in this state could be slightly un predictable but it was widely known if you injected a small amount of reiatsu into the matter it could slow down its movements or even stop its growth or movement effectively freezing it. On this principle mayuri had developed and and laid down small spikes right underneath a thing layer of sand when approaching the .. device, as a defensive measure, knowing that the tower could possibly break itself apart and spawn underlings. He had come prepared. Unfortunately no more reiatsu could be spared to stop the next wave if there was one, the good handsome genius captain would be forced to fight if need be. His underlings began lugging the frozen black bags of dangai material to stack them behind.. the device as Mayuri turned and watched, and underneath the tarp one could hear nemu, hard at work, as she began finishing the preperations.
Yaksha watched with a relative lack of concern or emotion, seeming almost...curious. These dangai creatures had piled upon him, but none of them seemed that incredibly powerful. Their stifling, smothering weight covered him, held him in place, but with a few judiciously applied claws, he managed to slice them to pieces. It was an odd sensation cutting through them, as was everything else about them. These creatures were all around odd; there seemed to be no sense to their charges, no sense to their creation, no sense to their presence here. All they were doing was mindlessly charging in, waiting for...something. Yaksha had no idea what.
As the thick ichor of their inkblot bodies dripped from his fingers, seeming to get captured by the sands around them, Yaksha paused for a single second. The sands were thirsty, of course; like any desert, it drank up new liquids with wild abandon. And yet these dangai spirits kept coming at new angles, kept splattering their life's blood against the sands around them. Did they even bleed? Did they feel pain? Did these creatures have...any idea what was going on, aside from their orders to protect the hive?
"Mobility is key, and yet I think they realize that too. Do me a favor, if it's not too much trouble. You seem quite strong, if that cero from earlier was any sign. How easily could you form a...pit? Somewhere we could corral up all of these things. Call it a hunch, but I'm an old old man. This sort of fighting tactic is...well, it's purely nonsensical. They're -literally- throwing away their lives. The only way any of this makes sense is if they can still make a weapon when they're dead. And if that's the case, I want it to be quite clear where the safe zones begin an end."
He turned around idly, chomping another of the waxy, crayon-scribble creatures in half, and then scrubbing his tongue idly against the untainted grains.
"About fifty feet wide and ten or so deep should work. They're numerous, but they don't know how to use their numbers."
Theocelese found himself taken aback from the Adjuchas' response. He was more or less expecting a cold shoulder, or some kind of snide comment, but instead was given the gift of a response worth his time to listen. That comment about himself being old gave birth to a smile on the Arrancar's face, but the plan turned it into a grin. The sight of those...things...coming in after them like savage, untrained marauders backed the statement. In situations like these, it was best to make sure those few coming at you from all sides didn't just grow. A simple cero should have been able to do as the other Hollow suggest, but a few of the Dangai monsters who closed in too close for comfort repelled him from that plan, but only momentarily. All it took was a few bashes of his shield and a couple good swings to put the both of them in the clear, at least for the moment.
“They may know what they're doing, underestimating them may be a part of their end game. Stay vigilant, friend.”
With a Step upwards, Theocelese took himself about five meters above their current position, with his sword-gripped fist aiming a good distance from the Adjuchas' own spot to avoid hitting him. It was a simple Cero, but indeed would have some consequences on the sand-pit world's “ground”. The attack charged, then fired off. As requested, Theocelese made for them a nice big pit, although it was a bit bigger than what the Adjuchas asked for. It would have to do.
The shinigami captain proved to be troublesome as he ran away for most of the fight, trying to observe rather than attack. The spirits around him were paralyzed by the mere pressure of his reiatsu, perhaps a weakness that had carried over, and one that was poorly overlooked. No matter, as the hivemind adjusted for this flaw, not initially realizing that it was something casually cast-away as it had evolved, assuming that the new power would compensate for this weakness, it would not miscalculate a second time. The tower itself began to change tactics, giving the captain a bit of a surprise as several tendrils formed together to create a cannon of epic proportions. The energy gathered, taking consistent aim at the captain about 100 meters away. To compensate for the range, before it would fire, the cannon would move out, cutting the range in half in a mere instant before firing.
The beasts were focused on the two hollows at the other direction; they had seemingly halted their advancement and only acted defensively. The arrancar protected himself as well as the hollow behind him. As a cero would then launch from the arrancar, causing a hole, the creature halted, observing their movements; this confused the tower a bit, not knowing exactly what they were planning. Instead; it would continue with the onslaught, flying in at intervals and in small groups. The activity in the other realms have begun to affect this tower as well... information about a change would soon cause another event in this world. Whatever the Hollow and Arrancar were planning, it had better be good.
The creatures would swoop down over head and onto the pit where they both were, charging small, cero like energy into their palms, readying a close clash with a big force impact.
Name: Dangai Catastrophe Tier: VI Type: Offensive Class: Unknown Range: 100 Meters Description:Similar to Malevolence, all the summoned satellites can fuse together to create a cannon in the shape of an RPG Launcher. From this cannon launches a single thin beam of energy travelling at Cero speeds that, upon contact, explodes in a rising current of explosive energy with a radius of 30 meters from the point of contact. - Three post cooldown.
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