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Seran stood, arms crossed and feet slightly sunk into white sand. He frowned at the lifeless body of the shinigami sprawled out in front of him. He wasn’t actually dead, only attempting to rest for a moment after his last beat down. How long had it been? Two months? Seran took a moment to recall. He had originally kidnapped the shinigami to test his essence forging technique. But the boy’s memories and split personality had intrigued him, and he saw an opportunity to mold something special. It hadn’t been easy though, four times now he had managed to spirit Salem away when he was sent on missions outside of the soul society. And to Seran’s amusement he had yet to inform his superiors of the encounters. Despite his obvious anger and the repeated abductions it seemed Seran had been right in assuming some part of him desired to be stronger, even if it meant doing so outside of the Gotei 13. Seran sighed loudly, uncrossing his arms to scratch his head.
“And where the hell is Gabby. I told her I was going to need her today.”
Manipulating someone wasn’t a one person job after all, but it was becoming increasing clear that including the mischievous arrancar in this endeavor may not have been the best choice. It couldn’t really be helped though, her powers were the fastest way to insight conflict between Salem’s conflicted personalities. Well that and goading him, but today that was less effective than usual. Seran reached down and slipped the shinigami’s mask off of its hook on his belt. It was likely his most prized possession, and as such taking it was the easiest way to provoke him. Seran twirled the snarled oni face on his finger, in full view of its owner.
“If you don’t get up you’ll never get this back. What a shame.”
Every muscle in Salem's body was searing by this point, a mixture of exhaustion and rage driving him almost mindlessly forward over and over until he kept find himself knocked on his ass like a child. Lifting himself to his feet, he clutched the hilt of his shadowy black blade, the chains connecting it to the floating lantern rattling slightly. His chest rose and fell heavily, and his eyes burned as violently as the flames in the lantern. Summoning up some of the last of his reserves, he dug his foot into the sand and welled up power from within, a sudden surge of reiatsu flooding over his blade. He saw what he needed, his mask, and how to get it, to finally rip open this damned man who kept taunting him. He didn't have a grip on reality just yet, and everything to him was kill or be killed.
Tightening his muscles for a sudden burst of speed, Salem Shunpo'd zig zags toward Seran, the rage in his core boiling over every moment closer her got to him, as he drew back his blade and let out a raspy roar, hurling forward a burst of his shadowy reiatsu towards him from a last ditch swing of his blade. His chain rattled and glowed as he released the overflowing blast of energy towards his opponent, the flames in the lantern surging against the glass violently.
Continuing with his momentum, Salem sped headlong still towards him, preparing his blade for another slash, this time for flesh.
Strange things afoot spelled trouble for all nearby. That creature called a woman, sly as a fox, often caused problems when around. Her occasional antics were mostly harmless and, overall, fair hearted. With tales that seemed like exaggerations few cared rather they were false or real. Being someone who knew may adventures from other creatures and her own, Gabby shared them with friends and strangers alike. But tall tales and foxy antics weren't her only talents. The occasional meal was also served.
Today a special meal would be served for her chums. Hidden within the boneless, yet perfectly controllable, fluffy tail remained a special meal that was kept toasty and warm. Despite the wiggle she tried not to giggle. A meal that moved? Oh dear! Gabby kept her Reiatsu under complete suppression, taking advantage of her most specialized skill. Like a bulldozer she moved silent yet swiftly underneath white sands, burrowing around lost. What was up or down, she wouldn't have known given Seran and Salem weren't above her. A bit of excitement poured out from Salem's body, giving Gabby the indication he was angered.
Still, Gabby wouldn't cause much mischief today. She popped out of the ground away from Seran and Salem. Being away during his 'experiments' was a good idea. She didn't want to interrupt whatever it was they were doing. With legs crossed she plopped herself onto the ground and sighed with glee, bringing her knees up to her chest.
That was more like it. Seran placed the mask back onto his belt as the shinigami rushed him. Salem was definitely feeling now, Seran could almost hear the boy’s rapid heartbeat through the roar of anger. Seran swiped with his left hand, deflecting the blast of reiatsu with his own crimson energy. The follow up was fast, but predictable. The mod soul’s hand darted down, pulling his own blade out backhanded. The blades met, the familiar metallic ring echoing out around them. The shockwave threw up the sand at Seran’s feet and propelled it out behind them. The combatant’s eyes met and Seran smiled again.
“Good. I knew you couldn’t hold that in forever.”
The shinigami was pushing harder then before, but the look in his eyes was unfocused, his rage pouring forward with no regard for anything other than attacking his opponent. Seran released his own pressure and slid smoothly to the left, letting Salem’s pressure pull him forward and off balance. Seran’s left hand darted forward, grabbing Salem’s right wrist and squeezing at the tendons, shaking the blade from his hand. He yanked the right arm to the side and then quickly twisted it behind the boy’s back in a submission hold.
“But you’re still unfocused. Your mind is conflicted.”
Seran wrenched the arm upward, not so much that it would break or dislocate, but enough to cause severe pain in the muscles and joints.
“We can’t move forward until you admit it…. You want to be here don’t you? This anger you feel, how much of it is directed at me? And how much of it at yourself?”
The mod soul pushed forward, forcing Salem body to fall forward in the sand and kneeling next to him. The submission hold remained tight, and Seran stuck his own sword into the sand. Salem’s blade sat discarded in front of him, just barely out of reach.
“You hate yourself because you’re weak. And you can’t even admit it to yourself. So we’re going to sit here….”
Seran pushed the arm upward again to cause a fresh burst of pain.
Salem's chest heaved heavily as the hate and anger poured out of him, the hand behind his back gripping and clawing at itself so tightly that blood trickled now along his fingers and down his wrist. He pulled and yanked against the bastard's grip, the hold proving to be nearly enough to snap his shoulder, and each threatening yank nearly dislocated it.
Salem didn't feel the pain, he didn't feel anything but a heat in his core and the heavy thumping of the blood in his veins. His muscles were tightened as he continued to thrash against Seran's grip, letting out snarling roars of anger, kicking around sand.
Suddenly and without warning, Salem forced himself up and to his feet, kicking off hard enough to jump up high enough to swing around his legs, snapping his shoulder completely out of socket in the process. The broken arm went limp, yet Salem slung his body around to wrap his legs around Seran's neck, bringing up a claw-fisted hand to strike down with all the power he had in him, his eyes nearly glowing with the shear amount of rage that had bursted out in that moment, his breath ragged and teeth bared like an animal.
Upon bone colored sands two creatures hardly battled. Between two individuals one held far greater experience than the other however calm eyes analyzed each movement. Every change in spiritual pressure was jotted down within Gabby's mind. Truly, and undeniably, red filled Salem's eyes. The heat pulsating through violent and uncontrolled spiritual pressure was directed towards Seran yet Gabby remained seated. Such violent acts were hardly new. A soft smile remained despite their brutality. "He's a feisty one!" Exclaimed Gabby with joy.
Sensitive ears twitched and she scratched her right while the left remained focused on conversation between Seran and Salem. She then crossed her arms, slipping forearms into opposing sleeves and elbows resting in opposing palms. "Keep going! Don't surrender!" Gabby bounced slightly in her spot, tail wagging slowly back and forth. "You'll get everywhere by being so angry!" Gabby mocked the, compared to her, child Shinigami. Despite her words she wanted to aid him, tutor and help him achieve something more.
The sarcastic remark doubtfully would do any good or have an effect . Whether or not he could even hear Seran wasn't known though that didn't mean she would stop talking. "I would say don't be too rough, but he's breaking himself."
Seran was admittedly surprised by the shinigami’s counterattack. It was pleasing to see his rage overpowering the fear of bodily harm, but at the same time he was disappointed. It seemed despite what he had hoped, Salem was currently incapable of being trained. This thing that Seran was fighting, this…. animal…. was not something which could be reasoned with. The shinigami’s legs wrapped around his neck and the un-crippled fist slammed into Seran’s face. The mod soul’s upper body jerked to the side, but he remained standing. The blow had been powerful, but the difference in their power and the durability of Seran body could not be overcome. Seran straitened, his face almost entirely undamaged. He sighed loudly.
“I did try to bring you to your senses. I hope you’ll remember that.”
His right arm slipped under Salem’s left, fist clenched. In a single outwards swipe, the side of Seran’s fist collided with the bottom of the shinigami’s jaw. Seran held little back from the attack. He had no interest in killing this test subject, but there was no longer any need to give him opportunity to continue. The force would blast Salem away, tearing away his grip on the mod soul and launching him back a great distance. With the blow directed mostly to his head, it would likely be impossible for him to move for several minutes, his brain having been jostled enough to impair his motor functions. Whether or not Seran had planned to throw him directly at Gabriele was unclear, but he would slide to a stop in the sand almost directly in front of her.
“Alright Gabby. I tried to beat it out of him but it seems I will need you after all. Ask him.”
As his clawed fist collided with his target's face, all he felt was his fingers crack and nearly snap against the unbreakable material of Seran's body. Before Salem could even ready up a flurry of follow-up strikes, he felt a sharp jarring pain that flickered his lights, and before he knew it he thudded along the sandy floor in a heap. His head was swimming already and he barely felt conscious, his jaw, arm, and hand all radiating pain. The rush of pain clashed with the waves of unconsciousness, leaving him in an almost entirely adreneline-wake state, his broken hand weakly clawing at the sand in an attempt to get to his feet.
Salem looked around wildly to find anything that he could use to fight, but only found before him another person. He hadn't seen her earlier in his blind rage, and certainly didn't sense her, he couldn't sense anything practically. His chest heaved as his eyes fell upon her, and his broken fingers clawed into the sand as he spat and snarled, trying his best to roll onto his stomach. The rage built and built in his throat until all he could do was let out one last roar to her, the fire in his eyes flaring up... just before going out completely. He stared blankly for a moment before going limp, collapsing, only having gotten on his side and then rolling with his face into the sand.
OOC: If permitted, Salem will be affected by Nine-Fold Sky Plane. In the Spoiler Tag below I highlighted, in red, the effects of being sealed inside. Just type out what's what with his past and why he is so angry. And as a note for Black Magic, the events will play out on the mirror as stated in the post.
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Merciless brutality left but a broken vessel laying down with only rage keeping him conscious. With possible discrimination Seran's hand might had wavered if the child was not Shinigami. Seran's reasons and methods interested Gabby but questioning was for another time. Gabby cared much about their struggle, finding a sick sense of joy in Salem's husk. She poked the male's dislocated shoulder with her right pointer, hand then cupping around to feel bone and muscle. Though she cheerfully smiled it was not without sadistic reasons.
Joyous and mischievous as she was, as her tail swayed fingers curled to relocate his joint. Her smile and gaze softened, warm words like that of a mother's smile as was her touch as her left palm caressed his broken jaw. "Hush now little one, don't you cry. Momma is make you better." A quiet and somber tune was sang as a green light coated her left hand. His jaw and wounds would slowly begin mending as she sang.
She sang throughout the healing process. Following the song she giggled and stroked his cheek and from her robe her right hand slipped inside to pull out a mirror the size of her chest. She held it a foot over his face and spoke. "Tell me what ales you, my child." The mirror then flipped over, floating over the Shinigami. "Where does your anger come from?"
The male's body would be coated in green Reiatsu, then he would quickly be sealed inside the mirror as his entire body broke down where a retelling of the event would occur; Playing on the mirror like a monitor so Seran and Gabby both could watch.
Name: Hollowed Revival Type: Healing Class: Healing Tier: II-V Range: Personal/200 Meter Radius Description: A simplistic use of spiritual energy. Akin to Opening Revival, it seeks to stabilize a person's reiatsu where then her healing ability augments the body's nature ability to heal. Tier II can heal deep cuts, where Tier III can heal broken bones. Tier IV can repair damaged or destroyed organs and limbs. Time is stated by the Healing Guide.
Vasto Lorde Perk: Can use Ninefold Sky-Plane outside Ress.
Name: Nine-Fold Sky Plain, The Mirror of Truth or The Answerer Type: Supplumentary Class: Ressorection Tier: II-VII Range: Short-Mid (25 meters) Note: Requires OOC Consent. Description: Nine-Fold Sky Plain draws forth the “truth” about a person down to their very core, allowing it to reveal every aspect about someone; Even the darkest secrets cannot remain hidden. How they fight, abilities, everything is revealed. Nine-Fold Sky Plain seeks out “answers”,, asking a question and the target(s) are forced to face the “answer”. An example could be things the person questions but doesn't fully look into, such as refusing to acknowledge something. Because of this, it can potentially help someone find an answer to something they don't quite understand. If a person wishes to know “Who is the enemy I must defeat”, then Nine-Fold Sky Plain would show them the answer.
Nine-Fold Sky Plain is incapable of lying, however, it can tell truths that are not completely clear. An example is oracles in ancient times, as the truth was not always clear. Sometimes, if the information within the person is “incomplete” it can't give an accurate reading. Specific aspects can be looked into, such as why someone feels a certain way about a certain thing or a lost memory.
Nine-Fold Sky Plain works in several ways. The first forces images, thoughts, and emotions to rise up within the person. Resistance is difficult and it best to go slow with certain intense things. The reason for this is it may the person to become extremely distraught both mentally and emotionally, possible physical pain and even damage to the soul depending on how intense.
The second method is sealing the person inside the mirror. Within the mirror is a never ending wheat field at night, a nearby village is there without anyone as well a river. Mountains are in the backdrop. From here, the world changes and the person can watch events or various aspects of memories, emotions, and truths in an uncountable number of ways. A person can also relive an event.
Gabriele can maintain the flow of what is revealed, or allow the person to “take the wheel” themselves. She will see the “truth” or an aspect of before the person, or in some cases watch as they do and only know as much as they do. She may come into the world as herself, an astral image of anything, or merely speak emotionally or telepathically.
As if sifting through shadows, a blurry scene glowed and wavered over the mirror, a swirling of darkness with smolders of oranges and yellow that seemed to rise and sink back into the black. The images seemed to struggle to gain clarity, only revealing seconds at a time. Through the cloudy murk, fire could be seen, buildings ablaze, illuminating the pitch of night. The flames seemed to fight off the shadows for a moment, revealing a blurry figure leaving the building, clutching a flailing and masked child. Even in the silence of the dream, and behind to visage of the mask, you could feel the screaming from child. The flames wavered as the shadows flooded back to fill the dreamspace, swirling in just as the boy was thrown into the back of a cart, until the screen returned to blackness.
After a moment, a glimmer of light rippled the shadows away, holding them at bay to reveal a large sandy pit, illuminated with spotlights. In the center, were two small boys, both dressed in rags and clutching at broken and splintered sticks. One boy, the masked one, shivered before the other, tears dripping from beneath his mask and down into the sand. The other, with an almost ravenous look in his eye, breathed heavily and clutched white knuckled at his stick. It wasn't long before the boy was lashing out and beating the masked boy relentlessly into the sand, spit flying from his mouth as he unleashed the small amount of strength in his sinewy arms. The masked child just curled up and shook, taking his beating, too frightened to do anything in retaliation. The scenes on the mirror seemed to pulse and throb now, like a heartbeat, the shadows sinking closer and closer around the boy, swirling and engulfing the entire window until everything was black. The torrent of blackness seemed to grow more wild and violent, like a storm of shadows beating against the glass of the mirror, almost clawing... before a white mask rose from the shadows, head hung slightly and almost eerily. It was the boy... but it wasn't at all, someone entirely different.
The shadows wavered as the boy moved forward, swinging his splintered stick directly into the other boy, knocking him into the sand before beginning to savagely swing away at him. He beat the boy so brutally that the stick began to break and fall to pieces, which only made him drop down and continue his assault with claw and fist.
The images seemed to travel farther away from the mirror, shrinking further into the distance, zooming out to reveal a shivered boy sitting and clutching at his knees, tears soaking his cheeks as he turned away from the sight of the beating.
This boy was Salem, maskless and frightened, watching as something inside of him took control and drove him to a place he had never been able to come back from. His rage had risen to protect him, but it also terrified him to his very core.
Seran watched as the images played out on the mirror. It was much the same as when he had previously peered into the shinigami’s mind, only clearer. Salem had been forced to create two personalities from an early age to deal with the killing on which his survival depended. That in of itself was not the issue, the problem was in the relationship between the two. The protective and violent personality, the Oni, had become dominant as the child side had been too weak, and it was the only one of the two to develope. Unfortunately it was a creature that could not be reasoned with or trained. Salem on the other hand lacked the development, and remained a child. Seran looked over at Gabby.
“Can you send me in there? I need to fix what’s been broken.”
He undid his belt, his weapons would likely be irrelevant in such a place. It was clear to him what needed to be done, but whether or not it could be done was another story. Seran had entered the minds of others before, but changing them was another thing altogether, especially in this case, where he need to tear apart the mind and stitch it back together.
Beyond the mirror, into the sea of shadows that seemed to ripple and haze infinitely in all directions, there sat Salem. Younger than the physical Salem, this boy sat in the shadows, knees hugged to his chest, playing with his fingers sheepishly. His eyes seemed to be mostly glazed over, tears hanging on the brim nearly spilling out onto his cheeks.
While the man came closer, sifting through the shadowy murk, Salem's eyes rose to meet his for a moment, before looking away. He hugged his knees closer to his chest, clutching them tightly and resting his chin, causing a tear to roll down his cheek. He glanced his eyes back to the man for a moment, seeing now that he had outstretched his arm toward him, with an inviting palm opened for him to take. Looking down to his hand and then up to him, Salem slowly and hesitantly unclenched one of his hands from his knee, shakily moving it to take it.
Swirling suddenly from the shadows between them, a beastly clawed hand ripped up through the ground, splitting and tearing away the ground, pulling itself up like a monster crawling up from hell. From the dark murk, a deadly row of teeth flashed, then a clatter of claws, and finally a deafening roar blasted away the shadow clouds to reveal the beast in its entirety. It slammed down both of its clawed fists onto the ground around Seran, towering above him and letting out another shattering roar.
Behind the beast, the small boy covered his head and buried it into his knees again, crying and shaking in fear. Behind the boy floated a shadowy figure, with chains clinking quietly beneath his cloak, and glowing spectral eyes that pierced through the murky shadows. Beast's Enterance Ambience
Seran jumped back as massive clawed hands smashed into the ground on either side of him. He grimaced in distaste at the creature that separated him from Salem’s actual consciousness. Its form was blurred, slightly concealed by the murk that surrounded them, but Oni’s presence was all toe clear, a monstrous mental force faultily designed to completely cut Salem off from the world. In the world outside the mirror it only had Salem’s body to work with, but here its power was far more substantial. But all the same Seran sneered in disgust.
“You’re a nuisance. Look at you, a malignant tumor of uncontrolled rage, one that's consumed all the experience and development that belongs to him.”
Seran pointed past the creature at the disheveled young boy. Beneath the translucent skin of Oni, Seran could see the flowing currents of memories, experiences that the creature had kept from Salem’s actual mind, the materials that could make him into the dominant personality.
“Those don’t belong to you Oni, you’ve surpassed your usefulness and not your nothing more than a hindrance.”
Slowly, the mod soul reached into his jacket, removing a small vial filled with a clear liquid. As it was exposed to the monster, the substance began to bubble, boiling without heat within the tiny bottle.
“You recognize this don’t you? The material essence I stole from you at our first meeting. This is the foundation of your downfall.”
{Spoiler} Name: Retineo (“Restrain/ Maintain”) Quality: Advanced Type: Ink Amount: 5 Description: The Material Essence of Salem Syler, created when Seran kidnapped the Human and used Essense Forging on his spiritual energy. It is a completely clear, almost invisible liquid that changes color when exposed to different spiritual matter and energy.
The ground rippled and shook as the air became thick and heavy, the Oni's endlessly black eyes twitching and focusing onto the vial in the Mod Soul's grip. As the realization of what was inside slowly donned upon it, it's teeth curling viciously further and further from his gaping maw, his claws digging into the shadowy earth beneath them. It lowered it's head further toward Seran, as if coiling it's body in shear rage, preparing to burst towards him. With another deafening roar, the monster slammed it's clawed fists into the earth, dragging himself fully out of the murk below and straight into a full charged barrel through the shadows towards Seran. The earth below him shattered and crumbled as he did, leaving behind him a wake of destruction as he pursued the invader.
In the background, Salem and the ghostly spirit seemed to drift further and further away every second, Salem still burying his face into his knees and blocking out everything. The ghoulishly spectral eyes that pierced through the darkness gazed upon Seran, and a voice spoke directly into his ear,
"Why have you come here to face this beast... when you are not the one who will slay it..."
The words were spoken almost in a whisper, audible only to Salem as Oni’s roars drowned out its own perception. Suddenly, Salem’s drifting soul would find it’s retreat blocked, his back resting a solid object, the only tether in the writhing sea of shadows. There stood Seran, directly behind the young boy, acting as wall to prevent further descent into the darkness that surrounded them. Before the boy could even question, the mod soul smiled with amusement and pointed back to where the dominant personality continued to rampage. Two Serans, one confronting the monster, one anchoring the boy; and as Salem watched, Oni barreled into his opponent, only to have his target explode into black liquid that flowed through the creature grasping fingers. From the substance Seran’s doppleganger reformed laughing mockingly at the brute. The real Seran crouched down behind Salem, speaking softly.
“A simple trick. But to a creature composed of naught but rage it is an unsolvable puzzle.”
He reached out over the boy’s shoulder, pointing the direction of Oni.
“Look at what it is made of.”
From the back, the skin of the creature turned slightly transparent, as though responding to Salem’s gaze. The rippling red of the muscles underneath shimmered, their fibers not made of any discernible physical substance. Across them ran veins of silver, changing position with heartbeat.
“Yes that's it, you see how it becomes exposed under your sight? And not made from blood, meat and sinew, but instead from your memories and experience. That ‘thing’ was created by you, but it has become a parasite, stealing from you what is needed to be yourself. Stand up Salem, and look again. See for yourself what Oni truly is at its core.”
Seran yanked the shinigami up as he himself stood, holding the back of his neck to keep him from looking away. The transparent flesh deepened, muscles becoming clear and revealing black bones beneath who themselves began to fade, revealing at last the beast’s core. A white mask, identical to the one Salem always wore hung their, comically small when compared to the monsterout id. Seran smiled, patting the boy on the shoulder.
“A mask, that's all. Flimsy, cracked, serving only to impair your vision. Is that what you’re afraid of Salem? Are you so weak that you fear a mask?”
Looking out from the shadowy expanse, Salem watched the monster preoccupied with the Seran double. Wiping tears from his cheek with the back of his hand, he sniffled and watched. The beast roared out as it grabbed hold of the fake mod soul, crushing whatever material he was until it squished from between his clawed fingers, only to reform once again. It slammed its fists and frenzied in response, only getting angrier, but each second that passed, its roaring and bellowing seemed to fade quieter and quieter.
As the tissue and flesh wavered from view, Salem stared out at the mask that was at its core. His mask, the thing he has hidden behind for what seemed like so long now. Trembling slightly, Salem's lost focus for only a second as the beast seemed to sense his self-awareness, flesh and hide swirling back from the shadows into view only to reveal the beast now locked onto the boy. His nostrils flared as he puffed in air, eyes wild and horrifying. As if it could sense the inkling that it might lose control, it curled back its lip to bare a full set of jagged and vicious teeth, claws digging into the shadowy earth.
Salem swallowed hard and instinctually moved to step back, only to bumped into Seran, panic setting in for a moment as he felt trapped in a corner with a monster now fully focused on him. Before he could say or do anything, the beast began barreling full bore toward him, eyes locked on with murderous intent.
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