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Post by GWEN OLIVAREZ on Feb 10, 2016 11:31:31 GMT
Gwen nodded and shrugged. Suddenly admissions of her power seemed... Meek, worthless. What power could Gwen possess compared to That Which She Foresaw? But she had to concede that Roselia's assessment was correct. She winced as Roselia accepted the apology, understanding that the link between the arrancar and her plants was quite strong- she seemed to be particularly plussed by Gwen's accidental burning of them. She couldn't help it- she had to keep her reiatsu under incredibly tight wraps in order to stop herself from damaging those around her. Even now, the others would likely still feel a little residual heat emanating from her. Her attention snapped to Chandre who seemed to be eating... Remarkably disgusting looking sweets. She could sense them- it was how Chandre kept up her strength without eating. How she remained civilized. Gwen saw the potential immediately, how That Which She Foresaw could potentially benefit immensely from such a technology. She would have to question the hollow on the matter further, but not now... Later.
As it stood she saw two beings tumble down the sand. One bright redheaded young man- she now knew what she had caught a glimpse of earlier. What startled her was his complete and utter lack of reiatsu. Gwen knew of no-one who had absolutely zero spiritual pressure, even pathetic humans possessed it. That meant that this being was either some kind of zero... Or illusion or something. Or that he was a being of such insurmountable strength, that fear and resistance were futile either way, most likely. This did not perturb her as much as it would before, before several minutes ago. Perhaps this was a test of her faith... So soon?
His companion was slightly more mundane but still bizarre. She was small, green haired and dressed in little more than rags. She was an arrancar, Gwen could tell that for sure, there was even a hint of recognition there. Was that... It couldn't possibly be... Neliel Oderschvank? The former tres espada, she who everyone knew Nnorita despised, who had been deposed, and had vanished, never to be seen again. Sure this person was a child but her mask was almost identical, her hair the same colour and that red line upon her face was unmistakable. More questions formed than resolved in Gwen's head she raised one small eyebrow when the tiny arrancar whinged- for it was unmistakably a whinge- at Roselia's judgement. Gwen suspected that she had all but lost her powers, and that she was a husk of her former self now. It was strange how the world worked sometimes.
Post by Alrich Detlef on Feb 12, 2016 10:32:55 GMT
Standing up on his own instead of taking the hand of the arrancar that offered he was taken aback by the child's actions. Were these people actually more dangerous than they seemed? It wouldn't be too out of the ordinary, Hueco Mundo being the place that it was. Thinking carefully about what could happen he made sure to stay alert for anything, as even though he was tired from his fight before he was not about to die now. So he decided to take a more casual approach.
"What is this place? I thought nothing could live here in this world?"
He mentioned toward the garden, hoping to ease any tension that was made by his and the girls "odd" entrance. The real problem, was not the one before him, or the third, yet the blond haired arrancar that sported pointed ears. By the looks of her, she was more than likely one of those over evolved things. Vast-soemthing-or-other, he could not remember what it was called at the moment. And it may not really matter right now.
"Who are you guys by the way? Not only is it odd to find something like this here, but running into others that are not mindless is something that did not really seem possible, especially not all at once."
She was well aware of the motions in her garden, but paid it no mind. Pulling her hand back, she was intrigued even further by the young male. His red hair captured the eye in a way much like her own. Had she been years younger, she could have seen them sharing a night of passion before falling out violently. Then again, she could potentially bring about the same events with her looks if she played her cards right, and she always did.
"Why this is my garden." She answered him with a smile. "This is one of my many homes in Hueco Mundo. Safe havens for myself and those under me." As she said this, she put forth a seductive gaze. Her entire persona exuded seductiveness, but now she had a target. The rosy fragrance mostly ignored by the women would be more pronounced to the young male.
"There are many things that can live in this world. You, me, the other lovely ladies. The little one there," she looked down to the child. "Who is to say my garden couldn't be? It would be like saying love and passion couldn't exist in our souls because we aren't whole. Love and passion is what assisted you in creating the little one no?"
Post by Neliel Tu Oderschvank on Feb 21, 2016 4:59:25 GMT
Nel looked up at those before her. The red haired man seemed to be speechless, stunned into silence by all the ladies around, the thought of which nearly made Nel giggle. But then she noticed the blonde woman staring at her, her eyes slightly narrowed. She didn't recognise her but the woman seemed to know her. Her reiatsu was scary! Pure fear! It was electrifying. The other woman, with the big boobies on display, and the weird hollow were strong too, and she knew that without Garro or Itsugo or Dondochakka or Pesche to help her she'd have trouble getting through this one. Boobies started towards red hair- she seemed to change in her attitude slightly but Nel didn't get it at all. Then she started talking about love and passion and all that other yucky stuff and Nel mimed barfing- who had time for any of that anyway! She walked forward and the grass tickled her feet slightly which was a nice feeling after walking on nothing but coarse sand for years and years. She was talking about the little... Hey did she think the weird red haired dude was Nel's dad!?
"Hey Boobieeth!" she shouted before the bount had an opportunity to respond. "Dis guy ain't Nel'th papa ya hear! Nel ith a free agent!" she said, raising a finger and swinging her arm pointedly, despite it not technically being true. "Nel don't need no grownupth to bothth her awound!" she told the lady, once again her fear trumped by her playfulness and self-righteousness.
Chandre actually had to stifle a giggle at the way Roselia had changed with the presence of the young man. UP until this point, she had seemed sultry and seductive, true, but also diplomatic in a sense, as if trying to recruit or impose a presumed hierarchy of her garden. Now, however, she seemed to be rather indiscreetly ‘laying on the charm’ so to speak. Chandre herself enjoyed the attentions and affections of either gender, how could she not when could so easily flit between them herself? It seemed, however, if you wanted the lion’s share of Roselia’s attention, it was best to have a Y-Chromosome. The man was pretty cute too though, so that probably helped a bit.
It is quite a coincidence, or perhaps a subtle motion from the hands of fate that so many would come to a place literally in the middle of nowhere. Chandre remarked with regards to the young man’s question. I am Chandre Boucher, the quiet one over here is Miss Gwen, and the one this petite enfant affectionately refers to as ‘Boobieths’ is our green thumbed hostess, Miss Roselia. So far as I’m aware it is only happenstance that brought us together in this little patch of greenery, and pleasant conversation that bids us to stay. Chandre said, getting up from her seat and meandering over to where Nel was standing at the edge of the ‘garden’ before squatting down to be more at face level. And who might you be, little darling? Chandre asked of the petite arrancar, curious what sort of condition had brought about such a small frame. She had heard of weaker hollows evolving into a sort of pseudo arrancar, but they were misshapen, strange and cumbersome in form. This little girl seemed like a perfectly normal child save the split hollow mask on her brow and the distinct ring of an arrancar’s rietsu.
In the distance a pair of piercing, golden eyes observed the little get together. A slightly jealous scowl marring an otherwise fearsome face, made even more fearsome with his last fight. He had fully recovered, in part thanks to his amazing regeneration and in part to Emilia and the olympus dogs that, as much as he hated to admit it, knew their way around a hollows anatomy quite well. His scowl had been a slightly childish pout as he had found himself slowly wandering to her garden, he didn't fight it as much now since he had pretty much given himself to her care. But he wouldn't admit it to Roselia, no doubt it would be another tool she would use to embed her thorns deeper into his side.
No the scowl was towards all the beings crowded around her, like moths to a flame they knew not the puppeteers strings that otherwise pulled them, that and he had also hoped she would be alone when he found her. It was a miracle that no one had seen his last act of 'kindness' to her, now there were plenty of eyes to witness his so called 'weakness', the very thought turning his scowl even more sour. His gaze fell at some roses blooming nearby, no doubt she would be aware of his presence simply from the vegetation that grew all around. His reiatsu already surpressed to negligible levels meant that she would be the only one, as far as he was concerned that was bothersome and fine at the same time.
Folding his arms, the giant humanoid ape sank slowly into the shadows of the dunes, content simply to watch for now. From the corner of his eye he glimpsed a familiar face, his previous opponent was here as well, even one as powerful as he could not resist either. The thought seemed to ease the scowl on the vasto's face and even caused a little smile to form. This would be slightly more amusing to observe than he initially assumed.
Gwen watched with distaste as Roselia flirted with the redheaded, unaware of the new presence in their midst. She looked at Chandre, and then at the strange man and then at Nel and decided that she didn't want to be here, leave the ghosts of her past behind her she said. None of these people seemed like the kind of people who would be able to help her summon The One. The two others doted upon the man and the child respectively and Gwen without saying much more wandered away slowly while their attention was turned. Her face was still twitching slightly in euphoria and she realized she had things to be getting along with.
Perhaps she would meet them anon one day but for now, she wandered slowly away, and opened a garganta and left when she was far enough, travelling to the human world to begin searching for that which she desired. Maybe Roselia would join her, or even Nel when they realized that as long as Gwen got far enough, she could not be refuted. Moreover The One that she was seeking could not be denied- it was impossible. The world was headed toward a singularity. Such was destiny.
"I believe the little darling said her name is Nel," she answered Chandre. "But she doesn't like us calling her little, Nel is a big girl. She doesn't need us to take care of her or to tell her what to do."
Roselia wasn't sure what she thought of the child-like arrancar. It was something between a desire to cradle her into her bosom, and that she was stepping out of a child's place. She lacked discipline, respect, but made up for it with overwhelming adorableness. Roselia's charm couldn't compete with the natural innocence and youth of a child. Jealousy... It was definitely some form of jealousy, concealed beneath her usual guise.
Gwen's movements caught her attention. It was unwise to allow her near without full awareness. However, she wasn't moving to hostility. "It was nice chatting with you. I do hope that we'll cross paths again. As with the others here, you are more than welcome to enter my garden." Roselia waited for her to step through a garganta before turning back to her guests. As she did, a familiar feeling came to her. Eyes watching her in the distance with a piercing gaze. A chill went down her spine, and her hairs stood on end. He was here, she knew it. She wondered how long until he made his approach... and if she could hasten his decision.
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