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Dim grey eyes looked at the glass shimmering on the bar in front of him. The stool slowly digging into his cheeks felt like burning pillows, soft and unforgiving. Had he turned off the oven before he’d left to come here? Did the warehouse even have an oven? If it did, would it even matter if the place burned down anymore? His eyes fixated on the glass, the empty glass, until the beer he’d been drinking for the past few hours fell into it. His eyes glanced up momentarily, to see a familiar face. Long blue hair framed a delicate pale face with two huge pig tails. Her face was contorted in a concerned face; Hidane had known her for quite some time. They’d become somewhat good friends in their time in Karakura Town; he was a Visored assumed exiled from Soul Society for the crime of becoming what he had become, and she was a rogue Shinigami whom had had enough of the rigid military that was the Gotei 13 and had simply left. As with all others who fled Soul Society for any reason, she’d consulted with Urahara to get a gigai to hide and to find a place in this world. Hers was as a bartender; a local favorite, at that. She’d drawn in so much business to the bar that the owner had decided to make it open early in the day as well.
Her supervisor didn’t look so pleased with his presence, however. Glancing off to the side, hazy eyes spotted the middle-aged, thick, balding man glaring at him from the edge of the bar. He’d been here a lot lately, both of them; one of them doing their job, the other getting ridiculously drunk. The Visored was the latter. One time, about a week ago, he’d even started a fight with another drunken patron. He’d won easily, obviously, even while so drunk he could barely tell up from left. If the bartender didn’t have so much influence in this place, he’d probably have been banned for that one, if not long before. But she’d threatened to quit if Hidane wasn’t allowed back; kindred spirits, literally on the spirits part, needed to stick together, and all that nonsense.
Smooth jazz flickered on over the speakers over the bar, adding to the atmosphere. It was broad daylight outside, but somehow the lighting inside made it almost appear as though it were the middle of the night… if you didn’t look at the huge windows opening towards the street, anyway. Hidane was one of very few patrons there currently. He stared at the freshly refilled glass, brought it to his lips, and dropped his head back. One go, and it was gone. The glass hit the bar hard, the Visored’s head almost following.
“Hidane,” the bartender came to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “you can’t keep going like this.”
It was almost like he hadn’t heard her. He had, but he didn’t care. He pushed the glass across the bar. She would refill it. She always did, even though she had repeatedly professed concern that he was slowly destroying himself. Maybe he was. Maybe he didn’t care anymore. With the exception of her, everyone he’d come to know or care about since leaving the Gotei 13 had either died, disappeared, or become monsters before his eyes. Maybe they always were. It was an endless, repeating, layered cycle of this. It was becoming too much. How much more could he handle?
A sudden crash brought his shaky head up from the bar, but he didn’t turn his head towards the window where the crash came from. A second crash drew a roll of his eyes towards the window, as he saw a car fly past, down the street, vertical. Screams were heard shortly following, though not many; it wasn’t a busy time of day for foot traffic. The huge Hollow followed shortly, lumbering down the street at a disappointing pace. Hidane sighed and downed another glass, turning his attention back to the bar.
“Don’t you think you should take care of that?” The bartender asked, staring at him, concerned. She knew as well as he that usually he would have been out of the door by the second crash. Now he didn’t even seem to care.
“What’s the point?” This drew a glare. That was strange. He hadn’t seen her glare in the entire time he’d known her, not at him at least. There had been plenty of perverted or belligerent or ignorant assholes in this bar harassing her for her to glare at, but it had never been him. That hurt. As she turned and looked like she was going to go after it herself, reaching for her Zanpakuto that she stashed under the bar at most times due to normal humans not being able to even see it, the Visored reached out, barely catching her arm. “Don’t. I’ll go. You stay here.” Hidane stood, swaying slightly; he thanked his incredibly high alcohol tolerance he’d built up in his time in the world of the living for allowing him to be even functional this far in, let alone capable of doing what he was about to do. He stumbled out the door, and just barely noticed that bar’s supervisor yelling at the girl when he left. I’m sorry.
The Hollow hadn’t made it very far; it was still visible a few blocks down the street, having left an easy path to follow anyway. A flipped car, likely the one that had been tossed in the first place, sat in the middle of an intersection. Others along the sides of the road were crushed here and there, some traffic lights or street lights knocked down, once seemingly having caught a middle-aged man’s leg underneath. Hidane reached into his pockets, finding his Soul Pill and popping it in his mouth before his spiritual body walked unevenly into the street, his right hand finding Kurosenkou’s hilt. He walked slowly down the street; the Hollow seemed to have found something interesting and stopped. He took his time, walking down the street, observing the destruction. Such ferocity, such carelessness. This wasn’t the kind of Hollow he was interested in; this was just another blind monster waiting to be put down. As he passed the man trapped under the fallen street light, he quickly slipped his left foot into a gap underneath it and lifted it; the man quickly made his way out and backed away. Hidane continued his easy pace, observing the street as he went.
The destruction was relatively drastic for a normal Hollow attack, but surely Soul Society would do its usual work in reconstruction or reversal of the damage and altering whatever was necessary to make it as if nothing had happened to the normal people involved. But right now, this Hollow was wild and free. Gotei patrols had increased recently, especially with the aide of the humans that had helped in the Aizen incident, but there were still gaps.
There would probably always be gaps.
Suddenly it became apparent what the Hollow had found; the large mantis-like creature lifted a plus soul, a small chubby man in the later part of his life, high into the air; it seemed the man had died in a car the Hollow had crushed, and it had needed some time to dig the man’s soul from the wreckage. Hidane’s eyes narrowed as the Hollow began to lift the man up towards its slowly opening maw.
Suddenly it shrieked, its arm and the man held within its grasp falling to the ground. The Visored stood on top of its head, wobbling dizzily as the Hollow moved from side to side, Kurosenkou’s long blade drawn, black as night and glistening with the fresh blood from the Hollow where he’d cleaved its arm clear off. It noticed him, but before it could respond, he released his Reiatsu, pressing down only on the Hollow ferociously, a fine black mist signifying the more passive release of his Reiatsu slowly covering the area. The Hollow couldn’t move, slowly being pressed down towards the ground.
“I wasn’t done drinking, asshole,” the Visored said bluntly, a slight slur in his voice. “You’re gonna pay for that.” He held to tip of his blade to the closest thing he could perceive as a forehead on the Hollow’s mask. “Nobiru.” The blade glowed black and extended quickly, piercing the Hollow’s head as it suddenly stopped its shrieking and swaying. The creature suddenly fell limp to the ground, slowly dissipating. Hidane wasted no time performing a Konso on the fat man’s soul, but shortly felt the approach of other Reiatsu signatures, of Hollows hungry for the power he’d almost the entire district of the town feel.
“Good,” Hidane said, pushing himself to his feet and swaying more, “Kurosenkou’s been itching for some more bloodshed lately, anyway.”
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 7, 2016 6:37:41 GMT
Blodeuwen was getting sick to death of this. Always more holes, forever more hollows. This time, she had been prepared to send Andrej and Bastion out to fix it, as it had happened in Karakura Town- what was it with that place. But then there were reports of wild fluctuations in reiatsu- some hollow, some shinigami. She double checked with the gatekeep and yep- no shinigami on duty. After Andrej; who seemed a little disappointed to miss out on going to the human world, reported back that the hollow seemed strong but the shinigami was stronger she was intrigued enough that it warranted an investigation of her own. Especially since the hollow attacks could have much worse consequences if they came from "holed" hollows- i.e. rapid hollowfication. She had been granted unlimited license to order the immediate execution of any who had been hollowfied, to spare the lives of others who could be saved. It didn't make her feel good about herself.
So, dressed in a shihakusho and white haori with the kido corps' insignia upon it, as the purple cloak often got in the way, she stepped through the senkaimon and exited some distance away from the carnage. She scanned the scene with her reiatsu, keeping her own suppressed for the time being. There were hollows all marking towards a single shinigami, who was in the midst of fighting them. She didn't recognise them but they had a strong reiatsu signature at least. She drew cariad, and walked rapidly towards him. Occasionally a hollow would see her and descend but most of them were easy fodder for her blade; she would shunpo onto their backs or necks, and plunge her zanpakuto through the mask, as she had always been trained to do. She hacked her way inelegantly towards the other shinigami, not particularly wanting to waste time showing off with flashy kido when her sword could work just as well.
She approached him, her elfin face pinched with a serious expression, there were many hollows left to combat yet.
This was exciting. Exhilarating, even. The world was spinning and he drew his blade up and swung and blood sprayed across the ground, across his face, a wicked grin on his face. He stumbled, moving off the edge of the large Hollow’s body that was slowly fading away below him as more Hollows jumped at him. They were small, nothing like the monster that he’d just slain, and no more powerful than it either. That was good. They would be executed quickly then. A slash here, a thrust there, drawing his blade up as he caught the claws of a third above him and held them there. He spun, throwing his weight into the movement, sending the Hollow toppling to his side with its own momentum, and then bringing Kurosenkō’s tip down through its neck, then drawing her up through its mask, cleaving head and mask both in two. It disappeared quickly, and only more came to take its place.
These damned creatures. Could they not see that they were marching to their own death? How was it not obvious to them? But no, they were bloodthirsty blobs. They cared for nothing but trying to destroy and consume. He’d met several of their kind, in one form or another, that had become more than this, but most were still as such. Hollows had taken from him his simple life in Soul Society, as well as friends and allies, both before and after. His thoughts congealed and swirled around his head, becoming convoluted and unclear. Someone had to pay for this all, right? What had he done to deserve such punishment? He would make someone pay, and those who would were jumping at his feet to be slaughtered.
It was perfect.
Leaning back, a Hollow leaped right over him, large claws reaching for his chest but missing, instead grazing his right arm. He followed the Hollow with his crimson left eye and glossy white left, pushing off and swinging down with his full force. A wave of force flew from his blade, cleaving the Hollow in two, and leaving a strong impression in the side of the building beyond. Two more Hollow jumped up from behind, and he merely spun and sliced their masks in half in one strike. They were weak, and yet they even thought to try to eat him alive. How foolish. Left swing, right block, jump, thrust down, slice left, spin, thrust. They kept coming at him, kept falling to his blade, it was glorious. With each death more blood speckled his arms and face and clothes, his sadistic grin widening. In the moment, he didn’t notice the other strong Reiatsu that had appeared until it was almost right on top of him. He turned quickly, bringing his blade up to point at the source, but stopped short as he saw it wasn’t a Hollow.
“Oh.” He said, his expression drastically softening almost immediately. “You’re not one of them.” There was no mask fragment, so this wasn’t an Arrancar either. Upon closer inspection, the newcomer’s wardrobe screamed Soul Society, in particular Taichou, though he didn’t recognize the face. Other than the Visored that had returned, the other Captains to the best of his knowledge should still have been the well-known faces Soul Society has known for as long as he had been with them. So who was this? She appeared to have carved her way through a decent number of Hollows herself to get to him, so the robes must not just be for show.
Hidane’s Reiatsu was still flush in the area, a thin black mist clinging to every surface it could find as it filled the air, making it thick but not heavy; he wanted the fight with the Hollows to be exciting, after all, but now it seemed that might not be continuing any further. With the newcomer’s Reiatsu intermingling with his, the reduced number Hollows remaining paused for a moment. He wondered if they would bother to resume the attack at all, though the two of them fighting off the rest of the horde sounded almost as satisfying as dealing with them himself. He kept his eyes on the Shinigami, trying to pinpoint details in case he’d missed something, but most of everything in detail was a blur anyway as the world spun slowly. it was so bright, so very bright, and the hisses of the Hollows slowly encircling them rung loud in his ears. He shook his head and shut them out.
“Who are you?” He asked, his words slurred, as he lowered Kurosenkō to his side and nearly tumbled over to the side, quickly regaining some moderate semblance of balance. “Whaddya want? I’m kinda busy here.”
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 8, 2016 14:41:22 GMT
Blodeuwen could only watch in amusement as she hacked her way efficiently and somewhat carelessly through the hollows at this person's flamboyant combat technique. Blod was throwing her weight around, crushing the hollows to death with her immense reiatsu as much as she was slicing them and dicing them. Unlike the drunk Hidane she didn't have any particular interest in a large fight, not least because he seemed to have very little regard for whether or not things would be destroyed in the interim. A Captain-class shinigami, with no known soul-society affiliation, recklessly drawing and murdering hollows at the expense of the peace of the neighbourhood- this guy could be a rogue, she realized. Oh what fun. As she got closer, having carved a path for herself, she found herself face to face with the point of a sword. How rude!
"Do I look like one of them?" she asked, eyebrows raised, a mirthful grin on her face regardless. At this distance she could smell the liquor. She sniffed. So he was drunk. That was it. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Her own reiatsu was mixing with Hidane's. A delicate pink glow that suffused the black mist, the scent of summer flowers and freshly mown grass filling the air and the faint image of petals drifting on a gentle breeze. Blodeuwen's spiritual pressure was like a wonderful sunny day to someone who was able to withstand its intense power. For those unable, it was cloying, choking. It pressed in, overwarm and sickly from all sides and the hollows closest to her couldn't even approach, paralyzed.
"My name is Blodeuwen Hirashi. I'm a shinigami in the Kido Corps. Perhaps more pressing is who you are. I didn't have time to look you up before I left but I know you aren't approved to be here and you didn't come through a senkaimon recently." He seemed to stumble, before rudely asking her what she wanted in a rather forward manner. Blodeuwen didn't really mind so much but she took note of the fact that he had seemingly tried to dismiss her. This one could be a trouble maker. He was kind of cute though, even when he was pissed as a grounded sailor.
In order to stop his business, Blodeuwen began exerting her reiatsu with more and more intense pressure. She attempted to exclude Hidane from the dense force of it as much as she could, so he didn't think of it as an act of aggression towards him. One by one the hollows began to "pop". They disintegrated, their bodies turning inward and collapsing as they were unable to maintain outward pressure against Blodeuwen's crushing presence. Soon the whole area was virtually empty of hollows, and those that remained on the fringes quickly scrambled to open Garganta and flee.
She relaxed her reiatsu once more, regarding him coolly. "Not busy any more." she said, with a smile.
It was a fair point. She did look very… human. Not Hollow at all, though the statement had been little more than a statement of the obvious anyway. His body remained tense, however, as a strong Shinigami was just much a threat to him as a horde of weak Hollows… rather, probably more. That, and it was taking a lot more effort than it should to even stand up straight right now, due to the alcohol in his system. He hadn’t been planning on being interrupted, but this was the way of things now. He could only play the situation out to its conclusion, and if that meant he would die… so be it. No better time than the present, it seemed.
“And I am Hidane. Hidane Asuka Koga.” He bowed his head slightly, not willing to do any more and risk falling over. “You would be right about me not coming through a Senkaimon, considering that I live here.” He stumbled a bit to the left, regaining his balance for a moment and planting his feet, holding his legs steady, watching the Shinigami carefully. So she was the new leader of the Kido Corps, eh? He had been wondering if they would ever decide on a replacement after the first round of Visored had been exiled ages ago. “As for my being ‘approved’ to be here, I’m more ‘approved’ here in my home than I am in the Seireitei anymore. Maybe you’ll learn more about that soon, but first, I have something to take care…” Suddenly the Shinigami let out her Reiatsu in full force; she was avoiding pressing it down on him, but he could sense it in the air around him, as most of the Hollows gathered around were crushed into dust nearly in an instant. The few that survived scattered to the alleyways or opened their own Garganta and fled to Hueco Mundo. “…of.”
What had just happened? He had drawn those empty heads of Hollows here to slaughter them personally, and then here this Shinigami comes swooping in and stealing all his fun, his justice! Thinking about it, the Gotei 13 were partly to blame for all of his misfortunes as well, weren’t they? If they handled the Visored condition in a humane manner, he wouldn’t be considered an outlaw in the first place. For that matter, if they handled pretty much anything in a humane manner, how different would the world be? If they hadn’t been so fixated on eliminating Tiru during her Hollowfication process, sending three Captains to deal with the situation, perhaps he and her other allies could have attended to her better and prevented her death.
But the Captains had kept them busy through the roughest part of the transition, and though it had seemed to go well, things took a turn for the worst in the end.
That was on the Gotei.
“They were mine!” The Visored let out a slurred shout, gripping his Zanpakuto tightly. He’d resealed Kurosenkou after eliminating the large first Hollow; it now took the form once again of a pitch black, average-length katana. His left hand fell casually on the hilt of the second Zanpakuto he had picked up in recent years, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. Usually he wouldn’t pick a fight with a Shinigami unless they gave him a damned good reason to, but whether he realized it or not, he’d gotten more drunk than anticipated, and his judgment was… not all there, to say the least. All of the stress and regret and anger that had been building up come boiling over his limits with Blodeuwen crushing all of the Hollows he had intended to work out his frustration on in one fell swoop, stealing it away from him. “What right did you have to take them from me!?”
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 14, 2016 14:59:09 GMT
Goodness grief this guy was plastered. She blinked slowly, watching him attempt to find his footing. Was he merely being foolish and drunk? She nodded at his name and the slight bow of his head. Hidane Koga... She had heard that name before. She was sure of it. As he spoke, she searched the archive of her memories, where had it come up? Somewhere in some piece of literature she'd read. As he went on to explain that he lived in the human realm, he stumbled and she started forward as if to catch him but held back when he regained his balance, before blustering. She then eliminated the hollows. She could see him getting angrier and angrier as he processed what had just happened, and she gripped Cariad's hilt, supposing that he might want an outlet for that anger.
She stepped back as he roared and released his zanpakuto. She braced herself against the surge of reiatsu, and her face grew steely and cold. It was at that moment, when he seemed most like a Blood Knight, that she realized exactly where she had heard of him. When she had been nearly infected with hollow reiatsu, and had spent desperate days layering kido after kido upon it to stop a hollow developing inside her inner world... Of course that time had been spent looking up every past case of hollowfication in Shinigami. Hidane Koga. He had been hollowfied over twenty years ago.
"You're a Visored aren't you?" she asked, somewhat startled. She wasn't sure how happily he would take the information that in recent months that Blodeuwen had killed quite possibly hundreds of shinigami who had been hollowfied as a result of the attacks made by the Hole Hollows. She would keep that partcular tidbit under her metaphorical hat as it were. She gripped her zanpakuto in a loose ijutsu hold despite it being in the shape of a european bastard sword. "I'm only here because I wanted to stop the hollow attacks from doing too much damage. You've had your fun. If you are sufficiently not a threat then I can send in my people to do their job." she said in an attempt to bargain. At this point, however, she would have no choice but to report an encounter with a rogue shinigami that had acquired hollow-like powers.
Even when the world was spinning and colors didn’t seem to match up right, Hidane knew when someone was getting ready to attack. His grip on Kurosenkou’s hilt tightened when he saw the Kidoshu Shinigami’s hand approach her own Zanpakutou’s hilt, though he wasn’t quite sure if he’d grabbed the right spot on the hilt in the first place. It didn’t matter. If he fought her, and it came to his death, who was even left to care? They’d taken everyone from him. The Hollows, the Shinigami… it didn’t matter which. They were all to blame. They were all his enemies. They all needed to be punished. He let his Reiatsu fly, his shaky stance finding some semblance of balance as he stood ready should this Shinigami attack. The black mist thickened, though was still thin in space. It intermingled with Blodeuwen’s, and from the black mist lifted a bright glow the smelled like spring or summer. Were he not so drunk and aggravated, it might have calmed him some.
“You’re a Visored aren’t you?”
“So what if I am?” Hidane roughly blurted out when she identified him as a Visored, correctly. “Does that make me a monster in your eyes? Is it now your duty to exterminate me like a pest? What do you know about me anyway!?” He stepped back, but kept his stance as solid as he could manage. “I was the Fifth Seat of the Kyubantai, the Ninth Division of the Gotei 13, when I sought this power. As well-read as I was, go figure the one piece of information I hadn’t gathered was the consequences of this kind of thing, right? And then, when it happened, Kensei and the others told me that I would likely never be accepted by the Soul Society again, purely because of what I am… what I’d done.” He paused for a moment, absorbing the rest of the Shinigami’s words.
Maybe you shouldn’t be admitting so much to such a powerful Shinigami right now?
The voice rung in his head, as it had so many times these past weeks… or was it months, or years? He brushed it away as he always did.
“This is not fun. Life like this is no game, ma’am.” His thoughts swirling almost as much as the world around him, he decided to stop beating around the bush. “Someone has to pay for what I’ve been put through.” Without moving either hand, the right half of his mask formed over his face, thick black Reiryoku at first and then clearing into a glistening bone-like material. It stretched down the right side of his neck and small tooth-like protrusions from the bottom hugged his right shoulder blade. His eyes turned jet black, steely silver irises staring down the Shinigami standing before him. This isn’t who you are, Dane. Snap out of it! The voice wouldn’t reach him. Not now. However, oddly enough, the world seemed to almost settle back into place, but not quite fully. “Perhaps I should make you take the place of those you allowed to escape my judgment?”
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 15, 2016 6:48:04 GMT
Her pulse quickened. Was this to be her first true test? Blodeuwen felt that the past few weeks had been trial enough on their own. Her face was still stoic, contemplative, but inside her mind was whirring. Would she insist on taking him in or killing him? From what she knew, she could be forgiven for her failure, since Hidane was no pushover. Especially not from what was now known about the large boost in power available to those with hollow-like powers. She cursed herself for her short-sighted question. It seemed that it had merely aggravated him further.
"To seek out the powers of a hollow is abhorrent." she told him blankly. She hadn't known that he had chosen to do this to himself. It seemed more than slightly repugnant. Recalling being infected with hollow reiatsu, it seemed the height of folly to choose to do it, and she couldn't see how anyone would willingly do that. "Sometimes, we make choices that cannot be undone. Whether or not I see you as a monster depends on whether you act like one." she said, honestly. Her voice was high and arch but there was a hint of uncertainty there. She couldn't truly know the power of what she was dealing with until he brought it to bear which seemed more inevitable with each passing second. "All I know is that you have been banished from Soul Society for acquiring hollow-like powers. I know that you attempted to defend Tiru Shiori when she also acquired hollow like powers. Kensei has been accepted by soul society. He is a captain in the Gotei 13. What makes you think that you are so different?
When he masked up, she tensed. She sensed the hollow reiatsu mixed in with his shinigami powers. It reminded her of Llew, and a deep seething anger bubbled to her surface, her face flushed slightly red. She began shaking- not with fear, but with rage. Such a strong spiritual presence, a mixture of hollow and of shinigami... Yes it was almost identical to Llew in that sense. Llew who had nearly turned her into what Hidane was now. Llew who had caused Adam, Lyn and Pico to journey deep into Hueco Mundo to save her. She wondered what had become of Pico now. Her throat tightened.
"I would not recommend it." she growled in response to his final question. It was an uncharacteristic display of emotion from her, she seldom allowed herself to become angry during combat, let alone this angry.
"To seek out the powers of a hollow is abhorrent."
“Spoken like a loyal pawn of the Central 46.” The words came from Hidane’s lips like snakes biting at air almost sooner than they had even crossed his mind, but they were no less true to him for it. The rest of his mask formed over his face, the material crawling over the back of his head and down around his entire neck, covering all of his head, hair, and some of his upper chest, guarding his shoulders in pauldron-like plates. Only glimmering silver eyes engulfed in black shone through the mask as the Hollow Reiatsu began to surge forth with more power. “What makes me think I’m so different from them? Perhaps everything. Maybe nothing. They were brought back into Soul Society with open arms the moment they took up arms against a great enemy of Soul Society, but anyone else who successfully comes through this ordeal is left in the dark. If we don’t prove ourselves in some great way, we are ignored at best, or hunted at worst. Putting ourselves out there in the first place is playing a game of life and death.”
With every moment he could feel the tension of the situation rising, and it was only making his blood stir more. He gripped Kurosenkou’s hilt tightly as she continued to protest, but his whirling thoughts of rage and justice and revenge only drowned her voice out more and more. Underneath his mask, a wide grin spread as she rather… strongly… advised him not to make her his next target.
“Oh? Did something I said strike a chord? Did I manage to crack the mask of the Gotei lackey?” His tone was mocking, the alcohol still running in his veins. On a normal day he wouldn’t go this far, but he was way too far gone to stop himself now. “Good.” He drew his Zanpakuto back, his Shunpo carrying him forward…
…and straight past Blodeuwen to the left, by about ten feet, where he slashed his sword downward into the pavement below. The world spun once more for only a moment as he realized he’d missed, and spun on his heels, swinging his sword in Blodeuwen’s direction, too far away by a good five feet to even hope to hit her. One of the three of her, anyway. “Damnit, would you stop moving so much? I’m trying to hit you, here!” His Shunpo launched him again…
…and this time, he appeared within striking distance of her, mid-air with his blade raised, ready to draw it down towards her right shoulder, the jagged teeth of his mask curling up into a bloodthirsty grin to match that which was hidden beneath it.
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 15, 2016 7:56:04 GMT
She shrugged. What reaction she was expecting she knew not but she was hardly surprised. Someone who had willingly given up a portion of their humanity to fuel their lust for power surely didn't really care about being abhorrent. They cared whether or not they would be hunted for it. She supposed that in Hidane's case, as he had sought out his powers he would likely not find shelter, no matter what his good deeds. Why should he? The others had been cursed, tricked and manipulated by Aizen. Instead here Blodeuwen could only see selfishness and shortsightedness. Perhaps that judgement was her own weakness. His mask seemed to cover more of his face than most other Visored she had seen, which she took to be most likely a bad sign.
"You can't have been a particularly adept shinigami if you are ignorant to my having nothing to do with the Gotei 13. Or are you so blinded by hatred that you see all shinigami as one and the same? I think you long ago lost the right to count yourself among our number." She reacted instinctively when he flash stepped. Raising her sword as if to block but she quickly realized how far he would overstep his mark. Gosh he really was drunk wasn't he? That made him more dangerous, not less, in most circumstances but she had to stifle a giggle which was half due to the absurd comedy of the situation and half due to nervousness. He slashed impotently once more, and asked her to stop moving. She was about to retort when he once again flash stepped and was suddenly bearing down on her. She took to the offensive, not bothering to attempt to block the imminent strike but instead lunging upwards, Cariad's point aimed laterally so as to slide between his ribs. Blodeuwen had learned that occasionally attempting to block or parry these moves tended to open her up for counter-attacks so instead she thought it safer to go on the offensive.
The Kidoshu Shinigami’s response in close-range combat was faster than he’d expected; he drew his sword down more in his swing, his blade grazing the side of Blodeuwen’s, and pressed to the side with all the force he could muster mid-air; he began rolling to the side, but not before her Zanpakutou tore the skin between two of his ribs; not a particularly notable wound, but his robes quickly became soaked in crimson red. He rolled to his feet, steadier than before, his blade held off to the side as he felt nothing from the wound; one of his favorite perks to this mask of his. His sadistic grin remained.
“The Gotei 13… the Kidoshu… the Onmitsukido… what difference does it make which one you serve or lead? You all answer to the same council overrun by old men interested only in preserving their own lives. They don’t care about those below them, and they certainly don’t care about the morality of their decisions or orders. They simply see in black and white; if something is different, it is probably dangerous, and if it’s dangerous, it should be exterminated.” He held his Zanpakuto up, pointed towards Blodeuwen. “Do you think I’m wrong?” He was legitimately curious about what her response would be. While she was the leader of the Kidoshu, a group he had very limited knowledge of, she seemed… different from the other higher-ups in Soul Society that he’d met in the past, and certainly different than the uptight Shinigami that had approached him with blind ignorance.
Of course, they’d all learned their lessons.
“In truth, there was a time when I would have gladly returned to Soul Society as a loyal soldier. But I’ve seen too much since then; I’ve learned things that they would’ve never wanted me to know, maybe things they don’t even know themselves.” He paused for a moment, soaking in what he’d just said; no, he finally realized, even if offered, he wouldn’t go back. He couldn’t, not while such blind arrogance and ignorance corrupted the ones making the decisions for the Gotei 13 and the others. He didn’t want to be their enemy, but neither could he fully consider himself an ally. “I can’t return to the Gotei 13 as it is now, after what I’ve been through these past decades. Not like they would let me back in anyway, with what I’ve become.”
Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 17, 2016 4:34:33 GMT
Even drunk, he was quick. But not quick enough it seemed. She flicked the blood off of Cariad's blade, and felt the Sword's Spirit stirring. The two didn't talk often enough it seemed. Cariad was not particularly bloodthirsty but she often took a little while to awaken, should Blodeuwen choose to use her powers. She felt confident that if she needed to, she would be capable of releasing her bankai. She'd never used it in combat before- not that that especially mattered, as all of Blodeuwen's power was kido-focused. She found it a slight pain that she had no sword upon releasing, however. She tended to avoid it wherever possible. So much so that virtually no-one, except maybe Adam actually knew what her zanpakuto spirit was capable of. Not that she'd even seen Adam around at all. Perhaps he had died, and she could find him in the Rukon districts.
"You left Soul Society twenty years ago. Up until just gone a year ago, the Central 46 were under the thumb of Aizen Souske. All souls depend on the balance that we, as shinigami, maintain. It is wise to remain cautious of anything that would disrupt that balance." she told him coolly, not fully prepared to commit to an answer. She too had doubted- and still doubted the Central 46. Before she had risen to prominence she toed the line more, acted out, but now she had a responsibility to the people under her. Those whose lives were in her hands, in some ways, deserved better than a leader who carelessly spoke out against the government. Leave those issues and tackling them to someone who would not cause problems by speaking out against them.
"Ryodo number one. Keikatsu." she said, and a green healing light would suffuse Hidane's side where she had stabbed him. He seemed to have calmed down now- he seemed less violent and threatening. If she could diffuse the situation this way, she would. Blodeuwen had a knack for getting away with these things, mostly because of who she was, and who were family were, coupled with how good she was at avoiding Kurotsuchi's surveillance. She was the ultimate authority on the senkaimon, she knew how to get through without picking up the dozen wards he presumably had to track people.
What he said next chilled her, however. There was something... Something about that mask. And the way it echoed his words when he talked about what he had become. She wasn't sure if she could detect a hint of regret in those words, or if he had lost himself to the monstrosity inside and she wasn't entirely sure she ever wanted to find out. But she was duty-bound to ask. If there was something out there that could cause problems, like heck would she be the one to let valuable information slide between Soul Society's fingers. She was sick and tired of always being a step behind.
"What have you become, Hidane?" she asked, gripping Cariad tightly.
Seran’s voice drifted down to the two shinigami standing in the street from where he sat, legs dangling down over the building’s ledge. One of them was a shinigami anyway, the other….. Seran’s face twisted in disgust from underneath the hood of his sweatshirt….. Hidane was slowly becoming nothing more than a liability. It wasn’t any of Seran’s business if the vizard chose to spend the rest of his miserable life in a drunken haze of self pity. But despite going separate ways with the Alliance, and with Seran in particular, there was still too much dangerous information in that head of his, and Seran wasn’t about to just let him fall into Gotei hands for interrogation. The mod soul blinked, and his eyes shifted from their normal light grey, becoming orbs of glowing light blue with white irises. They bore down on the Vizard, piercing through his outer shell to the information Seran desired. He studied for a moment, and an eye twitched; he didn’t like what he saw. Maybe the day had finally come. The day Hidane would give him a reason he could live with. Seran continued speaking, addressing the shinigami while keeping his eyes locked on the Vizard.
“Since he put on his mask, the change is more expansive than usual. Tick tock, each moment you wait the balance slowly slips towards the monster’s favor. Node by node, star by star, the galaxy with three heads slowly swallowed by the darkest.”
He was well aware his words sounded like that of a madman, but it didn’t matter. He could see it, that’s what mattered, everything else was secondary to that accomplishment. It was entirely possible Hidane did not feel the change yet. Understandable. But the marker of fifty percent was slowly approaching and Seran had no doubt he would realize it then. The mod soul slipped his thumb under the strap that crossed his chest, lifting it up over his head along with the sheathed blade it held. He laid his sword across his lap, still staring down at the two of them.
“You’re disappointing me Hidane. I thought you were at least competent enough to maintain control over your own powers.”
{Spoiler} Augment Name: Beyond the Veil Tier: II Type: Passive Range: Long Description: Special modifications to Seran’s eyes that let him peer beyond the physical and spiritual bodies of those within his sight and see directly into their soul. Designed through his research of souls and their structure, this special vision gives him a clear picture of the souls structure, with which he can determine some basic information about what he is looking at. Information gains is entirely plot based such as race, age, possibly generalizations about personality etc… This gives him no information about a person’s skill, techniques, or any other combat related information.
“Remain cautious?” When he heard this, Hidane nearly burst out laughing, cackling really, and then so after repeating it himself, nearly falling backwards in the process. “Is that what you call it? When was the last time something ‘different’ happened, and the Central 46’s first response wasn’t to eliminate it immediately? When has anyone looked into ways of maintaining the balance aside from authorized violence?” His mind wandered momentarily, back to the bar that had been set up in the abandoned fortress of Hueco Mundo, of the time he’d stood an ant in the middle of an argument between titans, of the time he’d come to know the purpose in life that he’d sought out these powers in the first place for: to find another way. To try to break the cycle of violence and bring together enemies forged in blood, to maintain the balance without a constant war with the world of the living caught in between. “That's why I can’t go back to the Gotei 13, under the thumb of the Central 46. There has to be another way. The world is not as they say it is, and I can’t take part in their blind war.”
As if he hadn’t heard her chant the Kido, his eyes widened, surprised, as the green light covered his wound. He was not expecting that, to say the least. He, a drunken rogue Visored, had drunkenly attacked her, a high-ranking officer in part of Soul Society’s government, and she… was healing the wound she’d inflicted on him in self-defense? Maybe he was wrong about her. To be fair, she did seem fairly reasonable through this little conversation of theirs. Then she asked in response to something he’d blurted out… something he didn’t particularly care to admit to any more than he already had. Loosening his grip on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, he tossed it up lightly in front of him, catching it in his left hand on the blade just past the guard, the blade pointing back away from Blodeuwen.
“Something danger-“
Suddenly his words were cut off as another Reiatsu appeared, and Hidane’s eyes turned instantly upwards as the familiar voice spoke down to them. There he was, sitting up there so calm and collected, so sure of himself, speaking of the state of Hidane’s powers as if he had any idea what he had become. The sadistic grin returned in an instant as their history flooded back into his mind; from the very beginning they’d been on a different page, he’d realized at some point. They’d never seen quite eye to eye, and the break-up of his own fellowship as well as Theocelese’s only seemed to solidify this idea in his mind. His left hand squeezed on Kurosenkou’s blades, and she seemed to hum softly at the taste of his blood, dark Reiatsu emanating from the blade black as midnight. Hidane’s silver-and-black eyes turned back to Blodeuwen one more time.
“Well, he’s got one thing right,” Hidane said coolly, as if nothing were wrong, “you should stand back. I haven’t really figured out how to control the latest form my powers have taken just yet.” He turned back to Seran, holding out the blade in his bloodied hand. “Raffreddare le ossa…
Hidane’s eyes opened to a blindingly white light, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to his new surroundings. The sky was clear and blue overhead, a few wispy clouds slowly creeping along. Relaxed, he allowed himself to float in the slowly rolling waves for a few minutes before lifting his head to see where he was. He’d just about drifted ashore the large island, a place he had not been to in quite some time, and yet was so familiar to him. Though the changes still caught him off-guard, nothing was quite so soothing to him as the sight of the island that was his inner world. He turned back to the endless sea behind him as he walked onto the sand, staring out over the endless waves, before looking at the trees before him. They’d grown again, and were nearing the size they’d been when Salvaje… or whatever the name of his Hollow was… had destroyed them upon first manifesting here. With the giant, shimmering purple crystals slowly protruding from the ground between the trees, it was quite a beautiful sight, now that he had the time to admire it. He’d always hated those crystals for what they represented, but now they seemed… almost charming.
Suddenly he heard it; from deep within the forest, he heard it. Quickly he began to move forward, but he couldn’t seem to use his flash step, so he had to rely on his own agility and maneuverability as he followed a light humming reverberating throughout the entire forest, a melancholy tune. It had been so long since he’d moved through these trees without use of Shunpo, relying only on his knowledge of them and his own dexterity, but it seemed to come naturally to him still. It had always been exhilarating, running and leaping and swinging through this place with Kurosenkou, early on, when he’d lived such a carefree life in Soul Society. Everything had changed when that blind desire to grow stronger, to find some purpose in life through it, had taken over. When he had found the power he sought, it was too late. Ever since the Hollow had joined them, their relationship had been torn, and he hadn’t quite managed to repair things.
Then, his last visit here had happened.
It seemed he was coming close to the source of the humming, but as he was about to come into view, it stopped entirely. He stopped moving for a moment, but knew it would do nothing. He moved forward into the clearing, but he wasn’t expecting to see what he saw there. Standing before him, in the middle of a clearing, was one, single, tall tree, with a long, deep bloodstain running down it and pooling at its base. He recognized the scene instantly, though things had changed. It was where his Hollow had killed the spirit of his Bankai, taking over its role in his powers. He could already feel himself shaking; the last time he’d been here, Kuromitsukai still hung there, impaled by the Hollow’s blade. Now both blade and body were gone, as were the other trees for some distance around it. Perhaps Kurosenkou had cleared it out as some kind of memorial.
“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Kurosenkou’s voiced called out behind him, but it felt… different, somehow. He hadn’t been here in the last two decades, since he’d let this happen, but she’d been frequently trying to talk to him the whole time regardless. Most of the time he was too drunk to hear. “It’s been quite a while since you’ve visited me here, big bro.” He turned immediately. She sat on a low branch on a tree at the edge of the clearing. “Is that why?” She nodded her head, gesturing towards the tree in the center, but kept her eyes closed. Why was she keeping her eyes closed? Thoughts spun in Hidane’s head, though he was completely sober here. In twenty years he still didn’t feel ready to confront her yet, and yet here he was. What had he even been doing before coming here? How did he get here? He didn’t remember choosing to come here. Suddenly Kurosenkou stood, taking a few steps towards him.
“Listen,” she said, opening her eyes, shimmering silver irises centered in pitch black eyes, as Hidane felt his heart sink, “we need to talk.”
A thick cloud of black Reiatsu clung to Hidane as the Shinigami Reiatsu that had until then held a prominent foothold in the swirling storm of his being was almost completely drowned out by Hollow Reiatsu. The Reiatsu fell heavy all around him, around Seran, around Blodeuwen, but Hidane was no more, his eyes closed, his breathing steadied and his mind lost. The Hollow Reiatsu infused with his body, the form of his mask melting away and seeming to stretch out over his whole body. He bent over onto all fours, a sickening crack echoing through the streets as his arm suddenly bent violently out of shape, seeming to grow twice its normal length with an odd, unnatural curvature, followed by a loud pop as it seemed to suddenly bulge, spots on his skin splitting open, blood pouring swiftly down his arm and onto the street as the arm slowly shrunk back down to a normal size. The creature’s breathing was heavy as its body slowly bent out and back into shape, slowly growing with each time something cracked or snapped or popped, until he’d grown to nearly twice his normal size, his features sharper and more animal-like, his head covered in what appeared to be almost like a biological helmet, his eyes abnormally large and black, with plain white circles in the middle.
The Reiatsu cleared in a sudden sweep as it pushed outward, all of the black mist generated by his Reiatsu suddenly disappearing from the area. Now clearly visible, it could be seen that Hidane had become something rather grotesque; where normally a Hollow would appear to have smooth black skin or some kind of armor-like plating, Hidane’s overgrown body seemed to have failed to develop the latter of the two at this moment, as his body seemed a bulging, blackish red mass of muscles, all but his head, which seemed to have formed properly, and many spots on his body appeared to be bleeding from the stress of the transformation. Steam seemed to roll from between the teeth of his new mask as the creature took in its surroundings, though it completely ignored Blodeuwen and set its sights solely on Seran. The steam flowed back into the creature’s mouth as it took in a deep breath.
The creature released a deafening shriek, both an extremely high pitch and extremely low pitch suffusing together and reverberating through the streets as the Reiatsu of the creature once known as Hidane pressed down on the streets and all that stood upon them, before suddenly cutting it off to silence as the white orbs of his empty eyes narrowed.
Suddenly the creature appeared before Seran, its right arm outstretched upward, popping and suddenly growing two-fold in size, stretching out into a wide pad of an arm and hand with five large claws extending from the end as he slammed it down towards the Mod Soul with immense force.
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Name: Sonido [Resounding Revolution] Class: Stepping Tier: I Type: Stepping Range: N/A Description: Is the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami flash steps; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances. Use of Sonido is punctuated by a brief static sound, in contrast to the "swish" sound used for Shunpo.
Name: Regeneración de Velocidad Alta [High Speed Regeneration] Class: Hollow Technique Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Powerful Hollows have been shown to possess incredible powers of regeneration, specifically at the adjuchas class. This ability allows for the regeneration of most body parts with the exception of vital organs and the head itself. The ability is dependent on reiatsu and cannot be maintained indefinitely, likewise, one cannot completely regenerate from fatal wounds unless give uninterrupted time to fully recover the damage dealt.
Instant – Minor scraps and bruises. 1 Post – Cuts, bad bruising 2 Posts - Deep lacerations, broken bones 3 Posts - Organs, Limbs
+ an incomplete/unstable version of an untrained Resurression technique, Mitosi, found here.
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Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on Apr 29, 2016 9:23:02 GMT
He was right dammit and there was very little she could say to the contrary. Differences were exterminated- she herself had killed any number of hollowfied shinigami and residents of the rukon districts in recent weeks. While it was sad, it was a necessary evil. One thing she couldn't agree with was that their war was blind. Did he think that he was a hollow now? Did he think they were worth saving, that they ought to have rights like others? Arrancar didn't people in the same way but were they realistically any better? Aizen Souske's army of half-breed freaks, an arrancar like them is what her Llew had become. Her love had vanished, no- she felt a stiff hatred and anguish for that arrancar, the arrancar that had stolen the only man she could ever truly love. And Hidane claimed Shinigami were the violent ones. But he was drunk, and rambling. She kept quiet and focused only on healing him. It was done soon enough and he tossed his zanpakuto, playfully. The end was now not facing her, which was somewhat of a relief. Any display of un-aggression was positive. Blod could not, however, anticipate how the situation would soon degenerate.
The voice was deep, expansive and crooning, and belong to a hooded person up upon a building. Blodeuwen focused her reiatsu; a modified soul. She could feel her heart breaking a little more. Here was Hidane, talking about the Central 46's effort to quash anything they deemed problematic and here was a living, breathing example. A being who had not asked to be born, often who was programmed by their very nature to do good. She almost expected that this had been planned but the voice that drifted down offered a warning. Stay away from him? Was the modified soul attempting to protect her? She looked up and saw the disgust upon his face. Blodeuwen realized that she quite possibly had stumbled something with a little more background than she was aware of. The mod soul explained the expansive changes as Hidane had worn the mask before degenerating into babbling.
She watched Hidane for his reaction. He was grinning, and he held his blade out once again combat ready. Blodeuwen was still holding Cariad with an iron grip. The look in Hidane's eyes put actual fear in her now. She had saved herself from Hidane's fate, and the seal she had placed on the infection had saved her from becoming a visored. She then felt the surge as he released his reiatsu. Putting on the mask had about equalized him in strength relative to her. This new form that he undertook was pulsating with power and Blodeuwen had to flare her reiatsu to stop herself from being overwhelmed. She held her sword at the ready as the wave of black washed over her, parted by her own dense pink mist. Hidane's body was grotesque and monstrous and she saw no logic, no reason in those eyes. Good lord. Was it even possible for a shinigami to do this to themselves?
She prepared to fight but instead saw it leap up towards Seran. In two minds as to whether or not to help, she shunpo'd up to their level, and stood behind where Hidane had appeared, his arm rearing up to squash the modsoul. The last modsoul she had met had tried to kill her and so even though Seran had warned her she wasn't entirely sure she could afford to put herself into the fray until she had some more of an indication he wouldn't turn on her. The screech was deafening and she winced. What on earth could she do? Wait it out, she supposed, and try and reduce the collateral as much as she could. She frowned- that might involve the use of forbidden kido she hadn't gained permission to use but if it were necessary would the 46 see sense? Or would she be made no less of an outcast than either of these two?
This is going to be dangerous. And I can’t just blast away at him in a place like this.
As much as he was loathed to admit it, at his core Seran was still a protector of human souls; it was the only part of his programming that hadn’t been seared away by the betrayal of the shinigami. And speaking of, he had no idea how the woman Dane had been interacting with would respond to his transformation. But as the vizard closed the distance with blinding speed the thought faded, he would do what he could and any additional destruction was on her. Hidane’s new grotesque form struck outwards, and Seran’s right hand grasped the hilt of his sword, pushing it down like a lever.
“What good is this new power if you become as predictable as an animal.”
Even with his newly lengthened arm, Seran’s Odachi still vastly outreached the vizard. With his arm coming down Hidane would feel the blunt end of the scabbard as it punched into his chest, with Seran’s pushing the weapon upward as he rose to his feet. The mod soul inhaled, gathering energy in his chest and stimulating the botanical part of his vessel. His hollowfied plants were perfect given the situation.
“Hueco Botánica: aliento de esporas!”
Seran released his breath, blowing out a massive green cloud of spores upward to engulf his opponent. The shinigami had leaped up behind where Hidane and initially appeared, but the mod soul ignored her for the moment, from what he had witnessed before making his presence known, she was at least somewhat conflicted when it came to fighting Hidane. Hopefully that sentiment extended to him as well for the moment.
{Spoiler}{Techniques} Racial Passive: 3x Strength and Speed
Augment Name: Genesis Skeleton Tier: II Type: Passive Range: Self Description: The black golem lacks a normal skeletal structure, instead having a botanical core that fills in a similar area. This botanical skeleton is made mainly from a flexible plant substance similar to vines, which contains genetic material from the plants Seran collected from his experiment in growing plants in Las Noches. The structure can grow and shrink to accommodate the vessel’s black iron transformations. The main benefit of this augment is that it gives Seran the base material to make other botanical based soul engineering abilities.
Augment Name: Hueco Botánica: aliento de esporas (Breath of Spores) Class: Soul Engineering Tier: V Type: Poison [Dangai Prize 1/4] Range: Long Description: Seran inhales deeply, then exhales a massive blasts of air containing innumerable moss spores that moves at cero speeds. These spores stick to anything they touch and quickly begin to grow into the target’s body on a microscopic level, acting as a poison that drains the target’s strength. This results in a 3x debuff to strength and speed that lasts 5 posts with appropriate cooldown.
The creature’s claw that once was the hand of Hidane fell short as the Mod Soul drew his sword, scabbard and all, and struck its chest with it, pushing him back. Shortly following, a cloud of some kind of spores was also released towards the creature at an alarming rate. The creature found a foothold in the air almost instantaneously after having been hit by the scabbard and used Sonido to return to the street below, leaving most of the cloud to move past towards the Shinigami that had moved behind it, but a small collection of spores had landed on the creature’s fingertips, and were quickly spreading through its hand. It let out a violent shriek as the hand continued to grow to try to diffuse the spores, but they kept spreading. The creature’s left hand popped and sprayed blood as it transformed into a sharper, singular form, a makeshift blade in its own right. Its right wrist shrunk down as he brought his other hand down and cut the hand off at the wrist; it sprayed blood, but quickly grew back as it shrieked louder; not in pain, but in anger.
“Tha… na… tos…” The creature spoke its own name with difficulty; it wasn’t completely devoid of thought, though most was overcome by unrelenting bloodlust. Its muscles on its arms bulged, blackened masses spraying blood with each convulsion as the creature stood on all fours, rearing back as it opened its sharp-toothed mouth wide, a Cero quickly charging before the creature released it in a wide arc upon the first floor of the building, aiming to make the entirety of the building collapse. “De… stroy…” The creature hissed, steam flowing from the edges of its mouth as it breathed deeply, its back cracking and opening a fresh wound, however the creature still felt no pain.
It was only a matter of time until this form could no longer sustain itself, however.
Hidane had been dreading that sentence for the better part of two decades. He’d known the entire time that Kurosenkou and Enadih as individual parts of his soul were no more; but he’d never begun to speculate on what exactly they had become together, and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out. Physically, she mostly seemed to be the Kurosenkou he’d known, but those eyes told a far different story. At first her expression had been kind, like Kurosenkou’s would in the past during calm moments; however, the moment she’d spoken those works a wicked grin crossed her face, revealing unusually sharp teeth, a sign of the Hollow part of her. He looked back to the tree, the bloodstain running down it, red and shimmering as if it were fresh.
“Yeah, I suppose it’s about time we did that, isn’t it?”
“LOOK AT ME.” Suddenly Kurosenkou’s Hollow eyes appeared in front of Hidane, as she appeared before him, and he jumped back. “There is no escaping this, Hidane. It’s been two decades too long. Are you avoiding me? Are you afraid of me? Rightly so, but only because of your neglect.” She crossed her arms. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were white, as Kurosenkou’s once were. “Two decades ago, whether it was by your will or not, you let the Hollow take more control in this place, in your soul. At first, I felt bitter about it… I resented you, almost as much as I did the Hollow… but I respect your decision. I know what you’ve gone through, and what it is you aim to do. Or at least, used to aim to achieve.” She closed her eyes again, opening them once more to reveal the Hollow eyes. She brought her hands out to her sides, opened upwards like claws.
“But did you really think I would just sit on my ass and watch you destroy yourself this entire time? Did you think that now that the Hollow had what it wanted, that it would just lie dormant and let you do as you pleased?” She leaned back, cackling wildly in a doubled voice; Kurosenkou’s soft, lulling voice overlaid with a sharp, nasally, somehow inhuman voice. “My powers have only been growing within you, big bro; and as much as you might think my intentions are purely selfish, I am fully aware of the fact that if you are killed it is likely that I will be gone with you before I have a chance to take over.” She pointed at him with a clawed finger. “I have given you my power, with the intention of making you stronger for the both of us… and what have you done with it? You’ve wasted away day after day, week after week, year after year, in self-pity over the things you’ve failed to do.”
Hidane said nothing in response. It was all true. The Hollow had given him its power in order to protect himself, and he had intended to use it to protect those he cared for, but he’d failed. It had been the entire reason for the drunken depression he’d found himself drowned in for the past two decades.
“Do you intend to sit around drinking away your life for the rest of eternity? Or are you simply waiting for a day like today, where you lose control, in the hopes that someone will stop you, will kill you?” The doubled voice wasn’t entirely aggressive, but there was a tone of disappointment in the words it spoke. “You need to move forward, Hidane, and you need to take control of my powers before your behavior causes them to overwhelm your soul entirely.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between Hidane and her. She tapped lifted her left hand and tapped his right arm with a clawed finger.
“We shall begin working on that right now.” A menacing grin crossed her face as his right arm exploded in pain, blood spraying as it twisted and bulged suddenly. A scream filled the forest of Hidane’s inner world.
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Name: Sonido [Resounding Revolution] Class: Stepping Tier: I Type: Stepping Range: N/A Description: Is the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami flash steps; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances. Use of Sonido is punctuated by a brief static sound, in contrast to the "swish" sound used for Shunpo.
Name: Regeneración de Velocidad Alta [High Speed Regeneration] Class: Hollow Technique Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Powerful Hollows have been shown to possess incredible powers of regeneration, specifically at the adjuchas class. This ability allows for the regeneration of most body parts with the exception of vital organs and the head itself. The ability is dependent on reiatsu and cannot be maintained indefinitely, likewise, one cannot completely regenerate from fatal wounds unless give uninterrupted time to fully recover the damage dealt.
Instant – Minor scraps and bruises. 1 Post – Cuts, bad bruising 2 Posts - Deep lacerations, broken bones 3 Posts - Organs, Limbs
+ an incomplete/unstable version of an untrained Resurression technique, Mitosi, found here.
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Post by Blodeuwen Hirashi on May 8, 2016 5:09:40 GMT
Blodeuwen saw the mod soul's counter-attack and realized he probably had it under control, and re-appeared where she had been previously; stood on the street below. Luckily she'd done so too- the spores he gave out seemed to be rather deadly looking. Her blood curdled as the hollow re-appeared before her, also, it seemed, keen to dodge the cloud. What was slightly scary was watching it coldly chop its own hand off. She wasn't sure if she could have brought herself to do that, High-Speed-Regeneration or none. She looked up at the mod soul, wondering what he was going to do next. She wasn't sure she wanted to get in his line of fire as this weird Hidane-hollow looking thing was about enough for her to handle all on its own thank-you-very-much. But she saw it shuddering, blood spattering everywhere, a little even getting on her shihakusho. Her pupils contracted in surprise however, when she felt it charging a cero. She realized quickly that she had to do something and so threw herself before it, as she was stood rather close to where it had landed. A step carried her straight before it whereby she cried;
"Bakudo #65: Yottsuyoko!" to cast her spell. Just in the nick of time, too. The barrier sprang upwards as the beam of the cero left the hollow's mouth. She felt a couple of bruises upon her right side. The kido was one of the fastest barriers she knew of but she had underestimated how strong the monster was. For her to get close enough that the barrier blocked the entire cero, she had had to expose herself to it for but a fraction of a moment. The barrier shattered after moments, having absorbed the force of the attack, and Blodeuwen stood, clutching her zanpakuto, fearing attack from both sides. Regardless, Hidane seemed to have settled, and was breathing heavily, his back cracking. This transformation of his was powerful but ultimately nothing more than a frankenstinian monster. He was falling apart at the seams.
"What have you done to yourself Hidane?" she asked, disgusted.
Name: Bakudo #65: Yottsuyoko Kurokeishu (Four Sided Dark Guard) Class: Kido Tier: V Type: Defensive Range: User-only. Incantation: N/A Description: A quick, almost instantly summoned dark rectangle barrier that requires an at least advanced skill in Kidou. Having about twice the power of an Enkosen, it has the ability to block a single Tier V or lower attack. However, the power of this barrier is not in what it can block, the power lies within the instantaneous speed of creation.
(+1 advantage from rank, -1 advantage from mask, +2 advantages from mastery, +1 advantage from tier. The defense wins with +3 advantages and is reduced to tier IV which cleanly blocks the Cero)
Seran had hoped Hidane would be able to retain enough control to prevent massive scale damage to the city around them. But as the creature formerly known as Hidane descended to the ground and quickly began to gather energy, the mod soul cursed his carelessness. Even in a somewhat crippled form from the faulty transformation, a cero from a being as powerful as the vizard was entirely capable of leveling a city block. Hurriedly the mod gathered energy into his hands; it wouldn’t be fast enough to prevent destruction but he could at least minimize and contain the damage.
“Hueco Botanic….”
But before he could finish, the familiar sound of shunpo echoed out below him. The shinigami had jumped between the hollowfied shinigami and the building on which Seran now stood, illuminated by the red glow glow of the ever growing cero. That damn fool was going to get herself killed if she tried to negate a cero at the range. Seran shuddered as a sudden icy sensation crawled over his body, originating from the pill in his chest. The sudden urge to protect the shinigami invaded his mind, but was immediately beaten down by a powerful opposing force. His eye twitched, it had been a while since one of those responses had popped up. No, he didn’t care what the shinigami did. If Hidane killed her all the better for the mod soul. Better yet, she would make the perfect distraction, and if the city was protected all the better, after all it was technically her job not his.
Shifting the energy he had been funneling towards his hand, Seran instead focused the energy completely into left, replacing his sword onto his back with the other. He looked away from the fight below, but was well aware of the blast that followed. The building had been protected and both reiatsu signatures remained. He couldn’t help but be slightly disappointed. In the center of his palm, a small green seed emerged, slowly swelling as the energy began to fill it. In his right hand the mod soul manifested two orbs of black iron, which hovered in a circle above it. His preparation complete, he looked down to the street below. The blast had thrown up a large mass of dust below him, likely from the street being partially destroyed from the cero’s shockwave, but Seran could still tell where Hidane was from the corrupted reiatsu emanating from his body.
The mod soul leaped off the roof, dropping one of the black balls before him, and a second later grabbed the second and hurled it at the vizard’s location. The two portals opened, and Seran landed squarely on the creature’s back.
“Bullseye.”
Hopefully before Hidane could respond to the impact, Seran slammed down his left hand, planting the seed between the vizard’s shoulder blades. He jumped back, now opposite from the shinigami, and extended his hand towards his former friend. He knew he had been lucky, whatever this new transformation was, judging by the reiatsu the true version would not be something Seran would want to fight solo with so little preparation.
{Spoiler}Name: Black Iron Portals Type: Transportation Class: Creation Range: Long Tier: III Description: Black Iron portals is a technique that creates portals for seran to use in combat and to travel between worlds. When created the portals take the form of small black orbs, roughly the size of a baseball. Two are required in order to move between them. These portals are permanent and can be given to others but can be destroyed if hit with a higher tier technique. They can also be manipulated by black iron animation. In order to move between worlds the orbs must be placed in either hueco mundo or soul society before they can be traveled too. When the portals are activated they instantly expand out into a disk and Seran can move between them or transport other people/objects/techs.
Augment Name: El Hueco Botánica Final: retoño de Yggdrasil (Sapling of Yggdrasil) Class: Soul Engineering Tier: VII Type: Binding Range: Short Description: Seran cups his hands and places them together as through containing something within them. On one of his hands, he forms a large green seed, covered with glowing green veins that pulse continuously as though the seed itself is a pumping heart. Seran then strikes an opponent, sticking the seed to them and immediately retreating back. From the moment of contact, the small seed sprouts and begins rampantly growing around the target at cero speed. It covers them completely and continues to grow until they are bound within a massive tree around 50 meters tall with a radius of 5 meters. The target is trapped within but unharmed and protected by the tree, and remains so until the binding is broken or released by Seran.
The Shinigami had blocked the Cero, preventing Thanatos, the creature that was once Hidane, from destroying the building Seran was on, from drawing the Mod Soul closer to him in order to attack. The Hollow reared back and drew in a deep breath, letting out a loud screech. Before, the Visored known as Hidane had managed to enter this form under the preface of it being fueled by an intense desire to defeat Seran. But now, the Shinigami had interrupted this goal, and named herself an enemy. The creature could tell she’d been injured lightly by the Cero, but for the most part her Kido had done its work. Bloody claws dug into the ground as the creature was about to spring forward to launch an attack on the Shinigami, nearly completely forgetting that the Mod Soul watched from above.
Until the Mod Soul landed on the creature’s back, that is. Almost immediately, the creature responded on instinct; almost in the same moment as Seran landed on the creature’s back, it tried to grow and shoot bony spikes out of its back to impale the Mod Soul in one go; however, the creature’s body had reached its limits, and instead its back bulged out suddenly, lifting Seran slightly but doing nothing to divert him. His back split in several places and sprayed out blood in large streams. Having failed in the initial plan, Thanatos’ neck slowly cracked as he looked up and back at Seran, seemingly beginning to charge another Cero- but Seran was faster, and planted the seed between its shoulder blades. The Mod Soul quickly retreated as the seed took root and immediately started growing. It didn’t take long to completely cover the creature; it tried to expand, to grow, to spread through the cracks and gaps in the roots, but they only grew and confined him more; blood sprayed from every joint he tried to manipulate, every patch of skin that stretched or shrunk from his attempts, and in mere moments the hissing and inhumane screeching seeping through the cracks in the roots of the confinement died out as the Visored lost consciousness, the Hollow Reiatsu settling as he took on his regular form, unaware of the world around him.
The pain Hidane felt in his right arm was unlike anything he had ever felt before; it felt like his arm was literally tearing itself apart. Screams could not capture in a million years the torture he had endured even in the first few seconds, but on it went. He looked at his arm to see if it was his imagination, and what he found was a bloody mess of stringy muscles loosely clinging together as his arm curved unnaturally outward. Looking at the source of the pain only seemed to magnify it tenfold as his wrist twisted in a complete circle, fingers bending the wrong way at the knuckles, his elbow twisting unnaturally. His arm continued to spray blood and it took only a few moments for him to begin to feel light-headed. Was this how it would end? He saw his arm start to turn black as the pain and the disfiguration began to grow up his arm over his shoulder; he felt it on his neck, the right side of his face, his chest, his stomach, beginning to grow down his legs…
Suddenly, the pain stopped, and when he looked his body looked normal. He collapsed onto the ground, then looked up at Kurosenkou, her Hollow eyes staring back at him thoughtfully. “Perhaps I started a little too strong; it seems your presence here has already given out to the pain. A pity.” She tapped her finger to her lips, her sharp nail scratching her upper lip and drawing a thin line of blood down her chin. She turned and looked up towards the sky, which suddenly seemed to flash vividly with color and black. “Well, it seems the ones you were facing outside have finished things up rather quickly anyway. Looks like our time is up this time, big bro. We’ll have to catch up another time.” The last thing he heard was her wicked, double-voiced cackling as the world around him slowly faded to black, and he felt his consciousness fading.
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Name: Sonido [Resounding Revolution] Class: Stepping Tier: I Type: Stepping Range: N/A Description: Is the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami flash steps; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances. Use of Sonido is punctuated by a brief static sound, in contrast to the "swish" sound used for Shunpo.
Name: Regeneración de Velocidad Alta [High Speed Regeneration] Class: Hollow Technique Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Powerful Hollows have been shown to possess incredible powers of regeneration, specifically at the adjuchas class. This ability allows for the regeneration of most body parts with the exception of vital organs and the head itself. The ability is dependent on reiatsu and cannot be maintained indefinitely, likewise, one cannot completely regenerate from fatal wounds unless give uninterrupted time to fully recover the damage dealt.
Instant – Minor scraps and bruises. 1 Post – Cuts, bad bruising 2 Posts - Deep lacerations, broken bones 3 Posts - Organs, Limbs
+ an incomplete/unstable version of an untrained Resurression technique, Mitosi, found here.
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