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The sands of the desert blow through the air, the dark blue of the sky speckled with the lights of false stars and clouds. If he had been doing anything else he might have stopped to admire the nice view. It almost seemed like everything was peacful, calm and relaxed but he knew different. He was in Hueco mundo, the lair of the beast and home to the roaming hollows that would venture to the human world in an effort to consume souls. He never truly liked coming here, his time spent in HM being only for material gathering and research.
This time however he was here on a much more personal mission. There was a hollow that he really wanted to meet face to face. Well, not exactly wanted. This hollow was one that he has met once before, twice if you count the time that he was in his mothers womb. This hollow was older, at least his age plus its age in the human world. Even so he knew that this hollow was perfect for his newest experiment. Only a hollow of its grade would suffice, a Vasto Lorde, containing enough energy to produce the material for the tests.
Certainly he could use a series of weaker hollows but he need this hollow, this one being a signature one that he would mount on his wall to feed his ego every chance he could. Now it was time, finally time, for him to start writing the last page of this chaper of his life.
Up until now, after finding out that this hollow was still out there, he was having a hard time sleeping. His waking thoughts waved from hunting this thing down to the horrible things he wanted to do to it. Perhaps it was the fact that he was infected with something that he could not quiet name, the hollow mask that Superia some how merged with his heart making him behave out of character. It was not hurting him persay, just some how amplyfying his natural urge to seek more power. It was all he could think of, the entirity of his personality was based on the sole lust for more power. So here he was, hunting the hollow that kicked started his life of fighting and blood lust.
THUUUM...A rumble in the distance tells Gage that it is here. Finally, took long enough. Hiking up the jacket over his back he winces, remembering that he has an injury that will deffinatly be a pain. His wound had healed up, at least as much as it was going to.
The entirity of his right shoulder, mid collarbone, down to his arm was missing. If he had not
been to the doctor to have a skin graft put on he would have his right lung exposed to the world with some ribs. He thought it was hilarious at one point, weighing himself after getting well enough to stand, that he was only a hundred and sixty two pounds. The loss of his arm had gotten him to reach his goal of one seventy or less. Interesting that it took a major physical injury to get him to reach a weight loss goal.
THUUUM...Again, there it was, the sound of an earthquake in the distance, rumbling through the dark of the night. Well, where are you? Gage watches impaciently as the head of the beast crests the seventy five footsand dune in front of him. Its face, bone white and toothed with flat humanoid teeth seem to stare aimlessly into the distance. Of course this beast would be what did this to me. Although the Vasto Lorde Hollow in actuallity had nothing to do with the loss of his arm he still blamed it. If it had not infected his mother he would be a regular man, visiting his family and watching his parents grow old together. He would always have a place on his operating table for this particular hollow.
Massive shoulders crest the sand dune, a humanoid torso with next to no body fat supporting its arms. No, not arms, not limbs. Something else. In the place of its arms were two massive forward facing cannons, the barrels wide enough at the tip to fit a whole man into. Continuing towards him the beast comes to full view, the waist down being what he remembers. The hips connect to what looks like a turret mount, the legs missing and replaced with four spider like legs. Instead of the exoskeleton that they normally have though they are made of tank treds, linked half way down the leg with a second set of treds, appearing like a joint.
That, while unusual, was not the most noticable thing about the beast. It was its size. Its sheer towering mass, casting a shadow from the moon across the landscape. Even though Gage had seen it before he still was in awe at its height. He hated it, hated it to his core. However, just as a hunter hates the wolf, he is still able to see that is a great being. A monster, created from the attrocities that it had performed in its life in the real world, was still what seemed like a perfect being in its own right. Behind its shoulders like massive wings were six cannon barrels, flared out like wings, all angled forward.
"Well big boy, time again we meet. Third time is the charm," Shrugging his jacket off with his one shoulder he stands there, bandages still wrapped around his torso, keeping pressure on his chest so that his lungs can still function. Its face, masked by the white skull, turns and looks down at him and releases a bone shaking roar, no voice able to emulate the skreeching metal on metal sound of its cry. It recognized him, there was no way for it not too. Gage had given it a run for its money the last time that they had met, the hollow only managing to get away with luck as he was caught off guard. The first time tht t6hey made physical contact something unexpected had happened, the beast marking him with a scar that would absorb energy in the the air nearby. However that scars creation was enough to incapacitate him, the hollow taking its chance to escape to the realm of hollows while he was stunned.
It makes the first move, Gage's eyes glossing over as he almost begins to look through the Vasto Lorde. BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! Three sets of rounds are fired from the hollows wing like cannons, arching up into the air and turning to decend down upon him. Six artillery shells, as tall as a man and twice as wide decend on him. There was no evasion. There was no dodging this. It was a wide area explosion, just like he had learned before. Running would only take away his time to prepare a defense. Crouchign down Gage takes a mild fighting stance, his left arm raised in a block, green soul communication energy swirling around him as he conjures up the earth around him.
Drawing it upwards around him in a massive bubble he closes the top down making it a fit so clean and closed that an explosion fron the artillery shell with the power from a Vasto lorde would not be enough to break through and hurt Gage. While it was indeed enough to break the shell it was not enough to injure Gage inside, he himself standing up amidst the rubble unscathed. The strength of the shell that he had just pulled up was enough to stop a real artillery barrage with little to no damage. This was indeed the strength of a Vasto Lorde, powerful and impressive.
The smoke settles around him, the soft breeze carrying it away exposing him to the glow of the moon. Making a hook gesture with his finger Gage snags something invisible, pulling it aside from right to left. Over his shoulder nearly twenty five meters up in the air a rift opens, the speed matching his own getsure. Getting wider and wider it opens up horizontally, a massive wall of metal on the other side of the rift. "My turn," the rift grows, wider and taller until it opens up wide enough to expose a Taptiz class German Battle ship with the barrels all rotated to aim at the hollow.
As if directed all at once they detonate with the force of a hydrogen bomb, over sixteen of his own artillery shells flying through the air and shelling the life out of the hollow. It would not kill it but it would immobilize the hollow enough to get closer and get a good look at it. Last time he was engaged with the hollow he had damaged it, enough that it should have died or at least ceased moving but somehow it drove on, as if it felt no pain or fear. It wasn't until he had some time to think about the beast that he finally realized what was happening before him.
The hollow he was fighting was not a hollow, simply a shell that is manipulated by another. Walking up he strides through the smoke, rubble and debris bouncing off the ground around him until everything is settled, the stillness in the air spreading quickly. "Lets carve some goodies off this thing."
End of 'THREAD 1'
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This time however he was here on a much more personal mission. There was a hollow that he really wanted to meet face to face. Well, not exactly wanted. This hollow was one that he has met once before, twice if you count the time that he was in his mothers womb. This hollow was older, at least his age plus its age in the human world. Even so he knew that this hollow was perfect for his newest experiment. Only a hollow of its grade would suffice, a Vasto Lorde, containing enough energy to produce the material for the tests.
Certainly he could use a series of weaker hollows but he need this hollow, this one being a signature one that he would mount on his wall to feed his ego every chance he could. Now it was time, finally time, for him to start writing the last page of this chaper of his life.
Up until now, after finding out that this hollow was still out there, he was having a hard time sleeping. His waking thoughts waved from hunting this thing down to the horrible things he wanted to do to it. Perhaps it was the fact that he was infected with something that he could not quiet name, the hollow mask that Superia some how merged with his heart making him behave out of character. It was not hurting him persay, just some how amplyfying his natural urge to seek more power. It was all he could think of, the entirity of his personality was based on the sole lust for more power. So here he was, hunting the hollow that kicked started his life of fighting and blood lust.
THUUUM...A rumble in the distance tells Gage that it is here. Finally, took long enough. Hiking up the jacket over his back he winces, remembering that he has an injury that will deffinatly be a pain. His wound had healed up, at least as much as it was going to.
The entirity of his right shoulder, mid collarbone, down to his arm was missing. If he had not
been to the doctor to have a skin graft put on he would have his right lung exposed to the world with some ribs. He thought it was hilarious at one point, weighing himself after getting well enough to stand, that he was only a hundred and sixty two pounds. The loss of his arm had gotten him to reach his goal of one seventy or less. Interesting that it took a major physical injury to get him to reach a weight loss goal.
THUUUM...Again, there it was, the sound of an earthquake in the distance, rumbling through the dark of the night. Well, where are you? Gage watches impaciently as the head of the beast crests the seventy five footsand dune in front of him. Its face, bone white and toothed with flat humanoid teeth seem to stare aimlessly into the distance. Of course this beast would be what did this to me. Although the Vasto Lorde Hollow in actuallity had nothing to do with the loss of his arm he still blamed it. If it had not infected his mother he would be a regular man, visiting his family and watching his parents grow old together. He would always have a place on his operating table for this particular hollow.
Massive shoulders crest the sand dune, a humanoid torso with next to no body fat supporting its arms. No, not arms, not limbs. Something else. In the place of its arms were two massive forward facing cannons, the barrels wide enough at the tip to fit a whole man into. Continuing towards him the beast comes to full view, the waist down being what he remembers. The hips connect to what looks like a turret mount, the legs missing and replaced with four spider like legs. Instead of the exoskeleton that they normally have though they are made of tank treds, linked half way down the leg with a second set of treds, appearing like a joint.
That, while unusual, was not the most noticable thing about the beast. It was its size. Its sheer towering mass, casting a shadow from the moon across the landscape. Even though Gage had seen it before he still was in awe at its height. He hated it, hated it to his core. However, just as a hunter hates the wolf, he is still able to see that is a great being. A monster, created from the attrocities that it had performed in its life in the real world, was still what seemed like a perfect being in its own right. Behind its shoulders like massive wings were six cannon barrels, flared out like wings, all angled forward.
"Well big boy, time again we meet. Third time is the charm," Shrugging his jacket off with his one shoulder he stands there, bandages still wrapped around his torso, keeping pressure on his chest so that his lungs can still function. Its face, masked by the white skull, turns and looks down at him and releases a bone shaking roar, no voice able to emulate the skreeching metal on metal sound of its cry. It recognized him, there was no way for it not too. Gage had given it a run for its money the last time that they had met, the hollow only managing to get away with luck as he was caught off guard. The first time tht t6hey made physical contact something unexpected had happened, the beast marking him with a scar that would absorb energy in the the air nearby. However that scars creation was enough to incapacitate him, the hollow taking its chance to escape to the realm of hollows while he was stunned.
It makes the first move, Gage's eyes glossing over as he almost begins to look through the Vasto Lorde. BOOM BOOM BOOM!!! Three sets of rounds are fired from the hollows wing like cannons, arching up into the air and turning to decend down upon him. Six artillery shells, as tall as a man and twice as wide decend on him. There was no evasion. There was no dodging this. It was a wide area explosion, just like he had learned before. Running would only take away his time to prepare a defense. Crouchign down Gage takes a mild fighting stance, his left arm raised in a block, green soul communication energy swirling around him as he conjures up the earth around him.
Drawing it upwards around him in a massive bubble he closes the top down making it a fit so clean and closed that an explosion fron the artillery shell with the power from a Vasto lorde would not be enough to break through and hurt Gage. While it was indeed enough to break the shell it was not enough to injure Gage inside, he himself standing up amidst the rubble unscathed. The strength of the shell that he had just pulled up was enough to stop a real artillery barrage with little to no damage. This was indeed the strength of a Vasto Lorde, powerful and impressive.
The smoke settles around him, the soft breeze carrying it away exposing him to the glow of the moon. Making a hook gesture with his finger Gage snags something invisible, pulling it aside from right to left. Over his shoulder nearly twenty five meters up in the air a rift opens, the speed matching his own getsure. Getting wider and wider it opens up horizontally, a massive wall of metal on the other side of the rift. "My turn," the rift grows, wider and taller until it opens up wide enough to expose a Taptiz class German Battle ship with the barrels all rotated to aim at the hollow.
As if directed all at once they detonate with the force of a hydrogen bomb, over sixteen of his own artillery shells flying through the air and shelling the life out of the hollow. It would not kill it but it would immobilize the hollow enough to get closer and get a good look at it. Last time he was engaged with the hollow he had damaged it, enough that it should have died or at least ceased moving but somehow it drove on, as if it felt no pain or fear. It wasn't until he had some time to think about the beast that he finally realized what was happening before him.
The hollow he was fighting was not a hollow, simply a shell that is manipulated by another. Walking up he strides through the smoke, rubble and debris bouncing off the ground around him until everything is settled, the stillness in the air spreading quickly. "Lets carve some goodies off this thing."
End of 'THREAD 1'
