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Just figured I'd make a thread of interaction, introductions, and fun conversation for those left behind because of the ongoing tournament... and maybe more to come! ;3

The illuminated moon shone brightly against the dark, murky-colored sky; each twinkling star occasionally flickering it's flames of light, giving this ironic and eerie sense of a faltering, or even reemerging sense of hope. All was soundless against the barren, seemingly lifeless 'wasteland' that was Hueco Mundo: it's sand stretched to a limitless amount of distance and time as if each grain counted the span of a miserable, pitiful existence for eternity. Although, probably none saw that 'mile marker'. Right?

Las Noches was naught but a dump, really; piles of rubble scattered about from the previous destruction that occurred some point in that length of time, although it still remained intact, mainly. A few of hollow and arrancar alike could recall the aforementioned series of events. Unfortunately, some from the remainder of witnesses had perished against the obstacles in this realm of hell. Besides the point...

A creature adorned in spikes, an even pricklier tail, and an overall reptilian appearance silently and stealthily scampered against the surface of Hueco Mundo; her slender, lean legs containing muscles standard for the exertion and mobility desired. Arms swayed vigorously with her movements, tail nimbly wavering in unison so that balance was ensured upon the raptor-like adjuchas' figure. Her course of the trek was unknown, even to herself, but she came to a slow, steady halt upon the sight of Las Noches with her chocolate orbs of vision.

"Heh, fuckin' piece of shit is still standing... I wonder..." She muttered to herself, spitting against the rubble whilst doing so.

The home of Arrancar... Arrancar she hadn't seen in what seemed like decades. Arrancar she couldn't give two shits about. Arrancar she loathed, envied, despised and grew jealousy for. Her lips curled upward as she snarled, pearly-whites momentarily glimmering against the moonlight.

Secretly, she wondered if there were other humanoid-hollow out there... Not that she'd like to actually meet any, of course; just that she was concerned with how many others were above her... more evolved than her. Her lust for power was insatiable like her hunger for brethren flesh, after all.

There were others who she deeply missed, although wouldn't openly admit it. Murasaki, or Pipsqueak, as so she was called, Presta yearned to reunite with; for she was her partner and crime, and without her companionship, things didn't have as much 'flavor' to it.

This was a journey of recollection, encounter and perhaps a reunion... Presta had just fallen into the pit of it, as fate would so callously have it!

Speaking of the devil!

Well, if the devil was short, purplish, and completely bonkers.

BUT HER SHE WAS GAIZ ITS SO KOOL GAIZ MURASAKI WAS BACK IN ACTION GAIZ

The little dog, all adhecktive alone, was wandering about as she always did, keeping the shiny palace in sight as she always did, always did, always did.

OH GAIZ THERE WAS A GLINT IN THE SHADOWS GAIZ MURASAKI HAD TO INVESTIGATE GAIZ

The glint from her Carne's teefs caught Murasaki's attention, and like a rocket, she was off, barrelling down the sands as she always did, always fantastically smooth~

LIKE A BABYS BOTTOM GAIZ

Without all the poo, gaiz, that's just gross gaiz.

Yeah, since this post is whack, Murasaki is on a headlong collision course with that gud engrish teacher of hers! YEAH GAIZ

A lone Arrancar stood among one of the towers, his eyes briefly scanning over the debris that was left throughout the area that signified the rise of the Adjuchas. It was embarrassing, really, the Arrancars had let down their guard for a few moments and Las Noches nearly fell, and not to Vasto Lordes which would have been understandable, but to Adjuchas? Now that was humorous. Sven could almost see the carnage take fold as his right foot positioned itself forward towards the edge of the roof, his toes hanging in midair over the ledge, as his eyes strained to see farther through the dunes, a gentle breeze blowing his hakama open as it fluttered behind him as too did his silvery hair. Brushing a strand of hair from out of his face, his eyes slightly made out the faint silhouettes of two creatures making their way through the desert.

Sven's lips curled into a smirk as he failed to see the reason for their boldness. Even though his eyesight was far from perfect, as he gazed upon the two individuals, their traditional characteristics, namely the way they held themselves and their compact size seemed to indicate that they were adjuchas. Were they perhaps here to finish what their kind had started or to perhaps admire their handiwork? Or even more likely, they came to consume more Arrancar to level themselves up. Whichever it was, Sven was now struck with curiosity, as his fingers fluttered around the hilt of his blade joyously, twirling the ribbons on the end.

"Zey juzt don't kno when to give up, now do zey?"

Sven decided to let himself be seen by the Hollows, as his eyes glanced upwards, the sudden flare of silver energy engulfing his body like a flame, the fiery aura seemingly cutting out in the night air, as he attempted to exert his spiritual pressure upon them, though being careful enough to not overwhelm them should they be weaker than he was hoping. The silver energy ceased, as Sven smiled, his Arrancar coat falling loosely around his shoulders, a nonchalant expression remained etched in the unwavered features, the smirk now long gone.

They would have no doubt felt the sudden pressure upon them, and being the creatures they were, it would most likely serve as a lure. Sven, having been a Hollow himself, knew too well the feeling. To find a powerful adversary meant risking your life to devour the individual and in turn claim their fallen enemy's strength as your own. This was natural selection at it's best and Sven applauded the idea. Kill or be killed.... Eat or be eaten.... Adapt or perish......

Reaching into his pocket, Sven pulled a cigarette from it's holding box, a simple reed wrapped around a miraculous substance the humans called tobacco. Bringing the unlit joint to his mouth, he let the cigarette rest within his mouth, as he slowly bit down on the end. Now he wished to see what the Adjuchas would do. It was sure to be a grand performance, that much he was sure of..

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Sven, great opening post just a few small issues that need to be brought to attention. First, you can't flare your reiastu Yes you have the reaistu control skill, however you have no points in it. Because of that you can't actually use said skill and because of that I'm personally going to ignore the whole flaring bit in my own post and ask those whom follow to do the same, no need to edit just keep that in mind in future.

Second, while not major by any means this is the 15th Century, while cigarettes did exist in these times they weren't like what you'd expect them to be. They were simple tubes of either wood or a reed packed tight with the leaves. Again, not a big deal just a quirk.

And finally, make sure to link your profile to your account, via your signature. This'll make it so much easier for staff members to jump right from your threads to give you your rewards.

Any problems at all, please feel free to pm me on my actual mod account, Murcielago.

The wind beneath his wings was cool as per-usual in this dark dessert, for once he would have enjoyed a warm burst of air slip through his golden feathers to rise him even higher in the constant moonlit sky. Depressingly beautiful as always.

As a small breeze caused his golden feathers to flutter, he glanced down again at the spec beneath him. He had followed her for days, weeks, perhaps months. He really had a poor sense of time, more so since it was an never ending night in Hueceo Mundo, the moon never moved, try keeping track of things like that. Regardless, his patience had finally came through as he spotted the 'grand' fortress ahead. A twisted smile crossed his beak, finally she led him to it. Las Noches.

It was a disappointment.

He had expected the peak of his race to live in something, for lack of a better word, grand, yet what he found could only be described as a ruined wreck. Something a dog would lift a leg up at and void it's bladder upon. This is what awaits us all? He thought to himself in dismay as he circled around its frame as Presta neared the debris below.

Lowering himself in slow, lazy circles he detected a smell that he not noticed before. There was at least one other around. He could not tell if it, or they were friend or foe, these Shinigami Derips had told him about or more Hollow, but he did know there was more than there had been a moment ago. Not to be taken unawares, his eyes quickly scanned the tops of the ruins trying to see if he could spot any signs of life other than the land shark below.

At first, his search did not go all that well, it was a big building after all and he was still rather high up. But then, he spotted white against grey stone. Not so easy as yah think, mind'cha. Flaring his nostrils the bird let out a cry and began to descend toward the creature below, still quite unawares at what this might be.

Perhaps his quest to find more of these fabled Arrancar would come to bloom and his stalking Presta all this time was not for nothing. Or, perhaps he would finally see his first Shinigami. Either or, he was a tad bit excited to see what was in store for him.

Something or someone deep in the bowels of Las Noches stirs at the scent or presence of Adjuchas near the mighty fortress of Las Noches. The being of power wakes and walks towards the outer walls of Las Noches. When he's fully revealed by the moonlight his broken mask appears to be a mask-like helmet that only covers the top front half of his face. On the forehead are 2 sets of horns curved upwards. Under the mask rests messy brown hair and strikingly blue eyes. He has a small brown goatee. On his right arm is another piece of his broken mask. It has fangs on it and looks like a arm-band. The Espada tattoo of "3" is tattooed a few centimeters above the arm-band piece of his mask. His clothes are dirty and wrinkled like he was sleeping in them. Erebus Cruz stretches and yawns before walking towards the small gathering of weaklings. He looks about them before saying, "What are you Adjuchas doing within 2 kilometers of Las Noches?"

Urp-grrrble

Tentacles expanded and retracted, moving forward then dragging inward; the grunt-gurgling little mass, more than half-submerged in sand, dragged itself merrily across the sands of Hueco Mundo, it's only other form of travel blocked to it by the fact that sand sank rather than sustained weight.

Gluup braaaaaap

It was hungry, but that was only natural: no Hollow was ever NOT hungry! Not that he knew that, of course; he didn't know anything. Except hunger, of course. And that he wanted whatever it was he could smell that wasn't so far away: he wasn't skilled enough in his ability to sense reiatsu that he was aware of how many 'foods' there were he was crawling toward, or in fact how powerful they were - his only knowledge was that there was a big food that way and he wanted it.

Uuuuuuuplaut glapht

It's gurgles were nearly excited as it continued dragging itself up a dune, digging a long furrow in the sand from where it had come; before long, it would crest enough of the dune to see, nearly half a mile distant, the sight of a ragtag bunch of Hollow approaching quite nearly the greatest rubble in all creation. How exciting this would be, if only he comprehended excitement!

Fallen into the pit of fate… or does fate revolve around her?

Merely caught in recollection, reminiscing, and simultaneous, anger-filled thought, Presta ceased her movement because Las Noches sparked the memories and opinions that often tormented or at least crossed her semi-psychotic mind. Although it appeared as if the female-adjuchas was dazed, the reptilian creature still had the slightest awareness going for her. From the very corner of her oculars, those chocolate orbs averted to an incoming purple blur in the distance; eyes widening ever so slightly when the realization dawned upon her.

Pipsqueak!

Playing her approach off coolly, Presta shrugged, head turned to gaze at the incoming canine-adjuchas. Her eyes recoiled from their shocked stare, squinting to a glare. Despite a natural desire to take the other feminine creature longingly into a tight embrace, she had this bitchy persona to protect! "Pipsqueak!" Presta called out rather loudly and yet sternly, hand momentarily rising upward to gesture a 'stop' or 'lazy-wave'; digits pointing upward to the starry sky, as her palm faced outward toward the advancing Murasaki. Hopefully, the doggy wouldn't attempt to tackle her… or crash into her! "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

All seemed relaxing under the twilight of the moon, except this intuitive feeling suddenly clenching painfully the adjuchas' stomach. It wasn't hunger, no, per se; but a sign of another's presence nearby. The raptor-looking hollow had not a clue as to who surrounded the nearest vicinity, what exactly that being was, or where the location of this being lied in wait, but Presta's wariness grew. Her eyes frantically searched for any moving clues, or colors that didn't blend to the proverbial background, safety threatened, as well as the tiny adjuchas' health as Pipsqueak came into view. Then, one by one, she realized those who were around her.

The first was Veza; due to her natural tendency to look upward toward the sky. She had a slight hunch both she and he would see each other frequently since their first introduction, so she wasn't surprised to notice his moving, flying figure up in the air. That, and it was sole instinct to glance above, considering an aerial attack was common for those who simply had the ability. Second, besides Murasaki, was the silvery-white speck in which Veza had been drawn to. Her chocolate orbs trailed his moving frame, more or less to see if he would approach both Presta and Murasaki, but seeing he had flew past and continued – which he let out a cry, also – Presta's eyesight caught the slight difference in color hanging against the tower's ledge. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to pry or poke at her, so she stiffly shrugged and brought her scanning, alerted glance to a three-hundred-and-sixty degree survey around the desert; causing her lithe, spiky frame to pivot and rotate. Hell, maybe Veza was just searching for a place to nap, and Presta was seeing things. Then, along came another one of those damned, shit-headed Arrancar.

Unfortunately, despite recent events in the forest of menos, it's perpetually dark abyss prevented her from seeing the identity of her attacker during that previous quarrel and occasion. So, this male-humanoid was seemingly new to her; but she made it priority to mentally note his appearance, and ranking found against the round knob of his shoulder. Tercero. Standing to face the immediate threat, she spoke coldly and in a moderate volume so he could hear, tip of her tongue rattling with a hiss, "Passing by, of course. Why should the likes of you be meddling on two adjuchas' affairs, huh? Go scratch in your broken palace, because I don't have time to deal with you." She gritted her teeth, fingers clenching slightly as she began to tremble. No, it was not a quiver or shiver of fear; but rather psycho-motor agitation… aggravation, irritation, anger.

Priming for perhaps confrontation, Tangellow was out of her awareness and it's reach. She had only hoped an Arrancar would leave her and her partner in crime… as they weren’t worth his time, right?

Oh, the thought made her irrational, enraged!

OH IT WAS SO FUN GAIZ

RUNNIN DOWN THE HILL GAIZ

NOT THE TRIPPIN AND FLATTIN THE NOSIE GAIZ

Nor the tumbling ass over ears, the mouthfuls of sand, and the ensuing sputtering out of control and damn near crashing into the bestest buddy an adjucha like Murasaki could have ever and always wanted EVER.

BUT SHE STOPPED GAIZ THERE WAS NO CRASH GAIZ ONLY TRIPZ GAIZ

The trip in question had occurred immediately following Murasaki's greeting bark toward Presta upon the alpha's halting gesture and greeting. For a creature of the delicious desert (boy, how awesome would it be to fly through a dessert, gaiz?!),

[Couldn't resist mal >,,>]

Murasaki sure had all the grace of a six-legged lamb on hunting day. And she hated sand so so much! The ebil gravity (not that she knew what it was) had it out for her! But it was so fun to run gaiz o__o

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Right. Narration. *facelick*



Anyway, once Murasaki pulled herself to her feet and shook that nastiness off, she answered Presta's question with gusto, proudly using all the Engrish she knew! "Aye wuz adhecktive! Aye wuz razin da adhecktive sha-sha- wut dem dark thingies under dem bellies?" Poor Murasaki, couldn't remember the words for racing shadows. D:

Before Presta could answer, however, Murasaki let loose a mournful, frightened howl at the sudden approach of three unfamiliar (like she would remember Veza, hah!) reiatsu scents and/or pressures. She was scared, so scared!

But wait! She could be brave! She'd been brave before! This was no different! She could do this, gaiz!

Murasaki ruffled her feath-fur, her fur, and squared her haunches, sidling on up to Presta with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. She had no idea, quite literally, where any of the imposing hollow were, but that didn't stop her from growling at every goddamn pebble there ever was! Yeah!

So when that arrancar approached, she was ready, boy was she ever ready. She grrrd at him, oh, did she ever grrrr at him. And then when Presta spoke, Murasaki echoed, "Yuh...fugly!" or, "Adhecktive, yuh!"

ANYTHING TO BE BRAVE GAIZ.

Where was one to go when they sought solitude? Such a strange but meaningful inquiry for Shikaze as he slowly made his way over the numerous sand dunes. He had but one purpose in his journey, and that was to seek the answers he so richly desired. Of power, purpose, and most importantly, evolution! But where could he obtain such answers?

Sadly, that required him to interact with other demons, Hollows-no, former humans. Yes, Shikaze recalled the information Ulquioza gave him and he felt the urge to frown in thought. If what had been said was true, then who was he? Who was the strange woman he recalled and why did she haunt him in his nightmares?

"Stupid questions, why do they plague me?" He questioned himself aloud, grumbling and growling in annoyance.

A slight breeze had begun to pick up along the altitude Sven was perched upon, his eyes wavering across the dunes below him. His silvery hair flowed elegantly with the breeze as he stood, content in watching the beings gathering below, his tongue rolling the tobacco reed around within his mouth, as he his fingers pulled the cigarette from his mouth, listening intently to the noises that had recently picked up around him, carried on the wind. The slight din of a symphony of sound was caught upon Sven's ears.

The noises were odd and varied greatly in direction. A gurgling noise that sounded as though something had breathing difficulties, coughing up mucus as it slid around. His eyes trailed to the creature awkwardly pulling it's grotesque form across the sand in the distance, making no effort to hide the disgusting sounds it was creating. Another noise caught Sven's attention as he caught the word "Pipsqueak" reverberated through his ear drums. His eyes darted back towards the Adjucha he had previously caught sight of, before the sound of rushing wind redirected his attention to above him as the deafening shriek nearly made him jump. His body flew backwards as he calculated the distance between him and the descending bird of prey via way of the creature's screeching vocals, his fingers immediately fastening themselves across the hilt of his blade as his head shot upwards, the cigarette falling from his hand as he prepared himself for a counter measure to what seemed like a sneak assault.

His eyes located what had previously made the sound, his eyes remaining fixated on the elaborate gryphon, a small smirk forming across the handsome features of his face, as he stared amusingly at the magnificent golden Adjucha. He had to admit he rather admired the hues of the Hollow, in addition to the noble war cry. His fingers still of the hilt of his sword relaxed as he gazed warmly at the creature, his silver irises measuring up the Adjucha as his hair fluttered slightly over his face. His eyes wavered upwards as he looked the large bird in the eyes.

"Vell, hello, Adjucha, Iz there somethin I can get for zou?"

Descending, turning, spinning and staring Veza continued to slice through the sky, his eyes locked upon the Arrancar whom he spotted before. As he neared the Hollow noticed the lighted item dropping away from his hand before it reached for something else, a weapon perhaps? He twisted the angle of his descent to make more of an opening between them so he would not drive himself into a zanpakuto, yes that's what Derips had called it.

With a thump, he landed in a small display of dust not four feet sigh of the odd speaking unmasked creature. His wings spread wide for a moment as his body remained low, almost appearing to be preparing to pounce, but only for a second or two before his body relaxed, came upright, his wings curling up and resting at his sides. The Hollow's red eyes flickered over the Arrancar's frame, his head bobbing from left to right as he did so. Could he do something for me? He thought upon it for a moment as he continued to take in the sight of this one, he looked so very different from Derips. Somehow he found that unusual even though as of yet every Hollow he'd ever met, Gillian aside looked different to him in some shape or form.

"Yes," he began his voice cracking slightly as he spoke, a sudden nervousness seeping out from beneath his golden feathers. "You could tell me if I have arrived at the Arrancar stronghold, Las Noches."

"Those are big words coming from a inferior creature as yourself," Erebus says to the reptilian Adjuchas. He cracks his knuckles loudly and slowly. The cracking of bones could be heard for miles around. Erebus looks like he doesn't care about that. He pumps reiatsu into his peds. The sand around his peds is pushed away from them making a very tiny loud of dust rise up around them. He jumps slightly before the sonic boom sound of sonido occurs. He completely vanishes from view. He travels 15 meters in a single sonido. Sonic booms are heard consistently while he continues to sonido.

He eventually reaches the target of his multiple sonidos, the reptilian Adjuchas. He examines her every detail while walking around her. He judged the Adjuchas was female by her natural grace and the natural curves of her body. He stops at her head before looking down into her eyes. He says, "you are a very beautiful creature. I would hate to have to kill you before you even have the chance to evolve into an Arrancar."

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Lemme start by saying this is not an admonishment, nor a warning: this is instruction, basically a school-room lecture, on what has been done incorrectly and why. What I am about to include are brief appellations to reason, as well as a call to more carefully examine one's own abilities as well as the abilities as described in the faction help areas.

To begin, sir, please feel free to crack your knuckles; you will notice people do not come rushing down the street to your aide, thinking something is wrong. This is because that particular sound does not carry enough... amplitude? I think amplitude is the word I want. Does not carry enough amplitude to travel 'for miles around'. The sound, in fact, may travel all of one meter before beginning to dull considerably. This is more myself asking you to more carefully consider what you are doing before you say it, so as to give a little more credence to the post.

Moving to our second issue, please navigate in a new tab or window to the Help Desk on the front page; within this sub board, locate the Faction and Roster Information, and then the Hollow/Arrancar information thread within. I think about three posts in is the description of Arrancar and Hollow skills: seek the Footwork skill, and as you read it's descriptions, you will find that 'successive Sonido' is found beneath Skill level 2. Unless I have made a terrible, terrible error in grading your profile, sir, you have not had the opportunity to obtain a single skill level; what this means, is that your character is limited to a single consecutive 'step' of Sonido at a time.

Finally, there is an issue of nomenclature to be addressed: when one uses Sonido, there is no sonic boom to be heard, because that would make the ability astoundingly devastating to use. Instead, what is heard is a static buzzing sound, just as Shunpo is signified with the sound of a butterfly's flapping wings.

I re-iterate, this is not a warning, a threat or anything of the sort: this is you being informed that more careful reading is in order for the future, sir, else-wise the possibility exists that your actions, made in ignorance and not in malice, will land you in hot water with a person whom otherwise could have been a friend.

Tentacles a-wiggle and a-waggle, Tangellow burbled joyously to himself as he began inching his way down the far side of the dune, a nearly invisible white speck in the distance from Las Noches; so much food! So many meals simply wandering about! And all of them barely even as tall as Tangellow's tentacles were wide, according to his shoddy concepts of depth and distance! Ooh, what easy meals had Hueco Mundo conjured for him today~!

Slrrrrp ptap

The Hollow was practically lost in thought as it slid down the sand, apparently unaware of the fact that, with every inch it moved forward, it sank a quarter inch lower into the loose sands; before long, Tangellow would be nothing more than a few sparse inches of mask protruding only slightly from the sand, the furrow rising and falling as he oh-so-slowly slunk his way toward big empty rocks!

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Sorry for the wait and really late reply. School caught me in a pickle. x.x;

Murasaki by her side, Presta grew defensive for both of the hollow's sakes. To die now, after all this time of survival, would truly be tragic and a pity! It was imperative and crucial the two made it out in one piece. The other creatures surrounding their proverbial vicinity became but a blur as Presta's eyes, and attention focused to their immediate threat. Shikaze, Tangellow, Veza, and Sven were unfortunately pushed back into the edges of her sadistic, yet calculative mind. While her direct concentration pinned on the arrancar in front of her, she was still alert, and on guard for any impending, incoming threats; though for the time being, and the close, uncomfortable proximity 'encouraged' the female reptilian-adjuchas to take a few steps back. Her eyes and head, respectively, followed his frame as he encircled she and Pipsqueak, tail strangely erect and unmoving, as if ready to strike, should he try something foolish.

Then, he returned to her front, and made a comment she hadn't quite heard before. "... What the fuck!?" She exclaimed, surprised and alarmed, yet furious. Why in the world was he making a claim like that! Who in the hell would even call an adjuchas attractive, anyway?! Was he off his fuckin' rocker?

Pitted in an undesirable confrontation, Presta's right arm defensively rose, perpendicular to her upright frame, but on level with her neck; thankfully, because she stepped back slightly, she had more space from the weirdo. She just didn't know how to respond to that... and looked down below for any response from her partner in crime...

Wow, just wow.

The little dog hollow didn't know what all was going on, but she sure knew someone, nay, two someones, who definitely would! "Pwesta! Gotta' fynd Dahrups-sama and Laykos! Dems knos da answers!"

Plagued with questions, Shikaze forced them down within his mind, focusing his attention as he registered movement ahead of him. Rapid movement, he assumed, as he couldn't see the source and wondered if it was another demon or worse, one of the Arrancar. Though there wasn't much reason for him to give a damn if it was, there wasn't much of a reason to think about fearing them. He hadn't provoked anyone, at least, not recently and therefore there was no point in him being a target.

He squinted his eyes, walking forward still and noticed a couple of forms. He was still a good distance away, namely because he was a slow as hell Hollow, but mostly because he was in no rush. Until he could make out the forms, then he would actually put on some speed but not right now. The only reason he would be in a rush was if he was being attacked, or better yet, there was an Arrancar who could provide him with answers.

"Must be cautious." He muttered, slowly approaching the group (namely, the one that consisted of Presta and Murasaki). The Hollow's eyes would flicker from one demon to the next, trying to see if any if at all, were Arrancar.

Sven had to admit, he was somewhat amused by the elaborate bird of prey that had now perched itself onto the tower. As his eyes followed Veza, he noted the offensive stance of the hollow but made no effort to draw the blade his right hand was on. Whether it was sheer cockiness or some ulterior motive, Sven seemed to move very little, his face stretched into an unusually relaxed and melancholic gaze, a smirk growing across his thin lips as he watch the Adjucha regain its regal composure. At closer glance, there were a few other factors Sven noted: the bird while despite its divine appearance and rather impressive wingspan, was over a foot shorter than himself. Sven also noted the patches of gold that shown through the creature's plumage. They were minor observations, to be sure, but knowing such details could prove essential to Sven should his hand be forced. It was then the Adjucha spoke to him, causing him to retaliate with a shrug of the shoulders, as the loosely cut shoulders of his hakama fell to his elbows, his back turning towards Veza.

Sven's eyes gazed outward towards the moonlit tundra of sand, his eyes catching the faint image of his fellow Arrancar who had taken an obvious interest in the Adjuchas down below. His gaze then drifted towards the rubble of the destroyed Las Noches before his head tilted towards Veza once more, his silver eyes clearly emanating from the mess of platinum hair that covered his face, a grin etched into his still tranquil features. His left hand gave a simple wave as he motioned towards the ruins below.
"I'd zay you've found zay Laz Nozhes you were looking foor."
As his head turned back towards the site of the fallen fortress, a light chuckle escaped his mouth, as it was quickly stifled, to make way for the continuation of the foreign accented voice of his.

"But iz tiz not strange? Tis muzt be ironi dat da great Arrancar lozt to dere own selfizh nature to only to be taken advantage of by zey Adjuchaz. Dey ar quite azhamed. De zenario would have ben diffrent if dey perhapz ben dun in by zey Vazto Lordez. But tiz showz Arrancar ar ztill juzt Hollowz."

His head bobbed from left to right as he continued to watch this strange sounding Arrancar look about and speak. According to him, this indeed was Las Noches, were his beak able to do so he would have frowned in disappointment. What a dump.. For the last few months he had searched and searched the vast waste land for a grand structure in where the mightiest of the mighty dwelled and ruled. But what he found was anything but grand, nay it was closer to a large clump or rocks and a few standing towers here and there.

Perhaps it looks nicer inside? Or maybe there's something below the sands? He gave a mental shrug and listened to the Arrancar's explanation as to what befell this 'castle'. He had to admit, he was... Surprised to learn the truth.

"Adjucha did this?" For the first time since he perched did he allow his eyes to move, taking in the scenery again. Not so mighty after all, are you? And then he spoke, his voice full disgust. "It's a pity, that we, the more evolved, would resort to killing one another when others are trying to kill us for being what we are.

"Perhaps we deserve death at the hand of these Shinigami. At least then we wouldn't be killed by our own kin."

His right hand is rubbing the hilt of his tanto, singling the fact of these Adjuchas are wearing on his nerves. Erebus looks about the two Adjuchas infront of him while noting the one to his right side. He suddenly jumps backwards. While he's in mid air he focuses reiatsu into his feet. As soon as he lands, Erebus vanishes. He was 5 meters away from the 2 Adjuchas infront of him. Two sonic sounds are heard in succession to each other.

Erebus has appeared 15 meters from where he was. He is now even farther from the 2 Adjuchas. Erebus pulls he tanto from the sheath halfway. "Volar Peguso," Erebus says before he starts to glow white. While he's transforming wings start to form on his back. When the light fades away, Erebus appears to have a shiny silver armor on. Most of his face can now be seen because his mask reformed into a shiny head-band around his forehead.

Erebus starts to flap his mighty wings causing a updrift of sand around his body. The cloud of sand drifts towards the Adjuchas. Erebus shoots into the sky probably a blur to the slow weak Adjuchas'. "Behold, my power and tremble," Erebus yells down at the Adjuchas'. What the Adjuchas don't know is that if they were to try and attack Erebus with any energy attack that's weaker then his Reiatsu it'll deflect or reflect away from him.

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Now it is a warning. You cannot shunpo in succession at your current skill level. If it happens again, there will be repercussions.

Dec 21, 2011 22:29:38 GMT -8 @hanataro said:

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Now it is a warning. You cannot shunpo in succession at your current skill level. If it happens again, there will be repercussions.

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He was 5 meters away from the 2 Adjuchas infront of him. Two sonic sounds are heard in succession to each other.

I only count one Sonido in my entire post. Those sonic sounds would be from a single sonido.

The mask hidden 'neath the sand halted it's forward momentum as the Arrancar took to the sky; yes, Tangellow was by and large a complete fool of a Hollow, but that did not mean he was stupid to the point of self-extinction. Though he didn't comprehend the change the potential meal had undergone on any rational level, Tangellow understood instinctually that the potential meal had now become too hard to eat. And so, nearly one hundred meters away from the growing congregation of almost foods, Tangellow halted utterly, curling his little tentacles around himself under the dirt as he sniffed at the air through his solid mask, waiting to smell the scent of easy eats.

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This thread has been turned into a mini-event by multiple requests!

The day was ripe for plotting, planning, and not procrastinating! Creatures of the abyss known as the Forest of Menos to the common dwellers of the desert covered realm had finally put their dastardly scheme into action! All around Presta and Murasaki, the sand erupted like waterfalls defying gravity. The cause? Five hollow; three adjuchas and two vasto lorde. The first of the three adjuchas was a quadruped, its four legs ended in metallic hooves that supported the weight of its compact, muscular, bovine form. Its mask was tipped with brutal looking horns, signifying in human logic, that the creature was a male bull. Its flesh was white but mottled with black spots. It also had a thick tail which twisted away from its body and ended it a clawed hand which continually flexed in and out of a curled fist. Next to him, though several feet separated the two in the ring around Presta and Murasaki, was a similarly shaped adjuchas, though bigger and its flesh was covered in a shaggy hide of deep brown. It too had horns but they were much smaller and curved. Wings adorned its back; they were large in proportion to its body. The third adjuchas had a certain reptillian quality to it, much like Presta though it stood at least eight feet high and had a head shaped much like that of the other two adjuchas. Shiny black scales covered the beast like plated armor and a thick tail swished through the sand. A large ring protruded from the nose piece of its mask above its large heavy jawed maw which dropped open to produce a rubble shaking roar.

The two vasto lorde were smaller than their companions; sized much like the arrancar present though their faces were fully masked. One was a female, delicate in form, but with razor sharp feathers protruding from her legs starting at her knees and from her arms starting at her elbows. Her mask was avian and curved out into a cruel beak that was serrated along the edges. Vibrant gold eyes peered through the sand veil from deep set sockets. The other vasto lorde was male and quite the opposite of the female. In fact, his body seemed to have the consistency of sand; amorphous aside from his mask which was simple shaped to that of a human skull. In between dry oozing, his body took on the humanoid structure that resembled that of the arrancar and it was he that spoke.

"Behold, denizens of Hueco Mundo! A new gourmet order is upon you! Queue before the Quinquennium for we have brought snacks!" Sure enough, attached to the three cattle typed creatures were open packs brimming with food modeled after that of the human realm, now visible with the sand settling around the initial area of breakthrough.

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Let me know if there's something wrong with this post; sort of speed typed and what not.

While Murasaki didn't have any real sort of reaction in response to Presta being verbally 'hit-on', she did provide a good contact or two. Well, one... she didn't know who the fuck this Leiko was, but a friend of Pipsqueak's was ultimately a comrade of hers. It led to the conclusion, however, that Murasaki was up and about engaging in other adventures, and meeting new people -- or, at least she had met a few among her daily travels just on rare occasion -- though regardless, Presta was relieved the canine-esque adjuchas came out appearing to be unharmed. Meeting Leiko would come at another time, although she posed the question, "Where the hell is Derips, anyway, Pipsqueak...? He's missing his new fellow fuck around!" She snorted, stance still defensive.

Along came another creature, albeit sluggishly, she might add. It was a blur to her in the semi-near distance, but those chocolate oculars quickly returned to the male Arrancar in the close proximity. As he jumped back, she had even jumped -- although startled -- growling at the thought of him getting 'under her skin', so to say. He pulled off a sonido, and thankfully he furthered the distance between he and the partners in crime; though even still, the wary adjuchas still maintained a slight watch over the 'higher-being'.

So, when he summoned his tanto and removed it from it's 'humble abode', Presta's eyes seemingly widened as she knew what truly resided within that 'psuedo-zanpakuto': the true power of an Arrancar concealed within a trinket of sorts. Presta loathed... envied the power the Arrancar had, however, their powers packed into a blade and not themselves could probably pose problems. One prime example being if the Arrancar was retarded and lost their 'trinket'. Eh, so this topic was debatable with many pros and cons, despite Presta still yearning for the highest power and evolutionary stage possible.

While she hadn't thought right away that Erebus would release his powers, she was quite 'shocked' [or annoyed] he had actually wasted time and effort on the two adjuchas. If he was smarter, he should be taking his lazy, draconic ass on over to the human realm, instead of on his lesser comrades.

The bright light stunned the adjuchas at first, but thankfully her one arm was still elevated, so that blocking her visage was easier and quicker than if that limb rested by her side. She grimaced and closed her eyes momentarily, until she could feel the light dispersing from the inside of her eyelids [you know, when you get that really weird sight of like orange-yellow when your eyes are closed in the sunlight]. Reluctantly, she peered them open, pupils shifting to adjust to the dim-lit surroundings yet again. Presta caught a glimpse of the 'changed' humanoid; his metallic-shiny coat of armor, and wings being the prominently noticeable physical traits added with his transformation.

"Yeah, sorry, but I don't have the time or patience to fuckin' tremble. Unless you mean tremble with excitement, then hell to the yeah." She snorted to herself and Murasaki. Though, she still resumed shielding her face until the veil of sand subsided.

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As if things weren't heating up already, the sudden and alarming quakes from the 'earth', followed by the ascension of sand like waterfalls working against gravity made Presta think otherwise. "What the hell is going on, now?!" She mused, reflexively groaning out loud. The reptilian adjuchas merely awaited for the actions to die down and for the creators of these waterfalls to reveal themselves.

Five creatures in total; two that looked fairly close to a humanoid, while still retaining hollow-like properties made Presta deduct that the two were of Vasto Lorde, while the three bovine and 'farm-animal' [well, the one reminded her of a snake/lizard, like herself, but they all had similar properties, as well as mixed parts of animals] looking creatures she could assume that they were adjuchas. Clearly thinking about it, Vasto Lorde were capable of commanding the lesser hollow; at least the obedient ones.

The one Vasto Lorde reminded her of Veza and Erebus, while the other possessed a sand-like tendency to shift in structure, rather than be a compacted solid. Perhaps he was the source to of creation for these waterfalls?

Glancing around at the creatures, she listened intensely to the creatures words, asking aloud. "Now, why in the hell would we eat this?!"

It all seemed too convenient and suspicious... and Presta didn't like it one bit.

He'd wondered if the other hollows had noticed him. As he peered out from the shadow of a dune, he could tell the hollows were forming some sort of alliance. That much was clear from the fact that they had decidedly avoided eating each other. Even as the golden-sunbird had dropped out of the sky, they'd seemed perfectly at ease. He sneered a bit, his quills twitching. Raptor-butt was down there, as well as a few others he did not recognize. What made the whole situation worse was the presence of a pair of a pair of humanoid hollows that Vicious had come to recognize as arrancars. Indeed, there was only one hollow down there he would have considered attempting to eat, and it looked singularly unappetizing. He was almost about to leave, when the sands began to shift and something strange occurred.

A quintet of hollows consisting of two vasto lordes and three adjuchas appeared, bearing what appeared to be food, of all things! At the sight of such bounty, Vicious licked his lips hungrily. His stomach was growling again. Perhaps he could sneak down and steal some? He would give it a shot.

Sticking to the shadows of the dunes, he crept forward on silent paws, and edged closer and closer to the group. He skirted around them in an attempt to remain unseen, but alas, it was all for naught! A cloud that had been obscuring the moon shifted, and he was exposed by a bright pool of silvery light. Directly to Presta's left, Vicious froze. A brief prayer of "shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit" buzzed through his mind as his fur bristled. Maybe, just maybe, he could run away before someone decided he looked tastier than the food laid out before them.

It is a rather rare sight to see one of the Gifted outside of their home in Las Selvas. In truth, very few ever leave the forest after their transformation, but Airegalo cannot simply waste away inside the forest with the rest of them. He has a duty to perform, to spread the Gift to all of the Masked Ones. Sadly, more often than not, he finds himself wandering about through the empty deserts of Hueco Mundo. Today, however, was different. Today, a massive amount of reiatsu spiked in the middle of the empty desert. Traveling towards it, considering himself lucky he was in "the area" anyway, he finally came across what happened. At the very least, it was quite the scene.

A single Broken Mask released his power to fight against two Low Masks. Either they are amazingly strong, or he is incredibly weak. It is not his place to judge either way. Further away from him, there is another Broken Mask on Low Mask scene on top of one of the towers of Las Noches, although that one appears to be the two simply talking. Only time would tell if it would stay that way, though. Besides them, there are also three younglings wandering around independently, seemingly ignoring the rest of the goings-on. If anything, they may be more of a danger to themselves than the others in the area. Finally, the little troupe that arrived only shortly before he did. A brief scan of them tells him little, even compared to what he learned from the others. Two High Masks, three Low Masks, and a creature he is unable to recognize.

Rather than move in uninformed, Airegalo votes to simply stand back a bit and see how events unfold a bit. While he is not moving close to them, though, the Masked Ones not focusing on, say, a battle to the death, would clearly feel his reiatsu in their direction, perhaps betraying his desire to stay hidden. It really did not matter either way.

By the end of this day, the Gifted will be known all across Hueco Mundo, from the heights of Las Noches to the darkness of the Forest of Menos.

"Dyes, um. In a tur...turtlement! YUS! Da turtlement!" Murasaki stated, clearly proud of herself for, in all actuality, getting the word pretty darn close; she had meant the tournament, after all, and regardless if Presta had known about it, Murasaki smiled her doggie smile and sat down, uncaring about the Arrancar or his sudden appearance.

Until Presta jumped, which prompted Murasaki to sail into the air, the quills in her thick fur bristling and coming out for playtime. Her upper lips curled back in a snarl, wicked canines elongating before the arrancar's very eyes (were he to look). The growl, rumbling deeper and louder with each passing heartbeat, emanated from the tiny body as it sunk low to the ground, muscles coiling and stretching in preparation for an assault.

DUNA WAI ANGURY GAIZ BUT MURASAKI WUZ ANGURY GAIZ ormaybescarrehedgaiz

Then the sand from whatever that maskless did, oh gods how she hated the sand it was horrible halp halp oh gods in the teefs oh craps gaiz dis was gonna be bads gaiz and den it shifted and weird stuff was going on and the sand and the smells and ––

"OHMAADHECKTIVEFUKKINADHECKTIVE!" Murasaki squealled, curling up into the smallest ball she could have managed. She rolled, literally, under Presta, where she shrunk even further, and positively quivered in antici--



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pation. Or fright. Probably that. Too much to handle in such a teeny, tiny mind, gaiz.

By now, the lumbering gargoyle that called himself Shikaze was now drawing nearer to the two Hollows that he could actually recognize; Presta and Murasaki. Though who the hell the Arrancar was with them (for surely a human with a mask of bone could be no other thing) was beyond him, and instinctively he began to growl lowly in preparation for a confrontation. If there was a fight to be had, he would only enter if there was a point and right now, there was no reason to get involved.

At least, that was his hope, when suddenly the sand erupted and his eyes widened. Immediately Shikaze braced himself, drawing reiryoku into his right palm in preparation for a sudden ambush! He knew it would be difficult to damage anything that was higher on the evolutionary scale, but he would be damned if he died because he could not survive. Thankfully though, it seemed it was not an ambush per say, but, a strange arrival of five Hollows who clearly were more than himself. But what? And that smell...

"Human food!" He blurted out, immediately making his way towards the gathering. For once, he was actually happy to find food that his mind was familiar with and that was not the flesh of Hollows. Unlike most, he actually reveled in the idea of eating normal food that most humans would partake of.

But wait, there was something odd about this. He stopped short of breaking out into a full run as he finally reached speaking distance. Why was there human food in this strange realm? Better yet, how was it obtained?"Snacks...? Who is giving out these, snacks?" He asked, hoping to get an identity or a name from the strange Hollows. And more importantly, see if he could actually obtain some of the food that would be better for him (in his mind, mind you) then the flesh of another Hollow.

Sven's eyes narrowed as his silver irises briefly met Veza's, his silver hair flowing elegantly in the breeze, as his fingers brushed the loose strands back behind his ear. He found himself agreeing with the Adjucha. It was a shame that Hollows constantly strove against each other. To devour another to gain strength was one thing, but war amongst each other was pointless in his opinion. His lips parted slightly as he spoke, his voice becoming rather cold and emotionless, yet clearly contained his anger.

"Deez Shinigami, I vill not axcept death by dere hands. I'd zooner be devoured by that which I had evolved frum den becum prey to doze satsujin reaperz."

Sven couldn't explain his rage, but Shinigami had never been his allies, they sought to destroy him, even moreso now that ever before. A faint memory of men in black plagued his mind, though the images were vague, but he associated the foul visage with that of the Shinigami, with whom he attributed this deep hatred.

Sven's train of thought was interrupted by an unusual reiatsu presence and the sound of several voices piping up down below. Removing his gaze from Veza, Sven's eyes wavered down to the source of the noise, his eyes squinting to see the faint silhouettes of three large hollows and two smaller frames moving closer to the Adjuchas that were already there. From his point of view, the two smaller frames seemed to be those of Vasto Lordes.......something he had not seen since he had been pursued by one as an Adjuchas. That was peculiar that one would show up here of all places.

"Dat'z strange, zeemz as dough dere'z a crowd growing down dere. En too Vasto Lorde at dat."

Casting a brief smile Veza's way, Sven's frame teetered over the edge of the tower, as his toes hung over the ledge, readying himself for a quick solution downwards.

"I derezay itz worth check'n out. Care to join me Adjucha?"

His tail flicked back and forth as the Espada spoke, it was more than evident that this one had more than his fair share of run ins with the Shinigami, something he couldn't say for himself. Was it odd that one of his evolution had never ventured back to the mortal plane? He couldn't be sure, and all in all frankly didn't care. He knew he himself was guilty of the foolish behavior he spoke of, and it seemed this Espada tended to agree with his point of view, to an extent.

His attention was snatched away by the disturbance below, the swirling sands gaining the foremost of his attention. That's not naturally occurring.. But he too did notice the humanoid figures, even from this distance.

"Vasto Lorde, here? Unusual to say the least." His gaze shifted back to his 'companion' and he gave his best bird smile that he could manage and gave a bobbing nod as his response as his wings spread wide. "They call me Veza, as may you." And then he slipped from the tower and began to soar upon the currents of the air.