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Post by thesoulless on Dec 31, 2011 11:42:21 GMT -8
Ignoring the arrival of the Ninfas, Erebus focuses his attention on the two Adjuchas. Erebus keeps at his current level with a steady beat of his wings. He floats upwards and downwards while he keeps around 45 meters in the air. The air currents make him sway slightly while he stays in the air.
Erebus starts to focus his energies and the energies of the atmosphere into his mouth the energy gathered makes his cheeks glow white slightly. The glow is dull enough so the glow couldn't be noticed by most of the people on the ground. Erebus continues to gather the energies into his mouth. When he's done charging the Cero, yes the death beam of the hollows.
Erebus starts to grin evilly while he slowly opens his mouth. When his mouth is fully open The pure white Cero suddenly fires out of his mouth at the ground towards the ground. The Cero has been aimed exactly at Presta's lower back. By increasing the beat of his wings Erebus avoids being blown backwards by the cero he has fired.
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Post by tangellow on Dec 31, 2011 12:53:53 GMT -8
Quivering in mourning in the dirt, for Tangellow could not feasibly know what to do for a meal, the little Hollow shook as too hard to eat built up it's hurt-ray, though he was far from the designated target area. This, of course, rapidly lost focus of importance in Tangellow's mind, as the ground in between he and the amassed group of Hollow quickly gave way, making room for five new almost foods. And even that was quickly thrown from his mind, not because he was simple, but because what happened next was in pure Hollow nature.
The Vasto Lorde spoke.
It's exact words were a mystery to Tangellow, of course; it was far too simple to understand what a queue, gourmet or Quinquennium were, though the word 'snacks' rang something of a bell, but the words themselves were not nearly so important as the meaning.
A Vasto Lorde had spoke, and with zero compulsion, the Hollow would obey. His limbs composed of sand, Tangellow tore through the earth with more rapidity than he'd ever thought possible, reaching the nearest open pack with gaping-mawed mask as he lunged through the air, tentacles resuming their solid shape and lashing in free-fall as the little Hollow came down upon the food, tearing into it post-haste, swallowing everything his greedy maw could grab.
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Post by shinji on Jan 3, 2012 12:10:35 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Erebus, seeing what he was doing was unnecessary for the feathered vasto lorde down below who could sense the building of reiatsu for the cero as well as Erebus' exact location. She in fact knew of each creature in the vicinity as none were yet capable of hiding themselves from her quite yet. So when Erebus' cero started to leave his mouth, he would find it intersected by a cero of the vasto lorde's making before it could reach Presta. The explosion caused by the two colliding energies sent out a forcible shockwave nonetheless and more sand went flying into the air as a result. Those below after the air had cleared would be able to hear the vasto lorde tut irritably as wings broke free from her back with feathers that matched the bladed ones along her arms and forearms.
Despite this occurrence, the other vasto lorde, and even the cattle adjuchas, seemed to ignore his presence altogether. Nor did the three lesser ranked hollow react as Tangellow through himself into the food. The vasto lorde however, smiled, or at they very least, the maw of his masked cracked open. One had listened in full. Two were almost at the food and compelled to eat. Then the other two... resistant they were. "Know us as friend, young hollow! Eat to your lack of heart's content, dear hollow brethren! Feast and become strong. Strong so that you will not have to bow tyrants before such as these!" His arm swept out in Erebus' general direction.
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Post by airegalo on Jan 3, 2012 22:49:32 GMT -8
Ignoring the Low Mask soaring off his perch, Airegalo simply walks towards the two High masks offering out what they claim to be food of some kind.
Step by step.
Foot by foot.
As soon as he gets within saltar range, he quickly teleports right next to them, sneaking right past the High Mask with wings not completely unlike his own. Looking into the bags draped across the Low Mask, but making sure not to touch them, he tries to identify them. A feeling of nostalgia passes over him, yet he knows that no such objects exist in this realm of endless sand. Bending up, he looks the winged High Mask right in the eye, identifying her as their leader. "I have yet to see such things in this place, and yet you five say you bring them as gifts? Tell me, High Mask, what are these things, and what is your purpose in bringing these to us?"
He may want to save the Masked Ones, but Airegalo is no fool. They will use every trick they can to devour anything they can, from brute force, to simple trickery. He would have to stay alert, as they all could decide to simply turn on him. As a result, he makes sure to, at the very least, be aware of all of their movements, so that he would be able to make a quick Saltar to escape. Only if they attacked him first, of course.
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Post by takeda on Jan 6, 2012 20:33:28 GMT -8
He really had to wonder where all these Hollows had come from. Now there was a new stranger, one that looked like something entirely new, something Vicious had never seen before. He stared at Airegalo as the strange thing spoke, and indeed, he made very good points. Why would such high ranking hollows help weaklings like Vicious and Raptorbutt and the others? They wouldn't. There was a trick here, there had to be. The promise of power though was one Vicious had trouble ignoring. He crept closer, his quills still bristling, until he was close enough to actually sniff the food. It smelled wonderfully delicious, even to Vicious, who was a fan of human and hollow flesh. Mortal food shouldn't have been attracting him the way this food did. "No-Mask No-Hole is right...fishy." He snarled and backed off a few steps. "What the catch? How do we know if safe or not?"
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Jan 7, 2012 21:33:23 GMT -8
Given the okay to exit Murasaki, so away I go. If anyone has a problem, just let me know. o.ob
Also, I apologize greatly if this confuses anyone... XDD While her eyes surveyed the nearest area occasionally, Presta's main concerns were the immediate threats of the released Arrancar, and the newcomer group of vasto lorde and adjuchas. Well, for now. So, as her gaze was still focused on those she posed the question to, she managed to catch a fickle glimpse of a sneaky, no-good lesser menos trying to stealthily approach the food... and boy, did she know who it was. The pathetic, annoying, and needle-dick of an idiot Vicious. Snorting, she muttered something under her breath as she watched him approach, realizing he wasn't causing her harm like the others before her were trying.
She didn't notice the bizarre looking freak at first, but in time, in time.
"Turtlement...? What the hell is that?" She asked Murasaki, pondering in her own mind what she could have meant... which, unfortunately, no realization dawned upon her right away. Instead, as she quickly glanced in the canine adjuchas' direction, she witnessed her partner-in-crime catch the scent of something more interesting than this situation, turn tail, and flee; which caused Presta to raise a brow as she left exactly after the recent attacks were negated by the group of unknown hollow and Vasto Lorde. After a second or two, she stiffly shrugged, "Fine, leave... be that fuckin' way! I'll fight by myself." She grumbled, swiping her left arm in the air angrily till it rested by her side again.
[Exit Murasaki]
"Human food! Snacks...? Who is giving out these, snacks?" Someone blurted out, specifically that blur she was aware of earlier, but couldn't recognize; however, that voice of his was distinguished as that one hollow she conversed with some time back. Shikaze. Eyes in that direction, she confirmed her thought, but didn't say much, considering she was awaiting the response of the others, whilst fueled to remain guarded. Strange... so many hollow in one area... Why?
Her wary eyes hadn't noticed Veza's descend from the tower, neither his nor Sven's inevitable approach.
"Why... the... fuck... am... I... being... targeted?!" She mused, lips curling in a snarl as her frame traced Erebus, so if the Cero was attacking any portion of her body, it would likely be the anterior, anatomical position, of course!
She honestly couldn't fathom why this moron was attacking her. For insulting him? Well, yeah, but she wasn't the one who attacked Las Noches! In fact, she had all the juicy details of that past occurrence up inside that strained noggin. If the Arrancar were so pissed at that, they should have blamed their own brethren, Braegh. He was a slimy and slippery bastard, after all. Maybe, no, hopefully, he was dead by now...
To her surprise, one of the Vasto Lorde rendered Erebus' cero void with one of her own, though caused another sandstorm to brew; now, both her arms rose to shield her face, fingers forming a pseudo-mask against the particles of sand headed her way.
Once the 'storm' subsided, Presta irritatingly lowered her limbs in a quick, forceful fashion, growing rather tired of all this foolishness. She had her answer displayed before her, yet she still was rather hesitant with the suddenness and suspicion of it all. Was there poison in the food? Some sort of ingredient to harm those eating it? Only one way to find out, before making a decision, but first...
The clarity of the viewing field, per se, brought two newcomers to light as she did a full 360 sweep of her vision, which involved a rotation of her slender, lithe frame. A mass of tentacles already feasting upon the food, and another she had never acquainted with ever. Upon further inspection, she noted the following: feathers, and an eerie, though ironic sense of being 'whole'. Perhaps due to the lack of a hollow hole, from what she could see and mask, Presta was altogether confused. What was this creature? It looked human, yeah, but shone in the silvery twilight with that looked like the same coloration, and sported feathers or protrusions on its frame. It couldn't possibly be Vasto Lorde, could it? Just didn't take the same appearance and structure of a Vasto Lorde, as she glanced back and forth between the new-found creature and the speaker of the group.
Then, many thoughts came to her. Firstly, she found it strange several acquaintances had been in the same vicinity as her. Were they following her? Or did she have some sort of creature magnet on her backside she didn't know about? Even still, did they find some yearning trait in the female adjuchas? A mystifying charisma that swayed the masses? Whatever this thought process was, epiphany or delusional destruction on her mind, she stated the second thought.
"You know... if it's so safe and friendly for us to eat the food... do be so kind as to eat it yourself first, or have another of your group take a bite, friend." She snorted, continuing, "Right in front of us all here, that way, I can make my decision." She spoke loudly, so all gathered around could hear.
She needed her point proven!
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Post by sylph on Jan 8, 2012 15:41:25 GMT -8
Shikaze glanced from Presta, who he knew, to the others and especially the attacker. His eyes narrowed, growling and moving away wisely so that the Vasto Lorde who intercepted the attack was between them. His experience in dealing with Arrancar was more than any other Hollow his age, he imagined. Ulquioza, Derips, Braegh, and the recently deceased, to name but four, and yet here two more were. In fact, it was disturbing to know how many were in existence now, and that he was still but a small infant as a demon. He looked over at the unknown Hollow, the one who, by the way he tore into the food, looked far younger than himself.
They were not animal like in appearance, and they both seemed to be of the same level he hoped. If he ate and was not affected by poison, which seemed strange considering the fact that if they wanted to eat him they would poison themselves, right? Could it affect his memory? Could he gain such strength from eating normal human food? He hoped so, and the thought of gaining strength and his memories certainly got his eyes to open wider as he ambled over to the food, take a quick sniff. "This place is hell, demon fights demon to consume their flesh to survive. I do not wish to feast, only to be tricked and betrayed..."
And for once, Shikaze voice was soft, scared, shy, and gentle; the voice of a young boy who aspired to become a doctor like his father, only for cruel fate to rip him from his life and throw him into the clutches of a witch who haunted him even after his human soul became that of a Hollow. It was the voice of Sylph, hidden underneath his mask and tortured and fractured memories. Sadly, he would not even realize his change in tone or the significance of the soft voice he spoke in as he reached forward and picked up a piece of fruit with his right hand carefully. Not because it could kill him, but almost as if he was remembering a particular way he himself once moved.
"I desire strength, how do I become strong like you?" He asked both of the Vasto Lorde, his eyes fixed on the female who had fired the Cero. He knew of the attack, but how could he learn it himself? Slowly, he brought the food to his mask, opening his mouth to take a bite. Just a bite, and within a second he had done so, eyes fixed on the Vasto Lorde. If he saw the slightest sign of betrayal, he would run, not attack. Survival was crucial to him, alas, if only he had his precious memories pieced together, he could make a safer decision perhaps~
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Post by seishinsakuran on Jan 9, 2012 22:03:18 GMT -8
A small smirk crossed Sven's lips as his silver gaze trailed after Veza, his frame falling forward from the top of the tower. The wind rushed past Sven's face as his eyes closed, the sound of heavy flapping echoing in his ears as his hakama flapped violently behind his plummeting form. Slowly opening his eyes, Sven took in the sight of the sand of rubble of the earth below rapidly approaching, as his hand moved steadily forward as his lips parted to usher forth one word, Ceiro.....
The engulfing silver light erupted from Sven's hand as the rubble below was blown away from the impact, the sheer force of the Cero providing Sven's figure to hover gently to the ground as his feet lightly touched the disturbed but now cushioned crystalline surface of the crater. Brushing his hair backwards as his eyes glanced into the distance where the others were, his feet immediately took off, a brisk walk soon breaking out into a fastened sprint as his form darted through the moonlit sands, the noise of the individuals in the distance becoming even more apparent as Sven picked up bits and pieces of the conversation through his highly sensitive hearing as he neared the area. Hidden behind a dune of sand, Sven's feet repositioned himself as a quick burst of Sonido was applied, his form now reappearing before the group of Hollows.
A quick flip of his head sent his bleached hair back out of his silvery gaze as he glanced around at the Hollows around him, then towards the large buffet of food, human by the appearance of it, being downed by a tendrilled Hollow and another skeletal in appearance. His head then turned to the large Hollows that seemed to be for labour purposes, then the quilled one on the floor, then the two Vasto Lorde whom brought a smile to his face.
Letting a chuckle escape his lips, Sven then redirected his voice towards Erebus, whom was the only one he knew amongst this crowd, being a fellow Espada. As he spoke, his eyes then focused on the curious Hollow hybrid whom lacked a mask or hole, a curiosity beginning to consume him.
"Erebus, Erebus, you acct too haztily. Diz is razher dizgrazefull fur an Ezpada to acct in such a manner. Zo wat have I mizzed."
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Post by veza on Jan 10, 2012 14:09:15 GMT -8
You lack Cero control 1, as such you can only fire cero from your mouth atm o.ob Sand storms weren't uncommon in the desert, but these sand swells being made of the Vasto Lorde and the connection of ceros were starting to annoy the golden hollow as he circled above the rest, including the flying Espada.
We're ignorant fools the lot of us, fighting one another when there is food waiting for us on the other side. But offering one another a portion of our prey.. Suspicious. He thought to himself as he continued to give the Hollow, maskless or not, a width birth as he tried to make sense of everything going on.
Call him a coward if you like, but he preferred to think of it as cautious. Though, at the very least it seemed that he had made at least one possible 'pack mate' in the form of silver haired one. Even if he had to repeat what the man was saying to himself half a dozen times before he could make sense of it.
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Post by thesoulless on Jan 10, 2012 14:18:04 GMT -8
Erebus growls lowly when the inferior being disrupted his attack. Erebus spits towards the lowly creature. Erebus looks around seeing his comrade come out. Erebus suddenly flies towards Las Noches ignoring the people and the Espada. Erebus lands inside the walls before walking off towards his rooms. He starts to mutter something about "tards" or was it "tart". No one got close enough to hear Erebus' words in fear that the Espada would turn his rage upon them. He enters his room before going to his personal library. He sits down and reads.
[Exit]
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Post by tangellow on Jan 10, 2012 18:16:29 GMT -8
Of the approaching Hollow, of the fighting Arrancar, of the inquisitive Adjucha, all of this was Tangellow ignorant of: all Tangellow knew was that he was in food, and it was delicious. The little Hollow crammed everything it's many tentacles could grab into it's gaping maw, floundering and flouncing this way and that, gurbling and burbling in glee in between burps and deep breaths for air.
Before long, the Hollow had stuffed itself to fullness, and little Tangellow wallowed atop a food pile, tentacles wiggling as it squealed in giddy glee with barely enough energy to roll this way or that in the delicious food.
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Post by shinji on Jan 11, 2012 4:17:17 GMT -8
Mal~ Your comments are appreciated in normal threads if someone needs to be informed of something, but I, or another RP mod can handle it in missions and events. :B I'd have told you in person but you're asleep and I just now bothered read this thread. >.> My bad.
We'll be editing the cero skill here soon. Normal hollow will only be able to fire from the mouth, arrancar will be able to only fire from the hand until they level up the skill of course. So that part is fine.
Sven. I get where you're going with the force of the explosion and stuff, but it was written far more graceful that what would have actually happened. :B Not that much of a big deal outside of combat, just be careful in the future until you can level up skills that would allow for such grace in the face of an explosion.
"I brought nothing to you," the Vasto Lorde said with cold regard in reply to Airegalo. "This feast is for the children of the original Gods, the Vasto Lorde. You kind sir, are an abomination, much like the arrancar. Neither of you are truly hollows." None of the quintet seem perturbed by Erebus' depature. Even the female Vasto Lorde unruffled her feathers though her eyes were now set on Airegalo, however, her senses stayed extended throughout the group and the approach of the other arrancar did not go unnoticed after his cero, though he was ignored on the whole. As was Airegalo as far as the male Vasto Lorde was concerned once he had addressed his question.
Instead, he turned his attention back to the lesser evolved of his kind. While his tone was warmer, it had an undulating undertone giving it a hypnotic quality solely possessed by the Vasto Lorde. It was a driving force for many hollow, only the headstrong usually failed to heed it. Or the very stupid who could not understand what was said. It was an imperfect art, to say the least. "Ah, the untrusting loners. Tell me, why venture so close to Las Noches if not seeking out others? And why seek out others if you are only going to be antisocial. Come, eat or silence yourself. I will not explain my motives again, but rest assured, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead." His eyes settled upon Presta who had the more intelligent discourse, though she asked for something so trivial, meaningless before his gaze flitted over Vicious and Shikaze.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Jan 11, 2012 20:12:17 GMT -8
Slowly but surely, many of the other hollows gathered, such as Shikaze, were giving in. Presta could only watch in hidden disgust at how easily the creatures could be swayed. This observation was after her question, but before receiving that 'command' from the higher ups.
From Erebus, who was high up in the skies, to the newly approaching silver-shit Arrancar who caused quite the scene before arriving, Presta snarled in anger. Despite the jealousy and envy that burned her heart, there was a grudge, but one of admiration. That grudge of having admiration for those superior to her brought shame toward herself. The female adjuchas yearned that power above all else, and perhaps this food could bring her one step closer to that final goal of evolution. Though, as she stood in her 'lesser' form, Presta currently disliked all humanoids, and those who looked down upon her; so as Erebus underestimated her, and the Vasto Lorde spoke in a commanding tone, Presta scoffed in irritation, shaking her head.
Shortly after, however, that silver-haired male Arrancar had probably pissed Erebus off enough that he left... thankfully. She didn't know who the hell he was at all, but she could only chortle at his weird accent. Maybe he was just retarded!
Oh, was Presta a defiant and reluctant creature! Being bossed around was not her forte or walk in the park! She didn't know the extent of this groups' abilities, but as far as she knew, she was outmatched and likely outgunned. Grunting, she resisted at first, but then decided to make it look like she was following orders, bringing her reptilian frame over to one of the massive adjuchas were most of the creatures around didn't dwell. [At least, she figured Tangellow, or that tentacle-y creature covered one food pile, while Shikaze and Vicious were closer to the other pile. While she made her way to the last; if not, she would push her way through to one pile].
With a rather distrustful look upon her face, she picked up pieces of 'human-looking' food in her hands, glancing in a cold glare upward toward the leader of the pack, before backing away slightly from the reptilian-esque bovine creature and which pack she took from. Unwillingly, she brought a piece up to her mouth, ripping a piece off with her sharp teeth, chewing it down till it resembled a pasty glue when combined with her saliva; that, and looking for any distinct taste in the edible arrangement. Though, whilst it was still swishing in her mouth, she brought her other arm up, obscuring her neck which would have made a 'gulping' motion if she swallowed her food; which, alas, she didn't. She stood there in silence with a closed maw of spit and food, glancing back and forth between those who ate the food. She just had to make sure things were safe before actually letting it down into her stomach and body, and those who had eaten it would surely show some symptom if things were bad... right?
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Post by takeda on Jan 11, 2012 20:25:24 GMT -8
Vicious snorted. The Vasto Lorde had answered him well enough. The Raptor Butt had already made it clear that if he wanted to grow in this world, he had to gamble. Vasto Lordes would not waste their time with trash like Vicious, they would be going right for Raptor Butt, or one of the Arrancars. They also didn't seem like they needed such a ruse. So, with a cautious, careful motion, he walked to the far left side of the pile, as far away from Presta and that tentacled thing and took a hesitant bite out of a piece of the food. It seemed harmless, so he ate a little more. He took slow, conservative bites, not pigging out like the Tentacle-Thingy, and hoped he had made the right choice as he tried to fill the awful, needing hunger in his gut.
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Post by airegalo on Jan 13, 2012 15:35:43 GMT -8
An abomination? Yes, Airegalo has been called such, and he has long sense accepted that the masked ones would view him as such. But comparing him to a Broken Mask? That is an insult that he will NOT entertain. "How DARE you compare me to the Broken Masks?! They rejected their Masked side, and took on the powers of the Maskless that hunt our kind!"
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Post by sylph on Jan 15, 2012 17:06:01 GMT -8
Who was that speaking to the Vasto Lorde? Shikaze turned his head, eating the piece of fruit carefully. An Arrancar? No, that couldn't be right, they had a hole in their body like a Hollow, and not like this, strange creature before him. Was it a human? That couldn't be right, after all, how would a Human have survived all the way out here in this wasteland of hell? What was this creature? And why did he refer to everyone by masks? He himself had a mask, but what did that matter beyond the fact that Arrancar's had partial masks it seemed, and this creature had none. And what of these maskless hunters? Who the hell were they? He was a young creature, he had never once met a Shinigami before or heard of them. But his mind quickly went to the delicious taste of food, that was beginning to bring out his memories that he had long since been unable to uncover.
How long had it been since he had tasted normal food? By the heavens of the mortal realm, such food to him tasted wonderful in comparison to the bloody and tough taste of the flesh of a Hollow. As he ate the piece of fruit, and slowly reached out for another, he remembered the taste of fruit and of carefully peeling an apple once. But, the strange thing was, that he used his left hand to peel and the right hand to hold the fruit. And instead of scraping off skin accidentally, he remembered something else; he actually dropped the knife when he heard the sound of steel scraping against bone and he actually paused in eating.
He slowly looked at his hand and for a moment, he recalled not bone armor, but a skeleton hand instead. No flesh, no muscles, no tissues or blood vessels! Just bones and ligaments with threads of reiatsu wrapped around his arm! Shikaze blinked once, and the image was gone and inside his mind another fractured piece of his memory adhered itself to the rest, forming a growing incomplete picture of his memories bit by bit. Was this fruit responsible for such? No, that could not be right, it didn't make sense entirely. Curious, he reached forward as he swallowed the rest down and carefully picked up another.
"Why does it matter that we have masks that are whole?" He asked aloud with an empty mouth. He was not voicing his question to anyone in specific but himself. What did it matter if a demon had only half a mask or just a part, like the Arrancar? Did it affect the power they held? Could that be the answer? If so, then what was the difference between an Arrancar, and this maskless creature, other than appearance as he studied Airegalo, and the lack of a hole?
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Post by seishinsakuran on Jan 15, 2012 21:31:26 GMT -8
Sven's eyes wavered between Airegalo and the Vasto Lorde as the they spoke out. Abomination? Original Gods? Ah yes, they were still Hollows after all, they thrived on pride, vengeance and lust. Such outbursts were to be expected. Sven himself still had such feelings, remnants of his previous life foraging Hueco Mundo, though he often kept them under check through his own personal morals. Through this, he found it extremely pointless to feud amongst one another when there existed beings who would kill merely for the fact that they at their most basic, were Hollows. Yet here Sven found the groups of Hollow, and a good portion of them past that of Menos class, quarreling. It just served to Sven as irony that the hollows who had not reached Menos class seemed to have the most laid back and sensible personalities. It was just pointless.. His foreign accent quickly interrupted the Vasto Lorde and the strange Hollow as he sought to possibly strike an agreement of some sort. He was just thankful for the fact that Erebus had left the area, whom quickly resorts to unfavorable tactics, leading to a possibility of possibly negotiating some kind of truce between the Hollows.
"Funny, I zeem to recall zertain individuals who'd alzo call zey Hollows abominazions. Not only we Arrancar, but alzo the Vazto Lorde, the Menoz, and even thiz evolution." The last part was made with a quick nod of Sven's head towards Airegalo's position, though he intended no harm as his words were spoken with a warm and calming demeanor, although a faint trace of interest could be heard in his voice as he regarded Airegalo before he continued. [color=cccccc"You zeem to zhink zat Vazto Lorde are at zey pinnacle though itz rather obviouz by zey look of zings zhat zhere are two evolutions zhat are at leazt at par wiz zey Vazto Lorde." [/color] As Airegalo went to prove his views, Sven merely smirked, his eyes narrowing as his voice was now redirected towards the odd Hollow. "Yet yuu rejected zey hole zhat truely classifies a Hollow, which iz in my eyez, zey same az removing a mazk. Yuu have ridden yourzelf of a Hollow element much like myzelf and in turn yuu chooze to criticize zey arrancar." Bringing his left hand up before his face, he let the hole through it show clearly, his silver eye looking though the hole rather amusingly. "I have not abandoned my Hollow zide, zey hole iz proof of zhat." Lowering his hand towards the hilt of his zanpaktou, he continued in an effort to further inform the Hollow. "And yuu zay I took on zey powerz of our azzailants? Zhat is true, but in order to dizpose of those who conziztently hunt our kind, it waz neccesary to become more like zhem if only to annihilate zhem."Sven's platinum head turned towards the Vasto Lorde, his ears caught the voice of one of the feasting hollows, though his gaze remained lock on the Vasto Lorde, while keeping Airegalo and the female Vasto Lorde. "Zey hollow speaks zey truth. It matterz not whezher or not we possess whole mazks, holez, or even zey need to feed. Zere lays your problem. Inztead of focuzin on what we have in common, you chooze to focuz on our differencez. I apologize for zey other arrancarz' attititude, for he iz a brash, pigheaded individual conzumed by zey thoughtz of carnage n rage." Sven's lips curled into a smile as he let a loose snicker escape his lips.
He supposed that if he wanted to, he could prove he was more similar to them than they thought. Sven's thoughts immediately trailed to that of his own Ressurecion. Unlike most of his fellow Arrancar, his Ressurecion was far closer to his predecessing Vasto Lorde form. If anything, it might ease the unusual tension building up around them. "If yu dezire, I could prove to yu how common we really ar, and I ztill retain my Hollow side."[/blockquote]
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Post by veza on Jan 16, 2012 13:45:49 GMT -8
He had started to descend after the other Arrancar had left. His hunger, his never ending hungry, was starting to get the best of him. All reason, all doubt, left his mind and he dropped from the sky.
A moment later he would land directly atop the pile of food, give a threatening growl to the others whom seemed interested in feeding and then plunged his beak in, burrowing into the folds of flesh as he ripped, tore and further mutilated the corpses which he now considered his food.
Everything else didn't seem to matter anymore. Food, wonderful, glorious food.
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Post by tangellow on Jan 17, 2012 1:22:36 GMT -8
Fully stuffed and floundered out, Tangellow let loose a long, low brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp as his tentacles wiggle-waggled, before finally the little creature fell from the pack on the back of one of the Adjucha and sank into the dirt. Purely on instinct, Tangellow's little tentacles wiggled into the dirt before suddenly and drastically altering in composition, becoming one with the gritty substance and dragging him down, down, ever downward into and through the dirt, where the little Hollow would come to sleep-off his food induced stupor, protruding only slightly mask-first from a tunnel deep 'neath the surface of Hueco Mundo, breathing slowly before blending into the darkness, allowing his odd little body to digest and break down the 'gift' the Vasto Lorde had brought up.
[Exit]
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Post by shinji on Jan 17, 2012 2:03:07 GMT -8
For those that had deigned to eat, they would feel no effects of the food for now. Or at least, no ill effects. Constant hunger tended to plague hollow of many levels, but the food presented within the bags would soothe over the need to feed. For a little while, at least. The food also had the taste of the human world food it represented, though only one with a more refined pallet, or or perhaps spiritual senses, would be able to detect something not quite right. Not that anything was wrong, perse, the food simply wasn't normal. Not by any standard.
Still, all but one of the below Vasto creatures had stopped speaking. It was a good sign and seemed to relax the Vasto Lorde's demeanor. At least the male's. The female was brimming with ruffled feathers as her eyes glowed in a narrow slit at the arrancar and the ninfas alternatively. Perhaps relaxed was not the right term for the male, either. He was more... amused than anything, but such a thing was difficult to detect behind the hard mask of brilliant white that covered up anything resembling facial expression. Still, it rang clear in his voice as he addressed the Ninfas. "Perhaps you have not had the opportunity to look at yourself, but it appears you rejected your masked side more than the arrancar."
The female at his side snorted impatiently. "Appears? He has no mask at all! What's worse is, the Ninfas we..." her eyes flickered to the food the hollow were feasting on "-encountered before, let us in on a fun little secret." Though she said fun, her voice was deathly cold and cruel. "Ninfas are so far removed -from hollow, they can't-" she started to growl out before the male placed his hand upon her shoulder. "It is not our secret to share. Let this one tell it upon his deathbed like the other did. For now, we leave." The cattle of adjuchas who had been still and silent throughout the proceedings of the greater beings started to shift and move out of the sand, preparing to leave. Even the sand at the feet of those who stood started to undulate in time with the sudden shift out of a humanoid form that the male Vasto Lorde took, his body merging with the sand much like Tangellow's had, but for a far different effect of controlling the sand that was around him.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Jan 18, 2012 21:11:51 GMT -8
The hollow fought the growl of immediate her stomach, the utter rotting of her core, the looming insatiable hunger that came with the start process of digestion. So, as much as she yearned to swallow the chewed concoction, she quietly awaited for the type of response she needed to figure out that the coast was clear. So, with pieces of food filled within her hands, and a mouth filled with spit and food, Presta quietly watched the others and observed, rather peculiar for someone of her 'ray of fuckin' sunshine personality'!
Vicious gave in rather easily, from what she could tell, and she merely rolled her eyes, glancing over to the weird looking creature, who was obviously one of his own kind; at least, out here upon the hollow and arrancar. She found the bickering between Vasto Lorde and the feathery humanoid being rather interesting, because he claimed to be Mask-less? She couldn't quite grasp what the difference was, but she could only wonder... was it a new caliber and authority of power? Menace, ferocity? Hm...
Shikaze seemed to be enjoying himself as well, thought he then became rather fruity and started glancing at his weird arms and what not. Presta simply shrugged it off as she idly rested, often disinterested when he asked such boring questions. Onto the next contestant!
The weird accent guy! Whom she really couldn't understand! Hell, he could have been far horrible in english than Murasaki, and that was something! Well, bits and pieces she made out, but she must have not been accustomed to his style of speech. Not like she would even get to know him, right? Right...?
The tentacle little creature wiggled all the way home!~ So, slowly, the numbers gathered here today were dwindling. First Murasaki, then Erebus, the dumb idiot, now the small wriggler hollow. That made the remainder the weirdo-looking human, the weird-speaking Arrancar, Vicious, the stupid dino-butt, Shikaze, the bony looking gargoyle hollow, and Veza, who nearly startled her to death as he swooped down and gobbled down some food within his beak. It was strange to see a group that was always seemingly wandering 'together', so to speak; meaning that whenever she traveled out of her comfort zone, being a rather rocky and cavernous cave, Presta always stumbled upon these particular hollows. Sure, occasionally there were skirmishes, or arguments, but they always seemed to find one another amongst the gruesome miles of stretched sand that was Hueco Mundo. Either she was beginning to turn soft, or she was just growing severely aggravated and tired with the constant battle between each other. Especially Arrancar versus adjuchas. How low could they be?!
Perhaps, new order should be established? Or a 'bond' that would act as a pack? Fraccion, was it called? It would surely limit the casualties of lesser hollow, and increase the chance of survival. If that were the case of development, she would need to be on top!
As she deeply pondered, the group of hollow that bestowed food upon the majority gathered began to depart; or so it seemed, causing Presta to swallow and dig into the food held within her grasp. She wouldn't have to worry about them feasting upon her poisoned soul, should the food contain some sort of sleeping or neurological effect, and as it stood, Presta hardly feared the remaining hollow about her. So, she ate rapidly, glancing back and forth at the stragglers.
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Post by takeda on Jan 19, 2012 7:09:37 GMT -8
With seemingly no immediate after effects, Vicious was more inclined to eat in a somewhat voracious manner. Indeed, he did consume the food a bit more rapidly, but he was by no stretch of the imagination "wolfing it down". He took a bite, he chewed, he savored the flavor, and then he savored the temporary sensation of fullness. The fullness never lasted though. It couldn't last. In his brief time here, he had come to understand that no matter what he did, his hunger would never go away. It was a fact of his new life, one that he had to deal with no matter how much he hated it. With Raptor-Butt gorging herself like a starving sow, and the tentacled monstrosity lunging on its portion of the food, Vicious had to wonder at the ability this food had to keep them all from ripping each other apart.
It seemed that food and power were the currencies of Hueco Mundo. If Hollows had a ready supply of food on hand, they would not eat each other, but the food instead. A sufficiently powerful hollow could group them all together as a pack, and as a pack they would all be safer. Still, how did one convince a group such as these to form a pack? Who lead the pack? He saw two, maybe three hollows who had the potential power to lead and protect a pack.
There was Raptor-Butt, of course. As much as he disliked her, she was the only one he'd met before, and since she hadn't eaten that little dog that continuously wandered with her, it seemed likely that she had a measure of self control. It was likely she had some kind of use for the little thing, which was probably how it stayed alive.
There was the flaming firebird, the one he had never seen before. He got the same sense from it that he did from Presta, but he knew nothing about the bird. He understood though that, if the suggestion of forming a pack were brought up, this one would be Presta's primary competitor for leadership...assuming he cared about leadership, or that he even wanted to be part of a pack.
The third was the Arrancar, but he was almost ready to completely disregard that option. The arrancar were notorious among the denizens of Hueco Mundo, and there was very little said about them that was good. He suspected that a pack lead by the Arrancar would be a pack treated very badly. No, if there was to be a pack forming, he decided he would throw in with Presta...provided she had more people backing her than just the lowly Vicious.
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Post by airegalo on Jan 21, 2012 15:33:24 GMT -8
Taken aback at his own outburst, Airegalo shakes his head a bit, to snap himself out of his mood. "Ninfas, you say? Quite the curious little title. I prefer 'gifted' but that is neither here nor there." Before he can question what the High Masks learned, although he has his suspicions, the gargoyle-like youngling asks him a question, as well as a broken mask. Ignoring the broken mask, he looks towards the youngling, and ponders his question a bit. "You... you have not been one of the masked ones for very long, have you? Our mask is the physical form of our hearts, worn upon our face to protect our raw instinct. Throw that away, and you become much like the broken mask that just left us, a being controlled by hate and instinct."Crap post is crap
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Post by sylph on Jan 22, 2012 20:27:59 GMT -8
Shikaze ate as much as he could, rather, his fill of food. Ah, such glorious food that was for him and the rest of the demons! But wait, something caught the young Hollow's attention, and that was the conversation going on between the Vasto Lordes, and the strange maskless Hollow. For surely, it could only be another Hollow that was with them in this hell hole! Otherwise, what sort of creature would he be?
What did they mean, on the deathbed like the other? Did that mean what he thought it meant? That they had actually killed another of the maskless Hollows? Perhaps, then again, perhaps he was just looking far too into this matter as he finished off the food he had picked up. Ah, how long had it been since he had actually tasted the food that he remembered? Too long perhaps.
"What can't they do...? What costs will there be in exchange for such power?" He mused aloud, narrowing his eyes.
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Post by seishinsakuran on Jan 25, 2012 19:44:35 GMT -8
Sven's head tilted slightly to the side lazily as he watched the Vasto Lorde seemingly dissipate into the porous sands, his gaze redirecting towards the foraging Hollows, then the other Vasto Lorde curiously before laying back upon the strange maskless Hollow. Ninfas, eh? Not exactly the ideal name, but who was he to judge. Nonetheless, the hesitation in the Vasto Lorde's words piqued his interest. Ninfas, so far removed from Hollows, that what? As his silver irises gazed up and down the peculiar Hollow, sizing him up, he wondered what dark secret the being could possibly be hiding.
Sven remained so lost in his thoughts he didn't really ponder the fact that the Ninfas completely ignored every word that had issued from his mouth. As he casually drifted out of his thoughts, the Arrancar's gaze turned back towards the food, and the Hollows indulging themselves. Even though he didn't trust the food which seemed unnatural not only in the fact that it was given out of charity by the Vasto Lorde of all Hollow, but also the fact that it seemed to have lured out a good number of Hollow. Not only lesser hollow who seemed a tad stronger than the average hollow but also adjuchas. Sven failed to see a Vasto Lorde who lacked their own personal agenda. Surely these creatures were up to something.
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Post by veza on Jan 25, 2012 21:46:32 GMT -8
The nature of the beast consumed him.
He tore into the flesh, ripped into the lower meats and swallowed remorse. His claws shredded, his beak tore, his fangs ripped. And all the while he fed the unending lingering hunger that was a seemingly unending torture.
The food, it tasted odd. Did this stop him? No, why would it? As of yet it was having no ill effects, and he could only be so rationale at times such as these. No, no. He looked like a monster atop the dwindled pile of food, devouring everything he could get inside his maw.
All the while though, he listened. He learned. He observed. But he did not stop eating. He would not stop eating, not until he had his full. And how long would that take?
Good question.
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Post by pegarse on Jan 27, 2012 9:03:32 GMT -8
An Adjuchas prowling the sands of Hueco Mundo sure wasn't anything out of the ordinary, so perhaps Pegarse's presence near the group was something to expect. Even more so when you consider the high concentration of Reiatsu caused by the group of Hollow, Arrancar, and the one Ninfas. High levels of Reiatsu would attract even the lowest of Hollows who may be looking for a meal. However, when the horse-like Adjuchas hiked up one of the nearby dunes, he noticed exactly how many beings there were in the group below. Why were there so many together like that? More over, who or what were those humanoid beings amongst the group? Oddly enough, Pegarse had yet to even lay eyes on Las Noches during his quest to fill his hunger, and had yet to meet a Hollow that spoke of such things as the Arrancar.
Judging by how this group was not really engaged in combat, Pegarse came to a rather innaccurate assumption. These Hollows must have been working together! It was the largest non-hostile group he had seen so far, why else would they just be conversing like that? Coming to this assumption, Pegarse's hopes rose. If he was lucky, maybe he could join in too. A group could take down stronger enemies and provide protection. It would be a great way to ensure his survival. With these thoughts in mind, the Adjuchas cautiously stalks towards the large group of Hollows.
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Post by shinji on Jan 27, 2012 15:25:29 GMT -8
At the feet of those associated with what had seemed to be the ringleader for the odd procession of hollow who had come to the edge of Las Noches, whirlpools of sand started to form, sinking the three adjuchas down, even as the other hollow continued to try and eat. The feathered Vasto Lorde followed until none remained on the surface. They had returned to the depths of the forest of Menos from which, like most Vasto Lorde, they had come; taking their goods and their protection of the adjuchas and lower classed hollow with them.
[exit]
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Post by maulero on Jan 28, 2012 13:10:29 GMT -8
Slowly the imp like creature made his way to the Reiatsu he was feeling earlier. He had yet seen the bird like creature thought. It was strange why was Maulero doing this. He fearing begina round so many creatures at once all that's all he felt. It was truly very trouble seem. As he got to a slight hill he bent down and looked over it to see the large bird creature. He let out a low groan seeing Veza eating like a pig.
Pretty much he new birds ate that way but still it was semi gross, pull out a fork and knife and eat like a real fine dinning person. Wait why did he even question this Maulero would shake his head and slowly walk onto the hill, still trying to keep the distance from the group or what ever you wanted to call it. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out if he new any of the other hollow. So far it came up a blank. But, Veza was there and that's who he wanted to see Veza..and then his plot can start.
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Post by presagio on Jan 28, 2012 15:40:58 GMT -8
He was hungry. But then again, when wasn't he?
Scratch that --- it wasn't merely hunger that was making his innards churn and rumble. He wasn't hungry; he was ravenous. And didn't that heaping mass of reiatsu that he was nearing pose to offer a feast?
Trotting along the moonlit sands of Hueco Mundo was a moderately-sized, bull-like hollow; one of his eyes gazing unblinkingly at his surroundings; the other lazily lolling in its socket. He was relatively new to this area of the desert, having accidentally resurfaced here after his return from the material plane. Wandering among previously uncharted sands was enough to arouse hunger in even the slightest of hollows, wasn't it? And the pang in his stomach was starting to become painful? So whereas he might have previously remained in the backdrop, in this instance, he was going to be outright and enter the midst of the gathered beings.
Perhaps he'd find something to soothe his stomach; if only for a moment.
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