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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Jan 29, 2012 18:50:35 GMT -8
How long would she remain silent?
Expressing relief as the Vasto Lorde and it's adjuchas followers departed, Presta glanced about in utter silence; content with what she managed to grab with the food -- even if it was the same 'species' that was the feathered freak. From the pit of her half-full, half-hungry stomach, she could feel her intuition kicking in. Surely, some had departed already, but her amateur reiatsu sensing would aid in detecting more newcomers; not that she could detect the strength, identity or location, but just the mere awareness of a presence or two.
She arose from her seated stature, hands balling slightly into fists as she resumed to ponder. To assert her presence, or not to? To voice her opinions, feelings, ideals, or to let those around to notice her and her now 'determined' facial expression? For now, she shifted her eyes to and fro, turning occasionally to check the 'odds', so to speak. She didn't know if any newcomers or fellow hollow gathered around would choose to attack.
For now, she cautiously awaited for any other sorts of suspicions... before coming to the ultimate decision of speech. Her scaly arms rose, but only to cross against her chest as she impatiently waited -- for who would be stupid enough to leave, or would be smart enough to realize she had something ballsy and gutsy to say. Maybe the angered, swishing tail accompanied by her overall aura and demeanor had something to do with being noticeable, too.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat sternly, loud enough for those who didn't cause a ruckus with eating, or conversing to hear.
Yes... let's see who would realize her distress.
Let's get real; even Presta, a sadistic, slowly-shifting laid-back but cold creature, was beginning to loath the usual killing of her own kind. The tainted power above her, too... she felt, needed to be dismissed... if anything was going to change.
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Post by takeda on Jan 30, 2012 7:22:39 GMT -8
Vicious had managed to drag off an impressive pile of the food before the carts had left with the High Masks. He now sat in the sand, devouring the succulent morsels with obvious glee. However, as three more hollows neared, his quills bristled up. One, a flaming horse, seemed only a mild threat. The same could be said of the massive bull one, for though it doubtlessly had great strength, it was probably quite slow. The final one was the only newcomer he saw as a threat, and that was the lanky, clawed humanoid. Vicious didn't doubt that the thing would have no trouble maneuvering around as it needed. He watched them from around his food pile, and ate very quickly. No sense in leaving anything for these strangers, right? Presta gave a snorting huff, diverting his attention from the newcomers to the devil he knew. "What you want, Raptor-butt?"
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Post by airegalo on Feb 1, 2012 13:36:20 GMT -8
Noticing the High Masks and their allies leaving, Airegalo stays still, prepared to strike back, should they reveal anything more. It seems like there was already one of the gifted that they came across, although what they learned from him, or even what they did to him later is a mystery. Perhaps Airegalo should've paid more attention to them. While still thinking things over, he senses a few more masked ones coming his way. Looking over to their general directions, he spies two Low Masks, and a Youngling.
While still wondering which secret of his king those High Masks kept to themselves, he hears someone clear their throat, most likely in an attempt to get someone's attention. Looking in their direction, he sees the snake-like Low Mask. "Yes? May I assist you, Low Mask?"
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Post by sylph on Feb 1, 2012 15:02:21 GMT -8
Shikaze frowned as he watched the Hollows leave, pausing for a moment to lick his lips and get the last tastes of delicious fruit off. How he had longed for something that wasn't the meat of the demons that he was forced to feed on. And how long had it been he wondered, since he had come into this wasteland from the world of humans? That was a rather big question for him, how had he come here and how could he get back?
And why would he need to? For one purpose, to hunt the one who appeared in his strange dreams. The laughing woman, the one who plagued him with nightmares and the pain he had felt. Starting with his right arm, but not his left. Strange though, and he had recalled seeing something else in place of his left arm; something foreign, strange, different.
But what? Alas, his fragmented memories would require deeper study and more attention, and as he heard the sound of Presta clearing her throat, he slowly turned to look at her. And noticed the strange new Hollow, one that he did not recognize. A quick glance at Presta and then this newcomer, the unknown Vicious, told him just what he needed to know. It was a young demon obviously, possibly as young as him perhaps? He wasn't sure, but he didn't seem like much. In fact, Shikaze was already disliking the amount of Hollows around, and was greatly desiring to leave these wretches and find his solitude.
"What is it Presta?" He asked in his low, deep tone.
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Post by veza on Feb 7, 2012 23:19:33 GMT -8
I've been informed that Sven wished to be skipped, in which case I apologize for the delay on my part. My being sick is little excuse for lack of posting. The food started to sink into the sands from which they came, this did not bode well for Veza whom was perched atop the pile. With claw fulls of food in each arm, he flapped his wings once, twice, three times and floated backward landing not more than a foot away from where the pile had been not a moment before, all the while chewing nosily on the food which was within his beak.
Then she spoke, or cleared her throat rather. Veza cocked his head in the direction of the reptile he had dubbed 'Land Shark' all the while not knowing the rather large differences between the two species. He assumed that perhaps she wanted a nibble or two himself and as the food was gone, and he didn't feel like having a portion of himself bitten off, he would oblige her.
With a flick of a golden claw, he would toss her a handful of the food he had, which would land with a thump at her clawed feet. He would then nod in understanding and belch. Rather loudly and not very politely, perhaps even spraying all those before him with chunks of food and saliva. To which he would answer with by saying."Uh, sorry..."
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Post by pegarse on Feb 8, 2012 18:30:02 GMT -8
The horse-like Hollow had gotten pretty close to the group already, but paused when he heard a sound come from one of the other Hollow. This being looked somewhat reptillian in nature, and was apparently well respected in this group since the Hollow around it quieted down and one even offered some unknown food item. For now, Pegarse kept some distance, through remained in hearing range to see what may be said. When all was said and done with, the Adjucha was still looking out mainly for himself, and would choose his course of action once things played out a little more.
Even he knew that, sometimes, the the best course of action was to just sit and wait. Is that one their leader? I guess I should listen closely.
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Post by maulero on Feb 9, 2012 9:05:40 GMT -8
Maulero slowly focuses his reiastu he just hoped none of the other hollow right away would notice it, He slowly made a clone of him self, that would work perfect.The clone slowly walked down the hill he was hiding behind. He would slowly make his way to the group of hollow, trying to keep away from the beast known as Presta, since last time they seen each other wasn't the best of greetings. " Why hello there Veza-sama" He would keep his distance not getting super close but close enough for Maulero's safety he rather not have it shown that it was a clone in front of them. Had to edit the post since it was bad
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Post by presagio on Feb 11, 2012 7:46:40 GMT -8
His inevitable arrival among the gathering of hollows was far from triumphant. His mis-matched eyes fell not upon a pile of food, ready to slide into his abysmally empty stomach, but nothing more than more of that glittering, opalescent sand. If anything, the disappointing sight made the pang of hunger in his stomach all the more pronounced.
Bacchus fell upon his hind legs and let a despairing howl rip from his gullet; he had no interest in the other hollow in the vicinity, for his natural instinct told him that they were not particularly the ones he would like to pick a fight with. Though, of course, if they approached him in a violent manner, he could do naught but retaliate in a manner consistent with the transgression.
But really, Bacchus just wanted to be left alone in his ravenous despair; to devil with the cretins around him, unless they were bringing him food!
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 15, 2012 17:14:10 GMT -8
Sorry for taking so long. The hand had struck the time on the clock. Attention gathered and focused entirely on her soul, Presta took center stage, snorting callously at the unknown creature. She speedily caught the extra food, as she noticed the golden-avian, luckily at a distance enough so the spit would barely fall to the sand beneath her feet. She held the food tightly within her grasp as she glanced around, checking each individual out. As if she needed the weirdo's advice or help in this affair.
"Here goes nothing, heh." She pondered as she decided to cautiously walk into the center of all the gathered creatures of the same kin. She was struggling with so many opinions, ideals, and thoughts that just needed to be addressed; in order to effectively shape Hueco Mundo out into a stronghold of elite creatures. With one large inhalation from her nostrils, which flared in what would look like a snarl, Presta processed her 'presidential election speech' as she went along; unwavering in emotion, unfazed by the amount of 'followers' encircling her lonely adjuchas frame. She stood arrogantly, proudly, amongst her audience. The glorious wisdom about to be unraveled amongst those less fortunate.
"Now, I've lived in this endless stretch of desert... these shifting sands of time, for such a long time; as I'm sure some of you share my experiences... my trials and tribulations, my despair... I've seen so much with these eyes, felt so much anger, despair... but the hunger... oh, the insatiable hunger. It's like a festering parasite at the pit of my stomach, swindling me from my power, my meal. You all know, too, that inevitably the leeching sensation will return, and you'll be driven to act on impulse and command like a slave for that desperate end to that starvation. We attack our own kind to grow stronger, yes, but have you realized that even still, at the highest chain of command, that even still the humanoid creatures called Arrancar bicker, and engage in useless disputes...?
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Some of you share my level of evolution; others, below, or even higher! Content and too full to feed, here we all idly stand listening to what I have to say; and boy, is it a lot. I only ask for patience; surely you lot have some left of your human days to spare? Leave now, and you lose a gracious offer. Stay, and we become the ultimate force to reckon with.
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As hollow, it's within our nature to strip the shattered fragments of our past soul and identity to achieve ultimate superiority; though in the process we lose our humanity. I don't recall one single sliver of my fuckin' past, but lying deeply within my tattered being, I can feel the burning desire to return to what I once was... and I know with each step closer to Arrancar, I will achieve the remainder of my humanity, and a substantial amount of power. Don't you see the looming light ahead of the darkened, eerie tunnel to our destiny? Some of you would kill to return to what once defined you, and while you still cling to the despair and false hope, the solution is right in front of you: to acheive the highest evolution, retain admirable power, and look human enough. While we lack something I haven't quite figured out yet, which I believe is determined by the hole and absence of being 'whole', as hollow, I don't care about the shit I lack. In the end, I strive to only make myself stronger, and closer to being whole; if we can attain what was lost.
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Arrancar, I believe, is the only path we must take, though the examples of the humanoids I have seen and encountered, let alone interacted with, have made me grow with an abhorred hatred for them. I have realized they are constantly at war with one another, and are only concerned about themselves; even if it means to back stab one another. I may not look like the most trustful one of the bunch, but spending so long out here, alone, forced to ponder on universal questions raises my awareness that I, like many of you, likely, do not wish to undertake this trait. Where they have failed, I have triumphed; because here I am speaking intimately of my own experiences and thoughts with you, in peace... and in unity. Do you all agree?
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Let this be the dawn of a new beginning, where hollow forces big and small join forces, develop rapport, and breed a new generation of power! Stand alongside me, my comrades, and together we will endure the hardships, the challenges we shall face. For with numbers, we shall thrive and culture like a true community should.
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I don't care who or what the fuck you are. I'm sick and tired of the constant struggle for power between the lingering stragglers of Espada. A new definition for hollow needs to be added, and the old tossed aside and done away with; for this pack, should it be formed today, will shape the loyalty and trust that most hollows are unfortunate of having.
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So what say you, my fellow species? Join me, and together we will hunt, train, and face the future that awaits us with stride, or leave, and die in the hands of another in this game of survival of the fittest? Or feed as a family?
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Let me the fuck know now, or else you're wasting my time. Then, I can begin on the true plan." She glanced around to her gathered crowd as she finished momentarily, rotating to catch each and everyone's expressions upon their faces, and just overall their 'aura'. Did she bore them to death? Inspire? Whatever the impact of her words caused to transpire, Presta was ready to face in full-force. As an adjuchas -- a measly, despicable adjuchas -- she stepped up as leader to announce her aspirations. For one so callous, and sadistic, even Presta of all creatures was growing tired of the drama and isolation that defined the very essence of Hueco Mundo. She assessed the situation, after all these years, and had now addressed the conflict that was brewing inside.
Either or, she felt damn good to let it out. Though what would everyone do?
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Post by takeda on Feb 16, 2012 7:33:44 GMT -8
Presta, it seemed, was far more eloquent than she'd let on. Vicious listened as he shoveled his remaining food into his mouth, and listened well. All her points were quite valid, save for those made at the expense of the current Arrancar Group. Vicious had not been in Hueco Mundo long enough to know of them. He knew they existed, and that was the extend of his knowledge on the subject. He liked her idea quite a bit...a pack would be something advantageous to him, a weaker hollow. They would provide protection, and a means of attaining food and strength. He smirked slightly. "Her points are clear." A full sentence that was a struggled for Vicious to choke out. "Right, even. Hollows need Hollows." He fixed Presta with a look that was one part appraising, one part respectful, and one part suspicious. He wondered if she had an angle she was playing. Was it possible for them to regain their Humanity? All Vicious could remember of his human life was an echo of madness, and a sea of blood. Did he want to return to that? Or had he been something...someone...different before the insanity had consumed him? He wanted to know. "Vicious will join you."Edited to fix color coding error
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Post by airegalo on Feb 17, 2012 7:54:08 GMT -8
Standing by, and listening to the Low Mask give her speech, he cannot help but notice how similar some of the arguments are, when compared to his own past. After listening to the entire speech, he claps for a bit, before stepping towards the speech giver, using Saltar the moment he is within range, so that all of the other Masked Ones can see him. Now is as good a time as any to start Phase One.
"A marvelous speech, I must say. It truly spoke to me. You may not know it, but I know full well how much The Hunger can control our kind, perhaps more than most of you. Indeed, I am older than all of us here combined, so I know just how right you are. Ah, but here I am rambling, and giving too much away.
There is a question I must ask, though. Why should everyone become like the Broken Masks? Their existance is hardly a guarantee for saftey. After all, the winged one proved that they can be just as savage as even the lowest youngling in a Hunger-induced craze. And did not the Primera get stabbed through the chest by one of his own? As for gathering together..."
At this point, Airegalo would simply make a waving motion towards the wreckage of what was once the Broken Mask fortress of Las Noches. "We are standing in the presence of what kind of safety they offer.
But, but! That is not to say your idea is entirely bad. I stand before you as an example, of a different path one can take. I posses the ability to transform you all, save the Broken Mask, into ones such as myself, once I can see you are ready. If you are worried about shelter or a pack, my existence can tell you all you need to know about the subject. Odds are, none of you even knew my kind existed.
The Gifted have an area to ourselves, where we can keep to ourselves. We do not have to worry about intruders. A natural defense, without walls to be broken down. You'd also need a guide to get through, a guide such as me. As for power... well, that shall be a surprise for after the transformation. Suffice to say, you will have power to rival even the broken masks.
Now what say you? Do you stick with the plan of becoming one of the broken masks, and risk extermination at the hands of your own allies? Or will you follow another path, the path to Las Selvas? Or would you rather stay as you are? Struggling, and fighting, and dying, for no reason other than your own survival? Do you accept this gift I offer you?"
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Post by sylph on Feb 19, 2012 16:16:46 GMT -8
Shikaze, the former human boy who had just been a simple youth "cursed" with a skeleton arm, actually stood completely still and allowed his mind to work. The mind that had once been that of the young doctor to be, Sylph, and that still retained his intelligence, though not quite his memories and knowledge, at least, not all of them. What he did know was of the nightmares that haunted them, the burning feeling of his skin being peeled off his frame, of tears stinging his eyes and of a final black abyss.
Before him stood not two Hollows that were speaking to not him alone, yet he felt their words pierce through his ears and reach his actual soul. Ironically. And instead of seeing Presta and Airelago, the young Hollow saw two paths for him that he could choose, but only one could be traveled.
The left path was none other than the continued path of the Hollow and the first path that he knew of; the path of the Arrancar. To somehow grow in strength and power, continuing to devour the flesh of his fellow demons rather than the souls and flesh of humans and evolve on and on until he reached the state of an Arrancar. Beings who appeared as humans, with the exception of the hole in their bodies that somehow seemed to not affect them at all with it's presence. He longed to see how he looked before he had become a demon, before he had lost his memories, and most of all, to regain them. But, he was not a social being in the slightest; the demons and the witch of his past had seen to that, even if he didn't realize it.
Before Shikaze had become a Hollow, he was never very social because of how he was treated. Even at birth, his own birth parents had given him up out of fear and disgust at his birth defect. It was only the pity of their doctor that had saved him, and even as he grew up, he knew little of love beyond the doctor who he called, "father". Going to school was out of the question for him, he was always teased, mocked, and ridiculed merely for looking completely different from everyone else. For having his skeleton arm wrapped up to keep it hidden out of sight, to his unusual amethyst eyes and pale skin, and most of all his sickly white hair. He refused to go to school after he had been beaten up for merely trying to offer some of his lunch to a girl in his class, only for the boys to pummel on him.
Yes, sadly, even without memories of his entire life as a human, Shikaze had been born with an innate nature that desired solitude and accepted loneliness. The thought of having to work and hunt with others, demons really, would have made his stomach churn if he weren't so focused in his thoughts. He had no desire to be amongst others for very long, only so he could obtain that which he desired; information, knowledge, and most of all, power. And recently of course, to recover his memories somehow. He didn't really see any problem with overcoming such an obstacle if they were to be lost later on; he would simply record what he could piece together and remember. And of course, to leave himself clues of where he would need to keep such records, otherwise evolution would be for nothing without the memories. After all, the desire to destroy the witch that plagued his existence was his motivation.
The right path, was that of the new being before him, this strange looking human that had no hole in his chest. And yet, somehow boasted of power and abilities, and of a lack of hunger for the flesh of Hollows. He however, had faults and poor points in Shikaze's opinion as he narrowed his eyes. While he may be an unusual being, similar to Arrancar in appearance but more akin to humans, why on earth was there not another of his kind with him? Did he believe he was strong enough that he needed no protection from an ally, a friend even? Or, was there no other like him alive perhaps? Who was to say after all, he was the only strange being to look like a human in a few ways and yet, seemed perfectly at ease around Hollows.
There was also another problem, he made no mention of memories. Presta had, at the very least, mentioned how she didn't remember a damn thing, which gave Shikaze reason to hold off on trying to evolve immediately. This strange Hollow-Human however, made no such mention of it and that did not sit well with Shikaze. His purpose was to regain his memories, and purge the witch who plagued him from his existence; to destroy her and never dream of her again. That was his reason to hunt his fellow Hollows, that dared to attack him and provoke him, and that was his reason to struggle to survive! This Hollow-Human had offered little, as mere words could not tell Shikaze much. He needed to see things with his own eyes, and the power of the Arrancar had become very clear to him.
Ther was of course, the matter of the strange being that had appeared one day a while ago, that the Arrancar could not seem to harm. Such a being was beyond Shikaze's comprehension, though he very much doubted that if the Arrancar could not hurt it, then what chance did this Human-Hollow have should the creature return? What proof did they have of his power? Only words, and though the Arrancar could not harm the creature that had come from lord knows where, at least they had tried to investigate it.
There was much to consider in Shikaze's opinion; on one hand, he could choose to join Presta, but under his own conditions, namely as he had no intention of staying with the pack at all times. And family? He knew not of family, not with his fractured and buried memories. If he did, then that certainly would be a reason to join. He also had no intention of staying longer than he needed to, just to recover his memories, to break the block on his mind that was preventing him from recalling who he had been and then he would be off to record his memories so he could discover them when he had evolved, somehow.
On the other hand, there was this odd Human-Hollow. Right now, Sylph would not mind the idea of complete solitude, but there was no mention of memories, beyond the age of this Human-Hollow and that was all. He didn't even hint at recalling any events or such that might show that memories would be retained while evolving as he did. Then again, there was also the matter of mentioning that only when he believed they were ready, that they would be transformed. No, if he was going to evolve, then it would be at HIS choosing; when he wanted to, when he knew he was ready, and when he desired to try and evolve. He was in control of his own life, not this Human-Hollow who deemed himself to be the one to judge a Hollow; to see if it was fit to evolve according to his will.
Shikaze frowned, not liking the lack of information on the right path, though not quite ready to commit to being one of a group when he preferred solitude. He could swallow his desire to be alone for a while, but constantly? That was out of the question in his mind, and he didn't like the idea of revealing what he desired to just anyone. He had to Derips of course and Ulquioza, but that was it because they had answers he needed to his questions. What could this Human Hollow offer up to him? Right now? Nothing.
"I walk the path of the Arrancar; of those who have regained what they lost. I don't know your path from my birth, Human-Hollow," Shikaze stated, breaking his silence and glaring at Airelago as he slowly turned his head, so he could see Presta. "I walk alone, as I should. Until I recover what I have lost, what eludes me from what I was before this cursed existence, I cannot walk with you, Presta. I MUST remember who I was, I MUST know what I was as a human,"
Shikaze paused to inhale and then began walking past everyone; he had enough of being social for now, all he desired at this moment was to be left alone to his thoughts, and to attempt to break through his mind and recover his missing memories. "I must seek out my memories. If anyone dares to stand in my way of them, I will destroy you and feast on your carcass!" He roared, growling angrily.
No one; not Hollow, not Shinigami, not Arrancar, not Ninfa, not that strange human who had attacked him. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his memories back, as he had no intention of even letting death try to stop him.
He would fight an absolute of life if he had to. Shikaze swore to it as he walked away from his fellow Hollows.
It was time to make the journey into his own mind, to discover that which he had been missing for so very long.
His precious. His memories, and the joy, the pain, the horror, and the agony that they would bring.
[Exit]
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Post by veza on Feb 21, 2012 20:48:53 GMT -8
I'm going to assume Sven wouldn't mind me posting now as the typical order has already been altered. Veza sat upon his haunches listening carefully to each Hollow's opinion on the matters that were addressed by Presta. He had to admit, her views on the matters were not entirely different than his own. Though he himself was unsure as to what his goal in terms of evolution would truly be. Vasto Lorde was more than enough power for any Hollow to be proud of and was more than capable of, though the idea of becoming even more powerful was terribly appealing and was something in his core, he knew he desired more than any amount of food.
Though, he had no interest in regaining any humanity he once had. Why should he? He was a Hollow and not ashamed of it, though he was ashamed of the way he had seen his so called brothers and sisters acting in the past and present. Though this Vicious seemed taken by Presta's words and joined her cause.
The no mask then spoke, announcing their was another path that one could take, in which great power also existed. Though his points about Arrancar and Espada were flawed in this case, Presta was not speaking about joining the Espada at all, simply walking a path in which she would become an Arrancar and she wished to walk that path with others, not alone. Still, the idea of remaining a Hollow, even without the mask stirred his interest.
The walking bones though, he seemed keen on being alone and seeking his past. A noble quest, but for a Hollow... Flawed. What happened before this life should not concern one now, one should simply live in the now and look forward to the future. He pitied the white creature and offered a sneer in the form of a growl at his threat. I'd like to see you try to do what you claim when you hunt as one, and others hunt as many."I will walk this path along side you, Presta." Veza announced, his wings flaring for a moment so that his form would gain notice, not just his voice. "But I will not follow you. I am too proud a beast to simply bow my head and take orders from one whom would need to look up to me in my preferred element.
"The idea of family however, is simply too tempting to pass up. No creature, man, Shinigami or Hollow should be fated to be alone.. And I am no different.
"I Veza, am with you, sister." It was then for the first time that he glanced at the creature he called the Imp, Maulero. He was addressing the golden avian as sama, but why? What was he scheming by 'honouring' him by just a gesture?
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Post by pegarse on Feb 22, 2012 9:49:30 GMT -8
What luck! Here was Pegarse, a Hollow looking for a group to join, and some random Hollows he approached were in the middle of forming a pack! Sure, he knew nothing about these beings, but anything was better than nothing. If things went bad, perhaps he could make a meal out of it. He waited a few minutes, seeing just how many of the other Hollows took advantage of her offer. Well, at least he was able to learn that the eloquent one was named "Presta".
"I'll join in, though I suppose introductions are in order."
He glanced at each being present then, though all but ignored the speech given by the one calling himself Gifted. Sure, that path would also provide some safety, but it seemed like no one else in the group was interested, meaning the path he had chosen was the safer one. That, and he could tell just by looking at her that Presta was another Hollow. But the large horse-like Hollow could not tell at all what this other being was. He was humanoid, but his skin color and feathers spoke plenty on that subject. He also had no mask, and no Hollow Hole either. This being... It was too foreign looking for Pegarse to follow him when he could follow another pack of Hollows.
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Post by maulero on Feb 24, 2012 9:51:31 GMT -8
Maulero turned and faced the talking hollow who went on for a long speech. He would bend down hunching over tilting his head to look at Presta. What she was saying was very true about there people. And a group would be a smart idea, but then again he had his own goals and he would never forget those. He would then fully stand having his image fade away into nothing ness as the real Maulero walked down from the sand hill he was on.
His eyes where now closed and his arms where behind his back as he walked to the group for the first time. He would slowly open them bow his head slightly to the other hollows and then look over at Presta.
"I am with you on this Presta. You Have Maulero behind you"
He would lower his head a little more to Presta alone, yes he would use all these hollows for power, and then turn them against each other and take the seat of power.
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Post by presagio on Feb 25, 2012 13:30:25 GMT -8
Bacchus found himself listening to the rather long-winded speech of the larger hollow even though he had previously been completely engrossed with his own depressing thoughts. His curiosity won out. That, and the fact that this stronger, she-hollow --- Presta, was it? -- spoke of gaining power; that which he had sought since the days of his birth.
He more or less disregarded the words of the other, alien-like hollow. He had no interest in becoming whatever it was that he was. He didn't look that powerful as it was.....
For the first time since entering the vicinity, Bacchus spoke:
"Presta, is it? Your offer is... intoxicating. I think I'll join you."
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Mar 5, 2012 15:32:14 GMT -8
I deeply apologize for delaying with my posts, guys. I'll try to be more frequent with it; edited for spelling errors. Those domineering eyes attentively examined the crowd as if to inspect for any clues of expression; whether the reactions would be negative or not in response to her hospitable proposal. In succession, it was as if those oculars gradually circulated around in one giant rotational sweep of her surroundings. However, the 'people' mattered more in this affair, not the unwavering environment literally 'set in stone'.
This first to witness the unyielding, seemingly piercing gaze was, of course, Vicious. With such a fixated, rigid pair of oculars staring upon his frame, how could his suspicion be raised? Her stance on the matter was firm, 'set in stone' like the desert that hardly changed after eras upon eras of time. While humanity wasn't the obvious production of the highest evolution, beings were prone to change based on experience. What contributed to that factor, exactly? The outside environment played a heavy role, which diverged into branches: one of which being the influence of peers. The human past hardly mattered in a world that seemed eternal. Besides, although Presta stressed the importance of the past, one's 'tapestry' had yet to be ironed and straightened out.
Sequentially, albeit precisely swift, the unknown humanoid-esque creature used a 'Sonido' of some proportion or another to direct her gaze in his direction. The preceding claps had granted merit for both her esteem and her 'unrecognized relationship' with the male figure, so it was safe to assume the reptilian-adjuchas felt relief, if only momentarily. For now, she listened, and realized this 'candidate' beside her played the role of her devil's advocate.
"He's agreeing, obviously... to get into good graces with me and my fellow brethren. I can see it as clear as day; which, now that I fuckin' think about it, isn't saying much in a land that is forever dark. [/color] " She mused as she glanced at the opposing candidate, slightly going off tangent with her own thoughts.
"Broken masks? What the hell is he talking about, Broken masks? Arrancar?[/color] " She pondered as she let out a soft snort, eyes glued to his presence, even as he pointed toward the insignificant rubble that was once Las Noches. In fact, his spiel had begun to arouse her; but not in the pleasurable account.
"That shit-for-a-palace is irrelevant in these times of change, especially when our hopeful group is determined to create a new breed and generation of hollow. As for your gift, you're hardly going into detail of what you offer; and, since majority hasn't posed the question, I will do so. What the fuck are you, anyway? You claim to be different from Arrancar, yet you don't have the decency to enlighten the 'lesser folk' on what breed you are. Judging by that, how exactly can we trust one such as yourself, if you will not indulge our knowledge banks? One doesn't just jump the gun at any option, without knowing the destination at the end of the road. Or the risks." She retorts in a snide, unrefined manner, stepping forward and away to assert her candidacy; along with reviewing more of the opinions of the others.
They would soon rest upon the conflicted hollow, Shikaze. Something was going through his estranged head that Presta couldn't predict or decode, but as he spoke, she reluctantly nodded, although bizarrely her scaly lips curled into a defined Cheshire grin. It could have been she understood his situation, or the latter: she was mocking him. If she had difficulty remembering, how in the hell would he? In addition to that, she found his threat to be utterly pointless, amusing, in fact. More-so, her ongoing thought lingered, even as he took his leave from the group, "Shikaze... you can't choose what stays and what fades away!~" Though, perhaps after the decisions of the others, she would attempt to seek him out in the future. There was still much to discuss, after all... and being placed into a one-on-one surrounding would lessen his emotions, probably.
For now, more attention focused to the goals at hand.
Veza was the next in line, inevitably. A prideful beast, he was; erecting and elongating his posture to assert his dignity. She hadn't really imagined the thought of each and every hollow present living under her rule, surprisingly. In fact, the definition of family hit the spot and, with that grin still plastered upon her face, Presta widely and enthusiastically shrugged, "Do what you will, hermano, you classic example of Soberbia, you..." She whistled, chuckled, even, amused by his display. She always had some sort of friendship and bond with the avian hollow, anyway.
As if a match made entirely in heaven, the next along her field of gaze was a newcomer! A fiery, semi-valiant steed for the blazing bird! Dynamic duo, no doubt... unless they would turn to rivalry. Besides the fact, Presta couldn't help but snicker, interested in this new fellow as he approached. Another rose from the sands! A brazen bull, as it were. "Yes! Introduce yourselves to the pack, strangers! Just... no funny tricks, now~" She cooed, grin still smug on her face, as she anticipated their responses individually.
Lastly, the lone hollow whom she hadn't addressed swept her attention, Maulero! She was slightly off footing with that adjuchas, so while she nodded, joyous expression remaining on her face, she made a mental note to keep extra care of watching him. He wore a brown-nose for the preexisting Arrancar, after all... she wouldn't forget it.
"I'll continue on with my ideas once other answers are provided, and those who sought them out are accommodated!" She spoke excitedly, gazing about the family born amongst the rubble and ashes of Las Noches.
And my oh my, did she have more to address.[/blockquote]
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Post by takeda on Mar 7, 2012 8:44:15 GMT -8
Vicious snorted and pawed at the sand as Airegalo gave his own speech, a counter proposal to Presta's. He made a pretty argument, but Vicious did not hold much stock in honeyed words. This Airegalo did not look like the other hollows, and had made it clear that he was vehemently opposed to the Arrancar. He offered an alternative to Presta's Path, to the Path Vicious sought to follow, but gave no specifics. He spoke of power without hunger, but not of the risks that were entailed. Vicious knew what risks there were to evolve, to become powerful as he was MEANT to be. He knew with a certainty, and he knew he could do it, if he stuck with Presta's pack.
"Not interested, No Mask." He growled and sat on his haunches, watching Airegalo. What had those Vasto Lorde said before? Something about making the food from one of Airegalo's comrades? It had been quite tasty. Maybe Airegalo would be similarly appetizing? He watched Airegalo with golden eyes, and held very still, as though he was getting ready to pounce on some wandering prey. With the pack working together, they could easily take the No Mask that sought to rule over them, and there was no doubt that he would be quite filling.
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Post by shinji on Mar 22, 2012 12:57:28 GMT -8
Given that the creature were beneath the level of arrancar, Sven's attention turned toward the departed Erebus. Perhaps it would be wise to check on what could be considered his comrade. In light of the ongoing situation with the hollow now, it could be an important factor later.
[Sven exited]
Sven exited by request for inactivity. Airegalo may resume the posting.
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Post by shinji on Mar 26, 2012 12:04:44 GMT -8
I believe it is your turn, if it is not, this message applies to whomever is supposed to post next; you have 3 days to do so. If you don't, you will be exited by a mod.
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Post by airegalo on Mar 28, 2012 14:35:44 GMT -8
“You will have to excuse me for delivering all of the secrets of my kind, low mask. I was going to explain everything to those that agreed with me, but it seems as if that would not be... prudent, I suppose would be the proper term.” In response to her inquiry, Airegalo simply walks in circles around her and tries to think of a good way to answer the question. Indeed, how does one define an entire group at once. Occasionally, he opens his mouth, as if to speak, but then closes his mouth and continues to think.
Finally, he stops moving, standing to the Low Mask’s left. ”I suppose the simplest way to describe The Gifted in basic terms would be to say that we are the opposite of the Broken Masks, in both our power, and the means of our transformation. Normally, one must rise to the ranks of a High Mask to become one of us, although I have learned the means to... assist any of the Masked Ones in their transformation, regardless of their form. The risks are much the same as becoming one of the Broken Masks. They can be lessened, of course, but I am afraid I am unable to put into words how that is done. Suffice to say, when I can tell when a Masked One is at the point when my Gift won’t have any unwanted effects, that would be when you would become one of us.”
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Post by veza on Mar 28, 2012 15:45:17 GMT -8
The avian remained sitting still, his eyes looking through the no mask as he spoke. Finally he had enough. "Your offer is enticing no mask, but I nor any of the others gathered are currently interested in your, gratitude, as we've already shown.
"We've all agreed to walk a path along side our sister, Presta. In time our path may intercept with yous and at that time we might take you up on your offer then. But for now, I am certainly refusing.
"I like what I am and wish to explore myself in further detail before reaching an, end. So, if my brothers and sister agree in my views on the matter. I suggest you leave." And with that, he growled steam billowing from his nostrils.
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Post by maulero on Mar 29, 2012 18:40:21 GMT -8
As Pegarse was moved into limbo, I'm going ahead and posting Maulero would squatting over slightly looking around at the strange group of hollows what at gathered, as the others spoke he kept silent like a grave. He would watch Veza speak to the odd looking fellow, He of course had no interest in what that beast was saying. So he simply kept his mouth shut. He would slowly bend his legs even more squatting over the ground under him. His eyes still looking at the figure who Veza was speaking to. He of course agreed to all the facts Veza had said. " It would seem fellow, You are not welcome here. You don't want to start trouble would you?" He would narrow his green eyes waiting for the creature to leave.
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Post by presagio on Mar 31, 2012 8:47:13 GMT -8
Bacchus peered closely at the No-Mask facing the hostilities from the other hollows present, and though his interest was piqued slightly by what the thing projected, his decision fell in line with that of the avain-esque hollow; he too wished to climb the ladder of evolution, and see just how powerful the apex of his progression would be.
He spoke again; "No-mask, I believe that Maulero has summed this up quite adequately. Your attempt at enlisting us has failed; I fear that if you continue to harass us with these vague hints at your kind's existence, we may have to act. I myself am not a very violent person, so I hope it does not come to that. But if it does, be assured that Bacchus will enjoy feasting on you."
To accentuate his point, he leaned into a low crouch, a guttural growl growing in the core of his gullet; teeth bared, enormous horns pointing malignantly in the strange being's direction, Bacchus waited.
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Post by shinji on Apr 2, 2012 13:33:20 GMT -8
With things becoming volatile and Pegarse not really having an interest as of yet to join the heathens, the equine hollow trotted off into the distance.
[Pegarse Exited]
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Post by shinji on Apr 5, 2012 15:42:47 GMT -8
You have 48 hours to post or you will be exited.
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Post by ryudragoonist on Apr 6, 2012 6:19:13 GMT -8
Riotously tailing The Unknown like a pack of mindless zombies are the Gillian in all their glory. Blustering, shoving and even toppling others over to be trampled on by following Gillian. It was like madhouse on wheels. The Unknown was high up in the sky and could spot a gathered group of Hollow about a klick north, directly in the way of the Gillian rampage. To ensure they did not impede the progress of the plan The Unknown sped up ahead of the pact. The Vasto Lorde ascends in height with every foot gained toward these Hollow and so it gets to the point where once he arrives he is so high up that to him, they look like a bunch of tiny specs on the sand. Directly above them The Unknown begins to gather spiritual energy.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2012 10:12:06 GMT -8
As the Vasto Lorde rises up and far into the distance, the Gillian begin to slow their movement; long before they are able to come into view of the remaining Hollow from earlier, they shy away, for something else has marked this place. They do not comprehend the sensation that overwhelms them: instead, they are simply affected in the most primal level, and without fanfare or notice turn away from their herded goal, moving back to the deep places from whence they came.
There are two reasons this is happening: first, because there was already an event here and this thread should have ended a long time ago, and second, that using NPC's as you have is still something only Mods can or should do; no Shinigami character can go rally up a mob of nameless faceless Shinigami, and so neither can any Hollow do as much for Hollow.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Apr 6, 2012 23:06:23 GMT -8
She tilted her head, calmly watching Airegalo circle her frame. "Your description doesn't really fuckin' help as an answer, I'm afraid." She snorted loudly, still confused as to what he was trying to explain. As she herself glanced about, those who joined her side had seemingly shown disinterest in the creature's offers and plans; some, like Sven, and that horse hollow had departed for unknown reasons, at least to the adjuchas.
She merely nodded in response to Veza's statement, which, suffice to say, was a pretty damn accurate one. Maulero backed up Veza's claims, as did the new hollow creature who displayed interest in joining the group. Even so, Presta was growing quite bored and restless, per se, at how the situation was being handled. In fact, although she had quite a lot to mention still, she figured the group would likely meet again sooner or later, and away from the eyes and ears of those not enlisted, Presta could speak her mind.
In a quick, fluid motion, the reptile creature began her departure, looking back with a turn of her head behind her shoulder to the group, speaking in a monotonous tone, "Come find me if you want to learn more, my family." She let out a low snarl as she made distance between herself and the other hollow gathered, disinterested and unknowing that there was another fellow lurking at a heightened elevation nearby; though at the rather swift pace she was going, she would hopefully be out of sight and out of mind to those gathered presently.
[Attempt to Exit]
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Post by takeda on Apr 7, 2012 4:46:12 GMT -8
Vicious found that he liked this Presta, and was not at all impressed with Airegalo. To his ears, it sounded as if Airegalo wanted to give them everything. Vicious did not like that. You should never trust a stranger bearing fantastic gifts, because such gifts always had strings attached to them. Vicious would rather gain his own power by force of will and struggle than to have it handed to him. Presta was giving him that opportunity. He fixed Airegalo with a hungry, leering look, and licked his teeth. "Adios, No Mask." He sneered at the strange hollow. "Maybe we meet again. Maybe we eat you." With that, he bounded after Presta, intent on joining her little herd.
{Attempted Exit}
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