Las Noches

Beyond the world of the living lies Hueco Mundo; the dimension in which the Hollow and Arrancar reside. The terrain is blank, and dull - white sands stretch as far as the eye can see and the sky above remains perpetually dark. From the sand juts Las Noches, the home of the Arrancar. The structure is massive in size and white all around with one single door. You may enter, if you dare.

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Post by ClumsyDuckie83 » Mon Apr 03, 2017 10:31 am

Celise smirked to herself as Wyre made his move toward Wuji. The presence of the Vice Captain swayed neither of them, and their battle continued. She enjoyed watching the two fight, actually. It gave her a change to see Wyre's abilities, and she had been looking forward to it. She moved back toward Luna and leaned against the nearest wall, arms crossed beneath her chest.

Rey appeared then, and the change in Luna was apparent. She moved slowly closer to her friend as she saw Luna's anger rise. She didn't make herself obvious, however, but she did listen intently and look between the two periodically.

Aliote certainly must've been feeling the stress of so many high powered Arrancar in one area. She waved for him to come closer to her so that she may relocate him if needed.

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Post by Stryker » Mon Apr 03, 2017 6:26 pm

Maybe sticking around to see how things played out was a poor decision.

The amazing spiritual pressure pushing down on the adjuchas seemed to agree with the sentiment as it had forced the chimera hollow to his knees. The only reason Aliote's face was not acquaintanced with the floor was because he had managed to support himself with his hands. Out of the corner of his eye Aliote could see Celise gesturing for him to come over, probably to shield him should the cituation spiral out of control.

While feeling completely out of his depth, the adjuchas felt like it would be a mistake if he left. For one, he couldn't move his body due to the reiatsu being displayed as evidenced by his body's struggle to remain vertical. The other reason was the primera herself. He could see this was brought about by an emotional outburst. That she was upset and felt betrayed judging by what he heard of the conversation.

Hollow or not. Aliote was not one to abandon people to suffer. Ironic given how he died but true nonetheless.

Reaching with a slightly trembling hand, the beast-like adjuchas could feel rivulets of sweat cascading over his back due to the effort needed to move on such heavy atmosphere. His hand landed gently on the Primera's shoulder, the large palm covering most of it. He gave her a tentative squeeze. Just enough to draw her attention away from the other arrancar.

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Post by Eiri Yuki » Mon Apr 03, 2017 6:34 pm

Rey's hair dangled over his eyes with his body limp as the needles behind Luna's spiritual force dug in. His thoughts began to empty, words failing to form in his skull or in his mouth. His own reiatsu flared around him as if to keep the pressure off and his rather strong hierro lended itself to his ability to resist such brute force. It was apparent that he wasn't as weak as he previously had been.

When he raised his eyes to see her hand reach for a sword, he locked his gaze onto her, although his pupils were highly dilated, and his breaths were short. His muscles quaked in anticipation, energy building within them awaiting to defend from an onslaught. Slowly he would raise himself to his feet, dropping into a low-to-the-ground stance where his hands could almost reach the floor with his arms loosely set in front of him. His eyes were locked, taking in her hand motions and waiting for her to draw. He wouldn't be the one to move first that was for certain as he still had some semblance of sanity in the azure orbs set in his skull.

I won't break.

He mouthed the words to himself, setting his own mental resolve into place despite the drab light of the situation.

We can't do this...we will only break more....then who can we protect, not our friends, not our family.
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Post by konami31 » Wed Apr 05, 2017 10:44 am

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Sun Mar 19, 2017 5:01 pm
Annoyance, one of the few things Elijah could actually feel, were painfully obvious as he was told what his subordinate was doing. The behemoth of the 7th journeyed to Hueco Mundo to Las Noches.

Upon arrival, the simple minded giant was incensed that battle was taking place without his persmission. Two soldiers were fighting hollows in their own home. One was not his charge, but the other was. Unfortunately for the boy, Elijah was so far from amused that punishment would not be gentle.

"YUAN!" Elijah roared from the doors to the white sand lounge. The large man lumbered toward Yuan to attempt to lift him up by the scruff of his collar in the midst of combat. "What you do?!" He would growl into the smaller man's face, baring his sharpened teeth as he did so.

Wuji didn't feel astounded by the Arrancar's evasion, in truth he knew quite well that his attack wasn't meant to harm but to halt the mobility of his opposition. Which of course worked as intended, but the very short time Wyre changed his course of movement, Wuji's eyes got large for a moment and photographed the Arrancar's actions.

While Wuji could have done something skillful or fancy against the Arrancar's assault, his true intent against the attack was suspended by another shinigami. It was a random action the 5th seat failed to see. Within moments the explosion occurred Wuji found himself on the cold, hard floor. Indeed, the other shinigami's action succeeded in removing him from danger.


Wuji helped himself up and readied his sword with a perfect stance. He gaze upon the puny hollow that retreated from position. But before Wuji could attempt any motion at all, the word "Yuan!" hit the air. It was carried swiftly into the ears of the 5th seat. Astounded by what he had just heard, Wuji attempted to shift his attention to the origin of the voice. However, before Wuji could make a move he found himself hanging in the air as his two feet were off the ground.

Though the first word didn't trigger Wuji's perception to know his caller cos it sounded a bit unclear but when the second words were exposed for the world to hear. Wuji knew the very being that had grabbed him.

"He started it!"

Wuji uttered softly, pointing his left hand to the puny hollow. His tone was tinted with respect for the giant vice captain of the 7th division.
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Post by Itsu » Sat Apr 08, 2017 11:31 am

At first glance Wyre would have sworn he saw the feminine looking Shinigami get caught up in the blast that ripped through the floor of the lounge. There was a devastating explosion, it was as though a fist of green flame had decided to punch it's way deep into the surface of the ground, leaving series of smoke-rings to float more slowly after it. Nearby windows shattered. Smoke and fire busted out of that spot. Thousands of pieces of glass, chairs and stools, scattered across the lounge in an ominidirectional wave that could force anyone close by to take cover. Just as it exploded, the lounge's fire detecting system automatically sounded an alarm indicating a fire outbreak. A huge bite had been taken out of the floor where the blast took place. Such chaos that laid within the lanky looking fraccion, a devastating power resting within just one of Wyre's explosive after-images.

There was this awkward moment where Wyre's face washed blank with both confusion and amazement, like his brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in new information from his wide eyes. Right after the explosion, the sparrow found Aoshi laying unconscious at one end of the room all burnt up from the blast, leaving Wuji unharmed. He was struck with wonder as to how Aoshi managed to pull out that stunt in such brief time frame and also successfully deleting Wuji's death from ever crawling into existence. However, that didn't hinder Stolcraf from executing the plans he had for Wuji, neither did he nurture an atom of sympathy for the dying Shinigami.


It was in that same moment when the 5th Fraccion had begun to integrate some energy into his finger tips that his senses felt the presence of another life form with a monstrous reiryoku similar to that of the beast like Shinigami adjacent to Wuji. The presence of this new Arrancar failed to buy Wyre's attention, for the sleeping dragon's intent was drenched in pure rage. His eyes remained fixated on the soul reapers before him as the energy crawled into existence little by little.

Suddenly, he felt a massive outburst of reiatsu from Celise's companion. It was as though Mount Everest had been placed on his shoulders. A boundless blanket of reiatsu squeezed the physical structure of the 5th fraccion, that alone cancelled out the cero energy almost at the verge of getting to a fully charged state.

His eyes enlarged and his neon green hairs on his head bristled. A gaggle of goose pimples laminated his frigid, naked skin. All of a sudden he felt like everything was moving and that he was going to fall, but he stood firm and showed no sign of giddiness. Not that he couldn't roam about freely but at that point in time, the second wave of Luna's reiatsu partially took its toll on the fraccion. Was it fear he felt or just a huge shock from the mind blowing avalanche of emotions circulating around the lounge. Of course Wyre knew Luna was an Espada but he didn't expect her to still have such enormous spiritual pressure left in her due to the deleterious effect on her arm. The fraccion only prayed never to get caught up in such emotional frenzy ever again because of the compressive aura that came with it.
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Post by Pitchi » Sat Apr 08, 2017 6:13 pm

The simple sound of metal leaving the sheath of her Katana was slicing through the silence of the room
like a knife through butter. Cutting, swift, and merciless. The Katana of hers was extremely short, yet too long
for a wakizashi - it was absolutely fit to match her short height and frame. Short, yet slender and refined, it
was a blade of dark beauty. Her eyes were fixed on the opponent her instincts were giving her: Rey. It was clear
that she had lost control over them. The katana moved.

The Tsuba was formed into a moth shape, the steel of the blade was pitch black,
yet shiny. Her hand trembled as she drew, and the motion stopped midway, shortly before the tip of the blade
left the sheath. Her body screamed at her to stop, to rest, to curl up somewhere warm and cozy. To sleep next
to her brother, lover, or family, children, her youngest son, Solus. Somewhere, where her mind was at ease and her wounds, which were sprayed all over her body and only slowly healing, were able to become a chance to actually close and heal.

Luna heard this scream. Forcing her hand to stop moving was taking such an intense toll on her that it was for her
almost impossible to move for a second. The energy within her built up, but for some reason, only released itself
in the massive outburst of reiatsu. The lack of control was frightening to her, unknown, and, unwillingly embarrassing.
Luna, the moth, who was normally known to barely show emotion, to act with wise intention, to reason, suddenly
saw herself attacking at random events, even hurting her Adjucha, and setting deep marks within the Fraccion.

But her realization came to late. When she snapped out of it and regained her senses, she had already released
her reiatsu, already went into her signature low attacking posture. She was in the middle of releasing a massive
amount of reiatsu. Her mind was there, her eyes widened, and her body stiffened up. Like someone trying to escape
sleep paralysis, she tried to move, tried to escape the grasp of her gone wild instincts. She sensed it.

The Adjucha. He tried to reach out for her. But, being in her state, it would be impossible to even move for him.
Being aware of her situation, Luna exhaled once, stopped breathing for a second, and then, slowly, but steadily,
began to regain control over her body. First, over her hand, which she guided to sheathe the black sword of hers
and sealed it. She then forced her body, under the use of all energy she had, to remove itself from its battle mode
and return to a normal standing position. The pain in her body was unimaginable to describe. It was like she was
fighting herself more than anything else, and for now, it looked like she won. She closed her eyes, and slowly, but
steadily as she straightened herself, her posture became more refined. One muscle after anoter obeyed her will
again, and as she was opening her eyes, her reiatsu subsided, and only flew through the room like a gentle breeze.

She, for now, won.

She opened her eyes, and suddenly felt dizzy. Without saying a word, she would fall to the side, body, mind and
soul finally giving in into the sweet call of slumber and the massive urge to rest. The second she fell, she had regained
her beauty. Her long silver hair followed the movements like threads of silk. Slowly, peace and quiet would fall over
Las Noches once again.

For now.

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Post by ClumsyDuckie83 » Mon Apr 10, 2017 9:38 am

Celise turned her eyes quickly toward Luna as her counterpart raised her reiatsu to fill the room, immobilizing the Adjucha and stopping Wyre in his tracks. She had crouched down, hand on the hilt of her blade and poised to kill Rey. Celise wouldn't simply watch on anymore. Not when Luna could bring the entirety of Las Noches down, injuring herself further and causing irreparable damage.

She used sonido to appear before Luna, hand on her own massive blade, ready to snap her out of the bloodlust induced trance Luna was in. Celise watched her, muscles tensed and ready to attack. However just as she'd prepared, Luna's reiatsu began to come back down, and her fellow Espada stood properly, no longer looking to kill. Celise relaxed her hand, removing it from her Zanpakuto and looking quickly between the others in the room.

Suddenly, Luna was falling to the side. Celise moved quickly to hold out her arms to catch the small woman. She needed to be in the healing tanks, and to rest. If she faced no resistance, she would pick Luna up, holding her bridal style. She was so much larger than the moth Espada that it could almost appear as a mother holding a child; if you could somehow ignore Luna's assets, that is.

"Aliote, Rey, Wyre, do you require medical attention?" she asked loudly, letting her voice carry clearly across the large room.

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Post by Pitchi » Mon Apr 10, 2017 1:43 pm

Luna didn't registrate that she was held at all. She was not even moving, her eyes closed, and her
limbs hung down like she was not even alive anymore. However, silent sounds came from her -
sleep breathing. She was dead asleep - even an atomic bomb wouldnt wake her now. She made
silent bubbling sound while doing so, indicating the amount of exhaustedness was correlating with
the size difference between her and Celise.

Luna looked incredibly small in that second, and, as she suddenly moved her hand which was pressed
against her body due to the position she was held, Luna began to make kneading motions with it. It seemed
like the moth was very content and comfortable - what a change!

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Post by ClumsyDuckie83 » Mon May 08, 2017 12:44 pm

With Luna in her arms, Celise turned and opened a garganta to the laboratory. Luna's arm needed to be repaired, and they could wait no longer.

She did not look back at the others in the room. If they required attention, they could come on their own. Right now, Luna was her top priority.

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Post by Kira-duh-savage » Mon May 29, 2017 5:00 am

The terrain, sparsely vegetated and bland, was in literal sense an endless sea of white sand that stretched as far as the eyes could afford. Massive gusts, overtime, had swept across it, which caused the sand itself to cluster in pyramids of distinct sizes (otherwise known as dunes), typical of a desert.
The only thing that can be said to be alluring about it was probably the eerie radiance of the crescent moon that gave life to the desolate scenery and its seemingly perpetual plunge into midnight. There was neither heat nor cold- ambient temperature was as moderately warm as can be. A bit shocking things appeared as is, considering the demonic traits that hollows bear, one would think they originate from a vile, spiritually backwards realm with the stereotypical hellish inferno raging on, but so far so good, Hueco Mundo was nothing of that sort, seeing as even the atmosphere had spiritual energy in utter abundance. It was so plentiful that lower tier hollow could, instead of feasting on plus souls, derive their sustainance by simply respiring.

Footsteps trailed onwards and across the white sand, carrying view along until it brought to light the person whose boots had carved them.
Shroud in a white cloak, outlined with a pale golden, of ankle length. It was difficult to make out any other features of this stranger apart from his height, blonde hair, jet-black boots and neither slim nor slender build.
An unprecedented gale breezed over, stirring dust particles while forcing the unveiling of the newly arrived guest to the infamous hollow domain. The hood fluttered backwards to expose his freely worn blonde hair, of which some fractions hung between his blood-red eyes, whereas others framed the sides of his face-extending shortly beneath his chin. Albeit, the lower half of the stranger's face was obscured by a face mask reminiscent of a bandanna, he was indisputably fairly appealing to the eyes. The chilled indifference and nobility that spiraled around his person was the basis of his uniqueness. To cut through the suspense now lingering, this person, this boy was none other than Seraph of the bloody Kira'.

For reasons unstated, he stopped in his tracks. Pupils drifting to the left corners of his eyes just before a sidestep followed and In that very instant, a clawed hand stabbed past him, only for it to miss by a considerable margin. However, before the thrusting motion reached its fixed distance, a foreign hand clasped around the wrist forcefully, and flinged it and its unfortunate owner several metres away. A huge thud sound distorts the tranquility of the environment, as excited sand particles gather to cloud the exact spot the displaced entity had fallen.

"Insect. The victor and the vanquished had already been decided during "that clash"and the wounds left on your body are proof of this fact."
Said Seraph


"I have to say that your enthusiasm for death amuses me... with such nasty injuries, you pester me still?"
He went on to say, unable to wrap his head around his attacker's suicidal behavior.

"Why do I continue to fight, you ask?"
Whispered a speaker from within the now settling dust cloud in a coarse voice. His physical characteristic had been made visible upon the regaining of visibility- a humanoid hollow, a few inches taller than the average adult human. He had pale silvery hair of waist length, horns resembling a reindeer's protruding from the left/right top corners of his tiger mask, pierced/pointed ears and a snow white skin colouration, which had been daubed red by a stream of blood from varying crisscrossed gashes scattered across the entirety of his body. What made his appearance unsual, if not more, were his legs (based on the fact that they were shaped akin to a cheetah's) and feet that had two huge toes respectively, instead of the common five digits found on the feet of most animals.

"I persist, because I'm still standing. I'm still breathing, my heart hasn't stopped beating!!!!! I am still alive, you bastard! For as long as the case remains so, I will continue to fight"
Screamed the hollow whose body exploded with a pillar of violet aura (reiatsu). Its density was ample enough to pressure and concave the ground underneath his feet and, at the same time, slowly levitate the sand around for a shortlived period. The wounds he'd attained during a previous clash with the blonde boy started to sizzle- emitting a blackish steam, as suddenly those very injuries stitched themselves shut completely. It was like he'd never been scathed in the first place

Seraph seemed unperturbed by this. To him it was merely a fancy technique. If only it were possible for his opponent to heal even his dwindled spiritual energy as he did himself, then perhaps, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't have been farfetched for him to be possibly seen as a threat. Sadly, the hollow was incapable of such feat, or at least that was the conjecture he'd reached after subjecting the hollow to scrutiny using both visuals and the unorthodox sense cultivated by most spritual entities-reikaku.

Suddenly, the hollow stepped his right foot forward, subsequented by his left one and so it continued at a gradual place, until it progressed into a speedy dart in Seraph's direction. The speed of the lunge itself had projected a whirlwind behind him that collapsed a sand dune/fissured the ground simultaneously. That said, he blurred out of view instantly-an act which caused a static noise to resonate.

Seraph maintained his apathetic stare whilst, in thought, attributing the hollow's flashy footwork to sonido. In about the same time duration as it would cost a person's eyelids to flicker, the hollow would arrive before Seraph with his dominant hand clenched (the clenching prompted the sound of cracking bones) and with that he aimed at directing a jab towards the latter's chin, all in a bid to propel him skywards. However, he wouldn't allow Seraph traverse midair beyond a split second before delivering a dropkick to his abdominal cavity, almost immediately instigating an explosion of bright red to bathe the said region-causing Seraph's plummet, if and only if impact had been a success.
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Post by Phantom-T » Mon May 29, 2017 12:04 pm

Squatted behind a marbled wall with his claws fumbling the dirt beneath his foot as his eyes gazes off ever so absently at his work of art. Was none other than Diego a Miles deprived of sight from birth .

Like every other natural occupant of Hueco Mundo, Diego was an Arrancar one which had only risen to the evolutionary stage of an Adjuchas a point were the concept of power becomes clear to the primitive categories of hollows.

The creature adorned with sharp wolfish claws, a Komodo like tail and a mask befitting that of an owl, would appear alone and settled behind the lounge entrance door. With his demeanor, ever so subtle as he continues his absent-minded excuse for an art.

Earlier today, Diego had made a conviction to socialize himself with his kind. A decision not easily made, especially for he who preferred solitude to companionship. Like others he had picked the lounge for this special occasion and had expected to formally introduce himself to the crew, especially to the higher seated officers who he sorts to trample over one day.

However, his timing couldn’t have been badly placed. Seeing as today, was also a day all hell decide to break loose. A situation which normally occurs when creatures from the sky stear too close to the barren lands of Hueco.

He had earlier made his way here with energy and enthusiasm beaming through him, but all that came crashing down the moment an over whelming Riatsu belonging to the Espada threatened to cripple his existence. A rage let lose in contempt, a feeling of betrayal, one which Diego could read so well giving the event of his shady past. Like a beast still influenced by his animal Instincts’, He had decided to wait it out and see what happens next.

And by simply assuming a squatting position with his senses geared towards the happening in the lounge Diego observed the unfolding events, ease dropping as if he were a spy.

Attuned to his subconscious and in respect to the situation at hand a question quickly came to mind “what do I do to the man who had betrayed my trust?” A question up until now he didn’t know he wanted an answer to and as it stood only the Espada could provide that with her actions.

However as quickly as it had escalated the situation died back down. "What was it then?" the hollow wondered ever so silently, "was she too injured to exert judgment on her perpetrator or was it all an act”. Disappointed by the turn of event the moderately built creature, 6ft tall would immediately stop his idle fumble and stand to his feet.

With a little glance at the entrance to the lounge, Diego would heave a sigh of regret, before returning his hand to the back of his head. Strolling off, down the hallway as if nothing had happened.

Maybe not today but time would come when he eventually gets to meet everyone. For now his place was outside these walls in the clear sands. He would conclude.
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The crescent shaped whitish moon glint it's luminimum like it was shying away from the earth. It's light reflected back and forth for a while over Las Nachos. Never in history has this sudden change in nature ever occurred. It was as though it was having a fight with sun laminating from it's far rear. At that time, it was already light out within the kingdom cemetery and never should an unknown creature be found crawling the walls for their last breath is said to be estimated.


Be it the eye of a living anatomy, a creature woke up in an unforeseen manner. For close to an hour, it was unknown to him if it was actually day or night.
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Post by Asano » Thu Sep 28, 2017 12:36 pm

The swishing sound of a Shunpo could be heard echoing through the Castle Halls. The sounds came one after another in a rhythmic pattern. By the hurried pacing, it seemed as if someone was making a mad dash for the White Sand Sea lounge. The moves were deliberate, confident, as if they had known exactly where they were going. Before long the destination was on the horizon.

”Akino Emi, Seventh Division Recruit. Mission Start!”

The invading soul burst through the doors and immediate fell to the floor, huffing and panting. All the running about tired her out. A drink would’ve been nice, but it seemed no one was around to get one for her. Realizing this, Emi sprang back to her feet and headed for the bar. The place was pretty lavish, completely the opposite of stink hole she called home and a Division. She couldn’t help but wonder if Arrancar had truly lived there, or if she had gotten lost in some part of the Seireitei. Shaking off the thought, she slipped behind the bar, she reached for a glass and poured herself some water.

”Mission complete, I guess... would have been nice to see somebody, but I guess it’s for the better. I still get to live, which is a plus. Oh well, hope they don’t mind me resting here for a bit, I’m exhausted.”

Emi headed over to one of the many vacant seats and pulled up a chair at a near by table. She leaned down and plopped her head down with an exasperated sigh. The first mission was nothing like she had expected. The division leadership had no respect for her, no faith in her abilities, or any concern for her feelings. Emi wasn’t stupid, she knew the mission was only an excuse to get out of their hair. And yet, she followed instructions to the letter in the hopes that by completing every menial task she was sent to do, she’d one day earn the respect she deserved and receive proper training.

It would come in a blur, and seek to lay waste to them all.
In a flash, the beast sought to let loose a calamity crafted by its own hands.
Its sole purpose to leave nothing but charred remains and ash...


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Post by SlimJellal » Sun Oct 01, 2017 11:30 pm

Moving through the halls at a slow but steady pace, Reiji Tsukane was elegantly dressed in a high collared full body outfit, his attire was one which lacked sleeves, blue like the sky and flowed down to his ankles, almost covering his dark green sandal, he was putting on his usual orange headband and was wearing another one of his own hand made hand bands which had the 7 colors of the rainbow. Looking at the figure who was over 6Ft tall, one word would easily come to mind……… colourful. Tsukane was by far one of the strangest individual one would come across even in a dimension of beasts, his plain white eyes which lacked any visible Iris coupled with his colored outfit, his massive height and lean built figure made him a strange thing to see. However all that didn't matter to him as he was making his way through the halls and into a bar, the White Sea Lounge. He was only there to have a quiet time, time alone with alcohol.

     Getting to the entrance of his destination which was an area of entertainment and relaxation meant for all members of Las Noche, Tsukane was glad he finally decided to visit the place for the first time after getting in and seeing the beauty of the place, knowing what he came here for was not Fun but Wine, Tsukane makes his way to the bar for he's heard about their exotic wines from the others who visit the place often and thought it was time he tried it himself. Getting into the room which was decorated and stylish to say the least, the lighting was dim and was ideal for such a place, the room was spacious and filled with chairs, a bar which was fully stocked amongst others. Tsukane had almost already started hating the idea of coming here after seeing someone else already In, a female at that but he didn't let that stop him as he took a seat beside her and signaled for a drink, saying absolutely nothing to her, he silently clenched his left hand into a fist because he didn't want to act against a shinigami.
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Post by Asano » Mon Oct 02, 2017 5:32 pm

Instinctively Emi scooted away the instant the Arrancar sat next to her.

”N-not to be rude or anything.” She said nervously. ”I’m s-sure you’re a nice...” she eyed the Arrancar, taking careful note of his features then continued. “...whatever you are, but you sat awfully close, didn’t ask, or even bother to say much of anything really.”

She stood and bowed politely.

”Akino Emi, Seventh Division Recruit. It’s odd being so polite and formal with what I spent my whole life believing was the enemy.”

For her, it was an especially hard pill to swallow. Some of her earliest brush-ins with pain were by the hands of Hollow, but here and now, she was forced to treat them like friends. Her blood boiled, her stomach churned, and her eyes narrowed. Everything inside of her wanted to lash out right here and now. It wouldn’t be much, and it was likely she would be killed in the process, but it would’ve been a way for her to make good on the memories of her fallen friends. Begrudgingly she abstained.

”Ah sorry! I- I didn’t mean for that to sound the way that it did. It’s just... the academy tells us that— nevermind. I’m sure you’re a very...nice... person. Anyway I was sent here on a series of missions. Since someone came here, I can now start my second mission. W-would you...”

She hesitated. Emi’s brow furrowed, her lips scrunched up almost as if she was about to bit them off. She took her left hand into her right and squeezed it tightly, desperately hoping to keep herself calm and collected. Miraculously despite the inner turmoil, her chipper demeanor remained unbroken as she spoke.

”....would you like to be friends with me?”

It would come in a blur, and seek to lay waste to them all.
In a flash, the beast sought to let loose a calamity crafted by its own hands.
Its sole purpose to leave nothing but charred remains and ash...


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Post by SlimJellal » Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:09 pm

The moment Tsukane took his seat, the little girly shinigami beside him moved away, wether out of reflex, fear or otherwise Tsukane didn't care about the reason but only about the outcome. He listens carefully as she began to speak but showcased neither emotions nor concern as he sips on his newly brought wine but from the first few sentences it was clear the shinigami was a naive and clueless individual.

The more she tried to explain her situation, the more infuriated Tsukane became but his plain white eyes concealed everything and at the end of her attempt to make common sense, Tsukane decided to speak up and he started with a very strange question. Where's your Ice Cream and Lollipop little girl? he asked as he turned his head towards her direction and proceeds to speak further. You want to make friends with a Hollow? Did you hit your head before coming here? The only reason I haven't attacked you right now is cause my superiors would not want pointless bloodshed at the lounge, this place is meant for relaxation and not a battlefield hence the only reason your head is still attached to the rest of your body, now do not misunderstand the fact that you still being alive is a yardstick for you to utter nonsense because if we are to meet at a separate location, you would not spend this much time being alive

Tsukane went back to his drink, not caring how the woman felt after such a harsh reply from himself, the mere fact that she bowed her head to him annoyed him even further
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Post by Asano » Sun Oct 08, 2017 11:45 pm

Emi’s eyes narrowed and in that instant, her entire attitude changed.

”Look, I don’t appreciate you talking down to me like some child, and worse, undermined. I’ve been through too much to continue to get treated like I’m less than what I am. I try my best to remain upbeat, and positive but that, what you just did makes it hard.”

Emi inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and then exhaled. She waited a short moment before drawing her breath again and opening her eyes. Emi needed a moment to calm herself down before speaking any further. This situation was delicate. Not just for the sake of the mission, but for her endgame as well. Treading lightly was absolutely key here, and messing up now was not a mistake she could make.

”Look, I’m not asking because I want to sit and play tea party. Also, I wouldn’t be asking to be friend with...one of you, if there wasn’t anything too it. I’m only following orders right now, but it doesn’t have to be this way. My Captain said to attempt to befriend the Arrancar as that could lead to a strong alliance between your kind and ours. The type of alliance that would keep both us, and you from being completely wipe out of the Quincy ever return.

But, it doesn’t have to be like that. Forcing a relationship, an alliance like this could make that bond weak. If something genuine were to occur, then we both stand to gain from it. I’m setting aside a lot of feelings just to remain civilized here, because my goals are much bigger than my own feelings. I would appreciate if you did the same and sincerely consider my offer. You don’t have to say yes, but at least have the decency to take me seriously.”


After that Emi fell silent.

It would come in a blur, and seek to lay waste to them all.
In a flash, the beast sought to let loose a calamity crafted by its own hands.
Its sole purpose to leave nothing but charred remains and ash...


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Post by platinum6ix » Wed Oct 11, 2017 9:51 am

Back at Las Noches was a mask-less, silver haired figure resting on a no man's crib in a dauntless quietude. His state of tranquillity was of no anarchy until that which clouded his state of mind – the presence of multiple reitsu signatures present at the lounge. Including that which is strange and unfamiliar. Talk about sound signals coming from one of the most quiet cemeteries. Whom or what is amenable for the nauseous ceremony must be an unusual guest; at least that what he thought.


It was at that time Armani almost gave up his state of reduced consciousness that his slumber was disorientated. With his dexterity in reitsu awareness, this wunderkind could already count the number of few persons at the leisure room. As he rendered himself immobile while being relaxed in a reclined position on the soft furniture, a slight frown masked his face. With the aid of both arms, he elevated his upper body only to find the doors of his chamber completely wide open.

“Well, that unfolds everything,”

He spoke inaudibly to himself. In a slow pace, the humanoid figure whose full name goes by Armani Versace rose from the flat furniture in a monosyllabic manner; looking all in one piece like he was never disturbed in the first place. He appeared in nothing but a dark black legging covering a potion ranging from his waist to his ankle. At the very least, if all things under this thoughts were true, it ought to take a while before the lounge calm before the storm.
The inner walls of his chamber was completely coated in gold medal color. It's metallic gross utterly matched the black flooring.


Be it sonido, Armani grabbed unto his prudish clothing, and in a matter of blinks he appeared in his complete attire. From the rear window of his quarter, the gentle breeze rustled his white, full-body kimono bearing a pattern of six black symbol of sigil around a high collar.
Beneath his bosom was a necklace also made of six black sigil similar to some sort of ancient religious druid praying beads. On the rear of his kimono is a larger, black sigil with a pattern of nine triangles arranged in three rows of three beneath it.


Daylight was never far fetched as a great tempest of wind rose, waving his waist length hair. He's the type who let no meaningless or pitiful emotion flood his consciousness. It's illfare to already figure out that his rough conduct is consenting to sacrifice an ally to achieve a personal or associative goal without thinking twice.


In spit of his brutal behavior, he's forever calm; as loud as a whisper, as silent as a lion's roar. This innate charisma has endowed him to take control of his surrounding and to handle any shed task which most would consider grievous. Underneath his sleeve is a figurative killing intent, a habit of stabbing his victims at the heart with zero conscious thought. Whether he's vigilant of it or not is practically anonymous.


As Armani craved his path to the lounge, he walked on heavy steps as anyone within the hallway could hear the cry of his quiet shoes. However, moving his foot continuously was just tiring.

“Feed upon this world, Nemesis!”

Abruptly, there was a burst of platinum coloured spiritual energy with Armani possessing a different form. A 6ft rift having an absolute lack of light became visible right in front of him. Just as he walked through the grandiose entrance, a similar rift revealed itself at the center of the true lounge with the foot of a pale white daimon exposed.
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Post by SlimJellal » Wed Oct 11, 2017 3:41 pm

Asano wrote:
Sun Oct 08, 2017 11:45 pm
Emi’s eyes narrowed and in that instant, her entire attitude changed.

”Look, I don’t appreciate you talking down to me like some child, and worse, undermined. I’ve been through too much to continue to get treated like I’m less than what I am. I try my best to remain upbeat, and positive but that, what you just did makes it hard.”

Emi inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and then exhaled. She waited a short moment before drawing her breath again and opening her eyes. Emi needed a moment to calm herself down before speaking any further. This situation was delicate. Not just for the sake of the mission, but for her endgame as well. Treading lightly was absolutely key here, and messing up now was not a mistake she could make.

”Look, I’m not asking because I want to sit and play tea party. Also, I wouldn’t be asking to be friend with...one of you, if there wasn’t anything too it. I’m only following orders right now, but it doesn’t have to be this way. My Captain said to attempt to befriend the Arrancar as that could lead to a strong alliance between your kind and ours. The type of alliance that would keep both us, and you from being completely wipe out of the Quincy ever return.

But, it doesn’t have to be like that. Forcing a relationship, an alliance like this could make that bond weak. If something genuine were to occur, then we both stand to gain from it. I’m setting aside a lot of feelings just to remain civilized here, because my goals are much bigger than my own feelings. I would appreciate if you did the same and sincerely consider my offer. You don’t have to say yes, but at least have the decency to take me seriously.”


After that Emi fell silent.



Tsukane smirked as the attitude and demeanor of the little shinigami changed entirely and he signalled for a bottle to be passed to him while he continued to sip on what was left in his cup with his focus still on what the little girl was rambling about. She caught the attention of Tsukane after the word "QUINCY" was uttered and the smirk disappeared completely like it never existed and there was a Just reason for that. The QUINCY race was a race so dominant they were always above shinigami and Hollow alike, there was a clear difference and gap between the Quincy and every other race to the point it takes a high seated officer of the shinigami or Hollow race to even stand up to an average Quincy soldat. But the sudden disappearance of the entire race brought an opportunity for the shinigami and Hollow race to struggle for dominance over the other.



Tsukane was still in thought when the bottle he requested for was brought before him, he was thinking about how dominant the Quincy race was above all others and after how rudely the shinigami talked back at him, he wanted to assert his own dominance over her and in the same moment he concluded on his thoughts he vanished out of sight in a short burst of Sonido to cover what little distance was there between him and the little girl with the bottle held firmly in with his right hand and he proceeds to grab her by her neck with his left hand and lift her off the ground with his superior strength, and should his attempt be successful he would smash the bottle right on the side of her face while saying Look you little girl, I only talked that way to you because I know I have the strength to back myself up should the need come for it, now do not mistake what I said earlier for weakness because should I cause harm to you no one, and i mean no one would question me
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Post by Asano » Wed Oct 11, 2017 10:49 pm

”Little girl, I am not. I would appreciate if you stopped calling that!”

Her mood was quickly souring, the more than Arrancar spoke to her. There was no respect here, nor any respect back at home and the lack of it was really pressing her nevers nevertheless she kept her head, and begrudgingly swallowed her pride.

”Your peers would not question you if you hurt me. Even I wouldn’t question it much... it’s in your nature as an Arrancar. Yet, actions come with consequences. Striking me down would only sign your ruin. My Captain would burn this place to the ground with you and everyone else in it in retaliation. Both you and I know that there would be little you could do to stop him.

Harming me isn’t in your best interests, in fact, becoming an ally would suit you far more than being an enemy would. Given that truth, I now have leverage over you in this situation. So now my requests is no longer a request, and I am no longer asking you. Now, I am telling you. Be my friend, or face your destruction. It’s just that simple.”



Emi crosses her arms over her chest, confidence radiating from her ever pore.

”Just to really put the pressure on, you should know that I have to report back shortly. If I don’t, my Captain will assume I was attacked and probably killed here. He’ll arrive shortly after that and lay waste to you and everyone here. Of course, I could prevent that misfortunate event if you ally with me right here and now. Besides you would gain more than just having your life spared if you did.”

What she said wasn’t entirely true, but what she said wasn’t a total lie either. The first falsehood was the fact that Emi had never been officially sent on a mission to ally with the Arrancar. Rather, it was a scheme of her own creation. Having taken on a mission to eventually kill the Captain, she reasoned likely she couldn’t do so on her own. Just in case, having Arrancar friends acting as a contingency meant that ridding the world of Solus would become a more realistic goal.

What was true, was the fact that Solus couldn’t care any less about Emi or what she did. Yet, attacking her would not be tolerated in any capacity. Though in that case it would be less about avenging her, and more about taking the attack against one of his own as an excuse to do something he’s had always wanted to do. Exterminating the Arrancar and ridding Gotei of one of its more prominent threats was always an agenda Solus tried to push, but Central 46 always forbid any sort of war from breaking out regardless of how beneficial it would have been to eliminate, if not at the very least cripple their forces.

At the time there was a long established peace between Gotei and Las Noches Central 46 never wanted to be disrupted. Of course, Solus never agreed with their stance, reasoning that exerting their superior military might at every turn would severe as a great boon to them. Even the Quincy would have been hesitant to march against them had they done so. But Central 46 never saw it that way.

For Solus, acting alone would have meant unavoidable execution, but provided a valid enough reason, there would be nothing to bar the wolf from the slaughter. The law would inevitably side with him if Emi were attacked, or worse killed. In response, his unrestrained fury would be descend upon Hueco Mundo like a plague, spreading blackness and death for as far as he could reach. Emi sought to exploit this truth. Knowing her Captain’s thirst for battle and blood, and the Arrancar’s potential reluctance to summon the harbinger of mass chaos and destruction upon themselves provided Emi with a powerful bargaining chip. Side with her, or provoke the demon’s ire.

”So then, you have your choice. Choose wisely.”

It would come in a blur, and seek to lay waste to them all.
In a flash, the beast sought to let loose a calamity crafted by its own hands.
Its sole purpose to leave nothing but charred remains and ash...


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