{X} Follow the flow of waters down the mountain, starting at "The Wind God's Lake" nearby and ending at the "Misty Lake" near your destination.
Except she won't seem like a powerful Youkai; she's too polite.
But seriously guys and girls, the more omakes posted right now delays the update, a crime against life, so maybe wait until after Omicron posts the chapter before posting any more omakes?
My suggestion? Use the time this gives you to prof read and improve upon your works so you can get more of a bonus upon posting.
On the one hand, this is reasonable. On the other, it's funny enough to make up for it. Amusement has more value than a bit of EXP.My suggestion? Use the time this gives you to prof read and improve upon your works so you can get more of a bonus upon posting.
This, on the other hand, is completely true.But seriously guys and girls, the more omakes posted right now delays the update, a crime against life
But seriously guys and girls, the more omakes posted right now delays the update, a crime against life, so maybe wait until after Omicron posts the chapter before posting any more omakes?
My suggestion? Use the time this gives you to prof read and improve upon your works so you can get more of a bonus upon posting.
Ilforte no question. Back at the gala he was really interested in having Nemo make something for him, though for the aesthetic rather than the magic. Then during this mission Nemo interrupted his revenge to save her own life and nearly got him killed in the process.As for on whom we should bestow our La Marana gifts, maybe we can finally try to give poor Primera something that will let him not make everyone uneasy around him so he can also go make friends? That's what he joined LN for after all and that's what Cirucci wants too.
Fully agree, there. Ilforte needs something for putting up with us ruining his fight with Rukia.Ilforte no question. Back at the gala he was really interested in having Nemo make something for him, though for the aesthetic rather than the magic. Then during this mission Nemo interrupted his revenge to save her own life and nearly got him killed in the process.
She kind of owes him.
Whenever I try to think of ways to 'fix' bleach, that's one of the thing I inevitably drift towards.I would've loved for Ichigo to have used his "Vasto" form against Aizen instead of yet another powerup. Would've made the sting about beating Ulquiorra slightly less painful. Slightly.
It kinda got used against Yhwach for a little while.It was pretty fucking awesome, but it got ruined by how it wasn't even used later.
While Aizen's screeching about the power of science and the Hogyoku it created, Ichigo comes in, a creation borne of some seriously fucking weird genetics, and kicks his ass.It'd even make sense thematically about how Aizen was all about using the Hogyoku and then here goes Ichigo
But Aizen didn't screech about that. He bragged a lot about what he did (become a god), not how he got there. Your message also really sucks and is the same as the Incredibles': "Innate power is all that matters. If you got your powers through hard work and dedication instead of by being born with them, then you are doing something bad."While Aizen's screeching about the power of science and the Hogyoku it created, Ichigo comes in, a creation borne of some seriously fucking weird genetics, and kicks his ass.
Eh. The one horn look was pretty silly.
But Aizen didn't screech about that. He bragged a lot about what he did (become a god), not how he got there. Your message also really sucks and is the same as the Incredibles': "Innate power is all that matters. If you got your powers through hard work and dedication instead of by being born with them, then you are doing something bad."
I love it. Lilynette looks badass now, which was Nemo's goal and her own! Time will tell whether it has the intended impressive effect on the other Arrancars. Have 50 xp for this!
Also good! What a pose.Camellia already beat me to the punch, but....
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THE QUEEN OF SHADOWS================"Now, you must face me, Mistress of Trauma!"
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Well that's just sad. But moving. A glance at a dark future, uh? 25xp.Sooo I had a thought. Maybe it's from hearing the word 'Knight' in association with Nemo so much, but I liked the idea and image of her having a shield in her off-hand. Alas, Dorondi's ring did not win the relavant vote, and no shield for the moth. But then I thought of a different item that could be a shield and well...This resulted.
The Weight of Memories
Step, step, step, step.
nothing alive for miles around. no company save the footprints you leave in your wake.
...Such is the loneliness of Hueco Mundo...Memories begin to bubble forth, but before any specific recollections arise you return to your endless march.
And there are so many such memories, so many recollections, that would weigh you down, drag you down, until you finally finish collapsing under their weight.
So thus, you walk. To keep your mind numb to the despair that could so easily engulf you, now.
...If only you could do the same for the pain within, but...
Well, suffice it to say it doesn't matter. It wouldn't have...
Step, step, step, step, step, step, step, step. Ever forward.
Never stop walking, never stop moving, lest you be ensnared in the waiting vines, and never leave.
...Never leave...Just as he couldn't leave his home. Vines, Tentacles, Stories, Sashes...You made him that sash, and yet now?
Now it is around your waist. A useless memento. You should leave it behind, leave it in some lonely cliff somewhere.
It's not like...
Step, step, step, step. Keep going, don't stop just yet.
So many stories, a treasure trove of history, he might say. You still remember the tales he told you about, so long ago when...
Step, step, step, step. Did you walk around it yet? Or did you already pass it, leave it behind so far in the distance?
Wait, were you thinking of Las Noches, or the Salar de Luna?
...What's the point of asking? Step, step, step, step, step, step.
And in the end...
Step, step, step, step, step.
...But as heavy as the tales you've gather, heavy as the trailing sash behind you, you think...
Step, step, stop.
...Is always wondering if this would be the day. When someone took offense and did away with you. It's an old fear, in some ways a comfortable fear.
Perhaps even a fear that keeps you going, keeps you walking. But it also demands you watch, you probe, in a way that she...Never...
...step, step, step, step, step.
The pain will not stop, and neither can you. But perhaps someday you will stop. After all, 'All things in this world die. Mortals age, cities crumble to ruin, mountains erode down to dirt, even ghosts and spirits wither away.'
Maybe someday you will stop to think, and never start walking again. You have survived this long, but such a little thing you are, a little thing you always were.
Even if you can claim to rule this desert, even if kingship is eternal, the crown changes heads. At least his is the lightest item in your collection, unlike...
Step, step, step.
The heaviest though...
Step, stop.
...The heaviest item does not fit under your cloak. It cannot be concealed under your uniform. It is too large, too proud...
...You strapped it to your arm, because while you could scarcely bear to carry it, you would not even entertain the thought of leaving it behind...
You stare down at it. Some might mistake it for a shield-you've certainly used it as such.
Sometimes, in the heat of battle, when an opponent cannot even withstand your blows, feeble as they are now, it even spins...
In the golden shine of Golondrina, you stare at your reflection.
...You're such a mess. How long has it been-
You look straight ahead, and begin walking once again. You remember her words, from an argument so long ago, the reasoning that lead you to begin this endless march...
If only there was anything left, of any of those dreams from those days, that was more than mere memories.
This is funny, although not canon for a few reasons regarding Tatsuki's interactions with the Shinigami group. 25xp.Bloody Knuckle DiscourseTatsuki was getting closer to the cluster of lights ahead of her now, all situated close together in amongst some trees in the nearby wooded area. She couldn't decipher what exactly all the differences between the lights meant, supposedly she should be able to pick up details like how strong they were, or what they were, but she wasn't there yet. Not that she needed to be particularly. For this it was enough that she could pick up the fact that Ichigo was there.
Tatsuki had been meaning to do this for a while, pin him down somewhere he couldn't lie or distract and have this out with him. Technically speaking Inoue had kept just as much about all of this from her, all the same trying to protect her bull. But, uh. Somehow she couldn't find it in herself to blame her. Partially it was that Inoue was...kind of a bit out there, sort of all the time? Which she loved about her! But it did mean she maybe didn't think things the whole way through all the time. Mostly though...mostly it was that Orihime was her best friend. Inoue could stab her in the back and she still didn't think she'd be able to find it in herself to wish a single ill on her.
Ichigo though...him she was pissed at. They'd known each other since they were five, a hundred times she'd sent him squalling over the edge of the mat in practice. Years of watching him turn up at class all covered in dirt and splatters of blood because some wannabe gangster hoodlums had decided that jumping him was the best possible idea. Years and years they'd known each other, and the second he'd gotten involved in this he'd shut her out. He hadn't trusted her, hadn't understood that she'd have had his back.
There were the other two as well apparently. Yasutora and the sewing club kid. Couldn't blame the nerd, it's not like they even knew each other so he didn't owe her anything. Sado...he was so quiet that she'd couldn't rule out that he actually had told her everything, about Reapers and Hollows and she just hadn't heard him. For someone that tall he sure slipped into the background easy. Besides, Sado was sensitive. Getting into an argument with him would leave her feeling like she'd just kicked a puppy. A puppy that Inoue was holding a special award show for.
So, with all of that, she was here now. She was going to confront Ichigo, explain how pissed and hurt she was, and make him promise not to pull this shit again. And probably buy her soda for the next month to make up for it. As she stepped into the clearing she saw all of them, most lounging on the grass. There was some white-haired kid slouched against a tree looking like he was trying to beat out Ichigo's frowning record. There was a black-haired girl sat demurely in the centre who looked...way, way too familiar for someone she didn't think she knew. A guy with more vibrant hair than Ichigo and some honestly pretty nice tattoos. There was a pair sat together, some bald lout holding what looked to be an actual sake gourd sat next to an obscenely pretty boy. There was another woman there who...who Chizuru could not be allowed to meet under any circumstances. They might have spent most of their time together bickering and with Tatsuki protecting Inoue from her, but she still didn't want Chizuru to die of blood loss or anything. Even if she'd probably say that that was the way she wanted to go.
And there was Ichigo, legs folded sitting all serious and scowl-faced as usual. Someone was yelling something about gritting teeth and then...
And there was Ichigo tumbling through the air and plowing a trench through the ground and coming to rest up against a tree. The part of him that wasn't buried in the ground.
Tatsuki froze for a few moments before her gaze slid down to her extended fist. Damn it. She'd come here to talk about things.
The Reapers around the clearing were looking at her but didn't seem to be particularly angry. Six pairs of eyes looking at her she began to feel very awkward indeed. A hand rose involuntarily to scratch the back of her head.
"Uh...Sorry?"
The black haired girl who was tripping more deja vu by the second just snorted and waved a hand airily before replying.
"I have nothing but sympathy for anyone who wants to punch Ichigo. He could probably do with more people knocking sense into him."
"I didn't really...mean to do that. I came here to pay Ichigo a beating."
There was a second or two as Tatsuki parsed what exactly she just said before blushing and correcting herself.
"A conversation! I meant a conversation! Not a beating!"
The bald guy nodded emphatically once before speaking.
"A beating-conversation. No need to explain, we know how it is! And to think people thought the human world was uncultured! Just like home, hey Yumichikka?"
The pretty guy next to him carefully tucked a few strands of hair behind his ear before responding.
"It isn't all bad I suppose."
The white haired kid was muttering something to himself in a clearly audible not-whisper.
"I swear, if Eleven tries to start up a human auxiliary..."
Largely ignored where he was wedged into the ground, Ichigo's legs were twitching erratically.
((I had been planning on getting commentary megapost done before this, but oh well, this is what was coming easier so here it is.))
Poor, poor Ishida. And he's so right! So right. 25xp.Number None Abridged Cut Scenes: Ishida Loses It
The pressure of all the combined sources of reiatsu hammers at you, but you can bear it. You close your third eye to the beast fighting the ice storm itself, and turn your face towards your foes. Rising up into the air, a ball of grey light begins to glow between your horns. The faces looking up at you are scared, but resolute.
And thus it comes as quite a surprise when the white-clothed boy who was meant to be fighting Tesla runs between you, making a T-gesture with his hands.
"Okay! Okay! Time out! Time out, people!" he shouts.
"What is it, Ishida?" asks Orihime.
"I have had just about enough of this power escalation!" the boy Ishida snaps. "Do you remember how it used to be?"
"Uh?" says Tatsuki. "No. Because none of you told me anything."
"Well, that giant gillian who invaded? That was pretty scary! It was a massive step up! None of us expected it to happen! And even Ichigo, after pulling a massive power-up out of his orange spikey butt..."
"Hey!" Ichigo shouts down, mid-fight with Cirucci.
"You know it to be true!" Ishida retorts. "It keeps on happening! I have to believe your hair is orange and spiky because there is so much bullshit power crammed inside you that it stands on end like you're touching a static electricity thing! Where was I?"
You honestly don't know. This isn't making much sense to you, and anyway he was meant to be fighting Tesla.
"Yes, it is most impolite to abandon our fight," Tesla agrees.
"This is important! Oh yes! Bullshit escalation!" Ishida continues. He stomps on a discarded can for emphasis, the rain slicking his hair and soaking his white clothes. "That giant gillian was super scary! Even Ichigo after a big power up couldn't kill it, just make it run away! That was a big threat, but at least it looked like something that was meant to be big and scary and powerful."
You frown. Gillians are big, but they're not really scary or powerful.
"Exactly! And look where we've got to now! This tiny and rather fashionable arrancar who's even shorter than Tatsuki - and that's saying something..."
"I will punch you as hard as I can if you make any jokes about my height," Tatsuki says. "Stop getting in the way of my fight!"
"Please don't punch me, you will literally kill me." Ishida takes a deep breath. "This tiny arrancar! So tiny! So harmless looking! She's casually pulling out a beam that'd probably one-shot that gillian! And which would have turned us all into greasy jam smears if she'd been the one who showed up then..."
You point out that actually, this is you pulling your blows.
"That is it!" Ishida snaps. "That's it! I'm going on strike until people sign some kind of arms control treaty to stop this escalation! Who's with me?"
Unfortunately, at that point Tesla hits him because he didn't want him him to run out on their fight. Ishida hits the nearest wall and slides down it, making a faint squeaking noise and leaving a trail of blood.
"Hey," Ichigo says, scowling down at Tesla from the middle of his far more interesting and dramatic battle with Cirucci. "Not cool. Once I'm done here, I'm coming for you. I think you're breaking the rules of pretty boy fighting by messing up the face of our pretty boy."
"Sorry, sorry sorry sorry," Orihime says to you, making the same time-out gesture. "I have to make sure Ishida doesn't die! Can you keep on fighting Ururu and Tatsuki while I'm busy? Or, even better, can you three just stay riiiiiiiiiiiight where you are? Like, none of you move a centimetre. Just pretend you're playing that game where you're all statues and you have to stay still or you lose! I'll be back in just a moment!"
You look at Ururu and Tatsuki, and shrug. It's fine by you.
I really like this, actually, and I miss writing more Esmeralda stuff. I'll make it canon. Have 50xp.Well then, have an Esmeralda Omake:
-Meanwhile, with the side characters-
Life has been... good, recently. The more time you spend in the living world, with living friends like Riruka who treat you practically normally... well, you've honestly had a few moments where you could pretend you were actually alive again. It certainly helps that you don't have any spiritual pressure marking you as a hollow, and that even your mask doesn't give you away now, thanks to Nemo's gift. You move a hand up to brush against the veil covering your face, lacy and nearly invisible, for all that it covers the same area as your mask once had. With the clothes that Riruka's made sure you tend to wear, it simply looks like a part of your fashion, rather than anything deeper.
It's a good thing, considering that you've actually run into a few Shinigami recently. They walked right past you, paying you no more attention than they would any other living human. You were tempted to try approaching one of them, even, who you spotted when you were out and about a bit further from the base. Short, with black hair that was a similar length, and an innate sort of grace to her steps, she oddly made you think of Nemo for a moment. Not the frightened, scared little moth she'd been for so long, but the Nemo who could casually pretend not to be suffering from painful internal injuries without giving a sign of them while she took her tea.
The hair was different, and obviously the Shinigami didn't wear a mask, but there had still been a feeling of familiarity to it all the same. You didn't approach her, of course – it would have been foolishness at the best. Even if the Shinigami didn't realize you were a hollow, if she thought you were a plus, she'd try to send you on. You're not sure what that would even do to you, really, but if it didn't work, for all you know, that would be enough to let her know the truth about what you were.
No, it would be far, far too dangerous, and it wouldn't really serve any purpose. Probably. Other than maybe being able to have someone keeping you a bit more in the loop of things, which at the moment, you'd probably appreciate.
You're standing outside right now, on the top of the fullbringer's meeting place, staring up at the sky. You hadn't been able to feel anything, of course, but the others had, and you'd have to be physically blind to miss the sudden storm and the giant ice dragons appearing in the distance. Kukkapuro was, of course, barking up a storm... at the storm, growling down on the railing below while Riruka scratched behind his ears. It's all a bit closer than you're honestly comfortable with, even if it's far enough away that you're mostly confident that none of the fighting should spill close enough to affect you.
You don't even know why you're watching, given that you can't make out a single shinigami or hollow in the sky, or track anything in the battle from spiritual pressures. The others at least have that as an excuse, and all of them could react faster than you to warn you if something started coming your way, whether you're inside or out. Still, you find yourself compelled to watch, flinching slightly at the sudden bolts of lighting striking rapidly in succession. The distant thunder rumbles over you like a tidal wave when it hits, near deafening despite how far it had to travel, and you can't help but wonder what ordinary humans looking up there were seeing and thinking.
The storm was real, and had come out of no where, and the sudden giant wave of ice? It had absorbed the rain into it just before it came. Yet, of course, it was a spiritual attack of some sort, and humans without any sensitivity couldn't see those. Had they actually seen the sudden avalanche of ice and snow appear from the sky, hanging for a second before rushing in defiance to gravity at an angle? Had they seen the rain stop, reverse, and freeze to form it? Or had there just been a sudden lull in the rain, and then the crash of trees breaking under the weight of now invisible spiritually infused ice?
No matter what it was, you're fairly sure that people will be talking about it and discussing it, with the news trying to find ways to explain it away.
You worry, for a moment, about your one real friend back among Hollows, fingering her gift to you again. But, you reassure yourself, even if she's grown more confident, you're sure that she wouldn't be caught dead in the middle of such a mess. She's always been more prone to avoid fights when she could, to hide and scuttle about under the notice of the powerful before. So... even if she's ended up in the company of one of those very powers she once avoided, you're sure she would be smart enough to stay far, far away from any situation where that much power was being thrown around without a care.
...Right?
Somehow, remembering the wounds she got, and how she had tried to hide them, you can't really say for sure that she wouldn't have managed to get herself dragged into exactly that sort of situation. Frowning, you finally slip forward and down the roof, to where the rest of your friends are; the ones you only have thanks to Nemo introducing you to them, when she brought you away from Las Noches.
You've grown more comfortable with most of them, and they with you, but it's still Riruka that you instinctively go to first, tugging at her sleeve. The redhead turns to glance at you, a question in her face, while nearby, Ginjo tilted himself against the rail, letting him watch the fight while keeping an eye on you.
You take a moment, before nodding back over at the fight. "Do you think... that we should do anything?" you ask.
"Why?" Riruka returned with, looking honestly confused at the question. "It's not like we have any stakes here, and personally, I'd rather not go get my clothes soaked in that storm."
"I think," Ginjo interrupted, "that she's worried about that other friend of her's. The moth, right?"
You nod, feeling a bit silly even as Riruka's eyes widen slightly in realization. Ginjo continues with an easy going smile, and a calm voice.
"Look, it's natural to worry about your friends with something happens. But the odds are that your friend is back home, rather than the front lines. She's got that magic weaving thing that let her help with your mask, right? Talents like those are valuable enough that you don't risk them for something dumb. So either she's honestly gotten strong enough that part of that mess," he waves over at the storm, "is her doing, and she's one of that Aizen guy's top fighters now... or she's back safe at home, making gear that will give them all an edge against the Shinigami. Which one seems more likely?"
You sigh out, feeling even more silly. He's right, of course, and you give him a small smile in return, even as Riruka throws her arm around your shoulder, leaning against you.
"Yeah, listen to him – she's cute and smart, so she's probably perfectly safe. Now, how about we go inside? I'm pretty sure that that rain's going to reach us before too much longer, and I don't really want my dress getting soaked."
Feeling a little more confident, you agree, though you turn back one last time to look at the storm. Just in case, you offer up a small wish that Nemo really is keeping herself safe.
...I did not expect the Tiger DojoAnd now, it's time for a decisively non-canon omake. Also, I don't write fight scenes much, so apologies if it's not quite as good as I'd hope. But I just had this fun thought of "What would have happened if Yumichika had decided to try fighting Nemo here?" That, and I felt like writing from the point of view of someone fighting our horror moth, to see if I could capture some of the feel for what it might be like on the other side against her. Enjoy.
-No good choices-
The wave of spiritual pressure had been nearly suffocating, when the hollows announced themselves and made their challenge. It had swept through the entire city, strong enough to make the purely natural glass in the buildings shake and vibrate, echoing the spiritual howl with a faint physical hum. Anyone sane would have likely run if they weren't a captain, or at least a lieutenant.
However, no one had ever accused the 11th division of being sane.
Yumichika Ayasegawa's smile was, in his own opinion, more restrained and refined than Ikkaku's own grin of anticipation as they flash stepped up through the air. It didn't change the fact that he was grinning in anticipation, wondering just who he'd get to fight this time. Comparatively, Hitsugaya wore his standard scowl of course, while Matsumoto-san was doing her best to ruin her looks by matching her captain, scowl for scowl. Well, that was the difference between the 10th and the 11th, he supposed; not everyone knew how to appreciate the finer things in life.
The Hollows were finally coming into view, three of them splitting off to the side and flashing away with their own bastardized equivalent to Shunpo... but one of them, he noticed, was lagging behind. And then he met her eyes. Familiarity tingled in the back of his head for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder why... before recognition dawned.
He had fought that one before, quite some time back - and she'd gotten away. As if that wasn't enough of a personal affront to him, she'd seen the true form of his Zanpakuto and lived. Well, he had a chance to correct that, now didn't he? Plus, he knew that she wasn't much of a fighter - tricky to pin down and quick to escape, but she was the sort who'd be annoying if she was darting around while you were fighting an actual threat.
"Pardon," he called to the others, "but I think I should go after that straggler on their side. See if I can't find out what their objective is this time. It shouldn't take me long. Save a fight for me when I'm done?"
Hitsugaya nearly stumbled in his air-step, glaring back, but his order to stay in formation was lost with Ikkaku's boisterous laughter. Lacking fashion or not, he was useful sometimes. "Go ahead," he shouted back, "we'll keep the rest busy. 'Sides, I think I recognize it from the briefings as the bug that was playing thief before. Better to deal with it quick, right?"
The 10th division's captain cut off his retort, seeming to actually consider that last bit of information. "...Fine. Having further intelligence stolen at this point could be catastrophic, and knowing their goals will give us the advantage. I'll hold the line against the extra fighters until you're able to assist-" with that, Yumichika was already flashing to the side, alighting softly on platforms of reishi in the air and kicking off towards the retreating figure.
She turned back to look at him with a momentary flicker of surprise on her face, fear passing through her eyes in remembrance of previous trauma, and then he was on her, swinging his zanpakuto, already released into its many sickle bladed form. It cut through the air, and the hollow's eyes widened before a flash step took her back out of range, stumbling and only just firming the reishi platform under her feet. He was already following, twisting in midair to cut down at her with his blades. Too easy.
His blade met hers, the remaining three slamming down one after another, and her arm shook under the impacts. Oddly, she managed to hold the block, even though he could see that she was already straining. He'd be impressed, if her stance wasn't so horrible, and if he hadn't already had his leg moving in a perfect arc to slam into her gut.
The impact sunk into her, his leg protesting against the barrier of her arrancar toughness, before the resistance gave. The blow knocked her spinning back, and he alighted on his platform with ease and grace, starting to move again already as she skidded to a stop, coughing blood. "My, have you actually gotten even weaker than before?" he taunted. "Well, at the very least, you can be helpful and take the secret of my sword with you."
He appeared behind her as gray light built between her mask's antennae suddenly, his sword already swinging for her neck as he allowed himself a fleeting sense of pride in his flawless execution. She wouldn't have time to change the aim of her cero-
A howling moan washed over him as the light flowed over her entire body in an instant, not having taken anywhere near as long to charge as he had expected, and more than that, not firing as a beam ahead of her. Rather, it formed a shell around her, a chrysalis of corrosive power that met his sword's blade, before exploding.
Pressure slammed into him, knocking him flying back as his sword was torn from his hand. Eyes wide, he flared his own spiritual energy against the onrush of energy, blunting it, but even so, he could feel the give of his ribs that had snapped, the burning of his skin over his chest and arms. He had barely gotten the one up to protect his face!
The wave slowed, and he staggered as he scrambled to get his energy together under him, forming his platform with far less finesse than before. He nearly collapsed to one knee as he did so, quickly looking up to try to find his opponent...
All around him specters drifted. Pale, ghostly images of tortured hollows flowed through a gray mist while the eyes of fourth division members he'd slapped stared at him accusingly. And between them, the writhing forms of souls being hollified as he had watched on, waiting for a battle with them. They whispered in his ears, accusations flowing as power slammed down on him. Shadows twisted between the specters, shapes forming to leap at him, to draw a blade at him, to fire shots at him that vanished like smoke.
He jerked to the side from one blade of shadow, stumbled back from a stream of darkness and mist that flowed in front of him, and spun to try to block something that wasn't even there with his arm. Wild eyed and breathing hard, he forced himself to try to calm, stepping back. He couldn't see his target, and her spiritual energy was pressing down on him from all over. How was she so powerful, all of a sudden? He finally managed to find where the energy was emanating from, turning towards it as he groped against his sheath.
Right, her previous attack had managed to disarm him. He would never live that down with Ikkaku if he found out. Still, he wasn't defenseless. His face set in a determined caste, hiding his pain, and he gathered his power in a hand, fire igniting without even a chant. Without anyone to see him, he could use Kido without worrying about what the rest of the division would think! He felt a creeping sense of dread, a desire to flee. He forced it away, shutting out the condemnations of the specters around him. He wouldn't lose to some ugly trick.
The power swelled, shadows pulling in towards it as the mists parted before him, and he launched the first fireball forward, dashing after it with his fists clenched as he prepared to use the brief flare of light to pummel the hollow in close quarters. He already knew that she was fragile, and if he didn't give her a chance to use that weird cero of hers again, he could execute her quickly.
The power crested, and he finally got a look at his target, just a second too late to react. Shadows danced around her head in a crown, and a pitch black orb sat atop of it. Her face was as much a mask as the bone covering it - impassive, uncaring, unimpressed and unconcerned. The look in her eyes was simple: he was nothing. His fire seemed to slow against the weight of her spiritual pressure, and then the Gran Rey Cero was fired.
The wave of pressure cracked his bones and killed his charge, feeling like he'd slammed full speed into a wall, before the actual attack followed. Blackness engulfed him, and the world vanished. In the darkness, the voices and murmurings from the mist were back. Yet here, they were a chorus, calling for his blood. Hands gripped him and pulled him back, his skin tearing under them as it burned away under the impossible destructive force. Bones broke and shattered, turning to dust, and blood boiled and vaporized. The last thing he knew before the darkness took him completely, was the feeling of the sea of damned, hateful souls yanking at the core of his soul, forcing him to his crumbling knees in front of a throne of darkness.
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The battle had been going poorly. Though one of the Hollows had decided to go chase butterflies rather than fighting, and the blue haired maniac had demanded that no one interfere with his fight against Toshiro, he didn't need the help. And just because he had been told not to interfere with the fights directly didn't mean that the boyish looking Arrancar hadn't been interfering in more subtle ways.
His presence and the pressure of his energy were enough on their own to constantly have the three shinigami stumbling to try to react to the perceived threat of the spikes in Reiryoku, missing openings or failing to block. Already, Matsumoto had needed to break off from her fight, retreating back to reach her captain, and Hitsugaya had shouted for Ikkaku to form up with him as well as he released his Bankai.
Naturally, the boyish Arrancar had flashed between them, forcing Toshiro to focus most of his efforts on protecting Matsumoto and himself from the two strongest threats... and unable to properly react beyond shouting as the captain saw Ikkaku dashing towards the distant cloud of mist and darkness. An ominous pressure was spilling from it, building to levels that left no uncertainty that things had gone horribly, horribly wrong over there, but charging in at a time like this was the worst thing he could do-
The blast that suddenly struck from the cloud seemed to make the entire world go dark for a moment. The sun retreated from the shadows, eclipsed by a spiritual pressure seeped in darkness, and the Gran Rey Cero slammed into and engulfed the bald warrior. Even out of the attack's area of impact, Toshiro and Matsumoto both were forced to use a bit of their power to resist being blown backwards, and the creeping paranoia that had somehow latched onto them both had their attention fully on it for a moment of shock as two of their members died at once. And that was when the remaining Hollows attacked, striking without mercy at enemies who had taken their eyes off of the battle. A blow struck the captain on the back of his head, and blackness swallowed him into an uneasy unconsciousness.
The last words he heard as he slipped under were the younger looking hollow's satisfied sounding voice. "Well, if one substitute captured would be good for the plan, what's a captain and a lieutenant along with him? If nothing else, I'm sure Aizen will have some idea for these two. Now... What's say you and I go crash Cirruci's party, and then get a bite to eat on our way back..."
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Dead end:
Take advice from the suspicious hint corner?
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A dojo appeared out of the endless blackness of death, more suddenly than any light clicking on. One moment, there was nothing, and the next, there was the Dojo. In the middle of the freshly waxed floor, Kenpachi stood with a wooden shinai point down in the wood. In it, rather than on it. The floor hadn't stood a chance against his enthusiasm.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?" the captain's voice rang out, loud enough to shake the walls. "You got yourself killed... like a weakling!"
Yumichika stepped back, looking around in confusion. But one thing was certain - his captain, upset, needed his full attention. He quickly bowed at the waist. "I'm sorry, Sir!"
"None of that," Kenpachi growled. "Now, this is supposed to be a hint corner or some such nonsense, but I don't care. Members of my division who get killed like scrubs go through some training from hell!"
A pink head of hair popped up from his shoulder, looking between Yumichika and Kenpachi. "Ken-chan, I don't think Yun-yun will get any benefit from that here," Yachiru commented. "Besides, that would mean staying here for even longer. Let's just do this so that we can leave, alright?"
"...Fine."
Yumichika took that as permission to look back up at his Captain and Lieutenant, swallowing. "So... what do we do, then?"
"Well," Yachiru piped up, sword waving above her, "do you know what you did wrong, first?"
"...I underestimated my opponent," he admitted, slumping. "If I had released my shikai from the start, hadn't given her any chance to recover, or had stayed with the othe-"
"WROOOOONG!" Kenpachi's shout shook the building again, and he lifted his shinai from the ground, splitting the boards and sending splinters flying. "None of that stuff matters, idiot."
Yachiru nodded. "That's right - the real problem, is that you made a cute girl cry."
"...What."
"It had you cast as a bad guy, Yan-yan!" she insisted, nodding. "Don't you know what that can do to people in this universe? Bad things might happen to good people sometimes, but when it hits the bad guys, it hits reeeeeaaaally hard. Like... dying without getting to kill a single important person, hard. Like you just had happen to you. Meanies finish last."
There was silence for a moment, before Kenpachi turned to glance at Yachiru. "So, we done then?"
"Hey, wait!" Yamichika shouted. "What am I supposed to do, then?"
"Mostly, don't go picking a fight with the girl you made cry," Yachiru replied, nodding sagely. "I mean, she's technically probably the weakest of the fighters you could have gone after, so you're probably still in for a bad time. It's not like you can go back far enough to not be a jerk to her in the first place. So... you can do it? Just remember to endure, and go break an arm!"
"...Don't you mean break a leg?" he asked, hesitantly.
"I'm sure someone will help you with that, too!" was the cheerful reply he got. "Now, have fun!"
And with that, the doors of the strange dojo closed on the scene of Yamichika, with tears streaming down his face and ruining his makeup. Not all people are blessed with save files from that far back in the game of life, and sometimes, you don't know when a decision will screw you over until much, much later down the line.
This is fun. 25xp. Not making it canon because I don't want you to see how Cirucci's things went yet.And now for another Omake, since we did get another post to base things off of. This is becoming a bit of a habit for me, isn't it?
-The long way back-
Her name is Cirruci Thunderwitch, Quinta Espada and effectively the strongest non-Vasto Lorde hollow recognized. She has fought monsters in the shapes of men, and when they shed those shapes, she revealed that she were the more deadly monster than they. She is feared by many, respected by some, and loved by the only person in the world who's love she truly wants now. She has earned near everything she has wanted, and that little she hasn't yet grasped she has seen in reach.
And none of it is enough right now.
"-heartless Bastard!" she finishes her shout, only for the last of it to be swallowed up into the darkness. The golden light holding her continues pulling her back, drawing her towards Hueco Mundo with its inescapable grip. For the same reason that the holy light protects those that it swallows up, leaving them untouchable to the world they had been in, it also makes it impossible to escape back into it until its task is complete. In theory, someone of her strength could force her way back out of a Negación, but it would take hours, at the least. It would be quicker to just let it finish drawing her back to Hueco Mundo without even moving along with its pull through the void.
Neither is an option right now, though. For all that she'd like nothing more than to claw her way through it, opening her own garganta back to the human world by pure power, Nemo doesn't have time to wait for her vanity.
Just like before, when she'd been captured, her blood thrums through her veins, pounding in her ears. Her heart aches and burns as she takes a ragged breath, clenching and opening her fists with a sort of furious strength that would pulverize stone into dust. Her fingernails bite against her palms as she twists her grip on Golondrina's handle, the bladed disk humming with her rage and frustration. Then, she looks down at the unconscious boy with her.
"This... is all. Your. Fault," she hisses. She knows that it isn't fair, that it isn't even true, but she needs someone to yell at along the trip back. She reaches down and grabs him by his collar, hoisting him up against her back and yanking violently, shaking him as she gets him in place to run with him. "If Aizen didn't want you... if Nemo hadn't been sent along... if that worm had just done his job..."
It was all that she could do not to tear the Shinigami to pieces, to sink her teeth into him and tear him apart with every bit as much savage fury as any base hollow might. She turned to face towards Hueco Mundo, and started to run, speeding her return trip through the golden corridor still trapping her within it. Even with her speed, even with the Negación meaning she didn't need to form her own platforms, and it pulling her forward separate from her movements, it would take a painfully long time to reach Las Noches.
What would she even do, once she reached there? She was wounded, and even if she had won handily against the boy in her grip without releasing, she was still... fatigued. And wouldn't be recovering so quickly when she was exerting herself to try to make it back fast enough to matter. She'd have to rally reinforcements of her own, and that would just take even more time.
Her eyes closed as she ran, blinking back tears that leaked freely. "Nemo... please be alright. Please, don't leave me like this," she whispered, allowing herself her moment of weakness, with no one there to see her tears. The tears wouldn't last long before being dried by the crackling heat of her anger, snapping out like lightning. "I swear... Ulquiorra, you will pay for this. I don't care if you're a Vasto Lorde, I don't care if we aren't to fight among ourselves further. This is going too far. If Lord Aizen doesn't punish you..." she trailed off, not quite sure what she'd do, herself. If Nemo died, she wouldn't even pause in considering Aizen's displeasure - she would fight, and either she or Cifer would die. But she remembered what happened when she tried to attack Tousen to free Nemo before.
Aizen was too powerful to go against directly, even for her. He was lord of Las Noches for a reason, and she wouldn't be able to have her revenge if he didn't allow it, so long as he was present. It was likely why Ulquiorra had waited until he was in the human world, away from Aizen's sight. Even why he was still hiding behind the paper-thin claim that he was still acting withing the letter of their Master's orders.
"Somehow," she hissed, tightening her fingers through the black cloth in her grip once more. "Somehow, I'll kill him for this. If even one hair on her head is harmed that he could have prevented, I'll find a way, no matter what it takes." She shook her head, feet slapping into the odd repulsion of the light below, propelling her ever onward. "First, focus on Nemo," she reminded herself. "She's strong. She's resourceful. I'll be in time. I have to be. I have to be." It was almost a mantra in her mind, repeating to close out everything else. Her vision tightened into a tunnel more restrictive than the Negación around her, and her breath came ragged as she poured more speed from herself, her feet not even moving anymore so much as skimming the light under her, hovering an inch from the ground as she accelerated and accelerated, speeding towards the light of Las Noche at the end of the corridor.
She was so focused on her own thoughts, so focused on desperately trying to move even a hair faster, on finding some way to salvage things after Ulquiorra's absurdly petty revenge... that she didn't even think to look back at her captive. Her captive, who had his eyes partially open, even if he still couldn't move. Her captive who heard everything as his consciousness drifted, and as one eye flickered to a black pool with a too bright yellow center.
Okay, now that's something that people had joked about before but it's amusing to see it come true. My favorite bits are the mistakes and misinterpretations. 25xp.Bleach chapter break down
So! the latest few chapters just dropped, and holy hell did we get some juicy tidbits. We're likely going to get some major infodumps in the aftermath, but waiting for things to be spelled out is not how I roll. So! I'm going to go over the broad strokes of what went down and see if I can tease out any new twists or foreshadowing. I'm mostly going to be focusing on the Arrancar, simply because what little we've seen of them has been hints of more shit going on behind the scenes. I'm gonna break down the fights into 4 chunks, I'm lumping Rukia's fight in with the rest of Grimmjow's mob since it's (so far!) mostly part of the same general theme. Without further ado! the violence!
So speaking of Grimmjow's pack coming back for a rematch, there's a fair bit to unpack. First thing is that they all got swole, like training arc swole. Which is more or less what they have been doing! apparently, catboy's reaction to his loss was punching his dudes until they stopped being scrubs. Honestly, the entire theme of this bit is that they are a band of brothers (and Luppi, but we'll talk about him in a bit.) Complete with the pretty boy hunting down Di Roy's killer for some classic vengeance. I joked about these guys secretly being members of the 11th cosplaying as dark soul bosses, and some people are holding this chapter up as more evidence of that, but I disagree. Grimmjow didn't just punch his scrubs till they stopped being scrubs, he punched them until they could each give him a permanent scar! that's kind of a crazy level of dedication to his men and a very different brand of crazy to the 11th's bloodlust. Which is a contrast front and center in the second half of the fight when M Ruika turns it into a team fight.
Grimjow's dudes fight together well, supporting each other, freely swapping opponents and just in general pitching in for each others fights. Contrast this to the shinigami, 2 of them hold back while their allies are being beaten into the ground, and the fight starts with Ikkaku ignoring orders and rushing off on his lonesome. On top of that, Grimmjow's second villain speech to Hitsugaya is as much about calling him out for being a shit leader as it is about calling him out for being weak. For the entire fight, the only time the shinigami show anything like teamwork is Matsumoto following Hitsugaya's lead a bit before they get separated. The shinigami losing was as much about soul societies dysfunction as the arrancars skills, which has fascinating implications. We know soul society is kind of turbo fucked up, and that may be getting more focus in this arc or following ones. Ikkaku's last stand is badass as fuck, but thematically mostly serves to repeat the same beats, which one slight but important difference. He's trying to be better, he admits his flaws and seeks to make amends with his life. That's some heady thematic shit, and makes me wonder if reforming soul society might not be the next arc. That he buys enough time for help to save the rest of his comrades to me at least hints that trying to be better is not impossible. As a random aside before moving on to rule 63 Ruikia, Matsumoto got cut up real bad and almost died, It'll be interesting to see how Gin reacts to that. He either subtly saved her somehow, has legit stopped caring about her, or is not nearly as good a schemer as he thought and just did not see her near death coming.
so, Luppi. the second prettiest Arrancar, and maybe Ruikias fraternal twin. He (and he is a he, this is not a case of a crossdresser gets a gender swap for a translation as some rumors say.) does not fit, like, at all. He's way stronger than anyone else present but Grimmjow and was not present last time. What's more, while the rest of the boys have a sort of delinquents honor thing going on, Luppi's a straight up asshole( wee murdering the helpless!). He also seems to talk to Grimmjow more as an equal than a subordinate. I think Luppi isn't supposed to fit here, he makes a comment about "confusing people" right before turning it into a team fight, my guess is that Luppi's going to be a player in whatever the fuck happened with the aArrancarsince we last saw them. He seems to have some sort of werid power, he spent the team fight mostly making vague gestures, which seemed to make the otherwise aimless wonderweiss actually punch people. My bet is there is some kind of bond between the two. Oh, and because we have to care about this now, (damn you kubo!) he accessorizes. He's wearing a big fancy sash, which may or may not be magic.
Next on the big ball of violence, we have Sado and Ishida V Tesra. It's a good fight, but we don't get much out of it thematic wise. Tesra is something really weird in a manga, he's taciturn. He lets sado and Ishida know he won't pursue them if they retreat, then just shuts up and does his level best to murder them. So I'm going to obsess over what little he does say. He's the one who gets Cirucci back on task when the girls cut horror moths face, and he mentions needing to prove something. so maybe a new recruit? or an old hand who lost their place in whatever off-screen shakeup went down in ghost Mexico? He's willing to let his foes flee so he's not bloodthirsty, and seems focused on his mission of screening for Cirucci. I mean, the rest of the Arrancar have been bombastic and interesting, so one who's just quietly professional is sort of out of left field. Maybe he's from some group we haven't seen? or like the last of a band of soldiers? Seriously, the guy sticks out like a real world soldier in a Jrpg group. I mean he's not like, nice or anything, he seems to have zero reservations about murdering teenagers even if he seems to see it as just a job. he may just be the token normal one, but that's boring so I'm betting on a member of a now defunct order of soldiers. anyways, he wins but gets driveen off by captain stash.
and now the one I've been trying to avoid. cute girls doing cute things! ha ha! oh god, it's horrible. This fight made me actually uncomfortable and I'm legit amazed they got it past the censors. Tatsuki, Orihime, and Ururu V Nemo. So to put off the trauma flashbacks for as much as I can, I'll note that Nemo has a new outfit. A fancy new clock, fashionably asymmetrical gloves, and a fancy crystal necklace. At least one of which we know does stuff. Midway through the fight, her necklace starts glowing, being the first magic item we see the Arrancar use. Though she may have had a different one during her first appearance since Ururu mentions her spiritual aura feels really different now. She starts by trying to talk the kids down(well "talk" she does a weird silent communication thing.) again bringing up soul societies dysfunction. Though this falls pretty flat since this is pretty personal for Tatsuki and Orihime. Then it becomes a horror series for a bit.
I really don't know how else to describe it. I mean, Nemo fires off what are by all appearances wailing dammed souls as her basic ranged attack, and covers the battlefield in weird fucked up illusions. but what really makes it creepy is that the girls fuck Nemo up. This is not the standard bruises clothing tears and wound decals, PTSD moth spends a chunk of the fight with her jaw hanging off of her face! Tatsuki beaks her arm, and instead of coloring it red and having it stay at her side Nemo keeps blocking with her arm that should not be bending that way! this is made worse by how Nemo keeps a fairly composed and blank expression throughout all of this, at most spiting blood when punched. I think the point of this bit is sort of an unreliable narrator thing. Like how the first Gillan we saw got the royal treatment of being big and scary, because to the inexperienced Ichigo it was. Tatsuki and Orihime are not really used to this level of violence, and as angry as Tatsuki is about being treated like part of the scenery by Cirucci she's not really that used to brutalizing people. So like them, we see this fight as something viscerally horrifying and brutal. Training from hell helps with being willing to be hurt, but it doesn't seem to do much with being ok with caving in someone's ribcage with your bare hands or cutting open their stomach with your soul. The first part of the fight ends with squad PMM standing over one utterly brutalized Arrancar. Then because she's a fucking horror movie monster Nemo puts herself back together and gets up.
Kubo did a fantastic job of making it uncomfortable to watch her snap her limbs back into place, and using that to drive home just badly injured she was before she healed somehow. We get a line of dialog from her, nothing too revealing, just "I understand now." it's a super cliche shonen line, then Nemo beats the girls into the fucking ground. It actually took me a while to realize what was going on, we're getting to see a shonen power-up from the other side. Instead of the hero getting beaten down before tapping into a new well of willpower or some key realization for a power-up it's the villain doing it. Tellingly Nemo actually expresses emotion during the beat down, including giving Tatsuki a respectful bow, before blasting her into a crater. Part of that was whatever realization she reached, but given her necklace started glowing for a bit I suspect it played some role in her power spike. Monster moth seems entirely ok with letting Orihime treat the wounded, and mostly just seems glad the fight is over.
So hot take on this, I think Nemo's going to have a theme of trauma and horror, every time she's shown up so far has left deep psychological wounds on someone, something I suspect will continue. this is contrasted with the fact that by all indications she's not acutally a bad person. I mean yeah, she fires off souls of the damned and is a horrifying ghost monster, but the kids had to push her really far before she was able to muster up enough killing intent or whatever to beat them. I think whatever realization Tatsuki will need to beat her will involve acknowledging that some of the people on the other side have valid reasons to fight. Orihime also lost one of her fairies, Tsubaki her attack one specifically, that's going to be symbolic of something. I suspect her trauma will be about almost killing someone at least as much as watching her friend get hurt. So after the fight, captain mustache shows up and swears to murder Nemo because she made his daughter cry. Which kind of comes off as disproportionate? Nemo's a walking nightmare sure, but she literally just made a point of sparing the daughter mustachio is going to murder her for. I suspect that he's going to have a mini-arc of letting go of his hatred or something. Or he kills her and then it's a cycle of revenge thing, given Nemo's boss flipped out over her getting her face cut (shut up shippers.) so gods know how she'd react to someone killing her.
the last fight is an impressive letdown. Ichigo uses his 10 seconds of god mode and gets hard countered by Cirucci randomly having a stun lock item. I mean yeah, we got a bit of foreshadowing since it was mentioned in her first appearance, and we saw Nemo have a glowy magic necklace, but it kind of comes off as an asspull to force Ichigo to get captured. Supposedly Kubo had decided what it did well before now, but eh, I'm not sure if I buy it. It sucks because Cirucci apparently jumped all the way up to the number 5 spot, complete with a fancier yo-yo and a cool weather control trick. But then we don't get to see it. Honestly, if she and Ichigo have a 3rd anticlimactic battle I'm going to just call it a running gag. The interesting thing here is Ulquiorra seems to be more than the taxi service we've seen him act as. knocking away a vizard without issue, and definitely giving Cirucci an order. The interesting thing, however, is what happens after the "fight" Ulquiorra leaves Nemo and Tesra to their fate mentioning something about last stands and giving Tesra a better chance to prove himself.
Again, something happened offscreen and I suspect we're going to get a flashback arc for it. But the real interesting part is that Cirucci flips the fuck out, like just totally loses her cool. and vows to kill Ulquiorra over this. Which is just such a sudden 180 it gave me whiplash. Up until now, the point has been that the Arrancar work well together, then all of a sudden Ulquiorra leaves 2 of them to die and Cirucci swears bloody vengeance. We also get a few more tidbits out of her rant, apparently, the guy they have been using as a taxi service is a full-on vastio Lorde, and Cirucci isn't. We also confirm that Cirucci is really close to Nemo (I feel the need to remind people that does not mean they are boning. platonic bonds are a thing you degenerate shippers.) and that she seems to not be super cool with Aizen. I think what's going on here is that the Arrancar army is fragmented into factions. Some groups will work well together, but other factions will stick the knife in if given the chance. If that's the case I'd give it better than even odds of being a deliberate ploy by Aizen. Interestingly, that opens up an endgame of the Arrancar themselves working to take down Aizen. We can be pretty sure he's not exactly a great boss, but if it's him or the guys who will murder you on sight it's not exactly a hard choice, unless a shones protagonist gets involved. well, that's all for now, see you all next release. I'm not sure about you guys but I'm super looking forward to learning more about these weirdly well-developed villains. Hopefully, it won't turn out to be a case of interesting foreshadowing and shitty reveal.
Still loving this. 25xp.Now You Feel Like Number 48
LXXII: Though in Black Jest It Bows and Nods
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You awaken suddenly, cleanly, rest yielding to alertness as sharply as stepping from a shadow into a beam of sunlight.
Today is the day of the trial. Today is the day you will retrieve Cirucci from her captors.
You prepare yourself at an unhurried pace. She would tell you that presentation is important; that when it comes times to do grand and terrible things in front of an audience of grand and terrible things, one should look grand. Maybe even a bit terrible.
You have no worries about your ability to be terrible. You have more than enough experience in that field; more than she suspects, and the battle with Yammy proved quite thoroughly that it was never buried as deeply as you might have pretended. Deep inside, you feel the burning motes of power at your core slowly swirling and churning in spiritual convection; the countless souls that you assembled into Nemo Elcorbuzier, roused from slumber and eager to flare forth again.
Being grand is harder. You remember to put on your boots, and brush your hair, as she would want. You have a choice of uniforms available now, thanks to her efforts; your hand strays to the one she brought that first day when she walked into your fort, near to passing out from fright.
Dressed, coiffed, and with Polilla slung at your waist, it's time to go.
Luppi is there, at the doorway to the Pillar Fort, as promised. For someone who styles himself a Betrayer, he is conveniently reliable. You nod, and fall in beside him. You do not fear that he will turn aside yet; the game you are playing is one that you suspect will appeal to the new Decima, and he will not cut it short before it has really begun.
A short distance from the Arena of Justice, you sense Grimmjow's fraccion, tense as coiled springs. You wonder, briefly, if Grimmjow himself will be at the arena, or if his refusal to personally intervene will extend to making sure he is nowhere in the area when his fraccion become involved in trouble. Grimmjow is a mystery. He wears his reputation as a bloody-handed reaver comfortably, and so it is easy to think there is nothing else. Yet his followers, as you have seen, are fiercely loyal and unusually effective. How many ears has Ilfort bent while everyone else listened to Grimmjow's howls? How many treasures has Di-Roy spirited into that tower while Grimmjow collected eyes with his boasting?
You strongly suspect that no matter how this day goes, Grimmjow will have found a way to eke out some advantage. He never stops hunting.
"Privaron," Di Roy greets you with his traditional oily grace. "Here we are, as promised, to render aid to you on this historic occasion."
You doubt it will be as historic as he thinks. Hueco Mundo is old, and has little memory for history. But as long as his people play their part, history can remember itself.
"Disappointingly cynical," Rinker commented. "I myself have quite an appreciation for history, and I think your protege does, as well. But, another time. I trust our payment is being delivered?"
"You're paying them," Luppi interjected with a raised eyebrow. "I wonder, what could you possibly be offering them to get involved in this affair?"
"A certain trinket that caught my eye, once. I wanted it so badly, but Cirucci was a bit faster. It seems everything will work out after all, though."
You hope it will look as nice hanging on Grimmjow's wall as it does on yours. It's one-of-a-kind, after all.
And now, you're at the door to the arena. A terrified numero dutifully stands in your way, until Luppi imperiously orders him, on his authority as the Decima Espada, to allow the group in.
A week ago, that job would have fallen to a calavera. Now there are no calaveras, or none able to guard a door. You think back to the secrets Cirucci spoke of their creation and the ball of fire in your core seethes a little hotter. Whatever the consequences, you can't blame her for putting an end to that. You dread to someday see that look turned on you, should she ever learn how things were, before.
But today is not that day.
The Arena of Justice is monumental in scale, like everything Aizen has a hand in. Before he came, the rulers of Las Noches met in a circle of pillars to hear grievances, under the night sky. And met infrequently; few outsiders wanted to risk drawing the attention of Las Noches to themselves, even if they had a dispute that couldn't be resolved by violence.
Now the meeting hall of the Espada is vaster by far, and Hueco Mundo has not grown justice enough to fill it. Today, however, there is to be a trial, and the Espada shall pronounce sentence upon the killer of Ruddborne.
The judges take their thrones, with a few notable absences. Luppi, the 10th, born into his role, is here, and Aaroniero, the 9th, who cordially hated you back in the old days. The 8th, Szayel Apollo-Grantz, is nowhere to be seen; he cannot distill justice into a potion or capture mercy in a cage, so he has no patience for them. Zommari, the 7th, burning with fervor. Grimmjow's throne, as you suspected, stands empty. Nnoitra, the 5th, looks bored; he only shows up in the hopes of seeing an execution. Odelschwanck, the 4th, honorable and precise. Ulquiorra Cipher, the 3rd, passionless and full of pride for that failure, is here. Halibel, the 2nd, distant and reserved, is absent. And Barragan, of course, first among monsters, as ever he was.
It will be enough. It has to be. There are three ways this day can go. It would be nice to think it was an easy way and a hard way, but it's more like a hard way, failure, and apocalypse.
Failure is off the table. You would rather not resort to apocalypse, so first you'll try the hard way.
Across the absurd arena, Aizen and his Shinigami have taken to their balcony.
"Espada," Tousen proclaims. "We stand on the edge of war, and at this crucial juncture, a critical piece of our war effort has been removed. Ruddborne Chelute was the general of our armies of Calaveras, and with his death, that army no longer exists. The one responsible has admitted to her treasonous actions, so it only falls upon you, the lords and ladies of Las Noches, to deliver Justice.
He waves his hand, a long band of white cloth trailing from his arm and twisting in the air, coiling and whirling furiously, and then-
She's here.
The white band falls softly to the ground, forming a circle around Cirucci. She stands on Aizen's balcony, her face simultaneously defiant and afraid. There is a steel yoke around her neck, steel manacles around her wrist and ankles, all tied by shining black ropes. Tousen makes one motion and four more ropes, tied to heavy nails, dart out of her yoke to plant themselves in the stone of the balcony.
"Las Noches," Tousen says coldly. "I present to you Ruddborne's killer: Cirucci Sanderwicci."
A column of spirit energy erupts from the stands, as you allow your smoldering reiatsu to burst forth. All eyes swivel toward you, where you stand with Luppi and Grimmjow's pack.
"Objection!" Luppi called brightly in the ensuing silence. "Before we can possibly consider any pending prosecutions, it is imperative that we address a point of order, as set out in the official treaty of the Ten Kings, by which peace is maintained between the Espada, low these millenia."
"What." Tousen answered.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nnoitra Gilger called from across the arena. "A point of fucking order? From some lame-ass treaty no one has ever heard of?"
"I am quite serious," Luppi assured him. "Due to my…unconventional…ascension to the Espada, taking an already-empty seat, I thought it wise to familiarize myself with all the laws and responsibilities pertaining. Imagine my shock when I reached Paragraph Seven, subsection 4, of the third appendix. I'm sure all of you know exactly what I'm speaking of."
"Who the fuck cares?" Nnoitra sneered. "If you want to go read dead treaties, quit pretending to be an Espada, and go be a damn clerk. Luppi Antenor; he's useless in a fight, but mighty in matters of law."
"What could possibly be more urgent than a matter of treason," Tousen asked impatiently. "Surely, whatever it is can wait until the regular meetings…"
"I'm afraid not," Shawlong Koufang interjected. "If I may?"
"My solicitor," Luppi acknowledged smoothly. "Who has been helping me get to the bottom of this."
"Specifically, as you eminences are doubtless aware, the official bylaws of the Espada were originally chewed into stone tablets by a particular hollow who resides underneath the foundation of Las Noches. I recently tracked down this hollow, and induced it to create new copies, which have been delivered to each of your personal residences. Paragraph Seven details the requirements to claim membership in the Espada."
"Get to the point, fraccion."
"Of course. We currently have a person falsely claiming membership in the Espada. No Espada business can be undertaken until the false Espada has been removed and punished appropriately."
"I presume," Tousen said acidly, "that you are not claiming your own Espada status is invalid, Antenor?"
"No, my Lord," Shawlong answered, "Luppi Antenor's ascension, while unorthodox, was within the established procedures for filling a vacant position. No, the problematic part is in Subsection 4, which details succession in occupied seats. No one may claim to be an Espada unless the throne claimed is vacant, under any circumstances. Vacancy is established by the current holder being provably deceased, or verbally surrendering claim to the throne in front of multiple witnesses, or leaving Las Noches for an extended period of time outside of official Espada business."
"And so," Tousen said, tracing the logic, "you are suggesting that someone among the Espada is claiming a seat that was never properly vacated by the previous holder."
"Indeed. An acknowledged member of the Espada never vacated her seat, and yet another individual is now, and has been for some time, fraudulently claiming to be a true Espada in her place. No Espada business can be undertaken until the issue is resolved and the malefactor has been dealt with appropriately. The aggrieved party, who has been denied her rights and privileges as Espada, is none other than Nemo Elcorbuzier."
The other Espada seem to be following this exchange with a mix of boredom and incredulity. It's Aaroniero Arrurie who catches the implications first, and gives a cheerful belly laugh.
"I acknowledge the claims of the esteemed Decima," he called, "and I second his motion that this be dealt with immediately. If the plaintiff would care to refresh our memories as to which throne is hers by right…?"
Ah, Aaroniero. So predictable in his villainy. Let him enjoy himself.
You stand before the assembled powers of Las Noches, and raise your left hand. You slowly draw the glove from that arm, and clench, then hold it up for all to see the tattoo on the back of your fist.
The tattoo reads 5.
After all your time spent fading into the background, you now have no choice but to call upon your former status as Espada. You've made an audacious claim, but where do you go from here?
{ } Everyone can get what they want. You don't want to rule. You could still renounce your claims to the Espada and leave peacefully, in return for safe passage for yourself and Cirucci. You'll leave and never return…
{ } Stand on the Law. The laws of Las Noches may be nigh-universally ignored, but they still exist, and there are penalites laid out for crimes. Demand that the other Espada punish Nnoitra for his presumption.
{ } Violence is Usually The Answer. Legal niceties aside, Espada thrones have always changed owners via bloodshed. Offer to have things out with Nnoitra right now. Sure, he's an invincible killing machine, but it would tie everything up neatly.
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I try not to release these things too closely to Omicron's actual updates, but then he went and updated anyhow. And it turns out I lack self-control.
I love me some creepy Calaveras. And some afably terrifying Aaroniero. 25xp.Now You Feel Like Number 48
LVIII: Fragments
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The Ninth Espada faces you, with his smooth hood and too-many eyeholes. There is endless speculation amongst the numeros about what he looks like underneath. Many believe he is an imperfect arrancar, with obviously inhuman features he is ashamed to have seen, but no one you trust has ever seen his face.
You remind yourself that he has never shown you the slightest discourtesy, and decide to answer him with the truth.
"I sought you out because I have questions," you start. "questions about Privaron Nemo. You were one of the old Espada, like her; you knew each other back then. She asked you to be her second when she challenged Yammy, so I know you know each other. I'm not trying to bother you, I just, I need to know…"
You hear an odd sound coming from Aaroniero, a sort of muted burbling that steadily grows louder. A flush comes to your cheeks as you realize he's laughing.
"You followed me down into the bowels of this cursed fortress to ask me for stories about Nemo?" he guffawed. "Here I was, wondering what game she was playing, whether this was some complicated insult or a display of overconfidence, or even some futile attempt at conspiracy, or if she had just grown bored with her toy and was hoping to dispose of you. But she's not involved at all, is she? Oh, you poor child. So bold, so innocent. Does she even know you came to seek me out? Did you get her blessing for this mad plan? Of course not, she would have warned you to stay far away from a monster like me. Oh, this is delicious."
You feel a chill in your spine. Suddenly the darkness beyond the reach of the few scattered magical light seems much blacker; the weight of Las Noches overhead seems almost tangible, ready to crush you. The wisdom of seeking Aaroniero out along seems much weaker here, where you might as well be the only two people in the world.
"Lass, Nemo didn't ask me to second her because she trusted me. She thought I would enjoy seeing her die enough to agree. And to be fair, she was right. I hardly expected her to get cold feet at the last instant. Really a pity, that was. I was honestly quite disappointed, and you're to blame for that, aren't you? If only you had stayed quiet. No, Nemo Elcorbuzier is no friend of mine. Indeed, Nemo Elcorbuzier is no friend of anyone. You can't befriend a monster like that."
"That's not true!" you say, in her defense. "Whatever you say, I know…"
"You know nothing. That's why you came here to bother me, after all. And fortunately for you, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to be kind. I'm going to give you what you asked for. I'll tell you two stories. And when story time is finished, we're going to part, and you can make your own way out of these homey tunnels. I still have things to attend to, appetites you want no part in filling."
You can only nod wordlessly; something about the Espada's manner brooks no argument. The breeze blows warm and coppery on your face, and tunnel floor is uneven beneath your feet; these catacombs do not show the precise craftsmanship exhibited in the upper levels of Las Noches. No chiseled corners, no polished surfaces; stone is smoothed not by some expert mason, but by uncounted feet walking the paths, and uncounted claws trailed along the walls.
"Long, long ago," Aaroniero says. "Back when this world was young, and the sea was winning its fight with the sand, there were countless hollows in Hueco Mundo. It wasn't as things are now, where you can walk for days across empty sand and never see anyone. Before the Vasto Lorde swelled up in their gluttony, taking every soul they could catch, and leaving only the most cunning and ruthless hollows to survive living in the cracks where they could not reach. Back then, Hueco Mundo teemed with activity. Hollows scurried every direction; they hunted, they feuded, they sang songs, they even banded together under leaders and made war upon each other, with the victors feasting upon the defeated.
Some scraps of legend from those days still exist. Luna, the witch queen of the moon, who turned her entire realm to salt so that no shadow could ever escape her view. The Ten Kings, who joined their power thinking it would make them invincible. The Worm Sage. Others. But there was one place that was always quiet. The Radiant One ruled a land of endless light, and none who entered that realm returned the same.
Any who gazed upon the light of the Radiant were lost. Their masks would blacken, as if scorched, and their eyes would ever-after shine, and those who knew them said they were changed. They would try to bring others to see that light; some by persuasion, some by trickery, some by force, and so the reach of the Radiant One grew. There was no stopping it; some fled, and some hid, and some fought, but the armies of the Bright-Eyed swelled and ventured forth."
Aaroniero's voice changed in timbre for the next line.
"Despair, the radiant one comes. Despair, your thoughts are not your own. Despair and spill your own blood lest even that be taken from you!"
"And then, one night, the first night to reach the realm of the Radiant, without explanation, it ended. The hateful light snuffed out. Seeing their chance, the other powers of Hueco Mundo fell upon the Bright-Eyed and exterminated them, to the last, or close enough. They were weak, easy meat for the feasting. And all was right again in Hueco Mundo."
You try to digest this bizarre tale, as Aaroniero pauses in his recounting.
"So you're saying what, that…"
"Quiet, child. I said two stories. Here is the second:
Not so long ago, the death gods rose up, and declared themselves to have dominion over all souls. And they grew in strength, and warred among them. And one of them, seeking to place himself above all the rest, came searching for power in the legends of the restless dead, and heard the tale of the Radiant One, and coveted that power for himself.
And he went to all the mightiest among the dead, and asked them if they knew of the Radiant One. And each one told him no, the radiance was a story, and such power could never exist.
And the one death god resolved that if the power of the radiant one had never been, still it could be, and set out to create such a thing."
"That's a very short story. And not a lot of plot."
"It's still in progress. Good-bye, Cirucci Sanderwicci. I'll be leaving you now," he chuckled.
And then, without even the report of sonido, he was gone. He vanished like the wind, leaving no trace of his presence. He even took his dim light with him.
And in the caverns, you realize…you're lost. Really, really lost. It's pitch black, and you hadn't really been tracking all the twists and turns you had been taking, even if you could see them.
That's not good. Making your way back to the surface could take a long time, even assuming there's nothing dangerous down here to bother you. How rude.
Before you have time to start moving however, your eyes and ears catch a faint sound of marching feet. You must be in some sort of giant cavern; some distance away, you see a strange procession winding past along a different path, and through another tunnel.
They are carrying guttering torches, in whose inadequate light you can just barely make out a mass of identical skull masks.
Calaveras. Dozens of calaveras.
What could they be doing down here?
{ } You have a lot to think about, and calaveras aren't your problem. Start making your way back to the surface.
{ } They're friendly faces, right? And they have to know the way back up. Go ask them to provide you with a guide out of here.
{ } This is very weird. Why would Las Noches's enforcers be down here in such numbers? Follow them without revealing yourself and see what they're up to.
Hey, the fight scene was good! For the very short time that it lasted. How amusingly anticlimactic. 25xp.Now You Feel Like Number 48
Chapter XLI: Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
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Even as she utters her release command, the Privaron Nemo ignites.
Ignites seems too tame a word; she burns; she flares; she combusts.
A flood of white light pours from the spot where she stood, and at its heart, painful to look upon, is a silhouette half familiar and half strange.
From its shoulders, four arms depend; from its collar, a cape of bleached white, spread behind it like a sail. Its torso is armored in bone, and upon its head are not the horns of a broken mask, but the cruel tines of a wicked crown.
Her — for surely this must still be the Privaron — her feet do not touch the ground; she floats imperiously above glowing sand, buoyed by some hellish updraft that fills her cape and ruffles her hair about mad eyes.
Aaroniero has already taken cover in the shadow of a toppled column.
Today, there are two suns in Las Noches.
The great beast that was Yammy roars in hate, and swings an enormous fist at the blinding apparition. She watches it approaching like a battering ram, and then, simply slips upward in the wind from passage, like a delicate leaf in a sudden breeze.
With that same unconcerned grace, she launches an arc of glowing projectiles from each hand. Is it bala? It must be, but it is like no bala you have encountered; rather than the familiar compact bolts of bala, she summons glowing swords to hand, and hurls them to sink into Yammy's flesh, where they sizzle and pop.
Against a lesser foes, those shining blades would have been deadly; Yammy is simply too large to be impressed by such things. Though they sink to the hilt in his hide, their burning energy is extinguished long before they could cauterize their way to some vital organ.
A frown crosses the face of the burning effigy at this failure, but it has little time to consider. Yammy's tail, long and clubbed, whips around, faster than anything so large should move, faster than you would have imagined, and drives Nemo into the ground. The beast follows with a volley of his own bala, hurled from each fist, like an artillery barrage.
Each bolt is larger than you, and as they slam into the desert floor and explode, one after another, a crater grows and a dust cloud covers the battlefield. The world darkens as ash and dust block all vision.
The beast laughs, a terrible booming laugh.
"Is that all then? That's everything you've got? A stupid insect getting above herself, and now I've smashed you. This is what all your tricks, all your hiding, all your regeneration get you: nothing. In the face of real power, you have nothing, you are nothing, and the only one who cares about your passing is whatever pathetic worm is assigned to mop up your remains."
And then, as the dust swirls, a spear of light from the crater. Your heart jumps as the clouds slowly clear, and fingers of sunlight begin to pierce through again, one by one.
Yammy stares in surprise as that thin figure is revealed again. Her cape is gone, and her armor is cracked and discolored, but her teeth are bared.
"Bala!" Yammy shouts, and hurls another red cannonball.
A glowing sword flashes to meet it half-way, and they detonate in mutual annihilation.
The next bala barely leaves his fist before it is intercepted; the explosion rocks Yammy back on his many heels. He gapes. The Privaron raises a hand, and makes a beckoning gesture.
Come at me.
"Right, then, you want to drag it out? Time to stop playing games, then!"
Yammy opens his mouth to inhale, and even as you realize he intends to charge a cero, a beam of coherent light catches him in the face.
Not a cero. Looking at the Privaron, you trace the beam to its origin in her crown. It flickers, in time with the burning light from her eyes, and as you watch, Yammy's eyes begin to flicker and burn as well. He stands, as still as a statue, mute as a stone.
And then, the Privaron wafts deliberately towards him, and he extends a titanic palm towards her, upon which she alights, carelessly. He conveys her up to his face, and there, something is exchanged between then. You cannot make out what she says, but the Yammy-beast smiles a beatific smile, an expression so bizarre to a face not built for anything but rage, and opens his mouth.
As the Privaron floats quickly away, Yammy inhales, gathering the red light of a cero. Nemo turns her back toward him in supreme unconcern; the warning you mean to shout dies in your throat.
Yammy draws in energy. He does not release the cero.
Yammy continues to pull in spiritual power, continues to build, more than you have ever felt at a time, but still, he does not release it, just building more, and more, and more.
And then, the world turns crimson, and the ground shakes, and then all is darkness.
When you wake up, Aaroniero is nowhere to be seen. Yammy…what's left of Yammy can be seen everywhere. The Privaron Nemo, back in her accustomed form, is standing there answering questions from the Lorde of the Air, Ulquiorra Cipher. He doesn't seem to like the results, but, then, he seldom seems to like anything.
"Ah, you're awake," a voice squirms. "how convenient. Number…48, I think? Did you witness what happened here? How did Yammy die?"
Szayel Apollo-Grantz. Another Espada, and as feared as any among them.
"He…" you stutter, too concussed to even string together real sentences, much less try to lie. "He blew up. He got so big, and then he tried to cero, and he just…blew up. Kaboom."
"I see," Szayel said, making notes. "Overwhelmed by his power when he released. Disappointing, but these things happen. We'll just have to chalk Yammy down as a failed experiment. You're fortunate to have survived."
Question answered, he wanders towards Ulquiorra, still scribbling notes. The Privaron Nemo, dismissed, begins to take halting steps back in the direction of her pillar fort. Just before she leaves your view, she pauses, and looks back over her shoulder in your direction.
{ } Follow Nemo back home.
{ } Find somewhere quiet to recover and think about what just happened.
{ } Flee Las Noches forever.
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And this is why Phigment does not write fight scenes.
I'm gonna be straight with you, I didn't read through the whole thing. Formatting is important! Space your paragraphs or it's unreadable....Screw it, I should just write this.
Corrosive Contemplations
Vosta Laggaz turned over in her sleep, tired of her dreams. She stretched, and shook her head violently to try and awaken herself. This thankfully worked-one of the perks of her now-broken mask, the bloated being she was before had a neck so swaddled in fat that her head was locked facing forward. But one thing that had not changed, much to her dismay, was the swimming out to the edge of her personal sleep-pool. The first edge she found...Turned out to not actually be a ledge but the wall. Urgh.
She fumed, for all that she helped rennovate Las Noches it was a pain to have to keep going back and re-doing her past work when some Espada got pissy. Or Fraccion apparently given that Ruddborne ate what must have been a Gran Rey Cero, given the sheer size and scope of the damage. Why that Nemo wasn't the Diez right now...Bah, but worse yet whatever it was that powered up the Numero jumped right into her Reiatsu of late- this room had held her just fine for decades and now her pool was clearly outgrowing it- a far cry from her bloated days when she could simply kick out and reach something more substantial then the muck her reiatsu would eventually reduce anything in contact with it for long enough...
Was it a con of becoming Arrancar? ...Vaguely if at all. Yes she wasn't the giant bloated toad she was before, but on the flipside she HAD been 'warned' that breaking her mask, even with the assistance of Aizen's shiny-rock thing, would reduce her powers, the recent growth of her pool said all that needed to be said about how permanent that apparently was...Or maybe she was beyond her old self? What even could have caused this. Reiatsu left-overs from a Hollow King? She didn't buy it, not when it was a sudden burst of stronger all at once...
Bah! Figuring this out was for types like the Octava, and Vosta figured the only dumber thing she could do was go pay the Novenda a visit. More important was figuring out an answer. Attempt no.1 HAD been to go see that tailor about some sort of...Reiatsu dampener to keep her from slowly making a mess of the place, but suffice it to say that La Marena can be surprisingly fragile and Alphonse was shockingly busy thanks to some...'Gala' the new Quinta was throwing. And that thing with the Primera's fraccion's outfit.
Speaking of the Quinta, it was good old Cirruci ThunderWitch. Well, at least she wasn't the old Quinta. She was fairly certain if Nnoitra was still around Vosta Laggaz might have gotten on his radar...But then again, who knows what'd happen now...And really, she couldn't stew in this particular mire of thoughts for long before she lost patience with it.
What was was figuring out which way to the doorway, and climbing out. Once she found the lip, she rested her hands on it and took a moment to gather herself.
The trick wasn't pulling herself out, though it wasn't exactly easy-she had used her pool in the old days to capture prey before crushing them beneath her bulk, and it retained it's ability to cling to a target and drain their strength, and not merely by being solid enough to hamper movement and liquid enough to not provide support. Either way, the best way to get out was to find the edge-and-PULL!
The arrancar groaned as she flopped onto the floor.
...Well then. She was out. And last she had checked La Marena, if the aid of that art was offered to her, it'd be probably 3 months before Alphonse could get around to her request...Who else? Those so-called Coro Nocturno? Bah, hopeful fools reaching out for more power, to ascend just as Nemo did, most likely. Even taking what drips of power they could feed off of her, as if she hadn't once been one of them! No!
...No?
Then why ask Alphonse to seal her away? Why ask for someone else's aid, when she could do it herself? But how? Simply exerting greater control over this corrosive power of hers? Not an answer. A sheath then, as if her nature was of a sword that would cut everything? She didn't even HAVE a sword. Her sealed self wasn't even the hillside of flesh she had once been, even when she resurrected her true form. Now, when she released? She used to wonder if she was more dangerous after her mask was broken then before, while she released. Now she was certain of it.
Hierro was something that she continued to experiment with, the formation, the construction and architecture of walls to ward away the blows that would break her skin, shatter her bones, tear her muscles, rend her organs...And more importantly, it did that as well as, if not better then her massive form and all the extraneous flesh that it once had. It meant that now, when her true form, instead of bloating out as it once had, now simply shrouded itself in an acidic barrier that would only consume what she wished? It was every bit as diffcult to destroy as she had been before. Not to mention her new form's flexibility and agility! Where once she could barely do much more then leap about just to turn, now she could spin and bend and twist and even squeeze down into places something of her size shouldn't even fit!
Definitely an upgrade as opposed to simply having to hope she had the bulk to survive enemy ceros long enough to either catch her opponents with her tongue or win the cero war. Now the wondrous world of DODGING was opened to her, and who could say no to that?
...Probably the closest thing to a downside was what became of her tongue. Not the tiny, stunted thing that was in her current mouth, but the extendible mass of muscle that could snap out and take a loose brick out of a wall no problem. The control and precision had been extended across her entire body, she supposed, when it was ripped out and made into a whip that was hardly half of what it could have done before. But once again, her wonderful ressureccion restored it to her, freeing her hands for whatever else she could think to do with them. Wasn't really sure what but hey, it's the thought that counts...
And she let herself get sidetracked from what she had needed to think about. Namely? The acid problem. Better materials in theory was an answer...But frankly the day she finds something that can resist her touch indefinitely would be the day she'd be ordered to make a throne Worthy of Barragan, no doubt. And then such a miraculous material would most likely be claimed for use by Aizen if not Alphonse, or anyone else interested in an invincible block of stone with more clout then an old poisonous frog...
Frog...Could the Tres Beastias help her? Witches turning people into frogs was an old tale...Then again, if they could do that, Aizen wouldn't have been such a big deal with his hogyoku, now would he? Besides, they'd probably be unable to cut out the toxic bits without hitting something she'd like...
Vosta sighed, and began to lean back, already contemplating sinking back into her pool after simply standing for little more then five minutes. But then again she did need to eat. Off to the kitchens then, to find something edible to stave off the pesky dregs of hunger she had left for another day...Or maybe a week, depending on how lazy she was feeling.
This is... This is just the kind of thing that could actually happen in a ridiculously detail-obsessed and update-hungry fandom, isn't it. 25xp. I was amused.Mystery of the Glove: SOLVED!
Hello my fellow Bleach readers! Now I'm sure all of you have been on the edge of your seats ever since the last few chapters dropped what with the epic battles, potential character deaths and the bit where Bleach briefly turned into a horror manga as the Best Girl Trio (if you don't agree with the title FIGHT ME!) went to town on Nemo along with Reverse-Shonen Powerup that occurred. But i'm not here to talk about that, well not entirely, instead I am here to share with my discovery in regards the Mystery of the Glove and the potential that has for the story from here on out.
Now for those of you who are unaware with this particular Mystery let me explain. Ever since Shinji was officially introduced and people realized that he had appeared all the way back in chapter 1, although admittedly I believe it's mostly a case of Kobo reusing an old design, people have been paying very close attention to background characters trying to spot anyone who looks too unique to simply be an unimportant extra or has appeared on more than one occasion. Surprisingly this actually turned up something as a girl seen here has appeared on multiple occasion, although so far the majority of her interactions have simply been normal things like sitting at a Cafe, looking at clothes or something cute and generally just walking around. Nothing really to indicate what she is or if she is part of any larger organization. From this point on I shall refer to her as Girl 1.
However things started to get more interesting when during one of the Cooldown chapters after Grimmjow's attack and between Ichigo's training, Tatsuki's training and pretty much the training the rest of the cast is going through we have a short chapter in which the Cast's school friends who aren't aware of all the Spiritual stuff going on decided to go shopping. Which is where we see Girl 1 again, this time sitting at a Cafe enjoying what looks like a milkshake only this time she isn't alone as seen here she is accompanied by another girl, this one wearing what looks like some kind of Beret with a veil over half her face (currently the fan concise seems to be that that half of her face has some bad burn scars or something and that is how she hides it) and something on her lap (I believe it to be a dog as we have seen her holding a leash in her other background appearances). This girl, dubbed Girl 2, has since shown up on several occasions usually with Girl 1 but beyond that no pattern has been found.
But the biggest mystery always has been who the third person at that table was, as while both Girl 1 and 2 were clearly visible there was another person who was obscured from our view with the only features we have being a single gloved hand, a bit of their sleeve and a bracelet on their wrist. That was it, hence this entire thing being dubbed the Mystery of the Glove. Suffice to say there are a ton of theories ranging from it being a member of the Stealth Corps and Girl 1 and 2 were also members of the stealth corps who were covertly watching our heroes to the Mystery person actually being a Quincy and there is a secret quincy army hiding somewhere waiting to take their revenge (suffice to say no one believes that stupidity). It honestly was completely impossible to figure out who that person truly was, until today!
For you see while rereading the scenes where Best Girl Trio fight Nemo, during the part where Tatsuki broke the Arrancar's arm and we got a nice close up of the damage I noticed that something in this panel, see that around Nemo's wrist? That is a bracelet, one that looks pretty much exactly like the one our mystery person was wearing and to make the evidence even more conclusive her outfit is the right style and she wears a glove that is the same colour. As such I am 100% certain that our Mystery person is none other than Nemo Elcorbuzier. Which means that odds are Girl 1 and 2 are spies working for Aizen, probably keeping an eye on our heroes which is why they keep appearing in the background because they have been following them! Just think about it everything makes perfect sense, Nemo is obviously ranked rather highly in Aizen's equivalent of the Stealth Corps how else would he trust her enough and for her to be able to get past Kisuke's security. Girl 1 and 2 are probably some kind of agent that reports to her, maybe they are Hollows that body jack people or something like that who knows? But there is no doubt about it those girls are working for Aizen in some fashion.
Hah, a different take on the same as above, uh? Interestingly different. 25xp too.Happy Birthday, Omicron!
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Cirucci fumed as she was carried away by the Negacion. She wanted nothing more than to open a garganta back to the battle and help her comrades, especially her beloved. But the Negacion was inescapable, no way in or out once it was formed.
It was also slow. Agonizingly so, as it seemed to casually meander the void between worlds. A bitter part of her wondered if Cifer somehow managed to make it so on purpose.
"What the fuck was that about?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked as he managed to sit up using the wall of the Negacion.
"The Cuatro has been displeased by my climbing the ranks." Cirucci spat out before she took a breath to try and calm herself. "So he left my Fraccion to die out of spite."
"... That sucks."
"Indeed."
A tense silence formed as the two scowled at each other; both wondering if their loved ones would be alright without them. It was the substitute shinigami that eventually broke it.
"What does Aizen want with me?" he asked. "He must need me pretty badly if he kept sending you guys to capture me."
"Hardly." the Quinta scoffed. "The first time was merely a probing of your abilities. You apparently caught his interest back in the shinigami's court and he wanted to see what you were capable of. The second time was the Sexta ignoring orders. You'd have to ask him yourself to find out why. This was the only time we were sent to capture you."
"Why?" the boy asked as he tried process what he was just told.
"To use you as bait." Cirucci explained as she wondered how much longer until they finally arrived.
"What!?" Kurosaki gasped out in shock.
"You've made allies among the higher ranks of the Shinigami." she explained as she looked down at him. "Aizen believes that they will rush off to save you without support of their other allies. Then it will be a simple matter to crush them. "
"Like hell!" Kurosaki snarled. He tried to stand only to collapse on the 'ground' of the Negacion. "I won't let that happen!"
"I don't think you have much of say in the matter." Cirucci snarked.
"I'll kick your ass!" the teenager roared. "I won't fall for that trick twice! I beat you myself and make my way back before me friends can come after me!"
Cirucci couldn't help her self; she let out a bitter mocking laugh. "You beat me? Even without my amulet I could destroy you. Or have you somehow not noticed I was holding back? I never even used my Resurrection."
The boy glared at her as she continued to laugh, until she abruptly stopped. To his confusion, the arrancar knelt down and helped him back up into a sitting position.
"My apologies." Cirucci said as her cheeks turned red. "I'm normally much more composed then this. I tend to get rather emotional when Nemo is in danger."
Kurosaki nodded in understanding; his mind going back to when Rukia was taken back to Soul Society and he could do nothing but watch.
The rest of the trip continued in silence as the two wondered if their loved ones would be alright.
Yeah no I love it. This is my favorite thing. I want more forever. 50xp and also 100xp of completed works bonus if you didn't already get it for the previous Cirucci's Saga update. Will check later. I really hope I already did and his came as a bonus because wow that is so many omakesCirucci's Saga ???
auden please forgive me
Journey to Hueco Mundo
And the traveller hopes: "Let me be far from any
Captain"; and the portals have names for the sea;
The citiless, the corroding, the sorrow;
And Below means to all: "Reject".
And the great plains are for ever where dead creatures are hunted,
And everywhere; the light gillians flicker and flaunt;
Under a scolding moon the lover
Of sands may see at last,
Faintly, his limited hope; as he nears the glitter
Of trees; the sterile immature mountains intense
In the abnormal night of this world, and a river's
Fan-like polyp of sand.
Then let the good soul here find natural marvels:
The quartz-branch growth, the issue of salts from a cleft
In the rock, and rocks, and sandstorms brushing the
Towers, and among the towers gillians.
And the student of fight and shikai, places to visit;
The site of a laboratory where a berserker was put in a grave,
The bath of a great cannibal, the pool where
An outlaw dreaded the loss.
Remember the doomed woman thrown to her friend and crying:
"Beautiful is his life, I will not go";
The rugged servant "He that I loved the
Best, to him I was worst,"
For Seireitei is absent. This is an underworld and therefore
Unreal. And the steadfast affections of its dead may be bought
By those whose dreams accuse them of being
Spitefully alive, and the pale
From too much passion of kissing feel pure in its deserts.
Can they? For the world is, and the present, and the lie.
And the narrow bridge over a ravine,
And the small palace under a tower
Are natural settings for the jealousies of a province;
And the weak vow of fidelity is formed by the cairn;
And within the indigenous figure on spiderback
On the bridle-path down by the saltpan
The blood moves also by crooked and furtive inches,
Asks all our questions: "Where is the homage? When
Shall justice be done? Who is against me?
Why am I always alone?"
Present then the world to the world with its mendicant shadow;
Let the kimonos be flash, the Captain Commander insane;
Let bankai be bestowed on the huts, and the beauty's
Set heavenly smile.
For our time has no favourite suburb; no local features
Are those of the young for whom all wish to care;
The promise is only a promise, the fabulous
Society impartially far.
Tears fall in all the salt. Again some Reaper
Pulls on his cloak and in a blinding sandstorm starts
Upon his deadly journey; and again some lover
Runs silent to her art.
(fiat)
Okay, this is definitely the most meta of all these, and I like meta and the concept is fun. However, the formatting is totally fucked and more of the wordcount is taken up by the copy-paste of the character sheet than the actual omake, so I'm not going to give it xp. Maybe refine the idea a bit?Nemo Reacts to NN
In Caring memory of @Omicron
As you turn to run from the Captain Level Shinigami that you hadn't planned on fighting during this trip into the Human Realm's Karakura Town, your vision swims, turns, and bubbles as all that you see is turned to black. You are unsure of what is going on as your vision returns. If that is what you would call it. Instead of the city you were aband– fighting in, a cell that you are imprisoned in to be tortured or worse, or even the Sands of the place you once called home.
You instead see words. You understand them of course, the Dead speak all languages. Another thing that separates you from the living in the end. The words have a single picture above them though. One you recognized.
The picture grabs your attention because it is an image you saw once. Perfectly the same as you remember it. One of the days you were remembering what you were. What you became. What you survived.
As you begin to read you realize that this is what you have done in the past, but what catches your attention, and your confusion, is what comes after.
Character Creation
Character? Creation of a Character, like a playwright writing the script for the actors upon a stage? It catches your attention, but what comes next fills your mind with trepidation.
You are Nemo Elcorbuzier, Arrancar #48, a low-ranking servant to Sozuke Aizen, the lord of Las Noches.
Once, you could have been a valuable soldier in his war against the treacherous death-gods which would seek to destroy your kind; but alas the world has shifted under your feet. You are a member of the old generation of Arrancars, created by breaking your own mask in a harsh, painful, bloody process. Your spiritual power was never the highest, and now a new generation of Arrancars is being born; your master has recovered a gem of unimaginable power which he is using to create new, even more powerful Arrancars. Relegated to the lowest ranks of his army of souls, you wish both to claim your moment in the light, the respect of those around you, and simply to survive the terrible, deadly whims of the monsters which compose the higher ranks of Aizen's army.
[ ] What do you look like?
What is this? Why is it recapping what your distant past remembers? Why is it asking what You— This fake would look like?
You force yourself to continue reading, and as you do your confusion and caution begin to change to horror as you do.
Even in your precarious situation, your power is not insignificant. You are the living testimony to the disturbing closeness between Hollows and Shinigami; blending the features of both in a single form, you hold a spiritual power that ordinary Hollows would dread to face. Although you have not seen a Shinigami in centuries, you are assured that your power as an Arrancar would allow you to defeat all but the fabled "seated officers" of their inquisitorial army. You have demonstrated innate skills in all core aspect of Hollow powers:
Combat Arts - The overall fighting skills of the Arrancars. Because of your half-Hollow nature, this training covered both sword-fighting and a unique unarmed style exploiting whatever form you assume when releasing your zanpakuto. This skill represents speed, accuracy and strength in melee combat.
Physical Enhancement - Their flesh suffused with reiatsu, spiritual energy, the Arrancars back up their fighting skills with strengthened bodies. Of particular note are the Sonido, the ability to create bursts of speed to move faster than sight, and Hierro, the ability to strengthen one's skin to resist attacks.
Energy Release - Unlike the Shinigami, who have centuries of traditions in harnessing their energy as magical spells, the Arrancars do so in a much more innate and visceral way. Cero, the ability to hurl beams of spiritual energy, and Bala, the ability to throw small projectiles, are their two most notable assets.
Energy Manipulation - The Arrancars are invested with considerable spiritual energy, but their lack of formal training limits their ability to use it efficiently. Those who wish to survive learn to control their power to make it last longer, to cow others with their auras, or simply to perceive and read the energy of others.
Like all Arrancars, you were reborn with innate talents in all these skills, but there is one in which you manifested more gifts. Which one?
These are simple explanations for what the abilities of hollows are, what you once believed them to be, but that's changed from then… Has it? You try to remember if you can recall the moments you remember contemplating about what you were and what you could do.
[ ] Combat Arts.
[ ] Physical Enhancement.
[ ] Energy Release.
[ ] Energy Manipulation.
As you were reborn an aberration, a half-Hollow half-Shinigami, a fragment of your mask was reforged into a sword, bound to your soul. This is your zanpakuto, your soul-cutter, and if you call upon its name you will undergo resurreccion, regaining your lost Hollow powers.
What kind of power does your sword grant you? Feel free to suggest specific abilities, which may be included in a later vote for exact powers.
What do the boxes mean? What are you supposed to do with them? Are you supposed to do something with them? What concerns you the most however is the fact that the words are implying that "You" have a power over what this fake turns out to be. But how do you choose your options? Do You want to even try to? You read onward.
[ ] Enhancement-type.
The most common form of resurreccion, this changes your body into a more powerful shape, increasing your strength, resistance and mobility, and exchanging your sword for some kind of natural weapon. These are the most straightforward releases, and the most efficient in terms of energy consumption.
Enhancement? Would that be like Cirucci's Release?
[ ] Range-type.
Often blending in with the ability to use Cero or Bala, such a release focuses on the ability to attack at a distance. While it provides less versatility than an enhanced body, such resurreccions often have the highest spikes of power and can be used to utterly overwhelm an enemy.
Range Type. Like Cirucci.
[ ] Trick-type.
The wild card of resurreccions, such a release grants you some strange, unique ability that will often take even the most cautious of opponents off-guard. Such abilities rarely have intense power, but must be engaged in a specific way to defeat them or else hold a tremendous advantage.
You are already missing Cirucci.
Finally, all Arrancars have a history, and some of them have walked strange paths to get where they are. Do you possess one or more of the following unique traits?
[ ] High-Speed Regeneration.
Hollows possess the innate ability to regenerate wounds at great speed; However, most Arrancars choose to shed this ability upon assuming their new form so as to make their bodies stronger; one who does not get hurt in the first place need not heal. Only a few arrancars refuse that sacrifice. Start with Physical Enhancement one level lower, but gain a Beginner rank in Advanced Skill: High-Speed Regeneration.
Your Regeneration has served you well but… This is its description almost exactly. This concerns you so much.
[ ] Gillian origin.
Most Arrancars considered worth sending to battle were once Adjuchas, the second rank of Menos Grande, whose shape solidified out of the chorus of souls into a clear form. Few Gillian-born Arrancars hold the spiritual power necessary to warrant consideration by lord Aizen - but those few who merit such distinction tend to have peculiar abilities compensating for their weakness. Start with Energy Manipulation one level lower, but gain a Beginner rank in Advanced Skill: Spiritual Consumption.
Is this… a what could have been? No. This Fake Nemo is just that. A Fake, a copy, a Fraud.
[ ] Acid Touch.
The reiatsu of Hollows is spiritually poisonous to mortal, burning them with a touch. Spiritually potent beings like Shinigami are immune to such effects, and so Arrancars tend to abandon this ability as they transform; but a few retain this ability and develop it to levels potent enough to harm even peer opponents - but this power does not intersect well with ordinary fighting styles. Start with Combat Arts one level lower, but gain a Beginner rank in Advanced Skill: Destructive Touch.
These… You don't know anymore. You don't know what to know anymore. Why is it that you are being shown this.
Welcome to Now You Feel Like Number None. Set in the setting of Bleach and inspired by @Maugan Ra's very own We Stand in Awe, this Quest aims to follow the adventures of a low-ranking member of Aizen's army in the short time preceding their first assault on Karakura Town.
What?
Full disclosure: I have a lot of bones to pick with Bleach's canon, and we're going to play fast and loose with it, especially with everything that follows the Hueco Mundo arc.
Although this Quest is narratively driven (no dice-rolling or exact stat calculation), we will be using a system of "ranks" to assess the respective powers of characters, measure your growth and comparative abilities. These ranks are bought with xp and the entire thing is more or less ripped off from We Stand in Awe, so sue me. To earn XP, you can finish narrative arcs, perform impressive in-character deeds, undergo training montages in "downtime," and things of that caliber.
Ex-Pee? What exactly is that?
Chargen is above; I've already picked a name because I love bad puns and dumb architect references in Arrancar names. Also you're a female character because there's, like, two female Arrancars that matter in canon and it's a tragedy.
The ranking system:
- Incapable - Not technically a level as such, this will only show up on a character sheet in the rare event that some circumstance makes it utterly impossible for you to learn or use a particular skill.
- Untrained - This represents the baseline, what you can accomplish without any focused training.
- Student (100xp) - Having received some basic training in the skill in question, you have started down the long road to mastery. For humans and shinigamis, this level almost always requires that someone specifically educate you in the skill in question, though future improvements can be attained through solo practice. Many Hollows are born with such innate ability, however.
- Adept (200xp) - You have supplemented your initial lessons with hard-won experience, and can now employ the skill with considerable confidence. This level is considered 'average' for an unranked shinigami, and is the baseline skill level of most "natural" Arrancars.
- Skilled (400xp) - Your proficiency with the skill is worthy of note among the ranks of spirits. Seated officers of the Gotei 13 will virtually always have at least one skill at this rank, increasing as they climb in status. "Artificial" Arrancars typically have this as their baseline level, showing their inborn superiority.
- Veteran (800xp) - Such levels of powers are noteworthy among the ranks of Aizen's armies, and Arrancars showcasing such power are often recruited as Fraccion by the powerful Espada.
- Master (1600xp) - You are truly a force to be reckoned with, and others will seek you out for advice and guidance in improving their own skills to a similar level. This level of fundational skill is typical of shinigami Captain and Espada.
- Champion (2400xp) - Your skill is awe-inspiring, capable of sweeping aside those of lesser worth with minimal effort. Most Espada and shinigami Captains hold this rank in their areas of individual focus.
- Legendary (3200xp) - You have reached the absolute pinnacle of what is possible for this skill, and any future improvements will be of the tiniest increment at best. Perhaps one person in all of Las Noches has such proficiency.
These Ranks… You understand what is said about them… But what does it mean? That is when, however, your blood freezes.
T-that's you. Drawn strangely for sure. B-but that's Y-you. You think you stare at the picture for a great deal of time, somewhere between Minutes and Hours. The realization of what this means scares you. You almost want to stop here, to rip out your eyes, to stop going onward, to try to play this off as fiction. But you must go on. To learn the Truth.
Name: Nemo Elcorbuzier
Position: Arrancar #48
That's who and where you are located. But it still has a chance of being f-fake. (It has to...)
Description
You are a woman of short stature, with a build that borders on malnourished. Your face is adorned with a flat mask, featureless but for two horns curving out from above your brow, not unlike ribbed antennas. Cracks run through the cheeks of the mask and the bottom has been torn off to reveal your mouth. Other than that, the only uncovered feature are your large brown eyes, which stare doe-like at the world from your mask's round eyelets. Your white Arrancar uniform is completed by a scarf of black fabric stolen from a Gillian and beautifully woven with silver thread. Your sword is a thing of dull grey iron, forged like a shortened lance with sharp edges, crude and brutally efficient. Your hollow hole punches through the base of your throat, and is generally at least half-hidden under your cloak.
The Description of the F-fake is a little off, but still dead on enough.
Primary Combat Skills
- Combat Arts: Skilled Adept (Unfavored, Crippled)
- XP 0/1200
- Your skills with the blade and in unarmed combat are the peak of human skill, with slightly greater strength and speed. You can face several base Hollows or unseated Shinigami at once, can duel low-ranking officers as an equal, and might survive the opening assault of a superior opponent to allow escape.
- Spoiler: Rank Before Crippling
Unfavored? Crippled?
- Physical Enhancement:
- Sonido: Veteran Skilled (Unfavored, Crippled)
- XP 0/2400
- You have greatly enhanced speed. You can run at top human sprinting speed over great distance and perform inhuman leaps and acrobatics. You can use the "airstep" in the living world, but doing so requires concentration and is difficult in combat. Your burst speed allows you to use Sonido to withdraw from close combat, although you lack the precision to combine this with melee attacks.
- Spoiler: Level Before Crippling
You know your speed was never the best. B-but this means nothing. (nothing…)
- Hierro: Skilled (Unfavored)
- XP 75/1200
- Your hardened skin makes you immune to most natural hazards, and gives you a measure of resistance against attacks using elemental powers or raw spiritual energy. An instant's thought hardens your skin to provide considerable resistance to physical attacks, to the point of immunity against base Hollows and unseated shinigami, as well as significantly reducing the damage of peer opponents.
You are not the most durable of Arrancar but that's because you had a different Focus!.
- Energy Release:
- Cero: Master (Favored)
- XP 0/1800
- Your Cero has grown to the heights of power normally reserved for the Espada. Your wind-up is short enough to use Veteran-level Ceros in melee combat and Master-level Ceros with only short preparation. Its power can level a city block. Cero Fantasma allows you to release your energy in a wave around you, reducing direct power for the sake of a wider area of effect. Cero Triste allows you to tap into your target's memories and trauma to create haunting phantoms. At great cost you may use the Gran Rey Cero, one of the most destructive energy releases possible.
Your Ceros are tougher… Right?
- Bala: Veteran (Favored)
- XP 600/1200
- Your Bala is both harder and faster than your own physical attacks allowing you to knock opponents away and put pressure on them at a range and to mix them with physical blows. You can even unleash a barrage of Balas to deny the opponent escape at an increased energy cost. Your Bala Envolver causes a lingering effect which restrains your opponent's movements, cumulative with successive hits.
(N-no… It's not true right?)
- Energy Manipulation:
- Reiatsu Control: Master (Favored)
- XP 0/1800
- Your masterful control over your own energy allows you to spare your reserves throughout a fight, allowing you to last longer. You can flare your reiatsu to cow Hollows, most Numeros and low-seated shinigami, even impairing Fraccion-level opponents. You can suppress your reiatsu to become undetectable to those with Reiatsu Perception lower than your Control, and when you do so you surround yourself in a psychic aura that makes you less noticeable and more quiet. While suppressing your reiatsu, you may manipulate shadows to cause distractions. While flaring it and with an effort of focus, you may use these shadows to disrupt abilities that require concentration.
From here on out you can't stop crying. You can keep trying to deny it. But you can't. This isn't some [F-Fake]. It's You. This wretched text is You. Whoever made this, unless they are only recording it, which is unlikely. The tears blur your vision. You cannot read any more. Not for now. For you know what lies ahead. Nothing but pain and suffering.
(Thanks to the Beta People)
(Feedback Appreciated Please)
These always amuse me. Definitely not based on anyone, uh? That SkySpider bloke rings some bells 25xp.As always, names are randomly chosen.
Tessai Quest, Update ##
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As you see the mess before you, your eyes confirming what your spiritual senses told you, every part of you wants nothing more than to rip this creature that hurt your daughter limb from limb. But... you can't. Not right away. You promised Ururu that you would at least give the Arrancar a chance, and while Ururu may have been bloodied and broken at the hands of the monster she's asked for mercy for, as long as she lives you won't go back on your word.
Not that that means you can't try and encourage the Arrancar- either one of the two- to give you an excuse.
"I will never understand Ururu's fascination for you," You say, slowly and deliberately walking along the water's surface towards the moth-like monster. "Having met you only once, she believed you had a kindness inside you, and could be turned to good. Yet both times you have come to our town, you have left her broken, in pain. Do you enjoy this, Arrancar?"
Both of your foes shift nervously in response to your words, a sight that gratifies you- but it's not enough. Cracking your knuckles, and flexing your spiritual energies slightly to increase the intimidation of your presence, you continue. "I will make sure now to remove the source of that sick fascination, that you may not hurt her again."
Pausing, you give the pair- especially that creature- a second to absorb your words and feel the fear that you know they'll inspire to the fullest. But as much as you want to leave it at that, to guarantee that you'll have an excuse to kill the moth-like Arrancar... you promised. And what sort of father would you be if you broke a promise to your daughter? So, reluctantly, you finish, "Unless, that is, you surrender immediately."
For a moment you see both of the Arrancar waver, and you worry that they might accept your offer- but then you feel it. The slight shifting of spiritual power, so subtle that they themselves may not notice it, that tells you that they won't surrender. That they're preparing to move. Whether it's to flee or fight you can't tell, but one thing is clear to you: they've rejected your generous offer.
Perfect.
[] Bombard them with Kido. Kido of all types is your speciality, and even if you can't go all-out in such a populated area the spells you can use should still be more than enough to annihilate these two Arrancar.
[] Bind them and get close. Binding spells don't carry the risk of collateral damage the way destructive spells do, and once they're immobilised you'll be free to tear them apart at leisure.
There is a moratorium of two hours on this vote. Discuss your actions.
hey @Cetashwayo it's your girlWeregild
After a day of being poked and prodded by that madman Grantz, you would love nothing more than to return to the Red Chamber, to spend some leisure time with your love. The poor dear is still recovering from her recent ordeal, after all, even if she has become almost impossibly good at putting up a brave face recently. You are thinking about teaching her how to play Go. The game has a way of settling and occupying the mind, keeping the dreadful boredom that comes from being shut into a fortress alone at bay. You hope it will help keep Nemo from other strenuous activities in your absence.
Unfortunately, there are some things that have to be settled first – some ancient customs that have to be obeyed again, if you are to ever reach your dream of building something worthwhile in this wasteland full of monsters and broken things.
And so, your steps carry you once more towards the place of your exile – the massive fortifications that separate Las Noches from the eternal night that still rules the rest of Hueco Mundo. As your Sonido devours the miles and you fly across the sunbaked desert sand you can't help but feel some apprehension about returning to the site of the lowest chapter in your existence as an Arrancar. Not just because of bad memories about lone months spent waiting in your cavernous room full of shadows and dry dust, but because of who you are about to meet.
The time has come to visit Dordonni once again, now the sole gatekeeper of Las Noches by decree of Lord Aizen.
You had made your resolve at the grave of Centimanus. That you would not merely be a sword left on a rack until Lord Aizen had need of you. That you would not let yourself be lulled into listlessness in anticipation of the great war to come. That you would reach out to others as Nemo had reached out to you.
Dordonni, one of the few remaining members of the first generation of the Espada and someone that had shared your exile is a natural first choice. He was a gregarious personality that you might have called a friend if things had been differently.
But despite that, you and your allies fought against him and his vassals.
Luppi killed two of them.
If Dordonni had killed one of your Fraccion, you would have attempted to rip him to shreds, whatever old bonds you might have once had be damned.
You come to a stop in a cloud of disturbed sand. The wall looms ahead of you like the pillars of the world and you absent-mindedly brush an out of place strand of hair back into place before smoothing out your dress and checking on the two bottles of fine wine you had carefully picked out from the Red Chambers storage rooms. Then you realize that you are just stalling for time.
It isn't like you to be so nervous and fuzzy over a single meeting. You are Cirucci the Thunderwitch, Quinta Espada, Slayer of the Killing Moon. Dordonni is merely a gatekeeper, still fallen from Aizens grace even now.
But you can somehow feel that this is different. You don't fear him. He might have been your equal once, but ever since you met Nemo, you have outgrown him. You scoff at your own weakness, before gathering yourself and entering the labyrinthine corridors that criss-cross the fortifications of Las Noches, going down the same paths you had walked only days before to emerge at Dordonnis fort.
You do not find him there this time. Instead of the self-styled Hidalgo, the only one you meet is his second in command, Elyssa, the Heron-masked arrancar training her sonido within the seemingly endless corridor of Dordonnis fort. She is alone, for now, and as your own flash step takes you closer within her domain, she starts and turns from you, for a moment looking like she is about to run from you.
Within fractions of a second, she schools her startled features, and addresses you with a proper, if still sloppy bow, her eyes cast down to the ground: "Quinta. What brings you to the Gates of Las Noches?"
Good. It appears Dordonni has taught her some manners since you last spoke. You can see that she is afraid of you, the tension in her body and the placement of her feet betray her, but she masters her feelings admirably. You wonder if the frank openness with which she addressed you the last time you the last time you visited this fortress will ever return, now that you and yours have fought her and her comrades and she has witnessed your full power.
"Gatekeeper Elyssa", you acknowledge her with a nod, "I seek to speak to Dordonni."
Elyssa furrows her brow beneath her mask. "I am sorry. He isn't here right now. He is at Gantenbainnes old fortress, auditing new members of the Gatekeepers.", she hesitates for a moment. "Shall I fetch him?"
"That will not be necessary. You needn't abandon your post.", you assure her. "I know these tunnels full well. I shall find him myself." Even as you turn to leave, Elyssa takes a half-step forward.
"May I ask what you need to talk to him for?", the beaked Arrancar asks, a slight waver betraying the worry in her voice, even as her eyes are looking directly into yours for the first time on this second meeting of yours. Ah, there it is, that defiance that you noticed the first time the two of you talked.
You straighten your back and look straight back into her eyes for a time, before nodding, satisfied with what you are seeing.
"My business with Dordonni is restitution.", you begin slowly, before you raise your voice a little, "As the mistress of Luppi Antenor, his killing of Menis and Aldegor, Dordonnis subordinates, is my responsibility. Such feuds ought to be settled amongst the nobility, wouldn't you agree?"
Elyssas widened eyes and slightly opened mouth betray her surprise, but she manages to steady herself and nod. "I think Dordonni would like it that way.", she answers, her voice carefully neutral.
You chuckle mirthlessly, before setting off towards Gantenbainnes old fortress, leaving a few last words for the Gatekeeper. "I thought he would."
It doesn't take you long to reach your destination, your steps devouring the distance as you effortlessly navigate the Labyrinth of the area formerly known as Tres Cifras. Within the large, almost featureless room that served as Gantenbainnes fortress, you can feel multiple flares of Reiatsu, and hear the sounds of clashing blades, crushed rubble and fired balas..
As you step through the door you can see that Dordonni is indeed hard at work testing new applicants to his Gatekeepers. He stands in the centre of four weaker Arrancar, his blade blocking a fierce strike from the studded mace of a huge, blond fighter with a mask like stag-beetle horns, even as he counters the crying bala of an eyeless woman with one of his own.
"Good!", he cries out as you enter, "You are starting to learn how to fight as a team!". Clearly sensing you, he adds: "That's it for now! Sheathe your weapons and look sharp, iniciados! We have company."
His announcement startles the Arrancar in the room, and the unexpectedly unharmed initiates begin to form up into a single file rank. Even as Dordonni sheathes his weapon and walks up to you, you can hear fearful muttering from their direction.
It seems these guys are indeed as new as they look, you muse, getting a good look at them and their sloppily formed file. Most of them you vaguely remember, they were among the ubiquitous Numeros that Aizen created before he gained the Hogyoku. There is Zemere, the eyeless woman you noticed before, Stein, a small, rodent-looking Arrancar with a knifelike Zanpakuto, and Cornis, an unusually rotund arrancar with mask fragments that remind you of round spectacles. The large mace fighter seems new to you, though.
Still, they do seem to have some potential. Dordonni does indeed seem to have an eye for this. You turn your attention back towards the former Privaron, as he comes to a stop in front of you.
"Cirucci. How strange, to meet you again so soon. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?", he asks you. He is as suave as ever, you think. No sign of anger or wariness. Did they mean so little to him?
You decide to test him.
"Menis and Aldegor", you answer, simply, watching him carefully. And indeed, Dordonnis composure does crack in a flash of anger, before a scowl forms on his face.
"What are you trying to pull, Cirucci?", he asks, his voice deep and rough, his shoulders squared as if for a fight. Good.
You continue in a flat, official tone of voice: "You'll soon find that Luppi Antenor has offered to serve under me as my Fraccion. As he killed your subordinates, I thought it best to seek you out and offer restitution."
The scowl on Dordonis face is replaced by a raised eyebrow that transitions into a frown, even as Dordonnis body language and reiatsu step down from its battle-ready status.
"That doesn't seem like you, Cirucci. Apologizing.", the leader of the Gatekeepers opines.
"You misunderstand". You shrug. "I don't regret their deaths, and I won't apologize. That day in the arena, I did what I had to do, and Luppi was crucial in achieving my goal." You look straight into Dordonnis eyes. "But I don't want their deaths to lead to a feud between my people and the Gatekeepers. So, I've come to offer my condolences and do what I can to make things right."
Dordonnis eyes flicker down to the basket with the wine bottles at your side. "Ah. So, you offer Weregild?", he asks in a strange tone of voice.
"Indeed." You nod. "Let us open these bottles in the memory of your subordinates and let me assure you that I owe you a debt of honor over this matter."
A sad smile forms on Dordonnis face before he raises his voice to dismiss the initiates he has gathered for today.
"I would like that."
_____________________Probably belated congratulations to Omicron. Had this Omake lying around unfinished for more than three months. I am not good at dialogue. Hopefully putting my heart into finishing it is a suitable belated birthday present. Thanks for all the amazing work you have done on this quest, every time i see it update it really brightens my day.
this is amazingbefore I read Omicron's update...
Suicide Missions
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"...and then, we returned via garganta," Ulquiorra said in his usual near-monotone. "That concludes this after-action report. This mission was a nearly-flawless success."
"Who, boy, you aren't kidding," Grimmjow chimed in. "I haven't had this much fun in years. Although, let's be honest, it got a little rough out there. I thought we might be in trouble when all those extra captains showed up. Good thing my boy Ilforte was on the ball, right?"
"Where did he even learn to operate a cement mixer?" Harribel wondered. "Without that, I don't see how Nemo and Tesla would have survived Ulquiorra's little tantrum, much less distracted your opponents long enough for you to disengage safely."
"Eh. Ilforte's got skills. I wouldn't keep him around if he was just a pretty face."
"I was not throwing a tantrum," Ulquiorra pointed out sullenly. "I secured the primary mission objective, and left the maximum number of combatants behind to help deal with the shinigami..."
"Yeah, whatever. You didn't even edit your gloating out of the creepy eyeball movie you showed us. Get bent."
"That brings up a new point, though," Aaroniero spoke up from the end of the table. "When is it going to be my turn to send Nemo Elcorbuzier on a suicide mission?"
Everyone stared silently at him.
"Oh, come on. This can't be a coincidence. Is there, like, a sign-up sheet or something? Or a rotation? I'm not trying to jump in line, but I don't want to get left out. Sending Nemo out to die must be great fun, because everyone important does it. And it's so useful! Aizen sent her to die, and she came back with those notes for him. Now, Ulquiorra sent her out to die, and he's such a stick in the mud."
"Huh," Grimmjow commented. "That's true, isn't it? It's like, the cool thing to do."
"No one is sending Nemo on suicide missions," Cirucci grated through clenched teeth. "This whole conversation is completely inappropriate..."
"Don't be selfish, Thunderwitch. You got to send Nemo to her doom already. Let everyone else have a turn."
"I never..."
"You did," Ulquiorra said. "You sent her to provoke Yammy into releasing before you challenged him. That's definitely a suicide mission. Yammy would have killed her in a heartbeat."
"She was just supposed to be figuring out why nobody challenged him. She wasn't supposed to provoke him. She gets a little carried away sometimes."
"What about having her assassinate Ruddborne? That totally could have gotten her killed."
"I never wanted her to assassinate Ruddborne! That was completely spontaneous. She was supposed to be with Luppi at the time. She just does these things."
"I don't buy it," Barragan answered. "You can tell the truth, Cirucci. We won't think less of you. I, myself, sent Nemo on a suicide mission shortly before she started working from you, and I found the results to be quite satisfactory. At the time, I was a little displeased at her survival, but now I'm eager to see how long she can keep evading doom."
"See?" Aaroniero said. "I just want to get my turn. There's this hollow I've been wanting to eat, and I'd like to send Nemo to bring it back alive. It's totally out of her league. I bet she'll do something amazing. Shouldn't take too long for her, I imagine."
"Does it have to be a 'mission', exactly?" Grimmjow wondered. "I mean, if this is the going thing, I want to be a team player, but I don't really have a job in mind. Maybe I could just invite her to come train with me and my guys? And we'll keep going until she either inflicts a permanent scar on me, or dies, whichever comes first. Would that count?"
"That seems fair," Harribel allowed. "Except she's just going to Gran Rey you. We already know she can do that."
"Yeah, you're right, that would be kind of lame. Well, I'll try to think of something before my turn comes up. I like Nemo, I want to do right by her. How about you, Zommari, you have any plans?"
your formatting is killing me and this is very shortOkay okay I dunno how well this is going to go over with you guys but here's something that's bouncing around in my head like a superball, lemme get it out.
After-Battle Report.
Aizen groaned, enjoying far too much the relaxating massage of his hand against his face.
"Once more, from the top." he distantly heard himself say.
"So, a few days ago, Cirucci throws a Gala, to bring together the Arrancar of Las Noche. An amusing gesture, to be sure. Only Ulquihorra was annoyed at it being about Barragan's killing the man who held the position of Third Captain before Gin took it, courtesy of Luppi apparently being quite the storyteller. Because Hollows are one sort, Shinigami are another, something like that. On top of that, Tesla further pissed him off by basically begging him incessantly to become his fraccion. So come the mission we have a no-doubt fantastically stressed out Quatro.
Now, the mission begins. The Sexta is joined by Luppi Antenor and things go very well. They killed the 11th's third seat Ikkaku despite his holding a Bankai- something I did not actually know about- and took off the 10th's arm. Incidentally, Octava! can you make a wine cooler with that arm?"
"It would be a pleasure Lord Aizen!"
"Thank you. Incidentally, a wine ration will be assigned to the Quatro from now on."
"Now, that is not the only victory we gained this round. The new Quinta, has defeated and captured Ichigo Korosaki, fufilling the primary objective of this mission."
Cirucci preens.
"At this point, the Quatro, decided to secure himself some stress relief by drinking her tears as he summoned a Caja Negaccion to spirit her away and leave behind her fraccion Nemo and Tesla to fend for themselves."
Ulqihorra's frown deepens.
"Nemo and Tesla, it seems, held the duty of ensuring Cirucci and Ichigo's duel went without interruption. Which they did, although Tesla had to use his Ressureccion to achieve victory here. And then what should have been a thrice-fold victory for Las Noches...Began to swing back to Soul Society. Because that's when Tessai showed up to take revenge on Nemo. Tesla and Nemo then fled to Illforte, who was duelling Rukia and presumably would have won had he been uninterrupted-the major missed opportunity in this mission. Meanwhile, the Sexta was prevented from finishing off the remaining Soul society garrison by the arrival of a very angry Urahara and Yoruchi."
"THANKFULLY, before the Sexta pack took any casualties, Nemo somehow negotiated a peace truce and a further meeting on neutral ground backed by another third party -one I did not even know existed before now!- and took Illforte and Tesla back to Las Noches. This in turn was noted by Luppi, who called for the retreat of the Sexta pack before the opposing forces could converge upon them. Also apparently Nemo is capable of serving as a medic -for the third time, I was unaware of this and it would have been quite useful to know!- given the field treatment she performed upon Illforte. Am I missing anything important?"
Ichigo finishes gnawing his way past the last layer of the Ties that Bind upon him to inject.
"YEAH! WHY"D YOU KIDNAP ME!?!"
"That was covered in the pre-mission meeting Ichigo. Suffice it to say I have plans for you."
"To lock me in the highest room in the tallest tower because you feel like playing Dragon now!?"
Aizen smiles in somewhat unhinged amusement.
"That would be my bedroom, and while entertaining to be so theatrical as that, no. Also, not for you to know, princess Ichigo."
Gin, grinning like a monkey, excuses himself a few moments too late to prevent his laughter from echoing through the hall.
"Anything else? No? Meeting adjurned. Oh, and Cirucci, you're in charge of making sure Ichigo does not attempt some sort of hare-brained escape."
...I might have channeled Omegahugger a bit coming up with this.
This is actually pretty strong! Good characterization! Poor, poor Nemo. Probably not quite how I would have written a Surrender outcome myself, actually, but not that far from it. Interesting to see a reader develops the concept. 25xp.What's that? Omakes for Omicron's birthday you say? Well then, just because we haven't already had way more than enough of them, have another very non-canon Omake(tm)! Surrender wasn't an option with how Nemo's thought processes are going right now... but what if it was?
-Surrender-
"I will make sure now to remove the source of that sick fascination," Tessai says, cracking his knuckles, "that you may not hurt her again." He pauses. Distant lightning is reflected in his glasses, making them shine a cold white. "Unless, that is, you surrender immediately."
Tesla turns his one good eye to you, and you look up at him, anxiety twisting your gut.
Cirucci is gone. Everyone else is still fighting. You do not know if there is any extraction to be hoping for. You do not know if your allies are in reach.
It's not an easy choice. The old Nemo, before she had met Cirucci? Well, you're not sure that she would have even been able to consider that a Shinigami might keep his word to her, actually. She'd certainly not stay and fight though. She'd run, and she'd likely try to use Tesla as a distraction, too.
But you aren't the same person you were. You've changed. You wouldn't have even fought the three girls in the first place, if you were your old self, unless there was simply no other way out of it. You're almost tempted to stand and fight even here, against a captain level foe.
Of course, that would get you killed. Almost certainly. Maybe if you released, and fought with Tesla, you'd stand a chance of delaying for a bit. But for long enough for a rescue to come? You can feel the shift of energy from an ongoing fight where Grimmjow and Luppi are, still. There wouldn't be help coming from that corner for a while yet.
Could you run with Tesla long enough to reach the main group? Or to find Ilforte and join up with him? But then again, you can't convince yourself that you and Tesla joining on their side, especially after a desperate flight, would do anything to help against bringing an angry captain on your heels. You could get Ilforte killed if you went to him, and if you joined up with the others? You might well finally get Luppi killed for being around you.
Fighting isn't an option worth mentioning, and running at best would leave you to sacrifice an ally for your own skin again. You can imagine things going better, maybe with the nearby manacles or if he holds himself back enough due to the humans in the area... but it's too unlikely for too little gain.
What if... what if you do surrender though? Your mind tries to rebel at the idea; you're not the cowardly little moth hiding in corners and fleeing the notice of the powerful anymore! You're the lover and servant of the quinta Espada! You consult with the Octava! You make clothes for the Primera's other half! But you force yourself to think past that pride, regardless. What is your goal?
To survive and return to Cirucci. You don't want to think of what hearing of your death would do to her, and you have to be by her side.
But it's nearly impossible that you'll manage to return to her in this situation. Not without risks that you're no longer willing to make for yourself. Just as you gave yourself up to Tousen, knowing it would hurt Cirucci, you can't bring the wrath of this man down on someone else. So then... survive.
You glance from the angry, wrathful look on Tessai's face, down to the five children behind him. The girls who you fought, and who wanted to capture you rather than kill you. They're the reason he's offering surrender, and he's likely counting on the fact that you won't accept. But if you do, then to kill you anyway would lose all of their trust. If he truly loves Ururu, there's no way that he'll be willing to go back on his word here.
You've never prided yourself purely on your skill in a fight. You weave your magic in cloth, bind it to objects of power. You touch on the magic that connects souls to each other, and you flit through the shadows. More than that, you were trained by Cirucci until you could fade from a conversation as well as you could from sight in a fight. The mission has already been completed - the next part requires getting as many of them as possible into Los Noche. Who's to say that they wouldn't want a guide? Or, if they leave you behind, you're sure that Cirucci would break you out on her way to the real fight once they were caught, unable to return.
And all of that is assuming you can't find any way to either escape yourself, or convince them to let you go. It's still unpalatable, and it's still a horrible situation to be stuck in... but it's the best of the bad options.
You turn to Tesla, giving him a small bow, and ask him to please let Cirucci know that you are alive and well, and that they will likely hold your safety to ensure Ichigo Kurosaki's in turn. He stares at you, apparently not understanding, until you turn back to Tessai while sheathing your sword. You ask, since it is you that he has a problem with, that he allow your companion to go free and make sure that your Mistress does not think you dead. You don't want to sadden her so much, and if she knows you are alive, she might be willing to negotiate for something. After all... Shinigami cannot reach Hueco Mundo on their own, where their friend now is, can they?
The mustache twitches, somehow conveying a deep, smoldering rage as he relaxes his posture bit by creaking bit. It's as though watching a statue forced to move itself, rocks grinding against each other with each inch that it gives. Still, he straightens fully, looking like he's just bitten into a lemon. "...I could still simply capture you both, or purify him."
Yes, you acknowledge. But you spared the lives of his charges, and even Tesla didn't kill anyone before the fight was stopped. And, he did offer you surrender. Would he go back on his word, forcing you to fight to defend your ally? Would he insist on leaving your Mistress thinking you dead at his hands, grieving and crying for revenge? You have already accepted his surrender on a simple condition that can be as much to his benefit as to yours, if he doesn't plan on simply killing you in captivity. It also means that he can be sure that you won't get away, no matter how unlikely it might be.
Nor, you point out, would he have to leave his charges alone while he follows you through the city while powerful hollows roam it.
You can see the moment that he accepts it, even before he vocalizes it. His eyes scrunch behind his glasses, his forehead creasing, and he tightens his fingers into a fist for a moment in frustration. But he can't argue with your logic, manipulative as it is. Not with Orihime behind him, conscious and listening, at least. And not with Ururu starting to stir and wake up from the healing.
"...Fine." The agreement is curt, tight, and more than a bit frustrated, but you quickly turn to Tesla, giving your most imploring look to him.
You need him to go, and to tell Cirucci that you're safe, merely captured. The mission was already completed, and there's no reason for him to stay.
He gives you a strange look, eyes slightly wide, before he nods. "...Right. I'll make sure she knows." You're not sure if he also got the subtext you tried to include, since you had to make it subtle enough that the Shinigami captain behind you wouldn't understand. But the reference to the mission should have hopefully had him in mind of the plan for why you had kidnapped Kurosaki.
"Of course," Tessai interjects, his rage hidden from his body language save for his eyes, "you can not expect me to simply allow your friend to open a Garganta while you are unbound and able to move."
You turn back, nodding. You had expected that might be the case. You doubted there were many Shinigami who would willingly trust an Arrancar by her honor. The girls had tried to use some manacles, and you'd be happy to wait, or go to get them, or go with him, however he wanted to handl-
Pillars crash down around you, provoking a small, broken sound of surprise to escape you, before sheets of white cloth surround the pillars, radiating spiritual pressure enough that it forces you to your knees. Strips of it shoot from the pillars as it wraps around them, striking you and wrapping around you as though intelligent, forcing your arms behind your back and your elbows together as your legs are bound together. And then a giant slab of metal slams down onto you, forcing you flat on your stomach and making you cough up some more blood as it seems to do its best to flatten your inner organs. You can't move an inch, can't push your spiritual energy past the oppressive power flattening you. Muffled words come from outside.
"There. Go. But remember, should I see you here again... I will not be prone to mercy again. You were going to finish two of my charges off, had I not intervened." You hear the Garganta tear open, and snap shut, without the slightest hint of anything reaching your spiritual senses. It's like being blind, not lost in darkness, but with your eyes being burned by staring at the sun. It makes you feel painfully lost, vulnerable, helpless even beyond being unable to move. If it's something close to what Esmeralda deals with every day, you have a new respect for the sacrifice she was required to make.
There's a time of silence, of endless waiting where seconds and minutes blend together and become indistinguishable. You hadn't ever realized quite how used to feeling your environment and the others all around you were. He surely didn't have to leave you bound so uncomfortably for long to retrieve the manacles, either. Apparently, the Shinigami wizard had decided on some small personal punishment despite everything. It is still better than the alternative possibilities, you tell yourself.
To distract yourself, you start to focus on the bindings themselves. It's still like looking into the sun, but you have gazed on Coyote Starrk's power. Next to the Primera Espada, it is still suffocating and blinding, but only to things beyond it. More like looking at a sturdy wall with lights set in it. You focus inwards, bringing your own power under control as much as you can, and then slowly, touch on the bindings. Not to fight them, but with La Marana's delicate touch, just to study it. You've felt a Shinigami use their magic, their Kido before, but it was in battle, only lasting for an instant, and when you had been distinctly less skilled with La Marana as well.
If he seeks to leave you to suffer of boredom, you will just have to disappoint him on that. Painful though it is, and as worried as you are, getting your first good look at how the energies of the binding Kido are structured around you, how they block your power and weigh you down while forming physical bindings? It's fascinating, to be honest. Perhaps, when things are over, and you are spreading your art all around, you could find someone to teach you some of the Shinigami arts like this. It's much too complex for you to piece together everything about it, or even a fraction in the time you have before you feel the plucking of its threads from outside, but even just that much has given you new ideas for your works.
The cloth wrappings that seal the outside world away from you pull back, leaving you to blink at the light and see the muscle-bound figure of your captor swim back into view. Along with him is a blonde man wearing a strange outfit, a cap with green and white stripes atop... well, if it weren't for the hat, you'd think he had a fashion sense, actually. The hat, however, destroys that notion completely. Slaughters it mercilessly and spits on the grave of it. Maybe he has someone else pick out the rest of his clothes. Or the hat has some sort of sentimental value... but no, then he'd likely keep it somewhere safe rather than taking it out into battle. Though you can't help but approve of him taking it into a fight - the more chances for it to be put out of its misery the better.
"So," the blonde pipes up with a cheerful tone at odds with the look in his eyes. "This is the one who surrendered, huh? Same little thing who stole my research notes before, is she?" And quite suddenly, you are feeling distinctly less comfortable about the idea of having surrendered yourself into these people's keeping. You were rather hoping that he wouldn't have remembered that, with everything else going on.
The mustached giant nods, looking somehow more intimidating for looking down at you from above while you're tied up.
...Most people probably look more intimidating that way, though thinking of Cirucci looking down at you in that situation is a distinctly different sort of intimidating.
Luckily, you are very good at not letting your thoughts showing on your face, and you manage to simply look up at the two of them with a calm expression as you go to ask them if they're planning on letting you out of the bindings... but, since your normal method of speech requires body language and hand motions to get the intuited meanings across to people, you kind of... can't. Not to mention the metal block still pressing down on you to keep you pinned in place. Its' distinctly uncomfortable, as the small puddle of blood to the side of your head can attest to.
"Oh? You look like you have something to say, there. So why don't you speak up? Did Tessai leave you tongue-tied as well?" His smirk looks entirely too much like Luppi when he's just about to get on a roll.
Well, that's frustrating. You suppose that means you'll have to actually speak.
"Are... you going to undo these?" you ask, nodding your head down towards the cloth wrapped around you.
The blonde lifts his chin, humming as he rubs at his stubble. Does he not know how to shave? Then again, the battle may have just come at an inconvenient time, you suppose. Though the hat, again, makes you suspect that he needs to be reminded to do things like personal hygiene.
...You'd have loved to have that hat, back before you met Cirucci and Riruka.
"No," he replied. "No, I don't think we'll be doing that. Tessai, would you mind helping bring our shop's new tenant along? We can't very well have her lazing around in the middle of the road out here, like this. I have so very many questions for her that I'd like to ask while she's a... captive audience. Not to mention that I have a new lie detector she can help me test! It's something that's sure to help... unmask villains trying to hide things from us."
You've changed your mind. You don't like this plan anymore. You'd rather have tried to run away despite the risks, or fight the muscled wizard Shinigami captain when already exhausted. Maybe Luppi and this shinigami were actually related back when they were both alive? They don't look all that similar, but you could see it all the same, only too well.
You try to inform him that he could at least wait until you weren't in physical agony to taunt you, but again... tied up and unable to get anything across. You pout, wishing you could at least shift enough to move where the metal block is crushing your lungs a bit-
Another cough wracks you, and blood splatters to add to the puddle. You look back up at the two of them to see that Luppi's likely cousin is giving you a bemused look, while Tessai looks very slightly uncomfortable. A small, negligent gesture from him has the pressure vanishing from on top of you, leaving you bound but no longer pinned to the ground. Progress, at least.
Large, strong hands grip your bindings, lifting you without much care for your comfort. It's less rough than you'd expect if the Shinigami wizard was actively trying to hurt you though. You decide to try to take advantage of his likely guilt from seeing the blood, and attempt to ask him if he could be a bit more careful transporting you, due to your injuries.
Naturally, he doesn't notice due to you still being tied up and unable to communicate normally. This is going to get very frustrating if they don't plan to untie you for their questions, you decide.
You're back in the shop you had slipped into before as a thief. It's interesting to note how different a place feels between when you're trying desperately to hide in it from anyone seeing you, as opposed to when you're being carried in on full display for anyone who wants to stare at you.
Which they are. Shamelessly. It has you feeling slightly self conscious, even beyond the fact that you're being carried around like a sack of potatoes.
Orihime is collapsed off to the side in a chair, having stolen a mass of candies and snack foods from the shelf near her, dumped them into a soda bottle, shaken it, and is now drinking the concoction. You glance over to her, meeting her eyes for a moment, before she looks away, unwilling to hold your gaze. You can see how upset she still is, but she doesn't know how to feel outside of that. You fought, but you didn't kill any of them when you had the chance. You let her heal her friends. But then, there was what you did to her... fairy? You're still not quite sure what was up with that.
You do hope that it wasn't a friend of her's that you killed, rather than a weapon or... pet, maybe? Or maybe you didn't kill it, and just crippled it for a bit? You're honestly not sure, which has you feeling even more off balance with her.
Tatsuki, on the other hand, is more than happy to give you a death glare without any sort of reservations regarding the kindness you showed in not finishing them off. She looks ready to try for a second round without letting you loose, first, but is holding herself back for the moment, thankfully.
And then, there's Ururu, who's eyes widen slightly as she sees you, her arms and legs still shaking from where she blocked your cero. Even with the healing powers that they were using, it's clear she's not fully recovered yet. It doesn't stop her from getting to her feet, grabbing the side of the chair she's been resting in, and starting to make her way over to you and your captors, one step at a time.
"You managed to capture her?" she asks, her voice and expression the only parts of her that aren't shaky seeming.
Tessai reaches down to lay his free hand on her head, ruffling her hair in a way that conveys his affection more than words could in a simple moment. "She surrendered, after she was left behind as her reward for helping their mission succeed here. I suspect that such a callous disregard for their own people would have forced her to question her continued loyalty, at least a little."
Technically, it's not Cirucci who was leaving you to die, and she's the only one you'd honestly call yourself loyal to. Well, you do have friends you'd still fight to protect aside from her as well. You stay silent for the moment though; if they think they might be able to turn you to their side, they might treat you better in an effort to show you that they're better. Not that you'd be able to think that, with them working with soul society.
Admittedly, Hueco Mundo has its own worse members, but it hasn't ever had an entire division devoted to making blood sport of souls forcibly hollowed out like soul society did. At least, not to the best of your knowledge.
...Maybe soul society could have some less horrible people in it, too, you suppose. It doesn't change the fact that made people like Aizen and Gin into their captains, and that you honestly doubt they'll ever agree to negotiate until they're forced to change their stance on things or be destroyed.
Ururu looks at you, staring for a long moment. Her expression softens in an almost imperceptible way. "I look forward to speaking to you under more peaceful circumstances than we have in the past," she states. Your lips quick up as you nod, though you can feel the bindings tighten from Tessai's disapproval.
He doesn't want to believe that you could be a good person, despite having hurt Ururu. Despite being hollow, you're sure is part of it as well. Which is the larger part, you couldn't say, yet.
"Yes, well, everyone will be looking forward to that soon enough," Kisuke chimed back in, clapping his hands. "But first, you all need to rest up - maybe go see if Chad is ready to wake up yet - and I'll need to clear our new guest. Can't risk that this might all be part of another of Aizen's wicked plans, you know. For all we know, the moment she's out of her bindings, she'll explode. Or she's here to try to steal more research notes for him, and he gave her some device to let her escape even under a powerful barrier to block her attempts at opening a Garganta. I'll try to keep the questions quick, but you're all likely going to want to finish eating and get some sleep, so we can reconvene tomorrow to discuss what we'll be doing next."
"I would have thought that what we do next is obvious." The new voice, almost boyish, comes from a hall leading down deeper into the shop. A teenager with glasses and black hair - the other one Tesla had fought - is leaning against the wall. He looks calm, almost unfazed by his earlier fight, but you are experienced enough with how you hide your own pain to see that he is doing the same. Your ally wasn't gentle with him.
It earns an amused look from Kisuke, while all of the girls turn to face him, Orihime in particular looking startled. "Ishida! You shouldn't be up yet!" She stands, despite looking even more shaky than Ururu, looking intent on going and herding the boy back to his bed. She doesn't get a step before Kisuke is there, a hand on her shoulder as he pushes her gently back down into her chair.
"Now, now, you should take your own advice, there. I'll put him back to bed myself, and tie him down if he tries to get out again." You can see Ishida opening his mouth to say something, before he looks over at you. Tied up. His mouth clicks shut.
"Yes, well," Ishida finally continues, studiously no longer looking at the bindings on you. "It's clear what we have to do. If the enemy wants Kurosaki, we'll simply have to reclaim him." There's silence, and he continues. "I... may have a way to recover my powers. Urahara-san, do you have a way to reach him?"
The shop keeper smirks in response, bringing up a fan to hide his face behind. "Who do you think I am? I've been working on something for that for a while, now. And with an Arrancar of our own here, I'll be able to run some comparisons and make sure that it's safe. Not to mention working on its aim, and such. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to lend a hand, now won't you?"
You shiver at the smile he aims at you, nodding quickly. It helps that you're not technically betraying anyone by helping them do exactly what Lord Aizen had planned for them to do, of course.
"Then it's settled! Now, again, I need to speak to our guest about things. Everyone, back to bed, or if you're well enough, off with you to your own homes to sleep and eat. I'm not running a bed and breakfast here, despite evidence to the contrary. Tessai, if you would?" He waves his fan, and you feel yourself lifted again as the larger man carries you down to a door you recognize. It seems you'll be spending some more time down in the man's lab for this. You really, really hope that he's not too similar to Szayel in how he treats his prisoners. The more you're around him, the less like a good idea all of this seems.
Together, the three of you descend down into a sound proof room where a woman with a long ponytail is waiting, and you get a look at a metal chair that looks like it's out of every child's dentist office nightmares. Complete with metal bands for your arms and legs.
...They're going to make you go through the entire session speaking verbally, aren't they? And... there's a tray of tools nearby. Very sharp looking ones, not unlike what you'd use for surgery. Along with some you'd very much not want to use in a surgery on anyone you were trying to keep comfortable or healthy. You whimper, softly, as the door shuts behind you up above.
Well this just went from horrible to comedic and I'm still liking it. 25xp.Hmm, is that a request for more omakes that I hear? I think it might be.
Though I didn't manage to get it done before the actual update. Shame, there. The update was amazing, though.
-And a small edit from after finishing but before posting: Trying to write up this conversation stuff can be hard. So... cop-out with a reader choice shortly into the interrogation for which way Nemo tries to take things.
--Surrender, Part 2--
Clamps are fastened in place, holding you against the cold metal of the chair, and a strange bowl shaped device is lowered over your head. You'd complain about it being uncomfortable, but honestly, it's still better than being carried around by Tessai while bound with the spiritual energy restraining cloth created by his kido. You're going to have to figure out how to replicate that trick to make permanent fabric from your own reiatsu. You can think of entirely too many uses for it, both in combat like he used, and out of it for making creations of La Marana.
You wonder what the third member of their group is here for, though. So far, she's been the single least angry looking, least intimidating of the bunch. She helped move you into the chair and get you restrained, of course, but you don't doubt Tessai could have done that on his own.
Then again, she's the one who frisked you while the blonde and the giant muttered things to scan you for kido traps. Maybe the two men were slightly worried about impropriety in doing so themselves? As it is, you managed to keep from blushing too much from her touch, but she's in as good shape as Cirucci. Definitely not flabby like Luppi. If she's here to seduce you to their side, then you worry about where they got their intelligence for your type from.
You're loyal to Cirucci though! You will resist the temptation of the wicked Shinigami temptress!
"Right then, let's just get this necklace off of you!" Urahara chirps in that annoyingly fake cheerful voice of his. Or maybe he actually enjoys all of this? You frown at feeling the flight necklace pulled away from you, wondering when they'll take the other items you crafted. He settles it in a container to the side, before moving to fiddle with some equipment.
...Did he actually not notice the others? Though... you had already been wearing your memory glove and bracelet the last time you'd been here, along with the king's cloak. Since he hasn't had as many Arrancars to study as Szayel... could he just not quite be able to pick apart which parts of your mixed aura are natural to you and which aren't? The necklace is also perhaps the most obvious of the items, so if it was a quicker scan to look for devices that Lord Aizen had left on you, you could understand missing them.
Not that they can help you with escaping either way, of course.
Tessai looms over behind you, likely using whatever Shinigami magic is required for the lie detector that Urahara mentioned, while the blonde continues at the glowing screen to the side. The long-haired woman meanwhile is just playing with the surgery tools and pulling out a kit to clean and sharpen them. It relaxes you a bit internally - she looks to be using them to pass the time, rather than planning a vivisection, at least for how slowly she's going. If she was prepping them, she'd be doing so much faster.
You can appreciate sharpening tools to keep yourself busy while someone's setting things up like that.
She gives you a slightly odd, probing look under her bangs as she continues. Rather self conscious of the attention still, you do your best to give her a shy smile that conveys the fact you're already taken, though flattered by the attention. Her expression shifts to one of confusion for a moment, before she grimaces, bringing up a pair of fingers to rub at her forehead.
"Right then!" the blonde pipes up from the side of the room. "We'll start with some calibrations of the equipment, just to make sure it's working properly. So, first off, please answer this first question honestly. What color is the sky?"
...What? You shift your shoulders as best as you can in the chair. Black, usually? Though if he means the clouds, they're kind of a gray color.
He turns towards you, frowning. "...You're supposed to talk, here. Or are you trying to keep quiet to avoid giving anything away?"
You blink in honest confusion, before a sigh comes from the woman in front of you. "Kisuke, I think she was trying to use... something like sign language? Her fingers were moving, at least, and I got an odd impression she was trying to describe black, and then gray clouds."
"...Sign language? Really?" he asks back.
"Well, not quite?" she returns. "It's not actual sign language, but it gets things across. It's kind of odd, honestly, since I'm not really sure how she's getting colors across without standardized signs while wiggling her fingers."
Urahara taps at the metal behind him, hat covering most of his eyes in shadow. "Huh. Might be some minor telepathic talent or something that carries intent through body language unusually well. I've heard of stranger hollow abilities, though it's definitely one of the more situational ones I've heard of." He turns towards you again, staring intently. "Either way, you need to speak for this."
...You can't just use a pen?
"No, you can't use a pe- I see what you mean, there, now. I almost didn't even notice that she wasn't talking, when I was looking closely. But no, no pens."
Your shoulders lower, slumped, and you frown at him. Still, you force yourself to open your mouth, feeling the air move through your hollow hole. It's as uncomfortable and distracting as ever, even after having sang back at the gala. "The sky is black. Clouds are gray?" you reply, finally.
There's a pause, and he presses some buttons on the machine behind him. "You were supposed to answer that one honestly, remember?" he asks while the athletic woman goes back to playing with her knives. She must be bored already.
"I did. There's... the moon, too? It's white."
There's another pause, as though everyone is taking a moment to process what you've said, before Tessai speaks behind you. "The sky of the living world. During the day. That's generally what the question assumes."
Well that's dumb, assuming the same answer would be instinctive to a hollow as to a human or Shinigami.
Urahara waves it off. "It's fine as long as she was answering honestly - I'll just enter in the calibrations there. Now for a lie. Just state something that is completely untrue."
You nod, the horns of your mask scraping against the metal over your head. You really wish that you could just get through this already, but impatience won't help keep you alive in captivity with the angry ex-captain Shinigami. Without the others right here, you can't really count on them not killing you and claiming you had a bomb on you or something. Still, what would a good lie even be? You know it's not important what you say, technically, but it's still oddly hard to come up with something on the spot. "...I really like your hat."
"Why than- wait. What's wrong with my hat?" Urahara pauses in the middle of his configurations to turn an accusing stare at you, looking almost betrayed. Which is silly, of course. Not only are you not on his side, but his hat is a betrayal to anyone's sensibilities. Of course, the betrayed look might be more for the woman snickering across from you.
"So, we're keeping this one, right?" she asks, earning a snort of annoyance from Tessai up behind you.
"Seriously, my hat is amazing!" Urahara declares. "I'm not accepting that one as a lie. Something that's obviously false. Not something that's probably some clever attempt to mess up my baseline."
You tilt your head. You really, really don't like the hat, but you would have some time back. You can allow that some people might like it. They need help, but some people would like it. And if he's not going to accept that his hat looks terrible... "Your hat looks horrible," you say instead.
Surprisingly, along with his glare at you, you're fairly sure that you see the hint of a smile on Urahara's face. "I see how this is. Just remember that I'm the interrogator, and you're still enjoying my hospitality. So, just repeat after me for the lie." He holds up a blue pen. "This pen is red. Say that, please."
You look at it, then back to him with a glare, then back at it. He could just let you use the pen that's right there... but no, you apparently have to keep speaking out loud. Finally giving in and taking another uncomfortable breath to speak, you do as you're asked. "The pen is red."
Nodding in approval, the blonde turns back to his equipment, pressing another button, before the woman once again starts snickering and opens her mouth. "What if she's color blind, Kisuke?"
Kisuke freezes mid button-press, looking back with a mildly brittle look on his face. "...Color blind, Yoruichi?"
"Yeah. Black and gray and white? That's pretty monochrome, even describing a night sky, isn't it? It's not unreasonable to think it. You should use something other than colors. I suggest the hat comment. Pretty sure it does look horrible."
Maybe she's the good cop in their routine, you finally guess. She's certainly the only one of them that hasn't done anything to try to intimidate you or show she's not on your side. She looks back at you with a sharp grin, playing with one of her knives idly. Definitely trying to be the good cop and flirt with you. You just have to remember that Cirucci is waiting for you, and that being a Shinigami, the this Yoruichi woman would almost certainly be a black widow.
...No matter how nice her abs look through the little tear on her shirt. She could seriously give Cirucci a run for her money there.
Grumbling, Urahara finally finishes and comes back over to you, sitting down to face you to the side of Yoruichi. "Right. This machine should show me if you're lying or telling the truth out of your vision range. I'm a lot more likely to be lenient with you if you tell only the truth, though. So, let's start, shall we?"
That has you feeling a bit nervous. Hopefully, he doesn't end up asking you any questions where the truth would paint you a bit too harshly. You really wouldn't put it past him to have you be an accidental fatality if he decides that he doesn't want to bother keeping you around. It's not too unlike being in a room with Aizen and his two Shinigami minions, under their direct attention.
Actually, it's disturbingly similar in some ways. Why are there three captain class Shinigami in both groups that left it? That's six captains they've hemorrhaged, there. Aren't they supposed to be rare?
"What's your name, Arrancar?" he starts off.
Really? He... is actually interested in that? Well, you don't have a reason not to tell him, you guess. "Nemo Elcorbuzier."
"Mhmm. And what is your position in Aizen's army?"
Ah, he's taking notes, you notice, writing things down already. "Fraccion of the Quinta Espada."
That gets an eyebrow raise from both of the two you can see, and another bit of scribbling on the paper. "And your ability that you used to break into my lab, was that something that Aizen gave you with the Hogyoku?"
"No," you respond with a shake of your head. "I'm a natural Arrancar."
"...And how, exactly, did a natural Arrancar end up as a... Faccion for such an important person? Perhaps, due to the same abilities that allowed you to break into my lab and steal my notes? I'm rather curious about those, if you weren't altered by the Hogyoku any..."
This is getting into the meat of things, you can tell. But while you're not really willing to bet that he can't detect any lies from you with his machine, half truths and creative ways of explaining things could frame things differently, perhaps. But what would be the most useful way to frame them for you?
< > Downplay your own role. You're Cirucci's Fraccion and lover, who was with her before she reclaimed the seat of the Diez, let alone the Quinta. You only managed to do as you did due to the memory glove you're wearing, along with your bracelet and the reiatsu hiding king's cloak you no longer bear. You'll be less important seeming, less valuable, but also less of a threat. You'll also certainly be stripped of your remaining Marana items, even if you can play off the reason for giving you so many being that most Arrancar can only use one at a time, and you four.
< > Hide your Marana items. You can easily mention your abilities from the items without mentioning them themselves. He already knows about the memory glove's powers, but not where they come from. He also already noticed your necklace, but if he examines it, he should see that it would be difficult for most to attune themselves to more than one such object. You'll be painting yourself as a more powerful natural Arrancar, but with powers that don't change so much. A threat, but a known one, and with the option of maybe making a new item to give you an advantage for later.
< > Come fully clean. It'll be giving up all of the information without a fight, but your abilities with La Marana already gave you the respect of one mad scientist, and might get the same from another. You're valuable for those abilities, which is all the more reason for him to believe that your side would be willing to consider your safety in negotiations as the shinigami will consider Ichigo's. And, if you're able to barter your services to them, you might be able to earn a better position to work things towards some measure of true diplomacy rather than just going through with Lord Aizen's plan as it is. At least with these Exiles, even if not Soul Society itself.
bleach breakdown 2, who's the bad guy again edition.
Hello boys and girls! So once again, we've got more implications thrown at us than we can count. I legit am not sure If I missed something in this dense mess of foreshadowing. The war continues to become more morally ambiguous, as the Arrancar continue to fight like comrades while the shinigami largely fight like assholes. If Aizen wasn't such a monster I'd wonder if the heroes might switch sides. As is, I'm still wondering if the Arrancar may turn on Aizen.
So, picking up last from where we left off, PTSD moth and bara boar man take exactly one look at captain angry dadstash and decide to nope out of there like it's the last train to nopeville. It's a fairly shot scene, but it does have some interesting stuff going on in it. First off is that Tesla feels the need to tell Nemo that surrender is not an option. Which has implications of at least some distrust, though given they work together after that I suspect not a lot. It's fairly common for the stealth experts to be thought of as shady, and Nemo certainly seems to be that. (there is more evidence later on, but that's down the line some). though given the look she gives him I think she'd never really considered it. Though if I'm right about Aizen not doing such a good job of inspiring loyalty it could be more because she has no faith in how the shinigami would treat POWS. Interestingly, miss PTSD gives a glance at the PMM squad right before things get violent, not really sure why but it's hinting that for whatever reason she was aware of wounded on the field. anyways, the actual disengagement if fairly well done, they do a good job of making Tessi scary and looming, and we see more of the Arrancar teamwork and tactic with a mix of slow and fast shots, followed by Telsa grabbing Nemo like a sack of blood covered potatoes and running like fuck.
the chase is interesting. we get to see the Arrancar desperately running and coordinating against someone way above their weight class. With an angry Tessi sneering at them from above and raining down death. Makes it kind of hard to remember who's the good guy here because coming into this blind you'd swear the people running from the contemptuous looming super wizard where the plucky heroes. We even get to see a good chunk of this from their perspective. Around the part where Tesla shielded Nemo with his body, I realized this had to be intentional.
We also get a look inside Tessai's head and we finally get confirmation about what those screaming damned souls Nemo throws around do. unlike the girls, Tessi is experienced enough to pick up right away that they are slowing him down. So now we know what the weird aura clinging to people who get hit by those things is, and it's not as some suspected a curse to drag people to hell (or at least not just that.) He also points something out that I'm embarrassed I missed, Nemo hasn't released. Which adds another layer of what the fuck to her last fight. He realizes at some point that she's running on fumes so releasing wouldn't help her much, but it's weird she went through a fight she almost lost without transforming. I don't buy the theory that she can't, because otherwise Kubo would not have given a reason for her not to do so during the chase. My bet is she either a really niche release state, or a really indiscriminate one (hence the glance at the girls). Either way, I suspect he, not releasing is a fairly big gun Kubo's hanging on checkov's wall. But most of what we get from Tess's perspective is he is really super pissed about the kids (his daughter especially) getting mauled.
Which again, falls a bit flat when I can flip to a random page of that fight and be confident at least one panel will be Tastuki or Ururu breaking one of Nemo's bones. (apparently, in a QnA session we found out that it was worse than it looked. you know that distinctive crack sound effect? each one of those a bone breaking, I neither know nor want to know how many bones that was total.) Not to mention Ururu's insistence that despite the trauma Nemo was kind during their first fight. (which we still don't know exactly what happened but we do get a better picture of later on.) Between being drawn as the bad guy and blaming someone for mostly just being on the wrong side Tessai is very much being a villain here or at least acting like one. There is also a thematic element that he's alone compared to the Arrancar who are supporting each other through a crucible. (much to the shipper's delight) that's going to come into to for front for the next bit.
anyways, our pseudo heroes reach who they were running towards and save Rukia. well, not on purpose, but they interrupt a duel she was losing. This is where the teamwork themes get brought to the forefront. Tessai immediately tells Ruikia to fuck off, because he doesn't want to worry about catching her in his big AOE's, which may or may not be an excuse for wanting to kill them all himself. What's interesting is Ruika argues with him a bit, she wants a chance at vengeance for Renji's traumatizing. Ilforte similarly takes a shot at her when she tries to depart, it ends poorly for him but again Arrancar teamwork helps him not die. Honestly, it looks like Ruikia was more vengeful than Ilforte since he just made a tactical error compared to the shinigami who are squabbling about who gets to get their vengeance boner bloody. The shinigami are coming across almost as entitled. That may be the wrong word, but they are definitely showing that there starting assumption is that they are the good guys no matter what. I guess thousands of years fighting near mindless feral monsters would do that. This conflict continues to grey. As an aside, there is now one fairly strong shinigami who is still alive due to Sad bat's bitch fit, I'm fairly sure the laws of dramatic irony mean she is 100% going to have a hand in Ulquiorra's death.
During the actual fight, we find out a few things. First is that Rukia would have been super useful to keep around. Between being out of practice and a few screaming souls slow debuffs Tessai can't cast that fast. So the two burly monsters do a decent job of getting into melee with him since he lacks a screening element. Hinting that his judgment may have been impaired when he sent Rukia away. (either through vengeance or his paternal instincts going into overdrive. I suspect the first one since it fits the theme of the scene better.) but the biggest reveal is when Nemo patches up illforte's wounds with glowing threads! people have been pointing out how every magical item the Arrancar have used so far has been apparel, so thread magic might be how those items are made. It's certainly more evidence for the pile that Nemo's high up in the covert division of the Arrancar army. It's also likely that her faction and its allies have a monopoly on magical items. Definitely, something to keep an eye out for once we see more magical gear. It may even explain Luppi if his sash is magic that would explain a bit about him. he's an ally on loan to Grimmjow not a member of his pack. Getting back to the fight, we get some quality banter from illforte while she's patching him up, which is kind of impressive. They dragged a captain into his honor duel, and he's still joking around with them and calling Nemo sister even as he mentions how he's going to die. The fight is very much written as a last stand, with the Arrancar managing a number of impressive ticks, ultimately the rule of needing a captain to deal with a captain proves true and Tessai downs the three of them withthe worldtemporal kiddo. Then while he's getting ready to straight up execute his downed foes the implications go into maxim overdrive!
ok, so, like wow the last few pages are like one big reveal a panel. Nemo is the only Arrancar still up (a perk of being a horror movie monster I guess.) What's interesting is that facing imminent death Nemo seems to fixate on wanting to know why Tessai has a murder boner. That her reaction to imminent death is curiosity comes across as more evidence she's in the spying business to me. But how she goes about it is rather telling. she fires off a creo from her hand rather than her horns, and this one appears to be a trauma beam. because when it bounces off Tessai's barries it summones his inner demons to bitch him out. This is apparently what she did to Ururu. To take a second here this is the last piece for the first Ururu fight. Captin bad touch was never actually present, Nemo just made Ururu hallucinate him because she shoots people in their PTSD. We also now know who patched up Ururu before Tessai found her. In broad strokes, Nemo hit slaughter mode Ururu with the Trauma beam, and when it was super effective stopped to help her. Which explains why they were talking when Tessai found them, and why Ururu is mostly ok with nightmare moth. Also, remember when I said Nemo was going to have a theme of trauma? I thought it was going to be a subtle narrative thing, not literally the theme of her powers. That this is at most the second most shocking reveal says something about how dense this shit gets here.
So, next on the list of shocking reveals is that Nemo's glove is magic. It might be tied to her trauma beam but we can be sure it's what she uses for accessing memories. when she grabs Tessi we get a few lines in the background from when the PMM squad trapped him so they could go off on an adventure (that can of worms is getting its own write up FYI.) which is big, because Nemo is the first Arrancar we've seen with more than one magic item. The big deal Espada? she has one! nemo has at least 2, and given how accessorized her outfit is she may have more. If those items are sort of a badge of office then she is definitely a big shot. I think Cirucci claiming her as a Fracción may just be a cover, one that was paid for with that stun lock amulet and maybe help climbing the ranks. It would actually explain why she got a vizard counter, it was given to her by the intelligence department, they gave her something to deal with the short bursts of power vizards can put out. It would also explain why Cirucci is so protective of Nemo, she's her contact with her backer (sorry shippers, no boning here. just politics.) Now I'm not going to go so far as to say Nemo's Espada tire, but she's likely above the other Fracción. She's likely one of the top field agents for the Arrancar armies spy division. Which raises so many questions about what she's doing passing as a Fracción. But we're not done! we've got another big reveal to go! because Kubo was on the good shit when he wrote this bit!
so in a shocking twist, it turns out Tessai was projecting! shocking right =P anyways, Nemo breaks out her dark magical girl shonen protagonist thing and talks him down. Like, her speech is heartfelt, and certainly fits her characterization as not really a bad person, but I don't trust it. See, we just got very strong evidence that Nemo's a spook not just spooky. So while it's entirely possible she's just as much of a nightmare frosted cinnamon roll as she's been presented as it's equally possible she's a spy who's just really good at manipulating people. I mean, it looks like Luppi is her co-worker and he's just the worst. When Tessai points out issues aside, they are at war Nemo essentially offers to negotiate some rules of engagement and maybe talk Ururu into sitting out the war at a sigh coffee shop, and yes it is that coffee shop. yes I I've I've been mocking the mystery of the glove since it came up, yes I know that apparently, Nemo is both a spy and running agents out of that shop. I was wrong you were right. but moving swiftly past that aberration, I'm not 100% sure this won't be a trap, and if it is or isn't a trap will have a lot of impact on the stories direction. See if a spook running black is actually a cinnamon roll I'd bet money her group is not super tight with world champion puppy kicker Aizen. If it's not a trap it could be the start of the Arrancar rebellion. It would also have themes of soul society moving past their issues with outside help. Though it could be a trap, in which case I suspect the teme will be that improvement can't come from outside. I'm very much looking forward to seeing how that meeting goes down.
Well, this ended on a strong note. I like the way Nemo recaps her own story and her changes through it and the Urahara Crew are fun to read about. 25xp and, given that there is no vote at the end of this one and it seems to reach a natural conclusion, 25xp for a completed work (small bonus but it was a short series and also see below).Alright, not fully confident in this one, but I think it's a decent part three for Surrender. Might not keep going with it past this, or at least not for a bit, since there are other omake ideas bouncing in my head still. But I think it's a fun way to wrap up the set for the time being, while still leaving it open to do more with if I want to. Also, I had expected to get to make Yoruichi uncomfortable with the moth-crush. I forgot, however, that Yoruichi is a cat, and cats are all shameless attention sponges. Plus, the whole her enjoying making other people uncomfortable by posing nude/lewd in front of them and such. *Cough-Ichigo-Cough.*
<X> Come fully clean.
-Surrender, Part 3-
It takes a moment's thought, but when you chose to surrender to them, it wasn't just to survive. There was an opportunity there, one you wouldn't find often, and you decided to take it. Defaulting back to hiding things about yourself and trying to look weaker than you were wouldn't earn their trust or respect, and without La Marana, you wouldn't be who you are. Not to mention, the way Aizen has spoken about Kisuke Urahara, along with your observations so far, he seems... similar to a cross between Aizen himself, Luppi, and Szayel. A frankly terrifying mental image, to be sure, but two of those three are people you've somehow managed to befriend despite everything, finding common ground and using it to lead them towards something better. Or so you like to think, at least.
If he's more Luppi or Szayel, you're fairly confident that you can do something of the same with him, so long as he's willing to actually consider any hollow as worth respect. If he's more like Aizen... well, you'll just have to hope that he's not, and be ready to cross that bridge when you come to it if he is.
Of course, any long, drawn out explanation will be a pain to actually give verbally. You clear your throat. "I intend to tell you the full truth. If I can...?"
It doesn't take him any time to catch on, and he makes a show of looking back up behind you, before nodding. "Fine, fine. But I'll be checking again that you kept your word after the fact."
That's fine by you, you reply, finally able to relax slightly without the constant sensation of vibrations moving through your hollow hole. You take a small breath to collect yourself, firming your composure, and settle yourself in on the chair you're bound to. It's a subtle change that washes over you, but a clear one. Now is the time for stories.
You begin from where you started, when a man came and spoke of claiming the throne of the god in the skies. He promised that you would be great, that you would be important. One of those who would help usher in a new era for your kind. More importantly, he showed you how to break your mask, to move past your hunger and self loathing, and to find new purpose in a world where you'd lost what little you had once had. For that alone, you had been more than ready to follow him anywhere.
But, of course, that wasn't how it went. He left, of course, and wasn't around often, even early on. And from the start, you were not a powerful Arrancar. The transformation was not as kind to you as to some, for much of your skill and power as an Adjuchas was thrown into disarray by the change in your form. You were one of the lowest ranked of the first forty eight that you were the last of, and as more were transformed, you only fell farther. Soon enough, you were a numero among numeros, a weakling hiding from the shadows of giants and doing your best simply not to be noticed.
Though the constant struggle for survival against the hunger was gone, a new one had taken its place in the land of Las Noches under the eyes of beings more terrible than you could imagine. And all of that was even before he came back with the wishing stone. The old order collapsed as he showed how his new Arrancar were superior in all ways to the old. The Espada, the elites so far above you that you could scarce imagine it, fell from grace and were replaced by the new in many cases.
In the face of such changes, realizing that you were nothing before them, nothing to even be missed... nothing but a magpie who sometimes snuck off to the living world to steal a spot of color for your den? You decided that you would just leave. You went to the mortal world, you looked for a place to hide out whatever war would come. And you found the Eleventh Division.
You look them each in the eyes, the two in front of you, and even turn your head to stare at Tessai as you speak of what you saw. Of how the feathered shinigami gleefully sought your death regardless of how you didn't need to consume souls any more. You lived, but only just, and so you did the only thing that was left to you. You returned to Lord Aizen's service, with none the wiser that you had ever truly been gone.
You go further, touching the highlights for a moment, what little there are, of the former king thrown down by the new lord sending you on a quest. Nearly dying for his crown. And then burying it for him.
But not before being a magpie once more, and taking a fragment.
That was the start of it, for you. Your rise. Your rebirth. For from that fragment, you were drawn into danger. Cast against an enemy stronger than you could hope to be, and forced to seek shelter with someone who could save you, shield you in exchange for your service. You had not quite expected to find love as well.
Cirucci, for all that she was a princess to you being a thief in the night, had gone through much the same as you. The promises stolen away by the new order, the self loathing, and everything else. She, like you and all of your kind, had fallen into a state of fugue almost, waiting away without realizing that there was anything else to be done. But through her, through that crown's fragment, through a looming fear for your life... you found something you had lost. Ambition. Drive. Determination.
You shared it with her, stoked the fires of her own ambitions, so long banked to smolder, and you started to train. You started to learn, and you found also a teacher for something new. A way to make those trinkets that you were so drawn to into something new. You found La Marana.
Even now, you are not the strongest of the Arrancar. You are a Fraccion to your Mistress, and worth of the title for your power, but you have never been and never will be a direct combatant. La Marana is your edge that you have used to succeed when you found yourself on suicide missions or impossible situations. It has become one of your passions. And it, alongside your stealth and skill, is what allowed you to steal from three ex-shinigami captains from right under their noses.
You lift your glove and tell them a tale. A tale of a shinigami living in the land of hollows. A titanic fight against an implacable monster. Remembrance. His power that summoned the shade of a hollow from its mask around him, and the ghosts of ghosts to fight alongside him in his final stand. You took some of the scattered furs of his cloak, and you wove yourself a glove. It's an art that came first from the Shinigami, you think, from what your teacher told you. But he was taught by a hollow, and you by he in turn, and each of you has taken the art in different directions. It shares similarities with the spiritual sciences that Szayel practices, with the arts that Kisuke and Aizen themselves practice, though perhaps less refined. Powerful in its own way, though, and deeper in a sense as well.
Though this, even if you are not the most powerful, you have served your Mistress in ways that no one else could. You and she have pushed past your ennui and looked again to the future, to ambitions - she desires to create a society for your kind, one with beauty, trust, love and art. One with true nobility and history behind it, growing slowly up anew. It's a beautiful dream, and one that you would love to see happen. You share it, in many ways, but you see different things that it needs as well.
Cooperation, mercy, companionship, fellowship. Peace. Ultimately, that is what you want. You fight for Cirucci above all else, standing for her even when otherwise you might lay down your arms, but you have also refused to budge on the morals you have found and grown to care for, even if it is to stay with her. You speak of Tousen, and your meetings with him. Conversations with him. The trial he sought to give to all of your kind through your trial. How Aizen turned it on its ear and sabotaged it in its inception. There is a reason you refuse to kill the children on the battlefield, why you begged them to stay out of a fight not their own. The future you want needs that mercy.
You tell him of your dream to bring people together, teaching them of your art and the joy you find in it, of its principles of weaving together and bringing together disparate powers to make something stronger and all the more beautiful for their joining. Your idea that you'd share your passion even with Shinigami, and they in turn teach you their passions, if only there ever exists a chance for such peace. And you tell of what you've seen again and again, with the rot in Soul Society.
Maybe you are not a true believer in Aizen, especially now, after some of what you have seen from him. But when placed against Soul Society and its willing disregard of your nature, its glorying of slaughter with the eleventh squad and the amoral actions of people like Mayuri? What was done to Ururu still angers you, drawing a sort of rage you never felt as a base hollow with your full mask - righteous anger at the crimes that the existing system allows and endorses at its upper most echelons.
You finally trail off, feeling slightly sheepish. You hadn't quite meant to go into all of that, completely, but... well, he would have likely asked why you serve Aizen eventually, right? Plus, you said you'd tell them everything. You've wanted to get much of that off of your chest to people on the other side for quite some time, outside of a situation like before, fighting the girls, and it... sort of got away with you.
It's almost like a spell being broken, in a sense, for once you had gotten into your story, both of the shinigami before you had gone still and given you their full attention. Now, Urahara lifted his fan, hiding his face as he tips his hat down for a moment of thought, while Yoruichi stares at you with unblinking intensity, probing deep for hints of deception, before pulling back.
"Well." Kisuke's voice comes from behind his fan, and he pulls it down with his smile back in place. A mask, not too unlike the one that you learned to keep under Cirucci's teachings, rather than the one you broke. "You've... certainly given a lot to think about, there," he admits.
You nod, before bringing up that more recently, you have been working together with Las Noches' head Scientist... other than Lord Aizen, of course. He has found your insight to be an interesting new perspective on much of his work, and you have... gained insights and inspiration from his own as well. More than one of the Espada will consider your safety worth making sure Kurosaki is treated well, and given that he and his are not directly aligned with Soul Society from your briefings... you hope to foster some positive relations between them and you. Perhaps at least with their group, some diplomacy can occur.
Tessai, silent behind you throughout everything, slowly steps to the side, looking down at you with eyes that seem heavy with emotion. The hate and distrust are still there, but they have been tempered some by listening to your honesty and passion, and perhaps the reminders of how you have taken time to care for your enemies rather than slaughter indiscriminately. "Kisuke," he speaks softly, "please excuse me for a moment. I... will go check on Ururu and the others. This has taken a long time, already." He turns, walking up to the door, and shuts it behind him on his way back up.
Yoruichi stands as well, stretching her arms up to limber herself after sitting so still for so long. It's a far more relaxed impression she gives though, now, and she has a small smile on her face. You can't quite help but let your eyes move to the flash of skin under her torn shirt again, and you avert them with a small blush hidden mostly under your mask. Her smile looks to twitch, just for a moment. "Well, you'll understand that we'll still need to take your items there, and keep you from being able to leave on your own for at least a while, I assume?" she asks.
You nod. Of course, you expected that when you surrendered. With Kurosaki held by your Mistress and you by them, both sides have a reason to trust the other won't betray them if they meet. It's... an opportunity really, even if you want nothing more than to run back to Las Noches and throw yourself into her arms. Nothing. Else. Your eyes move down to her shirt again, before very firmly being forced back up.
She chuckles softly, giving a knowing look in return. "You know, you kind of remind me of someone I knew back in Soul Society. Though I think that she could stand to have an epiphany or two herself, like you seem to have. Kisuke, this room is already warded properly, right?" She turns back to the blonde with the last question, ignoring the way your cheeks heat slightly at her earlier comment.
"Of course!" the man retorts, doing his best to look hurt. There's the false hurt, the smile under it, and the far more calculating look to his eyes even below that. You can see why Aizen considers him dangerous, you think, though you can't really start to guess what plans he might be coming up with. "So, I'll have to go set up some more comfortable accommodations for our new guest, though there is still one little formality to take care of." He turns to you. "You were completely honest, right? Just say it for the lie detector."
You nod, before forcing yourself to speak again. "Yes."
"Then, at the very least, I don't think we have to worry too much about things. Don't expect me to let you walk around anywhere without an escort and a proper limiter to keep you from doing anything, but I think we may be able to come to at least some understanding. Though, I should mention now: Aizen isn't the sort of man you want to follow. Even if he presents himself as the better option, I can assure you that he's not. We'll talk some over some notes, perhaps - I will have many, many more questions for you about the details of your La Marana, and more besides. Sorry for leaving you in the chair for now, but... well, don't go anywhere~"
He starts on his way out, following towards Tessai, while Yoruichi packs up her tools with speed and professionalism that you can't help but admire. She glances at you again, that smirk still in place, before she idly arches her back. "Something interesting on me?" she asks.
You can keep from blushing too obviously, but you get the impression she still knows that she had an effect with that pose. You note to her that her shirt has been torn this entire time... and that as a tailor, it simply keeps catching your eye. She looks down, and moves a finger to idly pluck at it.
"Mhm. Sure. Well, I had better go keep Kisuke out of trouble. If I leave him alone, he might get stuck on some project and forget all about you for a week. Still, very interesting to meet you.
Definitely the honey trap, and now she's teasing you about it since you noticed it. Still, Cirucci is the only one you need!
She chuckles, walking with a distinct sway to her hips, before walking out. You glance down, only just noticing that your gloves and bracelet are gone, feeling the spiritual link stretching and fading even still. You didn't even see her move, and scarcely felt her touch. You shiver slightly, thinking of Cirucci, and avoiding thinking how quickly the Shinigami could divest you of more than just those. She even has purple hair, just like Cirucci!
You're left there, sitting in the chair, where you'll likely be for at least a few hours. Not much to do in the meantime, other than think. Was it really best to come clean on everything? To be so open with your nominal enemies? But then, you were honest with your hopes, too. If there's to be a future like the one you imagined, back when Luppi asked you what you wanted, then you have to be willing to take a risk sometime for it.
In another room, the last of the trio steped in, laying a pair of gloves and a bracelet with the necklace in a bowl. Kisuki nodded to her, and she pulled a chair around to face her, straddling it with her arms crossed on the back.
"So, thoughts, Yoruichi?" he asked, earning a roll of her eyes.
"I don't think she could have faked all of that, and her reiatsu didn't look to be fluctuating with any desires to deceive us. Though I'll admit, she's harder to read than most. If she were a shinigami, I'd be wanting to snatch her up for second division right away."
A smile twitched under Urahara's hat. "Oh? Well, she does seem to be your type. Short, stealthy, has an insect theme going on... and I saw her eyes wandering a bit~"
She groaned in response, rolling her eyes. "It's a curse, being this amazing. I leave a trail of broken hearts wherever I go. A burden you wouldn't understand, of course."
"Oh? But what about you, yourself?" he shot back, waggling his eyebrows.
Tessai chose that moment to clear his throat, unfolding his arms. "If the two of you are done?"
The others leaned back into their respective seats, sighing almost in unison before taking slightly more serious expressions. "Very well," Urahara replied. "Since Yoruichi and I both agree that she was honest, there's probably no need for me to actually put a spiritual lie detector higher up on the queue of things I need to work on, so let's go over some of the rest, and determine what we need to still get out of her as our next priorities. Anything related to what Aizen may know, and his projects that she might know of, at the least. If she's working with their head of science, even if it won't be any of Aizen's personal plans, it might still be important enough to know about in advance."
Tessai nodded. "Agreed. You will be showing her some of Aizen's sins, I assume?"
"Naturally. If she was that upset about Ururu, then there's plenty that will have her ready to do her best to bring anyone and everyone she can onto our side that I can give her. Yoruichi, your thoughts?"
She lifted a finger. "She's similar enough to our charges in at least one area. We'll need her Espada on our side of things as well as her, or we won't really have either. We'll also want to use these possible talks as a way to keep the kids from trying to rush right into the enemy fortress for as long as we can. Though, I'll admit, I'm still a bit surprised that there could be a hollow so... human."
Tessai turned to the side, refusing to meet the other's gazes. "If this isn't some sort of trick... then yes, I'll admit that it could... cast certain things in a different light. Ururu is healing quickly." Something that wouldn't have been the case if she hadn't have been holding back, they all knew.
Kisuke stood again, moving over to start working at a keyboard, bringing up various rooms. "Well, I'll actually get to setting up a room we can keep her in for now, then. Yoruichi, would you mind trying to get more information about Aizen's forces out of her? We both know she'll open up more about personal details to you, while I'll be the one having to dig for information on experiments and the like. Tessai can probably guilt her to help make sure she works on trying to bring her Espada with her."
He received an easy agreement from Yoruichi, and a less easy one from the other of his old friends. They'd stand by him, and trust that he knew what he was doing, as always. The game was completely different from what he had expected at the start, like sitting down for some friendly chess and finding that there were three extra with go and checkers set up on the other two. But, he finally had an idea of how to get a rule book. And when he had that, he would know how to cheat again.
He hadn't expected Aizen to be able to make something as credible of a threat outside of himself as the Arrancar had been showing themselves to be, but that was because it wasn't Aizen. The man had been as blind as he had been to the possibility that Hollows reclaiming their humanity could mean them starting to rebuild society independent of him. He wasn't playing against Aizen on all three boards - he was playing Aizen on one, while another person had brought the second to play with a friend, and it had ended up setting up the third board, mostly untouched by either Aizen or himself, until now. Luckily, Kisuke was a fan of Go, and he didn't mind taking the first move or two before Aizen realized he had done so.
Is this a bad time to mention that I don't actually know anything about Touhou lore, I just smashed my head against the early levels of a couple games? None of this means anything to meWhy wait?
No time to second guess yourself - you frantically jab an opening into the fabric of the world, the edges coming away frayed and torn in your negligence. You hardly notice - speed is the only objective here. The gateway yawns open, the path more treacherous then you've ever seen it before, but you shepard Tesla inside just the same.
You turn around just beyond the precipice, ready to see the opening shut - and then your entire world descends into flames, as the ex-Captain craters the ground with his landing. You try to ignore the pain of your charboiled arms as you pinch the fabric shut with trembling fingers, but with a wordless cry, the old man seizes your unfinished tapestry and rips it apart.
You fire a Cero, but it slams once more into Tessai's barrier, and is deflected back into you- the force sends you flying back into the mocking embrace of the shadows of this realm. You look back at Tesla, his great loping strides having sent him far into the distance, and catch the boars eyes with your own. Separated like this, the shinigami will kill you both. There is only one escape now, for either of you. You will not shy away from sacrifice.
Before, you sought to impose order on this realm, to neatly tidy up after yourself by stitching together the rent you'd made. Now, you bring chaos. As Tessai slowly, deliberately walks towards you, Polilia lightly extracts a single thread from the pathway. And then-
-you pull.
Everything unravels. A thousand reflections of Tesla stare into you, alternatively right next to you and thousands of miles distant, and you hope that however time works in this realm, he can reach the exit before the ground disappears beneath him. And then, between one instant and theyou can see him no more.
Tessai moves, as the shadow world falls into oblivion around him. A half-incanted protective spell around him hisses and sparks as its ground away to nothing, but it serves its purpose well enough, as he frantically chants something under his breath. He passes through the opening, and with startling finality, slams the gateway shut, as if it was the door of some great vault.
The encroaching nothingness swirls angrily as the ear splitting sound of the closing echos through the silence of the realm, as if angry at being denied its prize, but you can barely see it. You're falling. You clutch at your necklace, but the crushing hopelessness of your situation snatches away your happy thoughts - even if you righted yourself, even if you could fly, there is no path for you to follow, now. You will remain here, alone, for eternity. There's nothing -
- you slam into an eyeball. Or, perhaps, you realize as you slowly lever your battered body up, better to say you slammed into the design of an eyeball, because it remains entirely flat, and entirely unaffected by having an Arrancar slam into it at terminal velocity.
You stare up at the stars and moon. What is this place? Have you emerged in some distant corner of Hueco Mundo? Even as you have the thought, you're certain it is incorrect - this place does not feel like the endless desert. You remain within some aspect of the boundary realm, though not one you have any knowledge of.
You gaze down at the eye designs, as their soft glow chases away the shadows of this place. You tap at the ground, and find it to be some pitch black substance that even the strongest swing of Polillia you can manage doesn't scratch. A minute passes, and finally, having no other ideas, you slowly approach the nearest pattern. Slowly, slowly, your blade pokes it. You tense. Nothing happens.
"Hmmm. What brings a lost soul here?"
You frantically wheel around, your blade rising towards where you heard the woman's voice come from, but see nothing. You glance around, looking in all directions, and once again see nothing but the emptiness and the eyes. There is nobody else here. You look up -
She's there. Looming far above you, her smile the curve of the moon, the sparkling of her dress the stars above. She's massive, forming the entire sky, and yet you cannot sense her - no, rather, it's that her energy is indistinguishable from the background of this realm, as if the entirety of this place was nothing more then an extension of her being. How powerful is she, to claim this space between spaces as her own?
There's only one response to this situation. You formally curtsy, shutting your eyes tight to bury the fear deep within, and politely inquire if she knows how to get back to Las Noches. Your mistress is waiting for you.
You look up, and jerk backwards. She still blots out your entire field of view, but no longer because she's so massive. Rather, she's now taken the form of a mere woman, normal in stature, but floating right above you, her face nearly touching your own. You take a single step backwards onto the eye symbol, a crack in your mask of propriety.
She entirely ignores your quest for personal space, absorbed with your inquiry. "Las Noches, hmm..." She spins in midair, her face turned away from you. She taps her chin twice, then wheels back. "Never heard of it!"
You blink at the flippancy in her tone, then rein in your frustration. It's a fortress in a sort of afterlife realm. Perhaps she's heard of Hueco Mundo?
She smiles, as if everything about your situation brings her some form of delight. You're put in mind of Luppi, of Gin, but you don't know this woman, cannot discern the exact nature of her amusement. "You should speak with the local afterlives. I believe they have some treaties set up with other worlds..."
You raise your hands, rapidly gesturing. You aren't precisely on the best terms with your home's soul reapers. Perhaps a different approach would-
And then the eye beneath you opens, dropping you into freefall once again. You faceplant into the cruel ground for the second time. This time, you simply roll over onto your back, too tired with what your existence has come to to bother standing up immediately. You idly note your new surroundings...
{ } ... a twilight realm of endless stairs, filled with the whispering of phantoms. Lining the pathway up the seemingly endless hill are uncountable cherry trees, their petals slowly swirling in the gentle wind.
{ } ... the banks of a body of water, stretching out into the distance beyond sight. You'd call it an ocean, but the waters flow rapidly past the shore, as if they were instead some sort of massive river.
{ } ... a massive carven, the redlit stone forming the impression of an artificial sky. The heat is intense, and not too far in the distance, you can hear the clattering and discussion of a bustling city.
Meanwhile in the Bleach world, Hurricane Ascendente is wrecking Karakura Town and everyone is scrambling to find the one person who can make it stop. 25xp.You rest a moment, your arms recovering from their burns and your more superficial wounds mending moment by moment, before you finally pick yourself up. You need to get back to Cirucci, and soon. You're worried what she'll do if she thinks you're gone. You start walking towards the city at a steady pace, distracting yourself from your fretting first with the mending of your outfit, then with some surreptitious alterations to improve its suitability in this sweltering heat.
Within the hour, you approach the settlement. It's a cosmopolitan gathering, with many different types of beings in residence - none of them human, soul reaper, or hollow. Spiritual energy shines within the trinkets that are peddled on the streets, and the air is dotted with residents taking aloft wherever doing so is expedient. The most common type of beings appear largely human, but are abnormally muscular, are horned, and have a tinge to their energy that puts you in mind of the fate of the old clockmaker.
A few eyes track your progress as you avoid what appears to be a brewing street fight of some kind, but it's little more then idle curiosity - it seems you're far from the most interesting thing happening around here. You firm up your mask as you approach a street vendor without any customers at the moment, and ask her who's in charge of this area.
She's pleasant enough, and points you in the direction of the "Palace of the Earth Spirits", but warns you that the authority that the Satori has over the city is nominal at best. It's still the best lead you have, and you thank her before setting out once more.
The terrain grows rougher as you leave the city behind, but you still cannot muster the joy needed to fly, the beads weighing you down with concern for your lover whenever you attempt it. The air is too thick with spiritual energy for you to make platforms, so you're forced to pick your way through the uneven cave systems on foot, as you leave the huge cavern behind.
Its slow going, and while the monotony and fear and lack of changing sky all conspire to make tracking time difficult, you are a former Hollow, and such conditions are not new to you. Perhaps a day after first being dropped into this world, you reach the "Palace" - more of a mere Mansion, really.
An eclectic array of animals notes your arrival as you pass through the front gate and front garden, but they too quickly lose interest. Only a single cat deigns to approach you, padding past you as it begins leading the way.
Compared to the endless, pointlessly large, bone white construction of Las Noches, nearly any seat of power would be tastefully understated, but this one seems to be elegant in truth - despite being underground, the shrubs and flowers seem to be growing fine, supported by some subtle magic.
The door is open as you reach the building itself, and you only have to follow the cat through three corridors before reaching your destination - a high ceilinged tea room, with stained glass windows playing patterns of blue and purple onto the marble tiles below. The cat meows to announce your arrival, and a purple haired woman tilts her head up from her book to gaze at you. Seperate, yet connected to her through a twisting series of strands that put you in mind of the tendrils of vines, is a third eye, and her power seems to be concentrated within it.
Her energy feels like the plunge into pure and still waters, where one can see clearly all the way down to the very darkest depths. She feels like revelation, the satisfaction felt as mystery falls away and all schemes are made apparent. She feels like an eye opening, orienting on you, she can see you, she knows you can see her-
You take a fortifying breath, shoving your flinch reflex behind your mask of propriety. You know she can tell you're doing it, but it's the principle of the matter. You need to return to your mistress. You were told she could help.
She tilts her head. She's afraid you were somewhat misinformed. While she has essentially assumed responsibility for the incineration of unrepentant sinner's souls, her ties to the administration of the Ministry of Right and Wrong are indirect at best. She's basically just a subcontractor.
You blink. She hasn't said a single word out loud. It's like Luppi again, although while she has the ability she thankfully lacks the demenour. You sense that you should perhaps be concerned about what exactly this woman does to sinful souls not unlike your own, but at the present moment you're too tired and monofocused to care. If she can't help you, can she point you to someone that can?
The woman frowns contemplatively. From what she sees, attempting to return by leaning on the Ministry would likely land you directly with the 'shinigami' of your home world - or perhaps even in your local 'hell'." There are other means of returning, but likely the easiest is to convince Yukari - the lady of boundaries - to stop amusing herself with your plight and actually help.
There is a priestess in the land above these caves that can help you, though she herself is slothful and difficult to coax into action when the stakes are low. The local princess of the netherworld is one of the boundary woman's closest friends, and duty should compel her to aid a group of lost souls, but she may choose to play along with Yukari's amusement. Or, you may choose to skip the pretense, and petition Yukari's faction for aid directly - risky, but it is the fastest path, and she may find your boldness amusing in itself.
You curtsy, thanking the Satori for her assistance, and turn to leave.
You're exhausted, and climbing to the surface without flight will take several days. Your lover, Cirruci, has already gotten past her initial reaction, whatever it may be. A few hours rest will cost you little and dramatically improve your chances of success.
That doesn't matter. You need to reach Cirucci as fast as you possibly can.
You really should sleep.
You don't remember hitting the ground.
When you wake up, in one of the mansions spare bedrooms, a map of both the tunnel system and of the land above have been left on the desk. Stepping out into the garden, you focus on your joyous memories of Cirucci, and on your desire for many more joyous moments to come after your return, and launch yourself upwards. You retrace your path back up to the underground city in a mere hour, and are well on your way to the surface another hour after that. But where are you heading?
{ } To the shrine. The priestess may be averse to work, but your echoing impressions of her are of someone ultimately kindhearted. She may have less influence over the mistress of the gaps then you would prefer, however.
{ } To the netherworld. The ghost princess has great pull with Yukari, and if you can get her to advocate for you your negotiating position will tremendously improve. However, she's flighty, and may well ignore her responsibilities to play along with her friends scheme.
{ } To the border. You aren't partial to being tossed around for mere amusement. She may be an impossibly powerful being far beyond you, but that's no reason to avoid giving her a piece of your mind.
is this actually a touhou or did you just throw in muffet as wellLoading. Please wait warmly.
Stage One
the sun's rays beam down
lighting up another world
lost moths are drawn forth
A few hours to rest, to let the reality of your current situation sink in, have done you good. You've already been shown several paths to return to Cirucci, and don't doubt that there exist others. You have a goal to work towards, and all indications show that it is an attainable one.
There are legends of hollows re-emerging from the space between worlds, long after having lost thier way. Weeks, months, even years later. Almost all of them are said to have gone entirely mad, of course, but that doesn't matter. What does is that Cirucci won't give up on your return, not for a long while yet.
You just need to follow through on your end, and show your lover that her faith is not misplaced. With that thought in mind, you surge upwards through the winding tunnel network, your coat flaring out into wings behind you as you soar.
Soon enough, you no longer need to consult your map to descern the right path - the incoming flow of fresh air is guide enough. You round one last corner, and though the brightness of the surface world is blinding to your eyes, adjusted to darkness as they are, it remains a welcome sight. You dash forward into the tunnels opening for the final stretch-
-and come to an abrupt stop, as you clothesline yourself on insidiously hidden spiritual strands scattered across the entrance. You try to pry yourself free with just your strength, to no avail - the strands are incredibly sticky, and though they stretch out with your motions, they snap back just as quickly.
You've gotten caught in some common spider hollow's web. How embarrassing. Or no, now that you're paying attention, the energies aren't quite right for a hollow. Closer to the simple animals that scurry along the deserts of Hueco Mundo, if they were free of the Hollow taint, and given spiritual power on par with some of the unassigned Numeros.
Your supposed "captor" descends into view from the ceiling upon another string, having taken the form of a simple human girl. She looks earnestly surprised to see you. "Huh. Wasn't expecting such a lovely little treat to come in from this side of my net."
Your mouth flattens into a line. She should be able to tell that you're significantly more powerful then her. It really isn't in her best interests to get in your way. Your hand finally grasps the sticky webbing, and with just a thought, you wrest control of the threads from their creator and scatter the trap into nothing.
"Tch. That was hours and hours of work." She sounds annoyed by your unweaving, but not concerned or scared. That's surprising - you'd have expected her to be rather frightened at this point. Odd.
Still, you have more important matters to deal with then an unusually fearless local, and so you simply shake your head and turn to fly past her.
"Hey! You can't just tear up my masterpiece and then leave! I demand a duel! A duel for compensation!"
You turn again, temporarily dumbfounded. Can't she sense your level of energy? Even with your internal wounds constraining your motions, it's obvious you'd trounce her. Dueling over this is pointless.
She blinks. "Huh? Are you new here? I meant a Spellcard duel."
You don't know what that is. Also, you're not sure you should care.
She looks concerned. "You should definitely care. Yukari Yakumo, the youkai in charge, implemented them a few years back."
Yukari... she has your attention.
She lowers herself on her line to the floor of the cave, then flips back around to land on her feet. "They're a big part of the rules around here. Basically, there's way too many powerful beings crammed into way too small a space here for disagreements to be solved with violence. The whole place would be a crater in moments. They used to just forbid infighting altogether, but that made resentments build up over time."
You nod, the concept not entirely unfamiliar to you. Las Noches is in a similar situation at the moment, after all.
"Right, so the solution was spellcard duels. Minimum power projectiles, too weak to really hurt anyone, and you just each try to dodge until one of you taps out. It's become a point of pride to try and make artistic patterns as you do it, too. There's some more formal variants and junk I don't bother with, but that's the basics."
Huh. A formalized conflict resolution... sport? You wonder if something like that might come up in Hueco Mundo some day. It'd be nice if differences weren't always settled with murder.
The spider walks up to you, brazenly tapping you on your chest. "Right, so now that you know what's up, I'm challenging you to a duel over destroying my art!"
Her... art? It was just a spiderweb.
"Hardly! It was a piece showing the instinctive drives of escape and survival when someone's caught in a seemingly hopeless situation. The webbing represents-"
If you win the duel, will she stop discussing her half-baked art theory ideas?
"Hmph. Fine. But if I win, you have to help me remake the piece!"
And then... a strand of background energy from the land around you winds around your spirit. Not unbreakable, not even truly constraining - you could unravel it with only a minor amount of effort. But it's unmistakably a formal binding authenticating this duel, whispering instincts about what is and isn't permitted into your mind. And as it stretches off into the distance, you're oddly certain that if you break the rules, someone will take notice.
You've got crippling internal injuries that drastically reduce your ability to dodge and maneuver. You have no experience with this style of dueling whatsoever. For obvious reasons, you haven't experimented much with making Balas too weak to really harm anyone before. All of this combined almost makes up for the fact that your sheer power outclasses this local artist(?) by an order of magnitude.
{ } Write-in tactics.
Neat fight scene, still no idea what any of these places are, 25xpStage One Boss - Yamame Kurodani
The Sunlit Net in the Darkened Cavern
You immediately float backwards, clearing some room to maneuver - and not a moment too soon, because with a sweeping movement of her arms, the spider sends out a dense arc of bullets, sweeping all the way past your position and into a complete circle. You'd call it wasteful, except the projectiles have so little power invested in them that even someone relatively weak could maintain it for quite a while - as she confirms by immediately sending out two more sweeps, each time aiming the missiles plane of motion to intersect with your position.
Indeed, they're so weak that you struggle with your instincts for a moment - since you can sense that the pellets are far too weak to pass even your stunted Hierro, in a true fight you'd simply ignore them. Still, you were a student of Cirucci herself, and so keeping yourself in line with the openings - and making it look good as you do - falls squarely within your skillset.
You dodge a second wave, and she smirks, snapping her fingers. The orbs suddenly change direction, all of them converging on you - or rather on your former location, since it doesn't seem to be an actively guided effect. Your reflexes are too keen for the change to catch you off guard, and you elegantly dance away from that position, watching the dense stream of bullets harmlessly dissipate as it impacts the cavern wall.
More difficult is the question of return fire. Would a simple Bala break the rules? No. Suddenly, you're entirely certain it wouldn't, and you've already sent a probing strike forward before you think to question where this instinctive response came from. Your riposte makes a keening shriek as it scatters what's left of the spiders opening salvo in its wake, and as your opponent dodges out of the way of your first shot, you're already lining up your second.
You try to fence her in, but your skills at aerial combat are extremely rusty at the moment - encountering other flying hollows was rare, and this is only the second battle you've been in since you made the necklace. Compared to airsteps, the midair maneuvering of true flight offers significantly more options to escape. Still, as she just barely grazes your fourth shot, you can see that dodging your extremely quick projectiles is taking its toll. She hasn't even had a chance to repeat her salvo. At this rate, your victory is assured.
Her eyes lock on yours, and her expression sets. "Watch this! My Cave Spider's Nest!"
It's... quite striking, actually. The cavern fills with the image crisscrossing spiderwebs, the thick strands of the visual illusion thrumming with enough of the spider's own energies to provide a passable spiritual smokescreen. The effect only lasts an instant, as the "web" tears itself apart, a massive flood of wriggling "insects" escaping from entanglement and becoming a wave that fills the cavern as it crashes towards you.
You could still dodge through this, though doing so would be much more difficult then with the previous "attacks" - but it's unnecessary. She's left herself open, swaying lightly in midair as she trys to regain her stamina. You snap your Cero out a quarter of the way through charging it, weaker then you've ever fired it since becoming an Arrancar - and right at the threshold your whispered intuition tells you is acceptable in this spar.
The insect horde dissolves into nothing as the duel ends, and the spider pouts as she collapses against the cavern wall, struggling to regain her breath. After a minute, her expression clears back up into a smile, and she wheezes out congratulations. "Good... good match. You're the toughest moth I've ever met."
The instant she forfeits, you can feel the "binding" recede into the background, its purpose fulfilled. Given how little power goes into it, it's a surprisingly intricate mechanism, and as a fellow craftsperson you can appreciate the skill involved. It's clearly been designed to prevent these duels from going too far, both by reporting any such incidents to whoever set up the effect, and by informing the participants of each others limits to reduce the risks of accidents.
You curtesy, thanking her for introducing you to the concept of spellcards - you'd hate to have made a fool of yourself while negotiating for your passage home. You'll need to work on your own energy release patterns, to match that kind of artistry. If, someday, you return to this land in less trying circumstances, you wouldn't be adverse to exchanging a few notes on weaving.
Having become the victor of your first spellcard duel, you emerge into the surface of Gensokyo proper, gazing down onto the region from the mountainside the cavern was located upon. The countryside is awash with the intense vibrancy of spring, a riotous kaliedoscope of flowers that you haven't yet seen in the living world, much less in the world of the dead. You still prefer the humanity inherent to cities, but perhaps you should spend some time exploring the beauty of nature with Cirucci, when you get back.
From what you understand, this still isn't the local "living world" proper, but more of an "in-between" realm that connects to both the living world and to many different local afterlives. A permanent gateway is apparently open to the Netherworld in particular, your current destination. But there are several routes you could take to get there.
{ } Ignoring all obstacles, fly directly to where your map shows the entrance is, passing over both the "Bamboo Forest" and the "Forest of Magic".
{ } Follow the marked pathways down the mountainside and to your destination, cutting across the "Road of Reconsideration" and through the "Human Village".
{ } Follow the flow of waters down the mountain, starting at "The Wind God's Lake" nearby and ending at the "Misty Lake" near your destination.
Zilla where have you been all this time we missed your crack geniusI AM THE NIGHT!
A Bleach/DC Omake
The gutters of Las Noches were dark and bloated with crime. The ghost rain pounded down on the ghost streets of the literal ghost city. Commissioner Tousen stood above it all, on top of the police headquarters, smoking a large cigar as he waited next to the Bat Signal. A fluttering of the wind was all that signaled to Tousen that his ally of JUSTICE had arrived on this dreary day-night. Looming over the Bat Signal was Sad-Batman himself, in his dashing white bat costume that drove sadness and despair into the criminals of this city.
"Commissioner Tousen, you summon me?"
Exhaling smoke into the day-night, the Commissioner looked out over the city.
"We've received word that an attempt on the Mayor Aizen's life would be made by the Joker sometime this week, Killer Moth and the Swallow are planning to attack Ulquiorra Cifer's charity banquet for the twelfth time this year, and we have no idea what Two-Face is up too, but he's clearly plotting something with Mrs. Freeze."
Sad-Batman nodded along as the Commissioner laid it all out there on the table, of Justice! He already knew about the Joker's plan, but it was interesting to know that Two-Face and Mrs. Freeze were working together, those two normally hated each other on account of Two-Face trying to eat Mrs. Freeze's frozen husband that one time. The Swallow and Killer Moth would be trickier to deal with if Sad-Batman didn't know they were married, and just going on a date. Still it was a Super-Villian date, and therefore EVIL! He would never allow their EVIL love to terrorize that banquet, and it had nothing to do with not wanting to deal with the Joker and the Mayor or that he might actually be Ulquiorra Cifer, one of Las Noches' most handsome and rich eligible bachelors.
"I'd ask how you figured all this out but I'm going to assume you did it with JUSTICE."
A spinning Sad-Batman face that turned into a Killer Moth face used as a transition effect!
Nemo still wasn't sure at why became a Super-Villain at times, but then she remembers that her then girlfriend and now wife was the Swallow and that she had to support her with one hundred and forty eight percent! Being a mad scientist that made giant moth creatures had nothing to do with it! Was it wrong to genetically engineer, and/or modify moths so they could go up against people like Sad-Batman? No, of course not, she was his greatest nemesis after all!
"Sweety, are you having an internal monologue while flying again? We talked about this."
Nemo sighed as her wife gave her shoulder a slight squeeze. Cirucci was right of course, she really should monologue while steering a Moth the size of a large helicopter, especially because it can vomit acid. She nodded to herself several times, and Cirucci once to signal that they were almost at Cifer Manor, so they should mentally switch from being Nemo the mad scientist and Cirucci the legitimate business owner to Killer Moth the Greatest Nemesis that Sad-Batman has ever know and the Swallow, a crime lord.
Killer Moth signaled her moth monster with a gentle tug of it's fur to enter a nose dive a crash into Cifer Manor. The moth dive, tucking its wings in to get more velocity from the fall.
"I've always hated this part!"
The Swallow yelled right before the moth spit a small glob of acid at the roof of the manor. The impact of the acid made a 'splort' sound, and seconds later the moth burst through the weakened ceiling, and into the ballroom of Las Noche's most eligible bachelors. The party goers burst out into an ocean of screams.
"ENOUGH!"
Thankfully, the Swallow was good at quieting them down with her voice, and her very large umbrella/gun. As the crowd silenced itself in fear of violence, or worse Ultra-Violence a tired voice called out.
"What do you two EVIL doers want?"
Standing on a table, with his left foot in mashed potatoes, was the caped crusader himself: Sad-Batman.
Killer Moth stroked her moth's silky fur, causing the monster to let loose a low his, and drool some acid. The Swallow just shrugged, and pointed her menacing umbrella at Sad-Batman.
"We're on a romantic date/theft! But! That is not all! You see we teamed up with the Joker who-"
The Swallow was cut off as Sasquatch-Lad lept from the shadows, and attempted to drop kick her. Sadly for him a giant moth got in the way, and tackled him outside through a wall. Killer Moth sighed to herself as she ran after her moth, and the Swallow ran at Sad-Batman. It was supposed to be a romantic theft, and now it was a romantic fight.
I have have returned with another Omake, hope you all enjoy it.
this is too short to qualify as an omake but fuck me I laughed, 25xpSweet, Sweet Victory
An hour after Ulquiorra had abandoned those troublesome Fraccions in the living world, in the midst of his celebrations (if you could call a minute, ever-so-minute lightening of his perpetual bitchface celebrations), the saddest and most petty bat of all felt a buzzing in his pocket. There was a weight in his pocket, where there hadn't been before. Odd.
He pulled the source from his pocket. A thin, flat rectangle of plastic and metal rested in his palm, white text glowing brightly on the front as it vibrated at him.
The text was a message. A message from one Nemo Elcorbuzier.
'Oh, would you look at that,' Ulquiorra thought mildly. 'The device was vaporized. Pity, that.'
Hmmm yes. I like this. Short but sweet. Strong imagery. 25xp.In A Different World
"Oh god oh god oh god. Look at what we did to her! She's all broken and bleeding and-"
"Hime, calm down. You don't have to look at this. In fact, you should go back to the street. If we can keep the enemy in the sky you have less chance to get hurt."
"Hurt? But she can't fight anymore! She can't even move…"
"Arrancars have the ability to enter a released state which heals their wounds and heightens their combat power. The enemy should not be considered safe until we have shackled it. Where is her sword?"
Polilla...God, where is Polilla?
Ah. Right by your hand, as it should have been. Your one good hand closes around her cool steel, and you lift her above your crumpled form.
"Wait, she's got it, Ururu—"
"Engaging."
Footsteps race across the ground, coming towards you with an implacable rhythm, each step part of a countdown to your demise. You hear them falter slightly, skidding, the clock stuttering and your punch-drunk state can't help but find amusement in your foe's hindrance by your life's blood spilt.
You hadn't ever wanted to fight. You just wanted to protect the one you loved, You bare your blade for Cirucci, for your friends, for every small kindness that Las Noches has shown you. Should you fall here, you will be imprisoned or killed, and what will happen to that which you treasure then?
You sink into the shadows of your self, and their embrace welcomes you.
---
You fell.
Wrapped in shadows that whispered of dark deeds and taboo undertakings, you fell.
But you weren't falling at all, were you. This is who you are, your truest self, and it cannot betray you in such a manner. You'd been crippling yourself up until now—trying to save everyone, offering compassion at every given opportunity.
Now you face a choice that you didn't want to, brought about solely by your compassion.
Ah. You see it now. You are Death by Compassion. That is what will doom you, in the end. Your insistence on reaching out, no matter how likely it is that it will be spurned. And it's not just yourself you risk by doing so, is it? Cirucci, Alphonse...even Luppi. By not doing everything in your power to defeat the foes before you, you are betraying them in all but name.
The darkness of your soul wraps around you, ever-tighter, singing a haunting refrain. That is the truth you reached, with Gran Rey Cero—these shadows, Polilla...they are all you.
And you have too long stayed your hand from embracing it.
So be it. If the choice is between Cirucci's safety, and the life of these human children—you will save Cirucci, every time.
You grasp the threads that weave your self together, and call upon them to forge your crown. But this time, you will not sit upon an aloof throne, abdicating responsibility for that which you have wrought.
You will march at their head, as their rightful queen.
Your enemies...they drove you to this, and you will bring forth your truest self to usher unto them their ruin. Kill, or be killed, if not in body, then in spirit.
You cannot die here.
---
"Challenge, Polilla."
Your shell cracks and you rise from it, a thing of darkness and mist. The land around you dims and a soundless dirge is sung, the very world weeping at your presence. The air splits, wounds in reality that spill the fluid of madness. Your prey quails at the sight of you, and begin to fall back in terror.
You relish it.
And the shadows wail to welcome their queen.
A/N: This is a 'what-if'. What if Nemo had had Master Resurreccion, instead of Second Blood?
I was amused. Unfortunately superceded by previous canon omakesHm, you know, back during that canon omake for Nemo getting the clock, she mentioned something interesting. Namely that she had learned she could just use the hilt of her sword for soul burial, and that stabbing ghosts had gotten tedious. Not to mention the screams making her uncomfortable. But that had me wondering... how did she learn to use the hilt of her sword to perform Konso? Time for an omake for distant times past.
-Teach me Afro-sensei-
The agonizing scream of pain slowly fades, before cutting off abruptly as the soul finishes falling back into the glowing portal opened by your 'burial' of it. The light fades in motes of blue, and a black butterfly flies up to hover around your face for a moment, before flying up towards the sky. Your ears are still ringing, and your smile is a bit brittle - that soul really had a pair of lungs on her. Still, it feels good to help someone... even if you really still can't help but wonder if you're doing something wrong. You'd think that Shinigami would be a bit nicer to the souls they were supposedly protecting and taking care of. Then again... with how the feather-eyed one acted, maybe they were all just psychopaths who gleefully enjoyed getting to stab innocent souls as part of their job.
The fact that you're enjoying it some doesn't count, since it's not the pain and screaming that you're taking enjoyment from.
"What the HELL are you doing!?"
You flinch at the voice, for all that you're sure it's not talking to you. A few humans can see you, but not many, and people yell at each other all the time.
"You! I'm talking to you, there, girl!" Just in case though, you glance over behind you, where the sound is coming from.
Oh.
Black uniform, katana at the side... and a huge black afro on top of the man's head. And he's definitely looking directly at you. Crud, you hadn't been expecting to run into a shinigami while you were keeping your reiatsu suppressed like this. Still... he hasn't drawn his sword yet, at least?
It doesn't stop you gripping Polilla tighter at your side as you face him fully, tilting your head. What does he want with you? You were simply sending the soul on towards the afterlife... you think. The blue glow and butterfly do mean that you're doing it right, don't they?
"...What kind of idiot shinigami thinks it's okay to stab souls to send them on?!" the man shouts back, waving his arms wildly with his question. "Are you part of the eleventh division? Did you flunk out of the academy or something!? And this is my patrol territory, damn it!"
You blink, momentarily startled. Does he... think you're actually a shinigami? Well, that at least helps you out. You suppose that not all of the shinigami know what an Arrancar is, and it isn't as though your side has made any major moves in the war yet, aside from Lord Aizen himself. Yes, a low ranking shinigami may very well still be ignorant of what you are. You decide it will probably be best to go along with the assumption.
No, you tell him, you didn't flunk out of the academy, but you also didn't attend. And... the eleventh is the one with the feather-brow shinigami, yes? Yu...Yumichika? You totally learned how shinigami are supposed to treat pluses from him, you state with confidence.
"Ugh, god damn eleventh division morons. Why would you even think that it would be alright in any world to stab souls you're performing Konso on, huh?"
Well, in your defense, you were mostly just told that you sent them on and purified them with your sword, similar to hollows. Swords are made for stabbing and slashing. Your sword, more for stabbing, really. It made perfect sense at the time. How else would you use a sword for something?
He stares at you, before his hand comes up to his forehead with a slap, and he shakes his head. "Seriously? You use the blunt part of the sword. This is why I hate the Eleventh. And while I'm on it... why are you wearing some broken hollow mask? Did you take that as a sick trophy? And... wait... you kind of feel like a hollow, too, actually. Like a... l-like a g-g-gillian..." His tirade tapers off as he starts going slightly pale, apparently having only just felt any reiatsu from you, seeping through the king's cloak.
Quickly, you pull the cloak up, pointing at it. It's made from the cloak of a sapient gillian that you purified, you explain, and it causes any reiatsu seeping through it to feel like it was a hollow's - a gillian, to be specific. It's very helpful, since it allows you to command actual gillians, and... well... Camouflage! It's not like most hollows are expecting a shinigami if they feel a gillian coming.
You carefully don't mention what it's actually hiding - namely your adjuchas reiatsu. It makes it easier to reign your relatively meager power in enough that you can hide better in Las Noches, too. Even if you've gotten a bit stronger, under Cirucci's instructions.
He steps up to you, fear apparently forgotten, and grips the edge of the fabric. "No kidding? Oh, wow... you're right! I can feel it from the cloth there. Shit, that's actually a lot more clever than I'd expect from most people in the eleventh. I mean, you lot specialize in close combat, and from a distance, you'd just look like a really small, weak hollow who's close to turning into a gillian or something, right? Either they ignore you, or come to you rather than making you come to them, right?" He whistles in apparent approval.
"Still," he continues as he lets go of the cloak, "even if you're hot stuff in a fight, it's no excuse not to learn the very basics. Now, there should be another plus nearby, so I'll have you do Konso the right way on it. Oh, and you at least know the paperwork you need to submit after a patrol, right?"
...Paper work? Your eyes dart to the sides. Of... course you know how to do paper work. Here, you'll show him. You quickly grab a piece of paper from a nearby stand, before running back over. You close your hands, folding the paper rapidly, before holding up an origami crane with a smile. See? You're good at paperwork.
"...Fuck. I am not paid enough to actually teach you how to do your paperwork, too. Go ask Yumi-whatever the hell his name is when you report back in. He should be happy to teach you if you phrase it as a way he can get out of doing as much himself. Now, on to Konso." He rallies himself, slapping his cheeks, before starting to run over towards the next plus a couple blocks down.
Running... very slowly. Can't he go any faster, you ask idly as you follow.
"Well, I mean I totally could!" he exclaims. "But I need to keep my energy up for in case an actual hollow shows up. It's my duty to protect the place, right?"
You... bite your tongue, not saying anything again. He feels... weak. Like, even before training with Cirucci any, you'd have been able to crush him. But against base hollows, you're fairly sure he'd do well, you suppose.
Finally, you reach a young man's ghost standing at the side of the road, next to a bent light post. It's rather obvious how he died. "Now," the afro-shinigami starts, "remember what I said. Use the blunt part of your sword to send him on."
"Hey, what are you two-?" the soul pipes up, having just noticed the two people paying attention to him.
Not wanting to look bad or do anything that might draw more suspicion from your temporary teacher, you take up your sword to perform Konso.
THWAK!
The soul is sent flying back onto the ground, his head dented slightly as the blue light starts to appear. It worked! Though your hand hurts a bit from holding your Zanpakuto by the blade like that to swing the hilt properly.
"...This is going to be a long day," Zennosuke moaned, hanging his head in both of his palms.
According to my maths about 1150 experience points. If you all wants we can get a level up in whatever skill you all collectively want.
Yay. That means we can level up one of the skills we're close to getting! Now to beat each other up (with words) over which one to pick! But if we get a little bit more xp we can upgrade both Marana And Bala.No wait I forgot @toxinvictory and @RandomNPC also each get 25xp for actually going and gathering the gazillion omakes for me
that's
that's a thousand total xp in omakes
you've done it
you've done it.