[X]The Shedding Cloak. Infused with reiatsu, the cloak reflexively expands that energy outwards when another form of spiritual energy strikes it. This allows it to act as "ablative armor" against an energy attack, fraying its own fabric to reduce their damage. The cloak taps into your own reiryoku to reweave itself over the course of a few hours.
Now You Feel Like Number None [Bleach Arrancar Quest]
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Vozen
Magic Adventure Cat
- Location
- Seattle
Now I'm picturing us recreating a One Punch Man moment.
Nemo: The cloak used to hide my immeasurable, ultimate power...has been destroyed.
Ichigo: ok
That is true, but assuming we dutifully invest XP into Sonido and Resurreccion we are really damn mobile for our powerlevel. Right now we can Sonido through walls to get to our patients and that is with Resurreccion only at Adept level. I have high hopes that phasing while carrying others will become possible in the future. With decent stealth on top of that we can appear from seemingly nowhere, grab a dying soldier, then put a building or three between us and any possible pursuer and engage Reiatsu stealth again.
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- Should be a bit higher
No, no, no...this whole thing with the Cook's Shroud is because the Medic IS going to get shot (or rather smashed to a pulp but that amounts to pretty much the same thing).
At least that's what everyone thinks is going to happen based on canonical events. But to actually get this whole plan to save Esmeralda through a Orihime Interrupt to work there has to be so many things falling in place exactly right.
Nemo has to somehow be aware of Esmeralda getting squished, Nemo has to somehow get into Yammy's sanctum and steal Esmeralda's corpse before he (probably) eats it, Nemo has to carry around Esmerald's body between the time of her death and Orihime becomes available, Nemo has to somehow know Orihime exists, Nemo has to somehow know she is a prisoner in Hueco Mundo, Nemo has to somehow witness Orihime demonstrating her power, Nemo has to figure out CORRECTLY how that power works (it is a rather out of context thing based on others' reactions), Nemo has to have somehow put 2 and 2 together that she can literally bring the dead back to life, Nemo has to somehow have access Orihime even as the poor girl is being pestered on all sides by our Illustrious Shinigami Overlords, Sad Clown, Spoony, Mean Cat, and Twintails plus Doormat. Finally Nemo may has to convince Orihime to do the thing.
Honestly with all the things that needs to happen it might be simpler to just kidnap Esmeralda at some point and take her into the Living World to hang out with Riruka Sensei. We can stuff her in the Butcher's Gullet to make things easier.
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- Location
- Nebraska
A whole lot of events that we would probably never be able to do as long as we remain a simple minion so for plan medic revival to work we need to be an Espada.
- Location
- Should be a bit higher
You know in the unlikely event Nemo becomes a Espada she can simplely grab Esmeralda as her Fraccion and be done with the whole thing...
Stuffing her into the Butcher's Gullet is optional.
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- Location
- Nebraska
Thus plan revival becomes unneeded
On the subject how do you think the rest of desert resort would take a minion( an obsolete minion at that)suddenly rising and taking the place of a Espada through one way or another?
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Nemo
Doo do do.
Doo do do.
Sole Purpose
Clueless
- Location
- Spread Across Several Miles
[X]The Butcher's Gullet. An overcoat made out of subtly-layered clothes, its capacity is on par with the full robe of a Menos Grande. Though the fabric looks smooth, it's enough to pinch it to reveal seemingly endless pockets in which items disappear without a trace - although their size is limited by that of the opening.
pockets pockets pockets
pockets pockets pockets
- Location
- america
we realy miss being able to fly, if we get segunda etapa i want us to have a pair of fluffy moth wings.
NonSequtur
a body
it's not creepy to keep a preserved corpse of a friend in your room is it?
PsyFarrow
Verified Necrodancer
- Location
- Space
Since I've accomplished nothing with these other than starring at a blank google doc for an embarrassing amount of time, I'll just be leaving these prompts here for anyone interested.
Fun with the King's Veil:
Taking Flight:
Meeting others:
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We'll get real wings again... one day.
Fun with the King's Veil:
Making Gillians
-Dance (Cause this is THRILLER!)
-Sing (Chorus of undead whales?)
-Do the wave
-Form a conga line
-Create structures (Human pyramid, letters, etc. Probably beyond them, but we can try.)
-Tear down sections of forest/clearing areas for other Arrancar to build more outposts.
-Dance (Cause this is THRILLER!)
-Sing (Chorus of undead whales?)
-Do the wave
-Form a conga line
-Create structures (Human pyramid, letters, etc. Probably beyond them, but we can try.)
-Tear down sections of forest/clearing areas for other Arrancar to build more outposts.
Taking Flight:
Nemo obtaining Monarch's Wings through Rei-Manip and experimenting with them, trying to rise as high as she can before her wings fall apart. She's not very succesful, because forming constructs from pure reishi is almost impossible for non-Quincies and it's a miracle her, 'wings' hold for a single flap, but even so she feels a bit happier to have regained something closer to flight, however fleeting.
Or she could feel bitter about having the ability close enough to touch, but her weakness prevents her from truly grasping it. Whichever fits.
Or she could feel bitter about having the ability close enough to touch, but her weakness prevents her from truly grasping it. Whichever fits.
Meeting others:
Lilynette:
Hallibel:
Gantenbainne:
Starrk is hiding somewhere to slack off, and the sole member of his Fraccion is demands aid to hunt him down. Nemo, somewhat worried about not complying with the #1's little minion joins her in the search. After a while of fruitless searching though, Lil gives up and decides they'd both be better off playing cards (Definitely not taken from the human world, no sir). What follows is game of slapjack that leaves their deck... more than a little worse for the wear. Ironically, Starrk's hiding place is nearby and the sound of their heavy slaps is what finally wakes him up. In the following reunion Nemo finds herself mostly ignored, and slips away before she has to try holding a conversation with the #1 Espada.
I figure the main benefit to this idea is giving an excuse for Lilynette to seek Nemo out in future Omake, since she's proven herself an entertaining playmate.
I figure the main benefit to this idea is giving an excuse for Lilynette to seek Nemo out in future Omake, since she's proven herself an entertaining playmate.
Hallibel:
Tier has decided to form the AWA (Arrancar Women's Association), politely inviting all female Arrancars to attend. One of her fraccion puts out an order (Fulfilled by Nemo) to gather entertainment from the living world (Air hockey, ping-pong, crossword puzzles, chess sets, a few DS/Gameboys, etc) to keep the meeting fun. At some point, competition gets heated around the games and a few Arrancar forget to control their strength, leading to most of the entertainment being broken. This signals an end to meeting, though Hallibel suggests there will be another.
Nemo feels pretty frustrated about being told she'll have to go back to the human world again so they can replace everything for the next meeting, but looking back on things realizes she enjoyed being around others in a (mostly) convivial setting.
Nemo feels pretty frustrated about being told she'll have to go back to the human world again so they can replace everything for the next meeting, but looking back on things realizes she enjoyed being around others in a (mostly) convivial setting.
Gantenbainne:
Nemo decides to take our friendly neighborhood Privaron up on his offer of a spar. As promised, he paces himself so that it's a somewhat even fight, culminating in Nemo slipping out of of sight to deliver a surprise Cero that, to her surprise, actually damage. Gan's no pushover though, and once he puts in a bit of real effort she can only makes a few close escapes before being brought down.
Happy he's finally found a Numeros willing to improve themselves, Gan starts chatting, perhaps starting off with asking why we're trying to get better. The following conversation centers around his thoughts on being demoted/rendered obsolete, what the future holds for the low-end arrancar such as themselves, and what he thinks of the current Espada. At the end he thanks Nemo for being such a good conversationalist before giving her some pointers with the offer of more later, if she's willing to push herself.
Happy he's finally found a Numeros willing to improve themselves, Gan starts chatting, perhaps starting off with asking why we're trying to get better. The following conversation centers around his thoughts on being demoted/rendered obsolete, what the future holds for the low-end arrancar such as themselves, and what he thinks of the current Espada. At the end he thanks Nemo for being such a good conversationalist before giving her some pointers with the offer of more later, if she's willing to push herself.
We'll get real wings again... one day.
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- america
segunda etapa.
also i realy like that nemo doesnt speak, or can she even speak? she does have a hole in her throat.
- Location
- Nebraska
I wish I had thought of this can you imagine if people saw us do this we could sell tickets "Nemo and her amazing dancing Gillians" now with Gillian opera
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- Should be a bit higher
In the REALLY unlikely event that happens (Nemo has to BOTH take down an Espada and possess the necessary spiritual power to qualify for the status) I imagine it'll raise a royal shitstorm among the Numeros. If an obsolete nobody can do it then so can they...Nemo's going to get challenged left and right. Someone is going to eventually get lucky...or just smart.
It might also cause radical changes in how Arrancar view personal training and advancement. What this does to power levels might or might not be important in the Soul Society and Quincy invasions later.
But mostly it's going to place Nemo under a whole lot of scrutiny by just EVERYONE...which is NOT what she wants.
Not at all. I do it all the time.
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- Location
- america
no.... but if we cause arrancar culture to be based around GAINS and never skiping leg day i think my sides will deside enough is enough and leave.
- Location
- Should be a bit higher
Well it's a bit better than a culture consisting mostly of slavish devotion to Benevolent(?) Shinigami Overlords Dictatorship
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- america
man, we have no idea of hollow culture besides barragans army and the shark lady saying women kinda got it hard, arrancar culture could be pretty nice, what with the lack of hunger and the ability to think rationally.
Akatsunami
The Bonetatoist
- Location
- Brazil
[X]The King's Veil
We can have minions.
We can have minions.
- Location
- Australia
Not what I meant. We had to get the original cloak from somewhere, so can can we get a new cloak from that somewhere if we get a scarf?
Looks good.
Nix's Warden
Welcome to Hades
- Location
- United States
Inserted tally
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X]The King's Veil
Canon Omake: sated
- Location
- Australia
With thanks to @NonSequtur for editing and idea-bouncing.
sated
The first test of your fledgling relationship comes scant weeks after you first met the mantis. You have been hunting together, killing together, feeding together; but not yet anything else.
You have caught another Hollow together; a pitiful thing, almost weasel-like, if weasels had teeth larger than the mantis's claws and stood head and shoulders above you. Despite its size, it is slow and stupid, easy to herd into the nets prepared hours before.
While it is slow, it is not weak; the nets alone were not enough to kill it, although you can smell something like blood as faint traces of spiritual energy leak from it. Hunger stirs in your stomach, sharp and eager, forcing you to step backwards so as to not simply kill and eat it.
The mantis arrives moments later, ragged and bleeding. You give him a curious look. What happened? You had thought him safe hiding atop a tree.
He gives you what you assume is a confident smile, lips peeling back to reveal jagged rows of teeth. "Our, ah, friend here-" he stabs the weasel-creature sharply, just once, for emphasis, drawing from it a howl of pain- "knocked over my tree as he ran. Don't worry, they aren't- they look worse than they feel."
Despite his words and his failed attempts at a reassuring smile, you can see him favouring one leg. He is clearly injured. You try not to give away any signs that you have noticed, and instead give him your best facsimile of a nod. As long as he is not in any danger, you are not concerned. You turn back to your prey, just in time to notice it attempting to lift the net over itself.
The weasel sags immediately once it notices you looking, but the damage is done. Irritated, you move towards it, but the mantis intercepts you before you can, holding one bladed arm before you.
At your frustrated glare, he shrugs. "Some Hollows can be poisonous," he says. "I'd keep away for now. Just to be safe."
The weasel-Hollow lets out a roar of frustration. "No!" it bellows. "You will not eat me!" Then it pauses, sniffing the air, before letting out another enraged roar.
You tilt your head at that, before noticing the long scratch along the Hollow's eyes. It's been blinded.
The weasel is still shouting. "Why?! Why would you eat me, when there is prey beside you?! It is injured and bloodied! Yes, yes, and so delicious! Delicious-"
You tune it out, turning your head to glance towards the mantis. He is injured, it is true; you would not find it very much effort to stamp him out. And he is stronger than the weasel. He has been alive for years, at least, and has fed well recently. He would make a fine meal, much finer than the weasel. Hunger rises in you at the thought, beastial and demanding.
"Ha!" The mantis lets out a sound of derision. "Why would my friend kill me, when we have a big meal in front of us already?" But you can see his shoulders tense, and the wary glance he gives you from the corner of his eyes. He does not trust you.
The weasel roars again, baring fangs towards you once again. "Friend? Friend?! She would kill you as soon as look at you! Look at her! Can't you see the hunger on her face? Why would you help her?!"
And it is true, you cannot disguise the hunger on your face, not for long. No Hollow can. It is your nature; you are hungry, and so you feed. It is what you do. You kill; you feed; you grow stronger; and your hunger grows ever more voracious, and so you must kill, and feed, and kill, and feed, and kill, and feed. Endlessly.
You hold your hand high, a dusky Cero forming and screaming forwards fast enough that none present can see the shape it takes. The weasel screams once, a short sound, a sharp sound; then it falls eternally silent, leaving behind only a corpse.
Only then do you turn to the mantis, who attempts to bury his nervousness as he sees you look towards him. He's not quite fast enough. But it is irrelevant. Half is his; half is yours. You see him nod, and that is all you wait for before you step forwards, towards the corpse of the weasel, and begin tearing sections of it off.
Once you have had your fill, you nod towards the mantis, waiting for him to nod in acknowledgement before you turn and flit up a tree.
Far above, you rest upon a branch, looking towards the skies. Hunger stirs in your stomach still, sated temporarily, but ever-present. It is your baser nature. It demands, even now, that you climb back down the tree; that you descend upon the mantis, and consume him, and take his power for your own.
Instead, you move forwards, walking steadily upon a thinning branch, until you come to a stop. The branch lies thinner than your fingers here, but you pay little attention to it, and instead bend down and beginning to untie a thread wrapped around a branch- a secondary trap, installed in case the weasel had been quick enough to avoid the first. It had not been, and so you might reuse the second.
You could kill him. Your thoughts keep circling back to that. Even were you to wait, you know that you could kill him. At full strength, he is neither fast enough, nor strong enough, nor smart enough to avoid you. All it would take is one Cero, and he would fall. You could consume him, and with his power, you could hunt through the forests. Few would be strong enough to oppose you, and those few would be simple to avoid.
You could kill him. But you don't want to.
You have seen the Gillian- those great, mindless beasts that stalk the plains of Hueco Mundo, ravenous and hungry and searching eternally for creatures to eat. Killing, eating. Killing, eating. Killing, eating. Endlessly, pointlessly.
You could kill the mantis, take his powers for yourself, stalk the forests of Hueco Mundo and sate your hunger for a time. But what would be the point? You would sate your hunger, for a time. Grow more powerful. But it would return. You would need to kill again, to eat again. And the cycle would begin anew. You would be right back where you were before you met him; near consumed by hunger, all but drowned in ennui, with nothing to do but eat, and eat again. No better than a Gillian.
Friendship with another Hollow might be madness to some, but as you consider it, you can feel your doubts sliding away. It might be silly, and pointless, and contrary to your nature; but at least you are doing something with him. It… helps.
And so you flit to another tree, and begin the careful process of walking along another branch to untie another rope, careful and methodical.
Why would the mantis help you? The answer comes to you unbidden; because he feels the same. The emptiness threatens you both, threatens every Hollow in this world. But with him, at least, you are doing something. Your… friendship, such as it is, provides you with something more. Direction. Something you have craved for- decades, it seems.
Perhaps it won't last; perhaps you will eventually grow bored with him. If you do, you can consume him then. But as you consider the idea, you already find yourself set against it.
You will stay with him, with your newfound friend.
Maybe together, the two of you will find something more filling than flesh.
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