She Returns [Open]

Sat Dec 28, 2013 7:06 am

Ashlei Clixx

The passage of time. It ticks on and on and on as the sun rises and sets each day, greeting us in the morning and making way for the moon to rule over the night. Time is a concept that this woman has lost a grip on. What is a second? What is a year? Everything flew by unknown to her. However after a while, she slowly began to care less and less. Had a year passed? No. It can't have done. A few months sure, but not as much as a year. She would be older then. A whole year older. Would she look any different? Probably not. That's just who she was...

...Ashlei. The Hollow Demoness had gone missing a while ago. She had gone to visit Mana to help her revitalize her body as she was falling to pieces and on the verge of death. Afterwards, she learned of Hueco Mundo's attack. Her home was about to be destroyed. She rushed to the scene but sadly, when everyone expected her to arrive she did not make it out of the other end of the portal. What happened? Does anyone actually know?

The world between worlds is a dangerous place. Stray too far from the path and escape becomes impossible. The dark void will swallow you whole and you shall drift for all eternity. Only those with enough power could possibly make it out of there alive after falling so far from their route. After Ashlei had burst into the precipice world, she spent several seconds flying forwards with unbelievable amounts of power blasting from her body. Once she got to the other side however, she fainted. The girl collapsed right when she would have made it to Hueco Mundo. The Gargantua she made fell apart and her vision failed her. The new power Mana had granted her was too much to handle. So she plummeted into the depths of the precipice.

Darkness. Eternal darkness. A thick blanket of black. That was all she was greeted to when she awoke several months later. Her body, not in the same shape as it was before. The girl looked at herself, using her own reitsu as a torch. She was a wreck. She'd lost weight. She'd even lost an arm and half a leg. Most of her hair was missing and her right eye wouldn't function. She sat there for a moment, floating through the void, barely alive from the lack of blood intake she had. A mistake like this could easily cost her her life but for some reason, she managed to wake up.

Months of pent up stress and power allows her to reactivate the muscles in her arms. She stretched out and tore open a Gargantua with what little might she had in her frail form. The girl then slowly reached out for it, and pulled herself through into the dark night of hueco Mundo.

Arriving at her home, she fell immediately into the sand and lay there. She didn't move. She just lay there enjoying the stillness. She was no longer floating in the void. If she were to die here, then maybe it would be okay. It was her home after all. She thought this to herself, and that exact thought saved her life.

From the sand beneath her sprouted a small white root of a plant. It grew rapidly, reaching towards the sky and becoming a small plant sprouting white leaves and twisting closer to her body. This, was Las Viviente. Hueco Mundo's living weapon and home. The gigantic tree set off in the distance could sense and read the minds of the hollows that inhabit its land. Ashlei was no different. In a last ditch effort to protect it's mistress, Las Viviente created a root through the sand to her location. The plant it formed then sput around itself and grew sharp thorns. It then sliced itself in twain, revealing its fleshy interior. The flailing plant, now cut from its roots lay on the sand by Ashleis face, allowing her single eye to notice it. With the last ounce of her reitsu, she moved the red liquid inside the now dead root into her mouth. The living tree. The biological masterpiece. The abomination she had constructed. It could save her life when no one could see her.

The blood from the tree slipped into her mouth and trickled down her throat. Almost instantly, Ashlei could feel her body recharging as though she had switched batteries. The blood made her feel her throat again. Her organless body rebooted itself, empowering her muscles. Mere seconds later, Ashleis missing limbs burst forth from her stumps, greeting her with the ability to move again. She lifted herself from the ground, her hair growing rapidly to shift back into her recognisable red waterfall. She stood on her knee's for a moment, and looked up at the sky. The demonic armour around her skin grew back quickly and to complete her revival, her eyes flickered from a dull gray to a life-filled red.

Alive once more, the Queen of Hollows reached under the sand and yanked out the root that had saved her. Her sharp demonic fangs sank deep into the solid wall that was the stone flesh of the root and tore it apart, revealing the bloody liquid within. Ashlei engorged herself on the rest of the root, bringing back more and more of her strength. Soon after pulling up half a mile worth of root, Ashlei dropped the stone carcass and stood still. She looked about herself. Where is Las Noches? Where is her city?

"I need to know what has happened in my absence..."

Instead of running to where she thought her castle would be, Ashlei released her energies. The sand around her began to defy gravity as the force of her reitsu lifted up every single grain with ease. After a short while, the flat sand she stood on before had become a crater the size of a small lake. A silent crater where only the releasing of a fraction of her energy was enough to push the sand at her feet aside. She then hid her power once more then looked skyward, wondering if anyone might have noticed her.

Mon Dec 30, 2013 7:46 pm

Artist: DSO - Song: Kevlar Sweethearts - Word Count: 1577

It was yet another mundane day within the depths of Demon World's most esteemed family manor: The Royal Asthavon Palace. Although they were on high alert from the sudden war that had broken out throughout the depths of Earth, it meant all but nothing to the entity known as Mana Asthavon. Past the endless sea of guards, the regale outlooks of their esteemed estate and into the skies of the Queensland; there she could be spotted sitting upon her throne. In attire? The Royal Demon could be seen wearing that which was black dress that seemed to extend downwards towards the fair ladies thighs and was accented with a white ribbon on the waist and a coal hued bolero. Coordinating this Gothic-style of attire together were a pair of leggings and pumps that were black in shade and a duo of darkened gauntlets across her hands.

And as the light within the illustrious room grew brighter in radiance, more of the physical aspect of her body became apparent. On her head were a long set of horns horns that resembled vertebrae, with each tip made out of three tips joined at the end. These blended in rather well with The Queen's wavy hair, straight bangs, and neon hued eyes that pierced even the most glistering of landscapes. Behind The Lady were wings which sat low on her back and appeared to resemble a thick zigzag pattern. And lastly, as she awakened more, her skin once resembled a Caucasian pigment slowly transitioned into a pale white shade.

Now fully conscious, there was nothing but a melancholy expression could be seen across her face. Those lush, tender and gem green shaded eyes of her spoke nothing but volumes of sorrow, anguish and hurt that were made to be the acceptance of her personal reality. The past few months were very tiring throughout her personal endeavours, maintaining the likes of her empire, tending to her family and dealing with the pangs of heartache that cried out within her soul. It was as if she were falling into a never ending void of misery, remorse and hardship; erasing and turning to sunder that which she was before. There were times in this period where she seemed as if she were restored to her natural self, but The Queen knew this was all but a ruse. Something was missing, there was a endless hole consuming her heart and the timeline for her life....was indeed running on low. Remembering these words throughout her recent travels, the realization of the choice she'd have to make weighed down heavily on her conscious: "You are this world's Yin. Without Yin, there can be not Yang...which would mean the end of this world's balance. Do you understand what this means? You are on your own from here."

Yet, before she could dwell further into the meaning of these words, a greater calling came to action as she was alerted to a very...unsettling event in Hueco Mundo. A sense of heaviness soon devoured the lands as of The Hollow's Realm as aura of Ashlei's spiritual energy was detected by all. Going into the depths of Demon World itself, the likes of Mana Asthavon was soon informed to the fellow Right Throne's whereabouts. It awakened her, it consumed her and eased the mind of Mana; for this was the moment in time that The Demoness had awaited so long for. All the months spent searching, all the energy vested into finding her and all of the sorrow shed for the lost of this beautiful soul could finally, at long last, be put to an end with this unveiling her presence. Henceforth, The Queen of Demon's did not waste anytime in finding the range of her beloved sister. Once the location was locked on, it was but a mere leap and jump of whim that Mana used a dimensional rift to piece together a wormhole tieing her Palace in Demon World to lone outskirts Hueco Mundo; and thus phasing through it to appear high above the skies where the lone, crescent moon of the sandy lands was placed, devouring all around her within an ominous green darkness as the blackened skies were consumed within Mana's emerald aura.

Within a moments time, the heavens themselves rained a thick and blackened blood upon the silver ground; staining it and corroding the earth itself into a slade hue. So was the storm intensified, The Royal Asthavon would stare down upon The Hollow Demoness through the eye of this storm; displaying quite the confusing expression as she herself wasn't sure to be delighted, enraged or relieved that her sister had returned. Throughout the months following her disappearance, many of those within her circle had gradually started to try and move on with events in the human world taking a toll for the more dangerous side. And in Mana's case? Many eons were spent searching throughout the cosmos and into the dimensions beyond into where her cherished sister was; entrapping herself within realms where time seemed to flow by years and nearly succumbing to her own demise in the process.

So to see Ashlei fine, to see her breathing now before her very eyes and to be confronted with this energy that screamed The Hollow Demoness....was a questionable sight to behold after all that Mana had endured until this point. Ergo, The Demon Queen gradually levitated downward to the ground to guide herself into the colossal crater below as the thunder within the distance had rocked Hueco Mundo to it's core; causing an acceleration of rain to downpour the area. When making her first footsteps to the hollow soil below her feet, Mana could do nothing but gawk at her fellow sister; as if she were gazing into that which was a ghost.

"Are you...really Ashlei Clixx?"

This question rang out to the lands like a bullet shattering the serenity which was peace. Taking closer steps towards the lost soul, was this an hallucination or a cruel joke? These two thoughts echoed within the mind of distressed Demoness. It was hard for Mana to come to the grips with the situation at hand; specifically when someone whom you were assured did not exist, whom you believed to be dead and had accepted within your mind, body and soul that they were long gone. And...then....in a sudden flash of light... come to the reality that they are suddenly revived. Normally, one would assume a person would be filled to the brim to joy....but not Mana...not so swiftly would she received these feelings of acceptance, love and comfort. Not...after everything that has occurred in the process of finding this lost love.

"Are you the one...whom I've bestowed my undying, unconditional and pure love upon? The one...whom I've suffered throughout this world for so long? The one....whom I nearly died for? Are you that Ashlei Cli--, nay, Are you the one called Ashlei Mischevang that stands before me? Is this a joke? Is this a deception? Explain to me, sweet sister, what conditions brought you to me in this state of misery? Whomever you are, whatever you are; I can sense that within your blood you've experienced nothing but agony. So if you are who you say you are, search within my heart and feel the torment I've braved for you...or whatever it is that is left before me."

Now coming face to face with The Hollowed Demoness, there was nothing but a pause of silence before The Queen of Demon's had rested her head against her shoulder. There was still a very powerful sense dismal vibes pulsating from the Royal Demon, but it didn't seem hostile enough to warrant an actual attack. Instead, it was a sense of...gloom nearly. Baring her fangs out, it was up to Ashlei to take this action, but Mana's facial expression didn't seem to indicate any aggression or malice. Slowly, passively and cautiously; The Queen would begin to inch her ivories towards the cold, smooth and rich skin around The Clixx's neck. If she'd accept, if she would not move and if no other maneuvers were taken to prevent this; Mana would bite gently down upon her neck to sample her essence in blood to truly find out if this was indeed a reality and not a dream. As in their many encounters before, this was but a consistent ritual to feast off one another's fluid which gave them life and the key to understand their hearts.

If she were allowed to have her fill or not, a faint green glow flushed The Queen's cheeks and she'd utter these words to Ashlei: "If you are her...you are aware of her usual habits, aren't you, sugah?" Eyes now seeming to dissipate from their once fiery emotion, there was nothing but a dull ember of ache seen within them as her voice softened, body eased in tension and rain slowed around them. "Feast from my blood as I have yours. It's how we've always synced our spirits, no? Ye' possess my essence which surges through your veins....so we've unified as one in that regard...."

Closing her eyes, she'd then silently rest her head against the Hollowed Demoness shoulder and await...to see what would happen...giving way to a silent cry as a blackened teardrop dripped down her faded skin. Even if it were all just a dream...it felt warm. It felt...warm and content....and all The Wicked Queen wanted to do was make...whomever this was...even if it wasn't Ashlei....was warm and content.

Mon Dec 30, 2013 9:36 pm

Diablo Cortar~The Cutting Devil~0-3-
She Returns [Open] 261m2oi

Ever since the disappearance of the Hollow Queen, not to mention the merger with Shadow Fall, the old home of the Espada, Las Noches had become quite the desolate place. Sure, given the enormous size of the castle fortress it was difficult to ever actually make the place seem crowded, but at least in the past, in the "glory days" of the Espada the place had seemed more... lively for a lack of better words. Nowadays, however, the only souls to be found here were either roaming Hollow or Arrancar hoping to scavenge the old castle or certain persons who believed that they should be the new ruler of the hollows. Needless to say, neither of these parties lasted very long; otherwise the castle wouldn't seem so desolate currently. However, despite all of the short lived tenants that the fortress had seen in the absence of its true rule, there was one individual who had neither changed nor left; and given it's infamy probably had something to do with the fact that none of the visitors had actually stayed. Yes, simply sitting within the confines of his old chambers, staring endlessly at the dimly lit, bloodstained walls was none other than Diablo Cortar; the Cutting Devil of Las Noches. It was no secret that this man, seemingly devoid of any true emotion, was the most devout and loyal follower of the only queen of the hollows. It was hard to say why this devil of a man had never left Ashlei's side as he was still as devoid of emotion as the day they had met; but there was something that just kept the two of them together.

Of course, with all of this being said, one might assume that Diablo, such a loyal follower, would have been searching tirelessly day and night for any sign of his queen. Well... this was not entirely an incorrect assumption, but any who knew Diablo also knew that he simply did not undertake such acts. Oh, he was indeed searching for Ashlei in his own way, but more importantly he was preserving a place for her to return to. However, as endearing an endeavor this might sound, there still was no emotion put behind it... or was there? While Diablo still did not have... "traditional" feelings towards Ashlei, there was definitely something there. Then again, given her involvement with the likes of Mana Asthavon and Claire Clixx, as well as this recent disappearance... was there anything left tying her to him? Needless to say, such a though wouldn't even cross the thoughts of Diablo, as without feeling, how could such a man feel the sting of betrayal? Either way, without the one person whom this all centered around, such questions were pointless... at least until today.

Even before a single blast of energy had been sent, Diablo had been made aware of an anomaly within Hueco Mundo. One of the advantages of doing naught but existing was that even the drop of a pin could be felt through its disturbance of nothingness. While said anomaly did not initially rouse Diablo, this forewarning had allowed him to accurately pick up the exact location of Ashlei's spiritual pressure for the brief moment she had made it known. As if some sort of switch hand been flicked, Diablo wasted no time in abandoning his post... no, to put it better he was simply going to where he belonged. Unfortunately, however, Diablo had expected others to have noticed such a return, and as he was limited to sonido to arrive at his destination, he was made full aware of the entrance of Mana. Granted, this was in no way surprising; there was clearly a very strong connection between the two women, and though he still knew nothing of emotions, Diablo could still recognize their connection. While one might expect this to be a good thing, Diablo had never actually "trusted" Mana, or demons in general; hell, the only reason he had even joined Shadow Fall had been to follow Ashlei, and he had not made a return since her disappearance. Still, not even her arrival could keep Diablo from being by Ashlei's side now.

Within moments of Mana placing her head against Ashlei's shoulders, Diablo arrived on the scene, standing only a few paces behind the two women within the crater. Unlike Mana, or anyone else who might have been affected by Ashlei's disappearance, there was no question to Diablo who she was, no hesitation in his approach, and no answer she needed to give. Quite simply put Ashlei was who she always was, always had been, and always will be... "Señorita Mischevang" He spoke from behind, before his left hand appeared, resting upon the shoulder opposite Mana. Though his voice still held no emotion to waiver, there was a certain sense of confidence portrayed through the simple contact. Hell, if anything, this was probably the closest she had ever gotten in her attempts to make the stoic man show any emotion... even if such an endeavor was the last thing on her mind. Still, no matter what would happen next, one thing could be certain; Diablo had returned to where he belonged, ready to support Ashlei.

Tue Dec 31, 2013 12:08 am

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Artist: Dope - Song: Slipping Away - Word Count: 1531

This was it, this was the day. Alerts were screaming all throughout Shadow Fall's database about the return of an all but welcomed aura within the depths of The Hollow's Realm. Many sorts of powerful energies were accumulating into one familiar force: The Hollowed Queen. Already receiving confirmation the instant that Ashlei stepped foot into Hueco Mundo's soil, Rose was unnerved. Sure, much like Mana and Diablo, she could have been one of the first people there. Yet...there was something inside of her that wanted to put this off. As imagery of her past months of conquest rained through her mind like a scattered storm; she'd remember the painful vow that she uttered in the likes of the fiery Australian City known as Melbourne. During that time, and the months prior to, she was so suicidal; yet many were unable to see through those motives in her action. From infusing herself with Project Soul, the aimless brawls for Shadow Fall's cause and ultimately the gathering of other Arrancar for the hopes of disbanding the kingdom and forming an Hollow Government; being solidified by her stance to stand on her feet, to try and ease the burden of Ashlei's blow to her heart and to follow through with her path no matter how painful it was.

And so....it brought her here, to this point...to this place....of confronting her once assumed to be dead sister in a deadman's land. Rose didn't know quite what to think, but knew she had to be there to reunite with her sister. No matter the people whom assembled, no matter the obstacles that stood in her way and no matter what The Mischevang sister felt inside about the whole damn thing: SHE HAD TO BE THERE! Therefore, after she was able to find her composure, harden her mind and prepare herself for the arduous journey before her; The Primera Espada started the task of crafting a garganta to connect her to the location where these beings were gathering. Wasting no time leaping forward after it was made, The Royal Arrancar blew within the dark void, past it's murky depths and busted out like a firing source of red light into the blackness of the vicinity as she made her entrance into the gathering of The Hollow Queen's Inner Circle.

Once the overwhelming crimson blaze of Rose's light dissipated, the Primera Espada could be seen in her usual pig-tailed styled hair with it's scarlet hue still very much in tact. Matching with her fearsome gaze upon the scene was the likes of her fiery red eyes piercing the landscape as she beamed down upon the crater where everyone was huddled up in. Scowling heavier, the freckles across the Primera's face were more apparent as the outbreak of these brightened hues of red from her aura, to her hair and to her eyes were becoming more noticeable than her lightened pigment of skin. Everything about the woman's attire had been so neatly color coordinated. The Mischevang in question wore a black and red, vertical striped shirt together with blackened belt strapped across her waist and a pair of cuffed, black jean-shorts. Similarly, the knee-high socks she wore had the same pattern of stripes as her top and it was all matched off with a pair of slade shaded, canvas styled shoes.

Now, as the smoke cleared further from the range after the entrance of the fiery Arrancar's debut, Rose's whole persona could be seen for as she slammed into the crater below; causing a great rumble of power to radiate throughout the range and shake the ground itself as she stared intently at the likes of Ashlei from a distance. Clenching her fist into a ball, The Royal Mischevang's teeth could be seen as gritting as her reishi seemed to spark to life like a wildfire of pure furor. Drawing blood from how tightly she curled her fist, Rose decided that the silence needed to be broken! She had all the evidence before her to believe this was in fact her sister. From the appearance of she looked prior to her disappearance, the energy flowing from her body and way these people gathered around her: SO IT WAS TIME FOR HER TO SPEAK HER MIND ON THESE MATTERS! THERE WOULD BE NOTHING HELD BACK IN THIS SESSION TO AWAKEN HER SISTER TO THE TRUTH OF THINGS AND TO GET HER LISTEN THIS ONE TIME!

""I-i can't believe it....Y-you.....you leave the whole fucking world worrying about you, you place our family into a pit of turmoil and place this burden on my shoulders to take. Then...THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SHOW YOUR FACE AFTER NEVER GIVING SO MUCH AS A CALLING CARD TO WHAT HAPPENED!?" Stomping her foot on the ground in a fury, the crater around them seemed to come to life with more cracks; sparking a scattering of red static electricity to signify that something was brewing within the Royal Mischevang. The heavens themselves bellowed and echoed this anger as strikes of red electricity were seen mixing into the blackened skies above them. "What...the....HELL is WRONG FOR YOU!???!?!??! DO YOU THINK IT'S OKAY FOR YOU TO SIMPLY COME FROM THE ASHES OF OBLIVION AND SPRING BACK TO LIFE WITH SO LITTLE NOTICE?! DO YOU SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THAT LEAVING US IN THE DARK FOR SO LONG IS FUCKING NORMAL?! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU ARE THE HOLLOW QUEEN, THAT'S NOT FUCKING RIGHT BECAUSE WE ARE FAMILY AND THAT'S NOT HOW FAMILY WORKS!" These overwhelming cries of fury soon screeched the landscape; causing a shock wave to once again rock the earth around them, the air that was once damp and devoid to become overheated and filled to the brim with the fiery embers of this rage coming to life.

"You do this time and again, and you think it does not wear down on a persons heart and mind?! I was sure you were dead, we all were assured you were gone this time. Do you have ANY idea what I had to endure in that lost of you? I love you with all of my fucking heart, so to hear such news DESTROYED my world during those agonizing months without you. It was as if I was tossed back into that hell I lived in for so many centuries following my life into becoming a hollow. I idolized you, I adored you and you were and are the only reason I decided to come out of that hole I had buried myself in for so many years. Your life sparked me into action, your essence pulled me into reality once more and your breath assured me things would be okay. It's what allowed me to become the Primera Espada, to pull my own weight and to range this plateau of strength. So with that support gone, with that love seeming to vanish: I HAD FUCKING NOTHING!"

And at the end of it all? A monstrous clap of roaring thunder slammed into the very fabric of Hueco Mundo; trembling the land for miles as thousands of crows started hollering and flying away from the vicinity in the wake of this power. It's as if if the ferocity brewing within The Royal Mischevang had been released onto the world and birthed into a hellish storm. Whipping gust blew away the blackened the sand, torn apart the trees themselves from the root and was like a spiraling vortex within the crater as it blasted everything inside of it with overwhelming burst of wind.

As time progressed and twisted like a dagger to the heart, the sensations of pure animosity that overtook Rose caused the Arancar to eventually start fiercely shaking against her will as she quivered with such frenzy. Tears formed from sheer exasperation freely streamed down the cheeks of The Primera Espada, trying her best to hide them, but realizing it was all but futile as she felt this innermost hurt take surge of her body like an all encompassing wave of resentment.

""FUCK, WHAT GOES THROUGH YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU DO THIS TO PEOPLE!?"

Nothing but a shriek filled with ache in her voice escaped The Mischevang's mouth, moving her fist away from them and unleashing a calamitous punch to one of the walls of the crater; wrecking and spreading carnage throughout a two mile radius. Many rocks, sand, hollow's and everything else in between were seen as being tossed up into a plume of fire, ash and destruction from Rose's untamed emotions as she sobbed a bit harder.

""I....I fucking love you...but this is making it difficult to do so......." Feeling her throat dry, her voice diminish and breath increase in it's rate; it was hard to speak as this unfiltered outrage zapped the strength to speak at such volume anymore. It caused her to collapse to her knees as the energy left her body, the droplets of tears flooded the ground more swiftly and the storm in the clouds above them seemed to ease in these moments. It meant that Rose could only end everything in her outlash of fury with this lasting statement to her sister:

""...Yet, as much as I'll lash out.....fuck....I can't stop loving you....."

Thu Jan 02, 2014 7:08 am

Ashlei Clixx

Ashlei was home. The sands around here were so recognisable. The grains in between her toes felt wonderful. Just the feeling of being able to stand on the floor instead of floating around was bliss. However she couldn't concentrate on that for long. Her power burst had indeed attracted several people and she needed to be ready for their arrival. Ashlei stood firm and looked up out of the crater. Then, some black rain fell upon her face. This was a familiar sensation. However this time it wasn't entirely the same. There above Ashlei was Mana, watching her. If this was a few months ago, Ashlei would feel loving warmth in her chest from the sight of her dear sister. Now however, there was more to her emotions than that. In fact, she couldn't even analyse the feeling she had right now.

She couldn't put her finger on what word she could use to describe the tension. Maybe it was almost like letting your family down. Never throwing the stick for your pet dog or simply running away from your sister. Could she call this guilt perhaps? Anxiety? Paranoia? Who knows? But for once in her life, Ashlei could not predict Mana's actions this day. Would she be pleased to see her? Would she fall in disbelief? Would she outright kill her and put this to an end? Mana had reasons to all three of these things. They had an unbreakable bond but Ashleis constant disappearances had caused everyone to lose hope. is it really worth being given a small glimpse of hope after you've lost it all? Has Ashlei's return simply become yet another tease? Will Ashlei vanish once more?...

...could she be that heartless?

Back to the scene at hand, Ashlei prepared herself for what was to come. Mana came closer and closer. Her lips moved to ask a question for Ashlei to respond to. But she didn't. Ashlei did not say a word. She just looked forward and watched. Mana's questions became longer. They had more emotion in them accompanied with a wave of disbelief. Mana couldn't confirm if it was Ashlei or not and she certainly wasn't helping by remaining silent. She got closer again. SO close in fact, that she wanted to perform their usual ritual. The sharing of blood. Ashlei knew this all too well and just thinking about it seemed to spark movement in her joints. She turned to look at Mana of whom moved over to bite into Ashlei and she let her. Ash moved her head aside and allowed the demoness access to her veins. However she couldn't promise it wouldn't burn like always. Ashlei's blood after all was hardly blood at all. The girl didn't respire so she didn't need actual blood to survive, but the special liquid within her veins converted from other peoples blood. Mana could take it though. It hurt a bit last time she did this but it's nothing she couldn't handle.

Ashlei would have come to terms with it and reached round to sample Mana's blood too, but she was cut short when another member appeared before her. Diablo, Ashleis only real male love interest had returned. Ashlei hadn't seen him in months. Had it been a year? No. We cannot dwell on time anymore.We cannot dwell on anything. Theyw ere all still alive right? Mana still cared. Even Diablo was back. Ashlei's initial doubts were fading fast. She looked at Diablo as he put his arm on the girl. Ashlei smiled, then looked to Mana. She knew how she felt now. Finally, she would utter a word.

"Thank you... I'm so happy to see you're both safe."

Ashlei wrapped her arms round Mana and held her tight, making up for a years worth of lost affection. She even went as far as to plant several kisses on Mana's face before turning to Diablo and pulling him close as well, holding onto them both. Diablo might not have any emotions in his soul but Ashlei knew he had feelings for her and she did back to him. If she hadn't vanished time and time again, maybe he would be king of hueco mundo by now. That was how Ashlei felt. mana was no less important to her. Ashlei just had to have them both in this moment. But that wouldn't last long now would it?

A sudden boom crashed into the crater, the energy revealing that it was Rose who had decided to arrive third and by god did she have something to say. Ashlei's grip loosened on Mana and Diablo all the while rose poured her heart out. Her words, as loud and violent as they were meant so much to Ashlei. Everything she said was so true. Everything was so wrong. Rose wasn't blind. She said it how it was. Any other girl would probably back off, break down and cry from this but Ashlei wasn't going to. Somebody here had to be the pillar. Somebody had to grant them hope. That is what Ashlei had now decided.

"Rose..."

Ashlei let go of the two and walked over to Rose, holding onto her tiny body and pulling her tight to console her.

"You are right about me. I have toyed with you all. Nothing I can do can make up for what iv'e put you all through. But please, believe me when I say that this is the end of it all. I am home. I am here for you all."

Ashlei looked up so she could address Mana and Diablo whilst holding Rose. It was quite a weird sight to be fair. A short, pig tailed red head being engulfed by the half naked, half demon armoured body of a hollow demon queen. The skin and red colours blended well. You could tell these two were sisters.

"Allow me to give you all hope once more... Your sister is home."

Then Ashlei looked up towards the dark night sky. here was still something she couldn't let go. She had the time to think about it. There was still something missing. Her family was here. All but one.

"But... There is still so much that needs to be done. Someday...I'll be coming for you too Mother..."

Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:53 am

Artist: The Birthday Massacre- Song: Horrorshow - Word Count: 1328

(OOC NOTE: Sorry it took so long to post. I lost my muse for a bit, got alot of personal stuff going on and then catching up in some of my event threads. But I'm ready for the long haul now!)

Taking a glance to her side, she'd notice the likes of Diablo Cortart arriving on the scene as he took the place of Ashlei's other shoulder. There wasn't much of a point in reacting much to it, though. Closing her eyes, The Demoness wouldn't mind all of these distractions transpiring in the area as she felt the warmth of her beloved's body, the taste of her sweet blood and the essence of her entity flowing through The Asthavon's veins. It mattered not who showed up upon this day, for those whom cared for The Hollow Queen ran deep, and she wouldn't expect such people to sit around idle. Drying her tears, such careless emotions should be subdued in the wake of finally discovering at long last what she were searching for. There was no time for such pity things, for with each kiss planted across her face, the more these miserable sensations were suppressed, buried and sealed within The Demon Queen's heart. There was no need for such things when her objective was standing right before her. So with a content sigh, she'd reach her emerald gaze to match Ashlei's crimson gaze; and, in one swift motion, give her a deep, long lasting and passionate kiss as The Royal Mischevang went to caress her one more time.

"There is no need for words anymore. What I feel, what we feel, goes beyond that. Even in this moment, as our hearts throb as one, the fervent pleasure that is gained from being together helps me find the blissful sanctuary within myself." Pulling herself together, working pass these internal errors within herself; Mana was fighting and finding the love vested deep inside of her heart to keep pushing through these circumstances. This world was a dead one, a land that fills it's people with poison and drives them to such crazed intents as they become corrupted, contorted and twisted by it's foul ways. So to find this fragment of tenderness within this wicked world, in a place far away from such troubling hearts, was indeed a small piece of mind that was offered to The Queen as she started to slowly wash away the appearance of sorrow that was once so obviously smeared across her face.

"To thank me? Those are such futile words. Our hearts are doing all the expressing we require now. It's an infuriating thing for them to do, but one that is required to let out such dangerous feelings. Preserving with everything we have in this world, the thrones in which we stand upon do not refrain from knowing true solitude and alienation, Ashlei. I came here today to respond to that courage of yours by changing this void of desolation into one of happiness for both you, myself and everyone intertwined in our souls destiny." Standing on her own two feet at this point, The Demoness gazed back at Ashlei with a rather intent expression across her face. The resolve was flowing back into her heart, the will to live pulsating in her mind and the reasons she protected and cherished Ashlei were all but coming back to her as she dwelled deeper into these memories, recollections and thoughts.

"Do you remember what I spoke to you long ago? The promise I made on my heart? That no matter what happens, no matter what occurs down the line -- I will take care of everything. My heart....will never waver. I still stand so very true to these notions even if my own heart is so dismantled, so plunged into disarray and so very hard to read for you on this day." In the wake of these bold words, the will of The Demon Queen even went on to stop the rain of despair and cleanse the land of her impurities. The sand which was once tainted with a blacked ink, was now restored to it's former white. The sky which was consumed within an endless sea of emerald mist, was now dissipating to it's once blackened state. There was no need for such things, as her heart was in control of itself after finding it's other half.

However, there wouldn't be long to bask in this moment as Mana felt the presence of a rather....loud individual. Coming in with quite the booming entrance, the likes of the Primera Espada of the Shadow Espada had arrived here. Smirking coyly, there was a feeling of great rage radiating within the girl, but it caused nothing but this devilish grin to emerge across the lips of The Demoness. Why? This chaotic element to scarlet haired Espada made the inner element of Chaos that lay vested deep within Mana's essence shriek with joy. Feeling the shockwaves, the thrust of the wind and the outpouring of her heart; what else could Mana do to such raw and honest feelings screaming for the world to hear? As always, her loyal subject always provided such a good show.

Clicking her tongue, The Asthavon cackled further to herself as she recalled similar memories of when the twos path crossed during the War for Australia. Such fiery passion, refined rage and utmost...love...was quite endearing to the likes of Mana. It's why no matter how much the fellow Mischevang would outlash against her sister, The Queen was not swayed one bit by this rampage. Feeling the beats of Rose's heart, there wasn't a single doubt in her mind that she held nothing but the utmost of affection for her sister. 'Twas simply a misguided attempt at saying "I love you" after being gone for such long. It was almost endearing in a way as the girl broke down in tears; realizing how attached she truly was to her sister. It almost reminded Mana of her own...family...as images of her sisters, brothers and all those of the Asthavon family started dancing around within The Queen's head as she quietly chuckled watching the incident proceed.

Folding her arms at the precise moment where Asheli embraced her distressed sister, Mana's laugh grew only louder as The Hollow Queen started addressing them all at once. Toyed with her? There wasn't any sense of that in Mana's mind. For the way this world works, the way life functions; nothing planned within this universe ever goes as planned, yet alone what goes on within the inner workings of a persons mind. So to hear such words were nonsense to The Demoness. In spite of all this, the one thing that did resonate out of what Ashlei uttered was the fact that she was home and home, as generic as it may sound, is where the heart is. So a soft smile gave way across Mana's lips upon hearing such words.

"Aye, my love for you has not wavered dear sister, or shall I say, lover. I still stand by those words in which I spoke to you the last time we were together. Although there was much pain to be had when we separated, all that matters at this point is that you are safe, sound and most importantly....alive. Everything else that has occurred in between that time of lost can simply work themselves out as it comes along." Paying attention to the last bit of what Ashlei had to say, however, gave Mana a slightly concerned face. If her hunch was correct, the only mother she could be referring to....is Clarie Clixx. A rather...touchy subject given their rocky relationship. Despite that, though, she knew what it entailed to go along this path with Ashlei and was prepared to deal with it when the time was right.

"Mhm....one day soon we will reach that person. I know who you speak of, and I know your intent, but it would be for the best to simply hold off on that endeavor. Today is the day of your rebirth, so as we all stand together as one, let us have time to tend our wounds, restore our hearts and recover from this anguish, my beloved."

Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:08 am

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Artist: Dope - Song: Slipping Away - Word Count: 1319

What this....feeling? To be embraced in such a way generated such warmth within Rose. It brought forth such familiar sensations of acceptance. However, at the same time, it brought about sentiments of fury for what Ashlei had done in the absence of her presence to her beloved little sister. Yes, the Primera Espada accepted the hug from The Hollow Queen, but there was still a sense of hurt that wouldn't be so easily removed from the mark of The Mischevang's sister soul. During those months Asheli had faded away from her grasp, there were many things she were forced to do in place of her Elder Sibling. One of these chores were the fact that The Red Haired Woman had been taking charge of the hollow's who looked to her as the successor, trying to find resolve to live in the midst of her own soul that was torn to sunder and ultimately moving on from such a grievous loss that shook the very foundations of The Arrancar's psyche.

"Nothing can make up for it, eh? Yeah, you've got that right there. The only thing I can foresee making up for this damned mess is you actually sticking around for once and having your own strength to actually commit to the whole thing all the way like all of those who've had your back, gave you undying love and some even their entire lives just for your fucking sake. We love you with the utmost of raw intention, devotion and intensity; but I cannot keep going through the circles like this over and over.

There is only so much you can do to a person, so long you can abuse them and so many blows a strike to the heart can take until that person breaks, the snapping point is reach and they soon fade into the distance as an abysmal trail of dust that was once the foundations of a person that sparked the amber of hope within your soul. But by that time, there would simply be nothing left you could do but reflect on the futility of your own actions for tinkering with peoples hearts like this. You may toy with the others spirits, but I...won't suffer such calculates in the future."

Finishing up with her first series of senitments to her sibling, The Feisty Arrancar started coughing heavily due to the fit of rage showcased earlier beginning to catch up to The Espada. This series of reactions started to cause her to heave, clear out the strain in her throat and eventually start the process of regaining herself internally and mentally. It's what allowed her to truly savor the depth of the hug The Hollow Queen bestowed upon herself. It had honestly been quite some time since the two sisters had shared any form of physical touch, and this moment was being cherished on a deeper level within the depths of The Primera's heart. As looking beyond all of the suffering, agony and hardship that stood between this reunion of the blood-kin, the path's that united their roads once more made it feel of days past; many moons ago during their human lives when the two hollow's were merely mortal human beings fending for themselves in the futility of humanities existence.

Yes, it was quite the bizarre scenario to be placed into the further Rose had thought about the circumstances of their gathering with one another. Both sisters were betrayed by their people, each of them thrown away as relics of disease and curses by their own people. Sparking further inward into herself, waves of serenity surged throughout the fiber of the once unsteady girl's being as the recollections of their youth came zooming into her mind like a gunshot to the head. The yearnings of wanting to be like her eldest sister as any younger sibling would, the intense admiration she held for her strength, the respect which radiated off of Ashlei by the way she carried herself despite being treated like a beast and ultimately the desire to be loved and love her sister were what had been echoing inside of the conscious mind of Rose now as her eyes soften; letting that anger flow away from her like a bad storm and embracing the tranquility of The Queen's loving hold on her.

"Hope, eh? If it's one thing I have so little of these days it's the concept of hope. Hope is what lead me out of the abyss, but it's also what lead me into it. I swiftly followed myself into the path of becoming a hollow just so I could follow in your footsteps, yanno." Wiping away what was left of the tears from her strained eyes; she'd release her spiritual pressure's grip on the area and begin the transition of easing the skies once more, lowering the rumbling of the ground and all but making the once fiery hurricane of fury that had so entangled the area dissipate like a calming wind. Yes, it seems that she was finally beginning to get a grip on herself to talk more sensibility to her adored sister.

"It wasn't long after you died that they to put me on that curse to die. I soon understood why your ghost haunted that town. Or rather, the transition of your ascension into Arrancarhood. Although at the time, I thought of it was nothing more than a trapped spirit stuck in the realm of the living; which is still relatively true in a sense of the grand scheme of things. We started nothing more than a Plus; from there we let the heartache of our lives manifest itself into a chain and soon it begins to entangle, strangle and choke the humanity right out of our souls. When left to the sea of hollowness that awaits us, we awaken into the beast that we are now and continue feasting once more in this life until we are whole again, until that pain is buried and we can at last bare the weight of this world as the beings that stand now. It took me a very long road to get to this point, and the...hope....of seeing you once again...brought me out of the delusional world I had sealed myself in.

For your sake, for our families sake; I craved to be at your side once more in this second life of ours. It didn't matter the pain that it took to free myself, nor did the suffering it would involve to reach you phase my mind. Through blind hope alone, and my determination to be with you, I braved through these changes for longing of a new start with you all. And it's why you can begin to understand, when you had vanished from us, faded into the cold abyss and were presumed dead.....so to was my faith, my ambitions and my direction in life. My beliefs crumbled, my confidence dwindled and I almost dreamed of death to finish the task it had started so many centuries ago if it were not for the people I met during this time.

Thus, as you can see, can you not begin to get a taste of why I feel this way at your sudden return? It is not that I do no love you, sister, but it's because...I can't hope that light taken away from like that....the pain.....was unbearable. Never do that to me again, alright?"

Having said that final plea, Rose would close her eyes and rest her head against the bosom of her sister; tuning out the ravings of The Maddened Demon Queen was it wasn't the time to indulge in her lunatic raving. For now, all that mattered was piecing herself together, keeping The Hollow Queen grounded and figuring out where to go from here as they stood together in the sandy ruins of Hueco Mundo.

Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:19 am

Ashlei Clixx

The scarlet witch stood perfectly still and listened to the words of both her sisters. The pain of believing Ashlei was lost came as a surprise to her. She didn't consider her absence to be that much of an issue. However it would appear she was wrong. Ashlei let began to wander slightly, pacing the sand and looking about herself in deep though whilst the two girls alternated their voices. Mana was pouring confessions of love into her words as she seemed to almost be trying to convince herself that she was happy and could recover. Ashlei could only take so much heart warming talk before her mind began to trail off elsewhere. How could it not? There was a little bundle of red screeching like nails on a chalkboard beside her. Ashlei didn't have the heart to interrupt them both.

Rose decided to reach back into their past. To talk about their human life. Why? Because she wanted to try and prove a point. So Ashlei simply waited, clearly listening but showing signs of irritation. Was it at the two girls? No it wasn't. It was because she had to tell them what they didn't want to hear. What she was about to do would give them a choice.

"It makes me smile to hear you two say all of this about me. It really does. And to be honest, it makes what I'm about to say even harder. I love you both with all of my heart and would never want to do anything to hurt either of you. You're all I have in this world and losing you would push me into a realm I would never return from. Though, I can sense you two could say the same about yourselves."

Ashlei began to walk away from the girls and Diablo but she looked over her shoulder to talk.

"Sadly, I have business I must attend to. I have had this dwelling in my body for far too long and I must get the answers I seek. You tell me this is something I must do at another time mana but I simply cannot wait. It has just been too long."

Ashlei walked on, getting further and further away and looking back to make sure she wasn't being followed. If she was, then she wouldn't hesitate to continue doing what she was going to do. Ashlei then stopped and turned on the spot, hopefully a decent distance away from everyone else and outside of the crater she created.

"You two talk of love and the anguish you both had to go through in my absence then you must understand my feelings on the matter. To tell you two to stop worrying about me when I'm gone would be wrong as I know myself exactly how it feels. You may hate me for this and I will not deny you the right to be."

Ashlei held out her hands and closed her eyes, conjuring something beneath her feet. It was a signal. A call to another. She wanted something to be here right now but what could it be? Suddenly, the sand beneath her feet began to shake. The very desert she stood upon was beginning to rush away. What on earth was happening beneath her?

"I thank you sisters for keeping my pet in such good shape. It will prove useful in my task"

The sand gave way beneath her feet to reveal the submerged pet that Ashlei mentioned. A gigantic metal body of a monster rose up from the sand, burrowed beneath the desert and climbing out at its own pace and lifting Ashlei into the sky on it's head. It took a few minutes for the entire beast to pull itself out from it's slumber. Once it had stepped out of the sand, it leant back and gave a terrific metal roar. At an absolutely stunning size of 550m, the beast would send weaker spirits into shock and possibly even die simply at the sight of it. However Mana, Rose and Diablo probably wouldn't even shrug their shoulders at it's splendour.

"I'm unsure if you ever met Chaos in such a form. I named it that because that was it's sole purpose. It has become more than a simple act of chaos however. Welcome my creation: project Maelstrom. Lest it's body falls, shall it ever create a maelstrom of chaos"

Ashlei bent down and stroked the head of the beast before looking down at the others who would now be quite far away from her. She might have to shout if they do not get closer.

"I'm sorry and I will not ask for you to forgive me this time, but I must leave you once more. I do not want anyone involved in this task but myself. I can't even tell you what it is lest you try to stop me. You would easily guess that I am going to search for my mother. However what I intend to do to find her... I cannot say."

Ashlei looked towards the dark horizon and held out her hand. She needed to precisely conjure the correct pattern to get to where she needed to go. To help with such a size, she would need to use Las Viviente. From in front of Maelstrom, away from everyones direction sprouted two gigantic pillars that slowly grew from the dirt. It would take a few minutes for them to build their molecules and climb high enough for the process to begin. Ashlei would have to simply wait for this. She would just have to listen to the anger of her sisters while she waited.

Wed Jan 29, 2014 1:05 pm

Artist: Elena Siegman - Song: Abracadavre - Word Count: 1388

Well, things were certainly starting to get interesting in the vast sands of Hueco Mundo. Now that the storm had dissipated around them, the skies above it all had cleared of heat and the surroundings returned to their former dull state. Yet, the circumstances of the group of beings assembled within smoldering crater was all but ramping up. This assembly of Shadow Fall and Mischevang members had been clearly reaching it's peaking point. Thus, the energy which surged throughout the environment was all but refocused into the emotional and mental outpouring of this group of misfits. Staring at the emotional plea that the likes of the Primera Espada gave to her elder sister, it was clear to Mana she was indeed very loving and faithful to her dear family. It brought a grim smile and chuckle to the pale lips of The Demoness as she watched the display carry forth. The touching scene, the loving words and the pure truth that bellowed out of the feisty Arrancar's mouth were all that were needed to assure her trust in that younger Miscehvang. Although, from the information gathered on Rose's past, it was clear to The Demon Queen that the Shadow Espada wasn't going to like the course where this union was going to steer towards next. Hearing confirmation that there was a strong distaste for the Memory Rosary of Despair, to listen to her sister want to seek out the likes of Clarie Clixx would undoubtedly cause some form of conflict within The Arrancar and The Asthavon was more than ready for an outburst if it should come to that.

Albeit, as the encounter progressed further along, a slight rise of the eyebrow seemed to come into view across The Demon's face. Was there so little faith in Mana's control of herself that Ashlei truly believed that she, The Incarnation of Chaos, would be so infuriated by such a quest? No. There wasn't much anger to be had within the soul of the Demoness, rather, a sense of duty that was committed towards reuniting The Sisters of Discord once more. Already understanding who, what and where The Hollow Queen was determined to head to when those words were first uttered out of her mouth; the likes of The Royal Demon was already bracing herself for a long, pericleous and daunting task that lay before her feet. Sensing chills down her spine, an uneasiness did creep across her face, but that's because there was a wicked omen brewing within her stomach. There was no way to pin-point or make a precise feeling, but Mana felt something was definitely off to be in such a swift hurry to locate this person already after coming back so soon.

"Eh, I expected such words wouldn't delay that endeavour. Ye' may try to sugar-coat it with nicely put tongues, but do not play me for a fool, sister. I understand this business and the path it's going to go, so I'll follow you to wherever it goes. I've gone through quite the bit of anguish, true, but this is where my worrying ceases to be. To follow my instincts, to thrive on my guts impulses and to mend myself to the flow of my mind's eye is what I desire. And this craving, these whispers that echo in my head and my own consciousness tells me I should push forward with wherever this accursed quest will lead us."

With that pause in her dialogue with the fellow Queen of The Hollow's, The Royal Demoness would soon take flight to the skies in order to take account for the colossal figure that was Project Chaos. Through The Demoness's more than keen senses, The Asthavon seemed to already be aware of this creature's mammoth mass. So, with that in mind, Mana would ensure that she'd be on eye-level with The Regale Mischevang no matter what occurred in this time period. Thus, while jumping towards her location she'd utter this much about that comment of appreciation in maintaining this monstrous Xenos Hollow: "Ye give me thanks for this creature? Nay, this sense of gratitude is guided in the wrong place. Ye should be giving recognition to that wonderful kin of yours below us. The sister bonded to you by blood is the sister that cherishes you the most. I hadn't a single thing to do with it's preservation, dear."

Now hovering at an eased pace above the earth of the Hollow Realm, The Demon Queen gave a soft sigh before folding her arms and gazing into Ashlei's crimson eyes with the utmost of intent behind them. It was obvious at this point that The Demoness wasn't intending to go any where that easily. There was simply too much vested into her beloved to simply let it go like this. So, the next words that would exit her mouth would be the following: "I do not seek your apologizes, nor do I accept this request to go it alone. If you insist on going forward with this lunacy, then the chaotic nature within me is more than obliged to thrust further down the rabbits hole alongside each of my sisters. I did not travel this far, endured this much or vested this much energy to merely lose sight of what it is that quickly. Unless ye' intend to kill me, I'm afraid I cannot leave your side if you persist with this venture."

Having echoed those words out to the world, an emerald glow was seen emitting from the body of The Demon Queen as she exhaled cold air from her pale lips once more. There was no anger behind these sentiments, no sense of despair expressed across her face and neither was there shock or disgust. It was a solid presence that overtook The Asthavon. Absolute and unwavering decisiveness was what surged throughout her being. Refusing to play idle to the sidelines of this event, The Demoness was going to put her foot down with this circumstance they were now entering. It did not matter one iota in The Mad Rulers mind that Ashlei was hellbent on going alone, for Mana's equaled will to trail alongside her was on par with that ambition to go this path by herself.

"I suggest ye divulge what it is you are thirsting for on this quest of yours, sister. I shan't be going anywhere for the foreseeable future if it comes to the likes of yourself, myself and Clarie Clixx reuniting once more. Above all else, even if this road leads to ruin, decay and death; I will ensure even that grim transition goes as smoothly as possible. If neither of yours spirits are in alignment, then I will be the one to keep the sense of connection, bond and ultimately balance between the three of us." Closing her eyes to seek an inner place of serenity for what was coming her way now, she'd exhale a sigh one more time as the next question was certainly going to be a trying one. Tilting her head to the side, Mana reopened her eyes once more to utter this much out:

"So, my beloved, what do you intend to do once you find her? Kill her? Maim her? Become one with her? Surely you aren't going to seek that woman out just for tea and crumpets. There is obviously a much deeper intent towards you having such a strong eagerness to explore and pursue the whereabouts of The Memory Rosary Of Despair. I'd want to hear this tale for myself as to what lead you to this point, what brought you to this place and where you intend to go from this moment onward. If not, I'll pursue you and her myself until that knowledge is obtained."

Coming to an end with her interaction with Ashlei, the ball was now in The Hollow Queen's court as to how she would react and respond to such actions and words. This was certainly going to be an uneasy undertaking for the two of them, but since it was clear to even the dimmest of spirits that each sister was not going to part until they achieved what it was they were yearning for; it was a difficult impasse that all parties amassed were going to have to pass somehow.

Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:38 pm

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Artist: Guano Apes - Song: Storm - Word Count: 1522

The clouds of distrust soon roared upon the Mischevang sisters on this fateful day. Staring into the eyes of her beloved elder sister, Rose was no fool; she wouldn't be one of the most sharp witted mechanics in Hueco Mundo if she were. The hint of disdain, that look of irritation and uneased bodily language which all emitted from the likes of Ashlei Mischevang were enough to indicate to Rose that the actions she were about to take would not be in her favor; nor would they be decisions that could be easily dealt with by the The Hollow Queen, The Demon Queen and certainly not with the Primera Espada herself. From her assumptions, the only one in this place who yielded the potential blindly follow this insanity would most likely be Diablo Cortar. But then again, he'd obey anything this woman said without question due to the differences in power and rank between the two Arrancar's; whereas Rose was much different in this matter for it was a concern of family ties more than anything else. It didn't matter if her sister beat her to a bloody pulp, for she had imagined the connection between their souls were stronger and better than that.

Yet, as softly as Ashlei tried to put these words of her, all that exited out of the mouth of The Ruler of Hollowkind were nothing but disregard, distrust and utter avoidance the concerns that The Primera and The Demoness gave The Royal Mischevang about pursuing that sickening creature that was Clarie Clixx, The Memory Rosary of Despair. In that moment, there was a pang of sorts inside of the heart of The Scarlet-Haired Girl; as she knew at that point there wasn't anything short of violence to deter her sister from this. And once it escalated to that, what would be the purpose? At the end of day, Miss Rose could never dream of raising her fist against her dear sister unless her own bodily harm or life were in danger. More than that, even if she were able to muster up the strength to combat her sister, there was a sincere doubt within her mind that further aggressive could break that desire. Once a tenacious force like Ashlei's resolve is made, it's extremely difficult to stop it unless you are willing to battle to the very bitter finale.

So, to that end, nothing but a dumbfounded expression crept across Rose's face for a few moments when her siblings started speaking of the business that she needed to tend to. For through The Primera's deduction, there was no clearly no stopping her anymore. Thus, watching her sister walk further and further away from her, that look of disbelief soon transitioned into a look of grief. There was nothing to be gained from this quest, but Ashlei was still hellbent on venturing down this path of self-destruction. Seeking this woman out, the one Rose tried so valiantly to shield her sister from, was a fatal error that she couldn't stop. It is why The Arrancess was shown having a teardrop drop down her cheek. There was nothing but pain, anguish and ultimately death for all parties involved within this matter. No matter what the result was, something terrible was going to happen and there was just...nothing Rose could do to stop it. The one person in this entire world that she staked her entire life, the one person she gave her most undefying love and affection towards was now walking into the abyss and signing herself to a fate of tragedy without even so much as hearing out these words of caution, concern and agony over trying to protect her from this entity that would bring suffering and torment back into her life.

Sensing the vibrations of the mechanical beast known as Project Chaos make his movements beneath the Earth below them, this plan was accelerating in its motion towards completing the circle of misery to be prosperously inflicted on The Hollow Queen. During that flash of power, the eyes of The Primera Espada started to darken and become more sullen thoughts of desolation. Moving very quietly, there would not be a major fuss over making room for this colossal creature. In a few short movements, akin to The Mischevang's infamous speed, she'd be a few feet away from the Demon Empress during the moments that this wicked witch was uttering her retic to her sister. There was a sound of thanks given to her, yet to where things have heightened to with the intensity of this confrontation, everything was slowly turning to a decayed and dull gray color for Rose. All excess noise became distorted and all became all but distorted to her in this time and the primary focus was fixated on her sister.

"There is nothing to stop you, is there? Not my request? Not The Queen's Plea? Heh, fair enough. If these actions or words cannot get through to your skull, then there is nothing more I can do than allow you to do as you please. After all, you are the Ruler of Hollow's and the head of this family. In spite of that everlasting fact, that won't change how I feel about this or the pain you've further inflicted on me. I gave everything up to change myself to see you again, I put my life on the line to shield you from these horror and yet....you so callously toss these merits to the side as if they were nothing more than weightless words? I'm sorry, but I cannot accept that. I put my heart and soul into trying to save my eldest sister I loved so much...and to watch you willingly throw your life away for this vile creature....for this soulless beast....." Pausing for a moment, Rose clenched her fist together as she started trembling once again. There was tension brewing within her; The Primera was doing her best to hold back any sort of sobbing, but it was obvious to anyone she was suppressing her sorrow by the way her voice slowly started to crack at the seams.

"...I won't be apart of it. I won't watch you give up your spirit to this...insane thirst you have for this woman. I can't read your mind, nor can I peer into your heart after you've blocked that sacred gem from my viewing altogether; but I can tell you face to face that woman's nature will lead you to death. It's why this is so hard for me....it's breaking me apart here....and there is nothing I can do to stop it. You've even forsaken our family name for that abomination. Are you even...my sister anymore? I ask myself that question as I stare into your eyes and I'm failing to see that person who I gave my love to."

Voice toning down, there was a very hushed sensation to the way the Arrancar spoke as she started to choke up further until it was clear she was in pain from this decision. Tearing beginning to stream down her face, this sickening feeling traveled up her spine and into her throat; breathing very heavily as she was at a war with herself between feelings of shame for letting off with her cries once more; yet being unable to seal away this torment at the same time and ultimately feeling powerless to stop her sister from throwing everything she built away. It's why, in one swift motion, she'd turn her back to Ashlei before making a black garganta that lead directly into the darkness of Rose's dimly lit laboratory.

"I still love you, and I still serve you, but I can't deal with this.....I'm going to excuse myself from this lunacy while I still have my sanity. I wish you the best on this quest, and if you see it fit to blissfully kill yourself over such bullshit, I wish you a painless death and I'll mourn your loss greatly, sister. For now, I need to just...go...." Whimpering silently while the stream of endless tears fell across her face, the Primera Espada was seen falling to the void within a flash and disappearing all too far to get away from this madness.

Shattering into a million pieces, if one were to peer into Rose's soul now, the remnants of her heard were scattered in every which direction but right. Of course this was going to be a challenging day, yes Rose perceived that there would be intense emotions shed over the return of her sister; but now she sees it was all futile, ineffective and ultimately pointless. The will of her sister was too distorted, delusional and morphed into an aberration to stop. To this degree, the sense of Rose's world was ultimately broken and her place in the world was now...greatly questioned. Just what was left in this existence anymore? Thats just Rose asked before silently creeping into her sphere of woe; coming to regret after leaving that virtual realm she had departed from for this sorrow she was now consumed by.

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