At the Beat of Your Heart [Rose]

Thu Jan 30, 2014 7:21 pm

805 words

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Tag Rose

The city. It wasn't exactly what she would call a symbol or pinnacle of beauty. But even glamour aside, the area did have its own unique appeal. There were also rumors that the city was quite dangerous. But Pamela had never been one to be fearful. Not because she doubted her powers, but rather because she had never had an encounter that pushed those feelings on her. She had entered the city earlier that day. From the get go she had gotten quite a number of interesting looks. Most were directed at her top; specially around the area of her breasts. It was natural but... that much? Nevertheless she decided to avoid the thoughts and the looks.

Though she imagined the Arrancar population was predominantly male, she never quite expected it to be so one-sided. It was a rare sight to see another girl. As she kept on strolling through the side, she was reminded that she had no real motive in visiting the city for another reason other than to explore. She had no recent duties and she was yet to venture into the city. Regardless of the experience, she would at least be able to say she took her chances. And she did.

Her outfit was as usual. Dark gloves, one covering her hollow hole, and dark green boots matched perfectly with her small green shorts. In a similar fashion she sported an open top that doubled as a hoodie. Though it did a fair job of covering a good portion of her horns save for the protruding section, it left her breasts quite exposed. That was not news however. The design was carefully chosen because it left it all open. It was not to attract attention however. Though she definitely did not mind it, her style of combat required freedom, and clothing did not seem to help. Since being naked was not the wisest choice, she always wore the clothing that, while still clothed, granted her the greatest degree of freedom and movement. It was a taste in clothing which, although rare and unorthodox, she was not willing to change.

Coming up to an specially shady area of the city, she noticed an increasingly number of eyes trailing her figure as she walked on. A good number of hollows, about three, began to walk just a few meters behind her. She simply disregarded the events as something natural until she had been walking for quite a while. Though she altered the speed of travel accordingly, the group of hollow just kept on trailing her. She wasn't quiet scared or worried, but she was starting to get a bit uneasy. It looked like, to her, as if the group of hollows, unlike her, were actually quite adapted and knowledgeable of the city and its shortcuts. Specially since they would pause their steady pursue just before she accidentally stumbled on a route without a way out.

After what seemed like nearly half an hour walking she found herself facing a dark alley with no way out. Turning around in an attempt to exit the way she came and head elsewhere, she found her way clogged by the Hollows that trailed her. The shadows made it somewhat difficult to discern the nature of their expressions. However, Pamela was very easy going and did not really gauge well the situation she was in. "I'm sorry. You are blocking the way. If you want to play we can go to a more open area." Her words were embedded with smiles and even short signs of laughter. She really did not know what was going on. Save for those in her distant past, and those who went through the trouble of showing their true colors, Pamela was a very kind and gullible person. On a first-meeting basis, it would be nearly impossible for her to think ill of someone unless she had been shown otherwise. And by that point it was usually too late.

Pamela seemed to be stronger than at least one of the three hollows. She was just above in levels of strength than the second, but weaker than third. A battle against all three at once would not go well for her. However, the thought of battle was momentary as she could only imagine they wanted to play with her. A game of tag, or maybe even hide and seek. But they should have probably given her some room. They were definitely acting weird.

To augment her confusion, neither of the hollows spoke. Instead they began to approach her, the strongest one ahead, as the other two trailed behind him at a steady pace. "Guys?" she asked a bit clueless about the situation. In return, the replies only involved some mild grunting and barely audible laughter as the shadowy figures closed in on her.

Sat Feb 01, 2014 4:06 am

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Artist: Mintjam (Accel World)- Song: 炎の契約 - Word Count: 2005

All was quiet throughout the city of hollow's. Most of it's population lay neatly tucked away in their warm abodes, while others left out to face the elements dealt with the harsh coldness and silence of Thanatos Centro. It was rather odd, wasn't it? A group once noted for their vicious brutality, fierce combat and murderous rampages were able to somehow coexist, work together and formulate a community like this. To set forth the laws, organizations and structure needed to support a habitat such as this metropolis was rather impressive for a race of beings who simply thrived off the dust runes of the white sand within Hueco Mundo. So as the everlasting night of the Hollow City progressed further, it seemed that more creatures were beginning to bump around within it's shadow's. After all, with the results of the Australian War on Earth, many of it's citizens were beginning to get uneasy at the possible threat of war expanding into their terrority.

And for one individual? This realization was more true than any other within it's capital. In the aftermath of that war, there were many things that were spiraling around within the mind of Rose Mischevang; The Primera Espada of the Shadow Espada which resides within the echelons of Shadow Fall. Resting upon a building which appeared to tower over a blackened alleyway, one of the most revered residents of Hueco Mundo called this her spot for the night. Standing at roughly four foot nine, this munchkin didn't appear to be all that menacing from a first glance. Thus, the scarlet haired girl sat somberly on the ledge of this structure; her hair mended into pigtails that were fastened together with black ribbons and all of them were blowing ever-so gently within the calming breeze of the area. Opening her eyes to the dull world around her, there crimson hue matched and synchronized immensely with the attire in which her body adorned.

Wearing a striped shirt with a black and red vertical pattern, her upper clothing would be the primary colors of the outfit that the Espada wore. Taking a look at her waist, an oversized, coal shaded belt that seemed to have studs around it was seen wrapped tightly around her midriff; mending in together with a pair of cuffed, onyx colored jean shorts that were cut off at the upper thigh. From her lower flank, nothing but a raven hued piece of thigh high socks were worn together with brunet and maroon shaded canvas shoes. Tapping the right side of the blood flushed neural-link around her neck, The Female Arrancar was reminded of her status in this world, as in a grunge-styled font the words: "Primera Espada: Rose Mischevang" were embedded on to the collar device to represent the Royal Hollow's rank. And with this esteemed position came a cluster of many nasty memories to go alongside this social standing in a hive of bloodthirsty creatures.

A vast chunk of her recent recollections over the past few months following the fallout of Australia were nothing but....void and hollow. Although she recalled the fondness of the Suzu Zumizimu's gentle goal of uniting hollow-kind under one government following the disappearance of Ashlei Mischevang, The Queen of Hollow's; those plans were soon torn to sunder when her dramatic return was established not too long ago in Hueco Mundo. Why was that, you may ask? In the months that lead up to this union of Arrancar's and their allies thrusting forward to bond their chaotic kind with Vizards or any other similar creature with hollow blood, the likes of Rose Mischevang was severely detached from the world, her family and even herself when her eldest and most cherished sister, The Cero Espada, was presumed dead. During the months that followed the dreadful rumor of her fabled sisters demise, there was a miserable abjection that overcame The Heart of The Primera.

This desolation of the soul came crashing down within her soul when her viewpoint of the world was questioned. Had it been a waste of time to free herself from the prison of The Arrancar's own reclusive and isolated mind? Although Miss Ashlei spoke such beautiful, kind and gentle words; there was a sense of overwhelming...mistrust behind them. As if she were paid to say such thing, leading Rose on and simply playing her for a fool as she went off on another miserable quest to find that vile creature who dubbed herself "The Memory Rosary Of Despair". Had her sister not listen to a single ounce of caution, concern or outburst The Primera shouted out to her? This was the woman who caused her such pain, immense agony and suffering over the past few years.

Yet, as soon as she returns from the clutches of death itself, the crazed sibling decides to seek this person, of all people, out so swiftly? It was a betrayal of her feelings and actions that transpired in Australia. Remembering the warmth she felt fighting alongside Nozomi and Dr.Hebi on that fiery battlefield, The Arrancar would remember all too well the battle they engaged in fighting against the foul beast. And for Rose....it was for the sake of her own sisters protection, safety and good. And so, as it stands now, just what was the point of all that action if it were so carelessly tossed to the side in pursuit of this beast? It left a feeling of immense doubt, regret and total bewilderment inside of the depths of Rose's spirit.

Nonetheless, in spite of how far this wealth of despondency spiraled downward, there wouldn't be much time to dwell in these downhearted sensations of the consciousness that is Rose Mischevang. Instead, sounds of crunching, rustling and releasings of spiritual pressure flooded the senses of The Primera's body. Coming to life in a spark, The Arrancar swiftly came to an upright position in order to analyze the situation taking place before her feet. Gauging their collective energies within the time span of two blinks of an eye, The Cybernetic Brain that lay vested inside of The Royal Hollow's brain swiftly estimated that these beings were ultimately not a threat to her well being. However, judging from their disposition with sheer street smarts, it was obvious that these creatures were getting ready to have their fill on the blissfully ignorant woman beneath her.

Taking a few moments to think a possible course of action over, The Mischevang decided that maybe it would be best to knock a few punks out; if only to shake her mind of these nasty beings. There wasn't a strong heroic sense in her being at the moment, not in the least. However, from her collected thoughts, ignoring such a travesty taking place in front of her eyes was one that, in her current state of mind, The Primera genuinely did not feel like turning the other eye to. While it may true that this centuries old hollow is accustomed to the kill or be killed mentality that it takes to sustain one's life in the ruins of Hueco Mundo, there was a more civilized function of her brain that felt such distaste for picking such an easy target like this. Perhaps there was a sense of commardity in the fact that their kind should be more united from the soft spoken words of Suzu still whispering sweet nothings into her mind, but there was a definite urge to allow this weakened creature another chance to thrive and to see the dawn of another day.

Therefore, without any further hesitation, the mind of Rose Mischevang had finally came to a resolution. The choice of action from this point forward was going to be geared towards rescuing this girl from her unsettling predicatiment. Thusly, in a matter of seconds, she utilized her first-rate soindo in order to get within a position between the aggressors and the coral haired hollow. From there, The Primera harnessed her masterful strength in order to deliver a series of blows to the targets she had now acquired. Moving in flashes, these would-be fighters had a strong chance of being overwhelmed from the well trained movements of The Espada.

To the fellow in the middle? He'd receive a heavy headbutt strike to the throat in order to blacken him out and send him hurling a city block away into another dead-end alleyway; hopefully resting within a dumpster that was inside of it's walls. Locking on to the individual to her right? A quick strike to the jaw from her palm would be more than enough to heavily crush every bone in his body with the gap in strength between the two; thus leaving a strong possibility of him fainting from the pain. Finally, to the individual to her left? He'd receive a similar version of that palm strike his fellow buddy had endured and he'd hopefully endure the same injuries as his comrade. If they were somehow able to get up following these precise impact hits, Rose was more than ready to end their lives if they need be. As to oppose the will of the Primera Espada, in this combative state of mind, only lead to death or submission. This was the viewpoint the Arrancar held while doing combat against her fellow hollow kin and the one which allowed her to climb to the rank of Primera to begin with.

If all went according to plan, these bozo's would be nothing more than beaten husk of individuals cemented into the concrete of the darkened city. So, with this weak opposition hopefully tended to for the moment being, she'd slowly begin to raise her head upwards to meet eye to eye with the eroticly dressed Arrancar. Bating a questionable eyebrow, Rose pondered to herself why such a suggestive and ribald woman would daintily prance around a dangerous city like this without a single care or ounce of awareness to her surroundings. On other hand, in this day and age? There wasn't a shortage of people, creatures or beings that held such blurred psyches. Most people and hollow's alike that the Primera had encountered seemed like that had one too many blows to the head; speaking, acting and presenting themselves as if they were out on the range as an inebriated cowboy in the days of the old wild west. That's the sort of mentality a large dealing of folk had in the modern era and one that made Rose shake her head to this disgrace.

"Lady, look here, you are an Arrancar, correct? Are you not aware of how this world operates? I'm honestly curious as to if you were truly under the assumption that those thugs were going to simply allow you to leave this alleyway as if nothing had happened. You cannot be so blissfully ignorant to the world to not see that those individuals would have more than butchered you. I can not begin to fathom how you were so ignorant as to the dire circumstances you had placed yourself in due to the carelessness of your actions. You should freshen up, stiffen up and take a hard look into the world you are now in: because it certainly isn't a kind of well-nurturing one."

Now having stated those words out in the open for the coarse hollow to digest, The Primera would fold her arms and observe the reactions of the raunchy woman. From this point onward, The Mischevang be judging the first impressions of the Arrancar based upon the response in which she gave the Espada. Was she going to have anything worthwhile to counteract this feedback that The Reagle Hollow gave her? Or was she just another mindless drone too naive to see the truth of things? These questions and more would be answered soon enough as the sands of time would move forward with this encounter of the two hollow's; For time was the only thing in this world that held the answers to all inquires to the universe.

Tue Feb 04, 2014 7:17 pm

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Tags: Rose

She liked to play. However, for the most part, it was better if the other players talked to her. Though grunts and weird smiles could have been seen as a form of communication, it was hardly doing it for her. She was about to step forward and perhaps shake one of them. Greet them and hug them perhaps. However. Before she could fully motion one of her feet forward, she caught wind of yet another presence. It was surreal. The spiritual pressure was unlike any she had felt before. It was heavy. Not only did it make it difficult to walk at first, but even breathing had become a chore. It was just after a few seconds of adapting to the situation that she could notice her breathing rhythm go back to a more normal pace.

The looks and the power of the Arrancar did not match up though. It was obvious she was extremely strong, but yet she was so tiny. It was difficult to believe that so much power came from such a tiny body. Without saying a word or moving a muscle, she simply tilted her head to get a better look of the girl as she approached. "Oh! Another player, yay!" she said nearly shouting. Within, a gasping sound triggered something within her. Though her expression remained unchanged, it was almost as if someone else was inside Pamela sharing a body. Someone else. Someone different. With the faintest of smiles, noticeable to no one but Pamela herself, she simply looked on as the girl approached the hollows. Forcing her eyes some she tried to read the words printed on the clothing. Primera Espada she thought to herself with a distinctively different tone unlike her own. From the deep and mysterious nadirs from which the strange thought had spawned, it was as if the smile from earlier was forced onto her expression from within. It was not Pamela's doing however. It was something else. For the time being however, Pamela, and no one else, was in control. She had the power. For now.

As she watched the Espada engage in battle it was as if Pamela was drawn into an alternative state of awareness. It was as if time itself had dilated and slowed to allow her to take in every detail. Then there was also a form of inner struggle. Pamela didn't like what was going on. They were there to play with her right? And so was the young Espada so why was she beating them? There was more. Another entity within Pamela seemed to become anxious after every hit. It seemed to love the look of the blood. Love the way the bodies caved under the force of the blows. The other entity seemed to be acquainted with combat and suffering. It longed for it. Trying to rid herself of her inner conflict she brought her hands to the sides of her head and holding on with quite a degree of force closed her eyes to avoid screaming. By the time she opened her eyes it was all gone. The hollows. The voice in her head. The pain. The entity. There was but an eerie reminder of the sinister side of her that would likely show up unexpectedly at any time.

Eyes still closed she skipped towards the young little girl, clapping happily as she did, "You are so cute! You want to play too?" she asked as she innocently tried to place her hands gently over the smaller lady. Just moments after she was met by the little lady's words which were strikingly contrasting to hers both in their meaning and in the tone of voice in which they were delivered. Smiling, though partly to herself, she knew exactly what was going on. Pamela wasn't stupid. Sure, she acted stupid. But she was not.

She was wise enough to know and have a good idea of the nature of the world. She had lived through its worst, and she had been the worst before she became what she was today. It was in part because of this that she had forced a silly, nearly naive attitude to everyone she met, and give most people the benefit of the doubt.

"I know," she said with a voice that was clearly not the one fit for someone of her personality or her looks. The tone of voice was not rude or ill-willed in any way. However, the tone of voice was more indicative of a very old and hardened combatant, or a psychotic maniac, or perhaps, a bit of both. "Yea," she said as her voice had finally returned to her normal higher pitched and joyful tone. It was unclear whether Pamela had been aware of the earlier change of her voice. In fact, lately, it seemed that she had become beseeched a lot more by her sinister side. It was not something she ever worried about before. However, the more time went by, the closer the other entity got to her and the deeper the voice pierced. She was barely aware of it, but tried not to think about it. She had but a dismal idea of what would happen when the day came and her other self tried to overtake her. Only one of them would survive. The true personality. However, having lived two very different lives it was difficult to know who was the true and real Pamela. And honestly, part of her didn't want to find out, but she was certain, that sooner or later, she would.

"I know what they were up to... I tried to give them a chance. They probably didn't deserve it, but it is my duty to try to empower others to see beyond their capabilities." Smiling to herself, she knew the next set of words were dangerous, but she feared nothing. They were well-meant, and she was sure the Espada would understand. "Thank you for intervening. I would like, if permitted, to empower you with my vision. Please, empower me with yours."

It was quick. It was direct. It was forward. But it had been her, Pamela, who had said it, and not the one from within. She was not stupid. She knew all along who the little lady was. If Pamela was lucky enough to be taken under the wing of the Primera Espada, there was a chance she would become strong enough to overpower her sinister side. It would give her a chance to, with her own ideals, and the teachings of the Espada, help to create a future for herself and others were they could be able to coexist.

However, if she had not been as forward as she had been, things would not have gone as smoothly. Her sinister side would not have allowed Rose to leave without inquiring about the same matter. Even if Rose had said no, Pamela's inner monster would have pushed her to seek another helping hand. With the insatiable spirit and lust for blood of Pamela's inner personality. The personality that reflected ever stronger once she released...it would soon come out. With he eagerness to battle, improve and move on, if her inner demon was allowed to take hold, it would soon grow to indescribable lengths and throw the world into turmoil. Even if it made Pamela look like a fool, she would try to seek solace under the Primera Espada's wings. For Pamela's own sake, for her existence, and the well being of others.

Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:40 pm

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Artist: Maria - Song: Maria - Word Count: 2052

The mooks weren't getting up. That was the first thought that Rose had in her mind after finishing up with some of the second-rate hoodlums who dared called themselves to attack this lone hollow girl. It would almost be laughable if it weren't all to common. A group of thugs corning a vixen in a black alley. Her life thrown into their hands -- and then, the subduer, Rose Mischevang comes in and sets the dismantle in distress free. In a different perspective, The Primera could be noted as a kind hearted spirit past her gruff exterior, but she just considered herself as another entity in this plane of existence fighting to stay alive and keep her sanity. For, undoubtedly, those goons that she dealt with were the all too typical spirits in this realm of the dead that seeked to cause mayhem, pain and hardship to others in the world. As if their sole purpose in this life were to suck the very life and stability out of all those they encountered. Yes, it was a harsh reality of Hueco Mundo, nay, a fact of life that Rose had learned to endure over the years. So as The Espada cracked her fist after that brief work out, she'd adjust her senses to key in on the reactions of her -- special guest.

After coming back into reality with what Pamela had to say, perhaps this encounter was going to take a turn for the worse. Indeed, that was one of the first thoughts that the Royal Mischevang had after watching some of the observations of the scantily dressed hollow. There was a cock of an eyebrow when the starry-eyed Arrancar cheered at the Primera Espada being nothing more than an additional player. In fact, for a brief moment, a twitch of irritation crossed her face when the words "cute" were uttered out of Pamela's mouth. Sucking her teeth in response due of her irritable state, Rose made a few steps away from the overly friendly woman.

After having just met for a few moments, The Primera wasn't too keen on having this person get all touchy-feely on her from just exchanging a few words. And given her own disturbed mental state from the previous few months, Rose wasn't even sure if there was another spirit in this world that could touch her in those ways. So, for a brief time, a small wince of the eye from that painful thought could be seen in Rose's face. It sent shivers down the woman's spine after thinking about the voidness within her own self at the moment.

"Don't...touch me like that." Those would be the first series of somewhat timid words that exited from her mouth, before she rediscovered her nerve and seemed to attempt to harden her gaze a bit. After spending countless years in solitude throughout her years, the solace of anothers touch was simply -- shocking. It surprised her that someone would want to hold The Espada in that way outside of the malice associated with combat. Being that it took a strong spirit and mind to endure Hueco Mundo's murky depths, she wasn't a stranger to taking a beating or two. However, accepting another's compassion or kindness was a much harder endeavour for The Mischevang to endure. The only exception she had up until this point were the likes of the Hollow Queen, and her beloved sister, Ashlei Clixx. And after that -- witch -- turned her back on the family for that Rosary Reject; Rose would rather have nothing to do with intimate touch at this point.

Although, these thoughts would be brushed aside in light of the sudden change in demeanor with Pamela. Hearing the change in voice within the woman, maybe The Primera was too quick to judge a book by it's cover. With her mind whirring in a million different directions to deduce what had just occurred, Rose came to the theory that the girl more than likely either had some form of a multi-personality disorder or, more realistically, had some sort of facade to her persona. In this day and age, though, there were so many forms of deception that it was always best , as a general rule of thumb, to expect the unexpected. So, a more guarded expression and change in body language came across the Espada when sensing that sudden shift. Through the clenching of her fist, brief spark in spiritual energy coming to the surface and mind still in the zone of combat; Rose was ready, willing and able to strike down any sort of hostile movement if one wrong move was made by the woman.

Yet, in the form of a laugh, this soon dissipated as Rose eased her muscles, but was ready to pull the trigger at any moment once she saw the transition back to the woman's jovial self. Following that morph in persona, The Primera Espada let out a hard sigh as she felt herself growing weary, tired and exhausted from wrecking her mind over all the place. As it stood now? The woman honestly just didn't know where to trust her heart, thoughts or instincts and it caused such rash decisions to be made recently. So, as she shook her head to get a grip on herself, she'd listen in to the words that the fellow Arrancar started to speak out to the Lone Mischevang.

While Pamela was making her intentions known to The Crimson Hollow, Rose simply thought it was a fools errand to so blindly put your faith into spirits like that. It's obvious to her that world around them was nothing more than a loathsome one. It caused her to briefly question if the plan that Suzu Zumizimu had in store to form some sort of diplomatic government in Hueco Mundo to begin with. Was she just latching her whimsical ambitions on to the blind faith that perhaps there could be a worthwhile change? Could a change to morph herself, mend her personality and see if there really is something more outside of the warmth of her sisters gras exist? Yes, that had been it. Was there a great enough change out to show Rose that there was a place outside the abysmal delusions of her virtual world that she had lived in for so long? Perhaps, through this self reflection, she was projecting her own jaded experiences on the world around her. But, in spite of that, she had yet to be proven wrong in these theories thinking back to the accumulative years of let downs, hardships, sorrow and the breaking of the slither of trust she once had at the hands of her own kin.

So, upon concluding this introspection of herself, Rose would snap out of her mind and go on to meet Pamela's eyes. Letting out a somewhat agitated sigh, she'd exhale some of the tension within herself to regain a sense of balanced nature to ease her mind and deal with the conversation at hand. There were a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts, questions and conflict raining down on Rose's soul like a torrent to wind; but -- it couldn't get the best of her. She had fought hard enough to reach this far in her recovery, so maybe there was something left seeing in this world before giving in the final towel.

"Don't you understand that it's a death sentence in Hueco Mundo to so carelessly place your trust into others like that? Empowering the spirits of these people is a fools errand at best. Going about life like that will result in you ending up with your head lopped off, body hang to dry and food for another at suppers end. It really isn't a matter of what they deserved or not, it's a principle of not entrusting your physical well-being to the twisted souls that inhabit this land." Flashing back to images of Ashlei Clixx, the parents of Rose's human life and the entire Mischevang Family; Rose could almost cry thinking back to the people she'd try to confide her own trust in. All of those times it only resulted in her world crumbling piece by piece until it all caved in like an unforgiving implosion of the heart. So -- why could this woman so haphazardly give that piece of her self to these monsters that inhabit the realm of hollow's? It made Rose's mind tick in irritation and a strange sense of envy. To be so blindly naive and have such high levels of undoubting love for the world, without the slightest bit of hesitation, was a blessing in itself in this day and age of endless strife.

And like a repeating wind, there, that nature, it was at work again. Moving past the gratitude the woman showed for Rose's rescue, there she went again so mindlessly entrusting her well being in the hands of the Primera Espada without a second thought. It left Rose with a bewildered expression. The Lone Mischevangas she felt dumbfounded that Pamela was once again so incautious of the person she was dealing with. What if The Spada had the intent to kill her? What if she wanted to manipulate and use her for a game? She was associated with Shadow Fall, after all, one of the most ruthless organizations in existence just about. So once again Rose posted this question to herself: why?

"Woman, you've not met me for more than a few minutes, and already you are placing the very safety of your life in my hands? Are you damaged in the head? What happened with you to so hastily misplace your trust in other people like that? I can't answer such a question until that quandary is resolved." Staring at her with disbelief, Rose's voice sounded rather shaky and distressed due to the fact that most of her kind were so -- malevolent. The Primera Espada certainly was no angel, but she had to do what she needed to do in her past to ensure her survival. Whereas others, others took sheer delight in causing pain in others, destroying the bonds of compassion in others and outright killing for the sake of killing. So why was she any different than the countless herds of demon's, hollows and Arrancar's she had met until this point? Was she really losing her sane mind after Australia and the pain Ashlei inflicted upon her psyche? It was one serious question that Rose posed to herself as she shook her head further in shock.

"And besides, I don't need another vision coming into my own life. The only vision that had guided me so far and has not abandoned me is my own. It would take more substance, further proof and more action to prove that judgement wrong. I'm not going to so recklessly place the peace of mind that is the vessel of my body in the hands of another. So as compassionate as you see these actions of empowering others, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that offer. The depths of my heart and soul are only mine to bare and I'll carry that burden until my body and spirit can no longer endure that hardship."

Now finished with her statements, she'd take a few steps backwards from Pamela and gauge her reactions, movements and words from this point onward with the utmost of care. But most of all, Rose felt utterly uncomfortable being near such a -- lighthearted spirit. While others found themselves afraid of being around those who wielded power, commanded authority and had the wickedest of vengeance, malice and murder flaring within their hearts; Rose was all but accustomed and unphased by such people. That was the norm of the world. People, Arrancar, Shinigami, Demon's and every other clusterfuck of a race that existed in this new world were all out to bathe each other in pain. No. In The Primera's mind? It was more baffling, deeply unnerving and more out of place to see someone who had such -- love in their hearts. Despite the harshness of this reality, there was still a sense of childish and charitable nature within the woman that seemed genuine in nature and it greatly confounded Rose's perception of the world.

Sat May 03, 2014 6:55 am

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Alright, since Pamela is no longer here with us, I'm going to take a bit of control. I'm going to say that Pam, the character, ended up losing control of her inner self and dissipated in a burst of light before fading out into the night. This will leave Rose to exit the thread now.

Sat May 03, 2014 10:28 pm

Artist: Guano Apes - Song: Never Born - Word Count: 1,800

The howls and screams of the once playful Arrancar more than haunted the mind of Rose Mischevang. It went all according to her logic, to this perception of the world that nothing so kind and gentle like that woman could sustain itself. Indeed, watching Pamela become swallowed up by the inner demons that laid within that poor soul was more than enough to prove that much to The Espada. Viewing the last of her entrails fade into the eternal night skies of Hueco Mundo showcased to the Arrancar that she shouldn't invest so much into other spirits. So it is with a heavy heart that she turned away from the scene at large and turned her attention towards the increasingly blackened future that was hurtling towards her at an absurd speed. All Rose Mischevang could see from this world was nothing but sorrow, anguish and death; causing her eyes to become briefly blackened in the process as he body felt shivers, chills and quivers shoot up her spine when coming to terms with this viewpoint in the world.

However, this moment wouldn't last too long. Nothing in life this quiet and peaceful ever does. Nay, stemming from the hostile actions Rose dealt those thugs earlier their friends were more than willing to pick up their beaten tab. Fury filled their hearts for watching their comrades sprawled out on the floor by a mere runt of a girl. Therefore, Rose's APS Sensors were able to begin picking up the pulsations of a dozen auras filled with aggressive intent heading towards her way. Taking a soft sigh, as she saw these figures coming through the shadow's, imagery of her life in Hueco Mundo flashed before her eyes. Imagery of the hardened warrior she was started replaying in her mind. A scowl from the face of a girl who knew no compassion, sought out no warmth of another and yearned for the sanctuary found in her mind. Yes, that girl was whispering out to come to the surface once more as the cold whisp of this reality cusped Rose's mind, body and soul.

The shouting of the men grew increasingly irrelevant as Rose's vision soon turned to red. The burning sensation of fire had swept her body, but it did not hurt her. Instead, it bathed her and breed life into her. In a burst of silver and scarlet, The Mischevang let go of it all. Moving in and out like a mist, she ripped the heart out of the first individual to approach her. Crushing that sole organ connected to life caused The Espada's own heart to shatter. As the blood oozed and washed down upon the lady's petite frame, she shivered at it's coolness and felt herself go further. Hearing no need for their yells, The Crimson Haired Arrancar disposed of the next target by decapitating his head with a precise kick that vibrated enough of her reiatsu to give him a clean shot into oblivion.

Stunned by this display of power, in spite of the fact they were going up against the Primera Espada of Shadow Fall, the men were in disbelief. Yet, the youngest in the pack would not be detoured by such actions. While some began to fall back, he more than took advantage of the brief pause Rose gave and shot to blast her to pieces with a cero on par with a Grand Ray. It lit the skies of the dimly illuminated city block and sent the other men, bodies and dust scattering in the wind. Cackling to himself, he figured that the female was all but vaporized -- but she wouldn't eradicated from the Earth so easily. With a dead look in the maiden's eye, she let out a sigh and stared at the smoke and burns seeping from her body as she shook her head at such futile actions. It hurt, yeah, but nothing compared to what she was feeling inside.

Therefore, she'd make this point clear and slowly walk towards the male before dissipating. To be repay him for his efforts, the female ripped apart his right hand as more blood spewed throughout the area after the ash settled. This caused the man to scream bloody hell, but Rose quickly shut it by ramming his hand down the male's throat; causing him to choke on his yells. Sparing him not a moment of agony, The Mischevang than motioned for herself to tear apart the poor soul's left hand and broke his middle and index fingers. Disposing of the hand by ramming it through his intestines that dropped on to the cold earth before them, Rose's mouth exhaled a white steam before she rammed each of his fingers through is eyes; making the lad experience the fear of blackness all around as his vision turned to sunder.

Shoken up by the severity of Rose's actions, the remaining assailants all started running as they were clearly getting in way too over their heads. However -- The Mischevang still needed to let off steam. So counting up roughly nine of the smug thugs remaining, Rose let the runt of the litter fall to the Earth and bled out in his own darkness; while her own sights were locked on the scum taking up such cowardice in their actions and fleeing the scene. Gritting her teeth with a strain placed on her body, Rose felt surges within her persona that reminded her of the ruthless Arrancar that she once was. As she covered the area in blood, the imagery became further intensified as the snarling of a beast echoed all throughout The Primera's head and guided her down this path. It was howling, moaning and groaning for her to reach into the past and pull this monster from the closet to once again walk the earth.

So, in turn, she'd begin sending streaking rays of light of her spiritual aura.This force yearned to consume the men whole and never let them go despite their struggles to escape it's warm grasp. From there, upon the command of The Arrancar of Origins, she'd modified and alter the temperature around those accursed brutes. Teeth clattering, skin turning pale and body shaking; Rose pulled the trigger and increased the heat around the males to unsurvivable temperatures. At the cost of a bit of energy being sacrificed, the temperature in these vortexes of energy soon reached ten thousand degrees fahrenheit and turned them to a charred mess. It melted out their skin; releasing ungodly cries into the night sky as they smelled and felt their very body turning to ashes and fire before plummeting back to earth nothing more than a roasted corpse for their own kind to devour whole.

When all had been rendered silent, a deep breath would inhale and exhale from the pint-sized Arrancar's mouth. This was acknowledging the murders were complete and the slaughter was over. The blood from her enemies and the fire in her soul would be the crux towards descending into the shadow's of the past. In the form of a strong gust blowing throughout the area, the emergence of a white circle came below Rose's feet. Closing her eyes, the miniature Espada's body would begin to grow in height. Morphing from a measly height of four foot eleven to five foot one, the first of many alterations to herself were beginning. Hair becoming shoulder length, there was a noticeable growth there as well.

Yes, even the dear girl's facial structure seem to harden and mature from that a child to a teenaged form. And with the passing of another wind, the attire of Rose's clothing change to a short dress that was silver in color and tied together with a rope around her waist. The sounds of shackles than echoed in the air, the formation of a golden necklace then coming into view and the creation of two silver bracelets upon the Mischevang's wrist and ankles. It is through all this, the sands of time had regressed for Rose and she was in the form prior to her cryogenics state and self-imposed isolation into the virtual realm. With the completion of this metamorphosis, The Mischevang's shifter body was complete. Reaching back into the foremost memories of her mind, Rose's Origin Code successfully restored her to this infamous state of being.

All that was left at this point was to become adjusted to it. Cracking her neck, popping bones and fluctuating her spiritual energy; it was almost like getting accommodated within a new suit. Through tightening her fist, she'd slam it promptly into a building and watch four city blocks turn to nothing more than rubble. Plumes of ash rose into the city landscape; causing Rose to have yet another sigh exit those lush lips of hers. It felt -- perplexing -- to be back into this form. Yet, it felt very natural and right to progress steps forward into adulthood. Taking a soft sigh, the form in which Rose took during her rise to power had came once more and those even in the streets around her were all but stunned, confused and on guard that the terror of The Mischevang was making her full return.

Now, the tapping sound of barefeet hitting the concrete all but echoed throughout the range. There was nothing more for her to do here. The sleeper within being awakened, the Primera Espada saw fit to return to her base of operations within the depths of Hueco Mundo. Hearing reports of all sorts of misguided events within the depths of Hueco Mundo, perhaps with this return of elder self would so induce the revival of her cut-throat tactics to establish Mischevang dominance in this realm. For the moment, however, she'd go to work soon enough on making herself stronger, vesting her wealth of knowledge into ramping up the security measures of The Espada and have the goal of repairing and seeking out capable Arrancar for this cause.

In this way, Rose understood that the only way to make her course through this damned world would be to chart her own course. People would be kept a distance, order would be enforced more and the brunt of her pains were going to be lessened through work. As by keeping busy, having a purpose and setting forth a goal -- perhaps this whole mess could be put behind her and the idiotic decisions of her sister and so many others around her could be turned into a blurred memory. Whatever the case may be that comes from this, Rose was seen taking off into the skies and heading off into the abyss of her laboratory to develop her work and go deeper into the rabbit's hole that was her life.

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