Digging for worms
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Digging for worms
Sat May 24, 2014 11:08 pm
The sands of Hueco Mundo's vast desert pelted and battered anything standing from the aftermath of the terrible destruction that besieged the realm naught but a month ago. Las Noches itself took most of the destruction but the aftermath effected much more then the citadels hallowed walls. The blasts shockwave itself killed many lesser hollow wiping them clear out of existence, those who survived felt the aftermath in many different ways. One such hollow, a creature a man a fiend just a few of the things he has been referred to has survived. He was known as simply Galice a traveling hollow anything but average. Many even mistaken him for an arrancar do to his small size and humanoid bipedal stature. Only up close does it become clear as to what or who he is.
Galice shuffled along through the desert with labored steps and a long cloak covering his head and body. It seemed as if he had been traveling for weeks each step requiring more effort then the last. Something was wrong no arrancar ever seemed tire from traveling long distances. This one was weakening as if his very form was sapping away his very strength. The traveler constantly searched the distance as if looking for something. This seemed folly as the area was long wiped clean of life and there were few hollow to find. The traveler swayed a bit and dropped down to it's arm and knee. The arm that was exposed was jet black like a hollows containing three fingers but it looked as if the arm was badly decomposed. What was wrong with this hollow?
Galice shuffled along through the desert with labored steps and a long cloak covering his head and body. It seemed as if he had been traveling for weeks each step requiring more effort then the last. Something was wrong no arrancar ever seemed tire from traveling long distances. This one was weakening as if his very form was sapping away his very strength. The traveler constantly searched the distance as if looking for something. This seemed folly as the area was long wiped clean of life and there were few hollow to find. The traveler swayed a bit and dropped down to it's arm and knee. The arm that was exposed was jet black like a hollows containing three fingers but it looked as if the arm was badly decomposed. What was wrong with this hollow?
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Re: Digging for worms
Sun May 25, 2014 12:12 am
Such splendid sight this is. Looking at the home of hollows, covered in sand and crawling with numbers of them was something that the nature had created. Demons hardly ventured here unless they have business to do or had the spare time to waste in their trip into going here. The screams of chaos and death was common to be heard in this place, souls that were never in peace was eaten and turned into lesser hollows, slowly evolving to Menos, then adjuchas. When it comes to analyzing the world of spiritual beings and corrupted souls, Hueco Mundo was one of the hotspots to catch one and bring it into an experiment of its lost soul, the hole that every hollows and arrancar has after they went through a process of hollowfication. The nature of these things are simply unknown, even for someone with a large knowledge, the souls of inner hollows, Arrancar and such are something that we don't really know, whether they are naturally created or through an artificial process, such as Nirvana that gives beings like Davana Demons, a life. To get a better detail out of these mysteries, a more intelligent hollow would be much appreciated, something that is easier to control of when it goes berserk or evolves to something, bigger and stronger.
Silvia Asthavon was one of the curious ones of such mysteries, even if a great knowledge about the aspects and concepts of the universe, she doesn't have an absolute intelligence over such things, and in order to gain them, she has to get an experimental subject that is willing to be her pet, a slave, an experiment for her to understand the life and soul of a hollow, an arrancar. Silvia dresses in a rather, revealing manner, only dressing in a set of bikini, a black jacket only to cover her upper body, while only covering what's so little on her lower part, by wearing an oversized jacket. Her hand lifted between her eyes, adjusting the degree of her glasses where her neon green eyes fixed itself on sight, before dropping her hand down, armed seemingly with a pair of claws that is sharp enough to inflict a wound on someone's flesh if its sharp tips were to even poke you, and because of that case, she handles her subordinates and people around her very carefully wihout hurting them, since they are an 'information' that needs to be analyzed throughoutly, otherwise, datas gained may not be enough for her.
In the wake of her own mind, her walks within Hueco Mundo was nothing but a simple venturing of hollows, intelligent ones, that can understand her speech and acknowledge those around it. She needed a hollow like that, desperately. Of course, she'll grant them a wish if they agree to be her experimental underling, a power that they wish to drive for above all other hollows. During her delightful walk, the energy that she gives off is certainly weak, if one were to measure it, it was somewhere a 4 tier individual. In order to lure out hollows, she has to keep herself in a low profile, convincing hollows to come by for the sake of devouring her because of her weak essence, and there is also another reason why she kept it down. If she unleashes her usual spiritual power, not even a Menos can have the second to touch her, since her power requires an immensely high amount of energy in order to effectively wield it, she worked her way up and built her energy to a point where it turns even seated shinigamis into dusts, lieutenants to shivers and captains to sweating birds. To not kill off her good subjects for the experiment or rather, an attempt to acknowledge the life of a hollow, she surpressed her spiritual power to a weak level.
Her steps against the sands of Hueco Mundo was light, it doesn't seem to puncture the sands beneath her feet as she walked through Hueco Mundo like a graceful lady herself, eyes were brimming with curiousity and the need of more knowledge. Not before long when she found a cloaked man, its shape and appearance were like a human being, although cloaked in darkness to prevent any exposure of its skin. But she wouldn't fail to sense out a dying energy from this young man, looking at its condition to a point of kneeling down on his knees and arms to support its stance from laying its body against the rough sands. It would be affect the pride of the Asthavon family if she didn't help out one of her own people, a comrade, a subordinate from her sister's organization, Shadowfall. Even if Silvia wasn't directly involved with the organization itself, herself is indeed one of Mana's sisters. Silvia does hold an appearance almost resembling to Mana herself but not much of it. Her hand reached out to the cloaked man, her smile were sincere and didn't give away any hidden motives or evil intentions, just like a mother-like figure herself. When she spoke, her tone was like a mixture of an Australian and British accent and was as graceful as a woman, a sound that smoothes one's heart if her voice echoed through your eardrums, "Thou seemst weak. Shall i help you up, young traveller?"
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