Wish Upon A Rotting Star [Operation Scout: Shadow Fall Mission]

Thu Jul 30, 2015 3:51 pm

Associated with this mission:
https://www.platinumhearts.net/t14269-operation-scout-on-going-shadow-fall-mission#91064

THE PRIMERA ESPADA

Rose Mischevang
宇宙のコーダ

Song: Lamento - Artist: SIwasaki Taku - Words: 764

Black and white. Black -- and white. These were the colors that devoured Hueco Mundo and consumed the soul of Rose Mischevang. Times were harsh in the realms of Hueco Mundo, and in the personal life of the scarlet haired Espada -- they were even worse. With the strain placed on her sister from giving birth to the Demon Queen's daughter, there was no choice for her but to step down for awhile and let someone else take over. And, just who happened to be that someone who was crowned temporary Queen of Hueco Mundo? You guessed it: Rose Mischevang.

With the keys to the kingdom left in her hands, the stressed and weary sister filled in for her beloved sibling and started putting in the work to manage the Hollow Realm. On Ashlei's behalf The Primera Espada managed many different meetings with important figures in Hueco Mundo, managed relations between Hollow and Demon's, filled in for her spot in Shadow Fall and took her place during major discussions and otherwise kept all of the defenses of their sacred home in tact. It was a heavy burden, but it was hers to carry for the sake of her family.

Thus, as Rose sat upon a chunk of concrete from ruins of some long deceased war, she gazed into sky and looked straight the voidless heavens above her. They were as empty and null as the state of her heart and mind at this point. Without her sister to hold her, family to be there and no sign of cherished friends in sight; The Lone Primera was truly on her own. While the numbers of Shadow Fall increased to insane numbers, The Espada she commanded were dwindling and the people she could trust and rely on were all but fading fast.

Ergo, a heavy feeling of loneliness was felt in her heart and the stare of hers grew even deader. Many sleepless nights, complex thoughts and numerous hours of work were put into all of this; but where was it leading her? It was best not to think of it. Least she mull over potential suicidal thoughts in this pointless and drab existence. To suppress these emotions is why she awakened Origin Code to begin with. Memories of the time she spent sealed inside of the virtual realm came and went, and she pondered if it was time to once again hide herself in the abyss of code, technology and fantasy once again. As, more than anything else, this reality she awakened to find herself in was just -- horrid and painful.

But, alas, did she honestly have time and energy to waste mulling over these gray and melancholy thoughts? No. No she didn't. Thus, as The Royal Arrancar closed her crimson eyes, thoughts of her operation came into play and The Mischevang understood that she had to find some people sufficient enough for allies soon. Yet, honestly, who could she rely on? It came to a point to where she pondered simply making her own cybernetic creatures, augmented monsters and simply doing away with the need for any further contact from another soul. For, as she stood alone in this pit of isolation, The Primera began to question if she could even rely on any other living creature in this realm to get things done.

Sigh.

She did not want to think that way, as she was doing all this for others, but it hurt to do so for so long. It was also abnormal the amount that she cared given how blood-thirsty her kind was known for. Yet, the compassion she held in her human life still hung strong and the attachments to her family broke past the barriers of hollow kind and lived on within the Espada. So, she would persist and keep on this path until whatever aimless goal she was searching for was reached. Thus, for now, it was almost as if she was awaiting for some sign or reason to show her the way. With a cold wind blowing her alabaster dress against the breeze, the chills ran down her spine and she pondered if symbol from the heavens would come soon.

"Tell me, spirits of Hueco Mundo, is there not one among you who can stand by my side....?"

Muttering that question at a low tone, a disheartened look eased across The Royal Arrancar's face and she clenched her fist out of discomfort, anger and sadness.

Just what would show her the way?

Thu Jul 30, 2015 5:18 pm

Artist: Hannes Johansson - Song: Shades Of Our Past - Word Count: 903

Sand between his feet. The eternal night that washed over the Hueco Mundo. It was the sight Nize could never grow bored off, as it was just another sign he was at home. Everything here was black and white, color that reflected how he himself looked. The boy had roamed this land for around 100 years and loved it like in the first day of his existence, but in the same time it saddened how things were changing. How everything was going to downhill. How the beautiful image of life had been stained by reality.

Upon moment the boy felt the Primera Espadas presence somewhere around him, the male was creating something of a small village for his newly created Arrancar. It was a group off seventeen people, all still new to this world. The boy was spending a lot of time in his lab and then in the wild to raise the population of Arrancar and Hollows in Espada, as well, as in the Hueco Mundo whole. It was a sad situation, as he could see, Demon population was raising in his home, while Hollow...Not. Like Lust had stated again and again, their home was being slowly taken away. As Shin stated Espada were pushed aside. His heart hurt deeply.

Upon then he sensed with his 2km wide Reishi manipulation ability the structure of his so...Beloved guardian, master and person that showed him that there is something worth living for. A person that turned his love for this place from a tiny spark to a great fire. The Primera Espada, Rose Mischevang. It had been so long that he had spoke to her and even longer when he had been his Fraccione. The girl was what had led him to what he was now. And so, with only a flash of white fire, the male was away from the spot before and appeared standing few feet from the Lone Espada.

As always her figure, so brave and unbreakable, stood in the white sand. She was a real Queen Of The Desert and a being anyone would follow. There was something that turned the young Arrancar chest into a painful ball and almost made him cry. Why he had this feeling of sadness and loneliness when seeing her? No matter, the boy shrugged it all off and smiled at the girl like in the old days.
"Hi Rose! Long time no see!" Alright, it wasn't like the old days. His smile wasn't as chipper or full of life. His body was much stronger and muscled. Horns going out from his long, messy hair, his clothing a black leather jacket with a black skull on each shoulder. Without that, he had also black leather pants and massive boots with spikes. Hands were covered in gloves, that had red crosses on them.
"I missed you!"

This weird feeling again filled his chest and Nize couldn't quite tell from where it was coming. This time it was somewhere lover and seemed to make him feel lighter then before. The wind blew, making his long hair move in front of the boys eyes, but it didn't seem to bother him. In stead with a gentle, innocent face expression the Septima spoke.
"I'm happy to see you fine! I felt really lonely without you around!" And that was the truth. Memories on how he was offered the position of the Septima Espada and how he wanted to reject it first flew back in his mind. In that moment it was a hard decision, but after talking with the Primera Espada she helped him to come to a conclusion it would be just for the best of Hueco Mundo if he took the position. And he did.

Suddenly the calm and peaceful situation was broken by a devious and almost evil laugh. It seemed as from the young Arrancar himself another would step out. His hair was white as snow, eyes in emerald green color. Under his jacket there was just hard white muscles, his leather pants were so tight they didn't leave anything for imagination and it could be seen this one was really excited about something. The smell of Black World just reacked from him and as the Arrancar, which shared Nizes face, started to speak, it was obvious he was undressing the girl with his eyes.

"So this is the girl of your wet dreams kiddo!? Not bad! Not bad at all!" The males eyes devoured her body and as they did she could feel that this man was in the same strength level of Nize, if not even stronger do to fact that he literally swallowed all energy around him like a black hole. Even land around this guy was in slow pace turning into concentrated Reishi and being absorbed. Split objected, making a confused face expression.
"Lust, don't talk foolish things! I'm always dry, when I wake up and usually I don't dream about water!" He turned to smile awkwardly at his former boss.
"Sorry about that! This is Lust...He is...Someone..." The male winked at the girl, as a black worm in a size of lap dog jumped out of Nize, as Lust did, and turned into a black throne for the perv. The Septima Espada shaked his head in disapproval, but then decided to ignore him and just fully shifted to the female.
"So, what are you doing here Rose? Patrolling? Mission? I hope I ain't bothering you now!" Another true smile came from the male, as he was speaking.

Fri Jul 31, 2015 2:17 am

Time in the desert moved at a stand still, the endless sand manifesting a sense of eternity few places could mimic. The ever present wind destroyed any evidence of life; covering up the footprints of any that passed through it. Behind that deception remained the peak of Hueco Mundo's secret's. What seemed a lifeless land was filled with many of the strongest, most intelligent, and all-around most successful creatures in not just Hueco Mundo, but the universe itself. It was all a matter of finding them a midst the void. To a Hollow, the arrancar posed many mixed feelings. They were often stronger, more resilient and graced by a larger organized faction that reduced the risk of meeting oblivion New ability, techniques, potentially even a rise in their own natural natural power they previously had in the form of a Hollow. Some hated them for abolishing part of who they were to become more a kin to the Shinigami; their rivals in natures. Others admired them; desiring nothing more than to join their ranks in hope of gaining greater power.

One unorthodox soul abolished both of these staples. It had no desire to become such an entity, nor did it abhor those that took that route of evolution. Where others viewed them with disdain, it viewed them with curiosity. It desired to see how they compared to the epitome of Hollow ability and if the instant gratification of their evolution paid off more than the road of waiting for something even better. The creature had dreams of something superior to an Arrancar, a state only it could reach through its strange function as a parasite comprised of the essence and power of thousands. Getting to know their kind more efficiently than the fading images of a puppet's thoughts was key to progressing itself further down the line, and gaining a proper place with those that ruled the lands of their kind could be a substantial leap in its quest to regain the immense and incomprehensible scope of ability that spurred it onward to the known peak of Hollow Evolution. A Vasto Lordes. In carelessness, it tossed that power aside; overconfident in spirit and leading to the state it was in now.

The parasite resided in the body of their brethren. Not only had it been reduced to inhabiting the flesh of a creature so inferior it had yet to become a Vasto Lordes either, but the power of the controller locked under a mask of flesh had dwindled to a fragment of what it was at its peak. Every great power in the world had a falling point, but what made them rise up to be legendary was the ability to come back twice as strong from their own failures and overcome their weakness and fears. It stood at a towering height of eight feet, casting a large shadow in the pale moonlight behind it. Its skin was colored a dark midnight blue. It had the structure of a humanoid entity, standing on two strong overly-muscular legs with equally impressive-looking arms hanging at its side. Sharp claws ended at each finger, minor cracks present in each of them from constant use in conflict. Lastly, the defining features of any of their kind, be it Hollow or Arrancar. In the center of the creature's chest was a hole comprised of pitch blackness. Though one could see through it to the desert on the other side, the edge of the construct remained eternally black and void of an apparent physical form. A white mask remained permanently stuck to the Hollow's face, rows of block-y, but powerful teeth aligned perfectly in the skull's maw. Overall, it was nothing special. The true quality of one's unique character came from what couldn't be seen, and that point was especially true for the hidden nightmare in the guise of the mundane.

It could feel them, two creatures...Possibly three just as unorthodox as itself staying still in a relic of war long past. Certainly they will come to realize it soon, but another entity soon approached. It did not rush as a predator, nor cower as prey; but walked forward slowly without pause. It revealed only the power of the skin it dwelled in, leaving its own ability complete concealed. Still, the presence of an Adjuhas getting closer will become apparent. The blurred image of the distant creature blurred by swirling sand in the wind entering their eye's path. The image expanded, getting closer and distinguishable with more clarity every moment. were the two Espada to stay put, it would be a minute before the Hollow got close enough to properly speak with them. Long before that though, new thoughts passed through the mind of the beast itself.

Through yellow eyes, the parasite recognized the two it approached. Out of all the Arrancar to find in the eternal desert, it was none other than not just one, but two members of the new league of Espada in the new generation. Personally the parasite took great distaste in their affinity, or even sub-servant relationship with the Demons of Hell, but the Espada were still a respectable group of the finest Arrancar this dimension had to offer. One of the two even appeared to be one of the higher ranking members of the group. With this knowledge presented opportunity. It wasn't every day one found characters of such caliber during a night's walk. While lacking in ability right now, they were the ones it aimed to surpass and conquer in its future ambition..That was later though.

Now was the time to take advantage of the present and use it as a means to build up for the events to come. The Hollow ceased its walk upon reaching a proper distance from the trio. The third embodiment was all the more unusual, but carried the same essence as their mirror counterpart. A clone perhaps? Another immediate factor of note was the energy constantly being drawn in by the entity. The very white sand that constructed the ground they stepped upon even broke down to the smallest particles of spiritual energy and was consumed. It was an interesting thing to note right off the bat before even the slightest dialogue took place between them.

"Of all those I could have come across..." It spoke, the creature's tone deep, but mellow. Its eyes carried a very observant look, passing between each soul in the ruins of war and picking up on any minor information it could deduce from these figures of power. " I never expected to see the generation's Espada this night. A pleasure to meet all of you." It finished looking over every apparent detail of the group, now keeping its glance still to view all of them in a single line of sight. "If you don't mind my inquiry, what has brought you all out to a place like this?" They were stationary, simply talking to one another. Perhaps it accidentally stumbled on a personal affair between those of the same ranks. If they were to engage in such, their kingdom would have made for a much better place than the open desert. It must have been some sort of preparation for a task, a mission for the progression of the Espada even. All will become clear soon enough.

Mon Aug 03, 2015 10:39 am

[PLAY ALL OF THE POSTING MUSIC]

Artist: PS OST - Song: Nostalgia In Solitude - Word Count: 2187

There were people coming. Two of them. One was familiar, the other was not. With a soft sigh, Rose pondered if Hueco Mundo truly listened to her silent call and let out a small, grim chuckle to herself. Fate had a weird way of pulling things together and this was just another testament of that in the girl's mind. Thus, with that on her thoughts, the first power that she would focus on would be her former fraccion: Nize.

This boy seemed to have been busy with trying to do what he could to improve things in Hueco Mundo. There were many stories that he was putting up an active front for the Shadow Espada and trying to reinforce their rule within the dusty sands. Indeed, he had grown quite powerful during the past eight months or so she had known him. But -- it was of no surprise to Rose Mischevang. Most who serve under her always grow to evolve and become more powerful than their wildest dreams. That was her talent and knack. She even made the sickened Queen of Hueco Mundo, Ashlei Clixx, ingrained with more strength than she could have imagined on her own.

So to see Nize thriving was not much of a shock to the Mischevang. Granted, there were still more than likely so many personality traits that would eat the boy alive in a rough land such as the realm of hollows. But, she'd be the judge of that once the male got closer to her. After all, it had been some time since the two of them had even spoken so much as a single word to one another. Given how busy Shadow Fall has been, it was to be expected.

Thus, as The Primera turned her blood gaze back to her fellow Espada, Rose observed the changes he undergone and figured they were so contrasting with his persona. Big horns, black boots, muscular structure; the list could go on, but he was entirely different than the last they met face to face. It was enough to bring a dry chuckle as she couldn't imagine a child like him like this, but the world they lived was quite fucked up. So, why couldn't this be equally fucked up?

"Hmmm....it's been awhile, hasn't it? Your exterior has changed, but the interior has become different."

With the raise of her index finger, Rose gently pressed it against Cuatro's chest and made referenced to his heart. The Primera was a person who was quite skilled in reading a persons body language and taking note of memory. So to see his smile that was once filled with so much life dim was a feature that she otherwise took notice of quite quickly. And from that bit of body language radiated off from the boy, she could infer that things had certainly been rough for the male based on his progression to growth and the drastic alterations done to his body.

"Meanwhile, all that has changed from my outward appearance is that my hair grew much longer than before."

As the winds of Hueco Mundo eased over them, Rose's luscious pink hair fluttered against the breeze in that moment to further illustrated that simplistic change. And, even internally, she felt very much the same person she was when they first met all those months ago. Yet, the only thing that had changed is that she had been further consumed by stress, worry, fear, sadness and isolation. Stress for managing this kingdom, worry for her family that was dwindling, fear for the future for how unsteady things were in the world, sadness for how grim things were turning out to be and isolated from anyone who knew a thing about the Arrancar.

So, it seems, above all else, the only thing that The Primera honestly had to fall back on was her wits, strength and desire. As one does not become suited toward her position with getting their hands dirty. And it was becoming more and more apparent by the day that this is what she may have to do in order to absolve her mind of these needless worries. But, there would be plenty of time for that endless thought later.

Instead, The Royal Mischevang suit her eyes on Nize when her fellow Espada stated that he missed The Primera. It was a precious sentiment, one that almost made her feel uncomfortable because of the fact that it tethered her too closely with someone. Outside of those in her family, Rose felt rather distanced and odd. She could manage affairs quite well, but it was always a peculiar place to be as those who formed bonds with her were only in for pain in the long run. As memories of Ashlei being burned at the cross faded in from her human life, The Mischevang knew all too well what could happen if she got close to anyone like that again.

Still -- she'd at least knowledge these emotions the boy felt for her and Rose would then nod her head in response. As The Primera could at least appreciate the thought more than anything else. Who knows, maybe her cynicism was playing tricks on her. Perhaps the boy had enough strength to stay by her side.

"Is that so? I could say the feeling from my end is somewhat similar. You were good company to keep around."

With a softened look in her eye, The Espada seemed to relax her nerves and her tone was cold, but not lacking in sincerity and truth. While taking another pause, The Primera would observe Nize once more as he spoke of loneliness. And, in that moment, Rose would ponder if that was just the condition of living. After all, most of their kind only knew how to fight and kill. Ventures into the depths of companionship were foreign terrority and it certainty left its void where their once humans hearts beat so vibrantly.

In spite of these sentiments, there wouldn't be much time to dwell in them. A new comer had exploded on to the field and he brought with him a wild sense of energy and power. However, it did not phase the Arrancar much. She had seen many powerful warriors in her time and she felt more or less prepared for whatever would come of this new energy signature in the area. If he were to attack? The circuits of thought cycled like an unending loop in her brain and processed a dozen different ways to deal with the threat. After all, that was the point of enhancing her state of Arrancar being: she was the pioneer of the cybernetic Arrancar evolution and promised to ascend their kind to higher levels.

Nevertheless, though, it seemed that such action wouldn't be warranted. As, after further analysis, the males spiritual pattern seemed to be an inverse version of Nize's. And, given his familiarity, it seemed he wouldn't be a flight risk for now. So, The Primera eased up internally and kept a watchful eye on him for the meantime; ignoring his distasteful comments as it seemed he was another guy with a big mouth and not worth her time.

"He sounds like another trash talker. Those are a dime a dozen in Hueco Mundo. But, I am assuming it came from Black World, correct? His energy readings, mixed with your familiar pressure, lead me to assume that."

Glancing back at The Inversed Nize, that was at least her first guess. With another look towards her Espada, Rose would fold her arms and speak of why she was here:

"And, as for why I am here...I simply needed to get away for a bit and organize my thoughts. I've had a bit on my mind with the sudden influx in Espada, the management of my sisters kingdom and maintaining affairs of our kind. I've heard rumors that say demons have overpopulated our lands, but there are barely any active operatives. They don't have a vested interest in place because they have their own home."

That much was true. For the most part, many Arrancar, Hollow and Demon seemed to fair well enough. There was a mutual respect between the two species for many years because their combined effort managed to defeat and overpower any enemies they faced when Shadow Fall was forged. Separated, they were weaker. But combined? They were an ungodly force. So the interest of power was what kept these races conjoined. And, why most of all, the two races respected each others boundaries. Hence, why Rose assumed most who spoke of these things simply hadn't a clue of the demographics of Hueco Mundo to begin with.

Their population was more than on the rise with the rate they reproduced, the rate of growth in New Hueco Mundo was boundless with the new security they've implemented and their strength was only bound to rise further. However, the only thing they truly were missing -- was a proper leader. That is one thing that cursed this land as all factions had a notable person in power that gave their race a strong voice. Hueco Mundo and Hollowkind were NOT weak or declining, but they LACKED this core feature that gave them a voice. It is why Rose herself decided to embark on this task and take up the mantle of that title until her sister was able to regain the throne.

Regardless, those thoughts wouldn't be processed for much longer. The reason for this is because The Primera Espada set her sights back on the world around her and felt a third presence slowly coming up upon them. Through usage of her augmented persquia, the entity had been analyzed and he seemed to be hollow in nature. With a chuckle, this one felt parasitic in nature and pondered what this guy could possibly want with them.

Thus -- she'd call him out.

"Tall, dark and handsome. You can come out now. I know you are there."

Rose spoke in a matter of fact tone as she turned her eye to the sight of this newcomer. It's power was rather high for a hollow, so she automatically assumed that perhaps he assembled here for something related to that manner. Whether it be to seek out more strength for itself, to challenge it's power against theirs or perhaps to even observe and possibly join them. Whatever it was, random creatures of power don't often come for the sake of tea, cookies and crumpets. So, she'd keep her eye on this hollow as he started to speak on about his business.

"I wouldn't be so shocked about that. Even Espada need fresh air and moonlight every now and again."

There was a dry chuckle followed by those dim words. Even in her melancholic state, The Primera had a drab sense of humor. Regardless of that, though, she'd still pay attention to their new "friend'. From what he uttered out of his mouth, it appeared that he was rather interested in knowing why they had assembled out here. There was no doubt in Rose's mind that, to a commoner, a haphazard assembly of Espada in the middle of nowhere was just as bizarre as her own previous thoughts about the hollow. So, for that reason is why she saw no harm in divulging a little bit on why she was here to begin with.

"As I was telling my comrade, I simply came here to view the moon and reflect on the state of affairs in Hueco Mundo. It was just coincidence we all managed to assemble here to this time and place."

After finishing her explanation, The Primera Espada would then lean herself against a cold, stone wall nearby and let out a soft sigh as she folded her arms. With her crimson eyes still on the hollow, she' raise her eyebrow and give him a question of her own:

"And, as for yourself, why are you here? You wouldn't happen to be interested in joining with the Espada would you? Or are you another would-be assassin waiting to kill us to test your strength? I know our kind well and I'm certain you wouldn't seek us out if it was related to something to power and battle. That's just the nature of our kind, isn't it?"

Now with her head pressed against the hard wall, The Espada would await an answer while keeping an eye on everything around them.

"And I'm sure you'd want to join as well, right?"

The last question would then be posed towards the likes of "Lust" as she pondered if he would be joining among them as well. Many inquires, little time. What would come of all this? No one knew. But, in Rose's mind, hopefully mother fate had a way of piecing things altogether for this to work out well.

Mon Aug 03, 2015 3:10 pm

Artist: Paulo Kalazzi - Song: My Soul Is Free - Word Count: 1478

Listening to the Primera Espada, the New Queen Of Hueco Mundo was like listening to ages and eons speaking in almost God-like tone. Yes, while the girl objected to admit it, Nize thought of her to stand not far from actual gods. Upon looking to her the boy had always felt smaller, weaker then Rose. He had never felt as being able to stand on par with her, but it never had bothered the male too! And why would it, if power was the last thing he craved. Protection of others, the love for his home and family, those were the things moving Split further. And these were the reasons why he even thought of becoming more powerful.

When the girl commented his obvious change in appearance, he had nothing more to say as blush from the embarrassment. This look wasn't something he had set with a reason. If he could, the boy would love to revert back to his sealed state, but there were payments made for one to gain a constant release. A chipper, awkward smile formed on his lips which should show her that the boy hadn't changed that much.
"Its not that bad Rose! You know, experiments, modifications and such...Does things to you! Now at least I have no need to enter Ressureccion! Heh..." He sounded as trying to excuse himself and the way he awkwardly smiled and scratched the back of his head told that he would rather not talk about this subject too much. Soon from awkwardness this smile turned again soft and sweet. Sweet not as a over sweetened tea, but sweet as delicately prepared desert. His hand from went down and in return for the girls touch on his chest, his fingers gently went through her hair, while speaking in soft voice.
"They look good on you! Really!" Suddenly the boy made a noise as someone who would have hit their forehead against a wall. Nize facepalmed himself, murmuring quite sadly.
"I left cupcakes in the oven..." There went his afternoon snack.

Later on the note of his most weird companion made him again just blush and look away from both, the girl and Lust.
"I'm afraid so! I encountered him being still your Fraccione. I think I made a report about it, but maybe not, as I felt really misshaped after the event. Recently I learned how to get him out of my...System, you can say. While helpful sometimes, the guy has the weirdest habits starting to talk about melons and milk tanks every time we encounter a female and saying the truth it puzzles me. When I try to offer these things to him at home the guy just burst out in laughter. Really weird :/" And with a blunt, completely honest face he said all of this, in so showing everyone that he actually didn't have a clue on what his Inverse was talking about.

At the same time Lust was just holding to not laugh, as it was too funny. Whenever Nize showed him this soooo naive side of him the male Saca Dilla just desired to taint this mind. To corrupt in the most vile ways. Probably Rose could very well seen it in his eyes, but he didn't do it just because there was no way of finding out what would come of Nize, if he actually would loose his virginity. In that places the white haired creature turned where Rose had directed her attention and whistle as the interesting Hollow appeared. As from what Lust could read this little fellow was nothing more then just another Adjucha of Hueco Mundo, but when listening to the female he could tell there was much more under it. And yes, when focusing on how the being was composed, braking his existence Reishi particle by Reishi particle, there was a hint of something strange. Though, at the moment he had no idea what.

Nize on the other hand had picked up and understood what was the individual in front of him, being a expert in Hollow and Arrancar subject, as well, as having almost unbound abilities in manipulating with Reishi in his field of power. Deciding not to say anything at this moment, Nize just stood there, smiling politely at the newcomer and trying to look as nice, as possible. New members and possible friends were something he and Espada were so in need at the moment. The male listened to the creatures words and then waited for Rose to answer, so he could introduce himself.

Cheerful and energetic he bowed to the Hollow and spoke,
"Nize Split, The Cuarto Espada at your service! If needed help anytime feel free to visit my Tree Of Blood!" Overenthusiastic smile, with eyes full of joy shined in front of the Hollow and even few sparks of black fire escaped his body. Though, if touched by anyone with body composure of Reishi, the person would be set on black and white fire in matter of second, as Nizes fire in its purest way ate Reishi to grow. Upon referencing to the tree, he showed in the direction of something small and red far away, being his home what others had named The Tree Of Blood, because of the fact it was actually made of bloody red flesh.
"I'm just doing some simple every day duties. I made a band of 12 Arrancar recently and started to build a village for them, so they could settle down and get the feeling of Hueco Mundo ^,^"

Artist: Koh Takanashi - Song: Eau de Vie

"If he would have a tail, it would now bounce from back to forth!" Thought Lust as he observed his inverses childlike happiness. A amused and cocky grin spread across the Saca Dilla's face, as he decided that it wouldn't hurt to introduce himself too.
"Lust! This guys," he pointed at Nize "Coolest side. Just looking for fun, when felt that this guy had someone that wasn't a creation of his around. Probably got curious!" He laughed at the thought, not confessing that in truth the male felt afraid about the anchor keeping him to existence.
"What you say we both leave these two depressing virgins after their thirties alone and find a nice place to indulge in more productive exercises? You can be on the top, if you want to!" A wink from his side, as well, as a slow gesture with his tongue over the creatures lips.

Though this probably needed to wait, as the girl had gotten at the horns of the bull and explained what she purposed to both of the males(?). Lust slowly got up from his throne, which instantly turned back into a black, small dog size worm with black stone armor and round moth, full of sharp teeth. Then the Saca Dilla stood behind Nize, which watched all of this with a bit confused expression and wrapped one arm around him, while the other one put on his stomach. Both of these body parts almost in the same time melted in the Espadas body, as the would be a part of him all along.
"But I thought I was already in! Oh well, I will probably need to join!" He stared at the girl with a smiling face expression, but his eyes clearly stated that he thought of Nize as his property which he will taint, when desired so. He licked his white cheek.

And as always in the world that held infinitive chances of surprises, the eyes of Nize Split suddenly grew wide and a silent scream of pain echoed through them. The boys lips just muttered a silent question. A simple one, that held always a burden of thousand tons. It was heavy as the planet itself and sometimes said more, then poems and lyrics ever could.
"Why..."

The Espada snapped out of his weird frost and with pushing out the Saca Dilla from his body, exploded in almost a hurricane of black and white fire. Black wings formed on the males back and a staff manifested in his hand. With a speed of above sound he shoot straight forth and was away from the field in matter of seconds. The ground was now burning with uncontrollable, devouring flame which now feasted and became larger, just by eating Reishi around it. If Rose would attempt to calm these flames as she did the last time so many months ago she would find out that now they were in that high of "heat" that only her nonobots or Reiatsu getting near it would make them go twice as high. Lust didn't pay much attention to this, just seemed a bit confused and off. Scratching his head the male would himself form green dragonfly wings formed from pure Reishi and raise in the air, shouting to Rose. "Tame those flames and follow Nize's signature. Shouldn't be hard even for a idiot to sense it now! I'm going after him!" With that in similar speed he was off too.

[EXITS THREAD]

Tue Aug 04, 2015 8:47 am

It was no surprise that it could already feel the barrier it established between truth and fallacy being broken down in a matter of moments. Such an exceptional ability to disguise itself in the resonance of another proved fruitless against many of the potent techniques and technology available to others in the future generation. Perhaps this was less due to their ability, and more attributed to the body the masked fiend inhabited being too weak to fully shield its power from view. The way they acted, mentioning proposition of potentially joining the group of legend..Was that sarcasm, or had things devolved to the point where the potential of one joining the ranks of the sharpest blades could be deduced to a single glance. Despite thousands of memories at the creature's disposal, seldom did they involve the Espada, save for minor details enough to recognize the two higher-ranking souls before it.

"Fair enough. Fate just has an odd way of pairing events together. " Over the last few months, the Hollow had been looking for a medium to regain the power and influence it once had. After the careless abandonment of its former place in power, a chance meeting with the Espada was a god send. More than just that, it had come across the epitome of their ranks; the Primera. The Cuatro alongside her was nothing to scoff at either. There were many interesting things about Nize to be uncovered in a short period of time. Their mannerisms were refined and alternate from what was expected of Hollow and Arrancar kind alike. Pairing that with an unusual double marked by a branch of sin and the sparks of fire they forged from childlike curiosity and benevolence made for an interesting character far from the mundane. The puppet's eyes fixated on the trio, it wasn't one to turn down a chance at resurrection. An entire new path built from the end of another cast to oblivion presented itself. It simply needed to step on it before the remnants of the past broke down.

"Impressive, Nize. All the way up to number four? You've certainly come a long way down the path of evolution. I go by Ruvik, a simple wanderer and nothing more..At least for this very moment." The creature spoke in a generally friendly tone, respecting what it took to reach such a position. Even above that was the casual Rose with a stance higher than any other in the eternal desert; one that it could feel the commanding presence of that fit a leader, even if only temporal. While unfamiliar and a bit out of place, the vibe still resonated with their being. Keeping focus split between the two of them; the Hollow continued its reply.

"I'll be sure to track you down if I need anything then. Thanks for the offer..Now.." It paused, shifting its thoughts and words from an edge toward the gifted Cuatro, to a center on the powerful Lolita against the ruins wall. The both of them were entertaining to study and carried traits that put them above the commoners scattered throughout the wasteland. It was fortunate for the concealed creature to come across them purely by luck. At the answer she offered and the questions posed shortly after, he chuckled. Assassination and killing were no alien subject to any Hollow or Arrancar, but to tackle Espada of such power was a crazy notion, especially with two of them present. Not only that, but the restraints in place by the flaws of its own ability made the idea all the more hilariously impossible in its current standing. Its yellow eyes shifted in her direction, staring into the crimson abyss of her own iris to try to get a feel of her own perception of the world around them.

"The moon does look nice in such a barren place. It has a unique charm that is quite alluring. As for my purpose for being here.." The parasite was a malevolent creature, existing only for three things in this realm. At the same time though, it also carried with it a sophistication, experience, and sympathy of everything from fellow kin to the most damned Humans in the world of the living, even their natural enemy; the Shinigami. "I've been walking these deserts for some time now, looking for opportunity when it can be found to progress and learning of the others that inhabit this place. I've never thought about joining the Espada. It was never my intent in coming here. I simply found the lot of you interesting and worth walking toward for a chat."

It paused a moment, putting on a display of deep thought toward the idea. Taking on even a minor position in their ranks could offer a means to attaining power and influence dozens of times greater than the minor faction it once ruled in the Menos Forest below. "But joining is something I'd certainly never be against. I've always thought all positions were filled though.. How have the Espada been doing since they joined together with the Shadows?" Shadowfall was one of the few things it lacked much information on. Due to a lack of Demon hosts and a life mostly confined to Hueco Mundo, a medium to gain a greater understanding of them and their interaction with the Espada was key.

"And surely you jest. I'd never have a chance at killing either of you as I am now, nor do I like the idea of it either. People have a much better use than simply being killed or consumed. So even if I could, the idea isn't one I'd bother with. Furthermore, I'm fully aware of my ability, so there is no need to test that either." While often a liar, that phrase was entirely the truth. It gained far more power from its unique talents than the barbaric means of slaughter and consumption most Hollows abide by. Its mindset didn't even fully match that of their own. Twisted by the experiences of many, mentally it thought as a culmination of multiple species governed by the instinct of a Hollow.

Another interesting piece in play was the fourth shifting manifestation in their midst. A worm no larger than a dog shrouded in armor with teeth sharper than a razor blade. Was this also a creation of the Cuatro's unique ability? Being able to forge new life from energy alone was a fascinating power, one certainly fitting of their rank. Or could it have been that they were separate creatures that coincided with one another in a single form, much like the unknown tale of its own function. He'd prod for the answer later, deciding to place a higher importance on its own involvement in the line of blades before taking in the details of the structure of those before it.

In tune with the nature of the world, nothing stayed simple for long. Just as soon as the meeting between the three of them began, an oddity took over and demanded the attention of anyone near. The Adjuhas shifted its eye back to Nize, sensing something a miss about them in that moment. Nothing seemed out of place to trigger such a reaction. Perhaps something more personal he had no right to be aware of to begin with? Regardless of the exact cause, it was clear they were deeply troubled. Fitting of a sudden change their expression suggested, an unexpected outburst did follow. Built in flames the Espada departed, a storm if fire raging in their wake and consuming the landscape behind them. It was a wonderful display of power regardless, one it needed to be cautious off. As the Espada ascended to the sky and departed at the speeds of a bullet, Ruvik's eye traced them to the best of his ability and took a step back,. The fire flared chaotically over the sand, consuming everything around it to fuel it ever higher. Being caught in the path of destruction at such a weakened level certainly wouldn't be healthy. What seemed odd was how potent the flames were, even for the Espada. It hadn't anticipated them being able to generate such power on a whim simply during a flashy escape. Any doubts it had about its weakened state from the loss of its surplus were confirmed at that moment..but at the same time, knowing there were potential power sources that potent in the Espada was reassuring.

"..Did I miss something?" the Hollow inquired, not just feigning ignorance as it did in most situations, but generally a tad confused by the nature of what it just witnessed and the roaring flames before them that threatened to consume everything in their path. Despite their power, he wasn't too concerned for his safety and maintained a relaxed composure. If need be he could always take another step or two back to ensure the embers didn't reach him. Sadly he didn't have a means to deal with them himself at the time even if he wanted to. That left only the option to observe and plan accordingly from all he could learn from the burst of chaos that ensued.

Thu Aug 06, 2015 9:37 pm

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Artist: PS OST - Song: Jungle- A Lush Load - Word Count: 2706

One of the first things that the boy mentioned was that his massive change in appearance wasn't that bat. Really? He liked something straight out of hell itself and seemed more like the devil than the shy, timid and scared little boy The Primera recalled himself. This was totally wrong, but, as mentioned before, there are worse things off with this universe than a mere change in costume. So, The Primera would only shrug her shoulders and let out a passive sigh.

"Mhm. I understand the complications of experimentation all too well. That still doesn't change the inherit fact that this transformation in yourself doesn't match the interior of your soul. That much I do know, Nize."

Soon after uttering those dry and quiet words did Rose notice the warmth of his hand playing through her hair. For a few moments, there would be a blank stare given by The Mischevang. This was because The Espada wasn't entirely show to respond to this stimuli. Not many dared as to so much even approach; much less attempt to be affectionate with her. Thus, it had been sometime since another being outside of her family had done so. Hence, why she backed away for a moment and tilted her head.

"It looks nice? I wouldn't know. I've never been one to pay much attention to fashion or royal upkeep. I've always been the runt of the family, after all."

In that reference, Rose was indeed one of the smallest of the Mischevang Family. The only smaller sibling she knew of was Flea Mischevang and her measly four foot eleven statue. However, no one had seen hide or tail of her following some monstrous battle with a nuclear giant known as Radioactive. So, as far as Rose was concerned, she may have been dead or pulling the common disappearing act her eldest sister, Ashlei Clixx, is more than known for.

Alas, though, The Primera didn't show little, if any, hostile intent towards the reaction. It was just strange and new. As if you were a sea creature and for the first time in your life you suddenly came up to the surface world for a breath of fresh air. So, she'd let this process and take a gentle exhaling of breath once it had been ran through her body and mind.

What was rather curious is that he seemed as scatterbrained as ever. As she observed his mannerisms, it seemed that in all of his cluttered thought, the boy had forgotten to take "cupcakes" out of the oven. Shaking her head, Rose chuckled slightly to herself before posing a suggestion:

"Then why not simply make yourself a personal assistant to remind you of those things? I'm sure one of those things could be easily remedied by myself if you so wish. You seem pretty clear-headed, so it's only natural you'd device a means to jog your memory somehow."

Although her tone was calm and quiet, there was a bit of humor and tenderness between them. As, it was obvious she wasn't being malicious or sarcastic about it. It was a genuine response that had a feasible outcome given her technological mastery. Even with as little materials as she had in the desert could The Primera devise such a device on the spot if need be. That is simply what it meant to achieve her level of skill and control as a Primera researcher, builder and expansionist of Arrancarkind.

But, more importantly -- this guy was about as clueless as a drunk at three o'clock in the morning leaving the pub. Even as a centuries old shut-in, Rose herself wasn't that dense to not know what his alter self was referring to when mentioning "melons" and "milk" around attractive females. This led Rose to believe that while he may have changed in quite a few ways, there was still a good core of his original essence in there that made it all balance it. So, she'd simply shake her head and try to make it clear to him as a mother would a lost child.

"You do realize he was making sexual references to those females and you, right? Melons refer to breast and the milk he is speaking of relates to breast milk. I don't see how you can be that slow on the up take, Nize."

Then, the actions of Lust became nothing but a blur for the Arrancar as she let out another soft sigh. At least her fellow Espada seemed relatively jovial and lighthearted. For awhile, things seem to be even swimming in this meeting. Nothing too far gone was wrong with the arrangement. However, The Primera still couldn't sense this feeling was wrong. It was a primal instinct in her gut and it unsettled her like a nauseous cramp. Yet, she had no valid reason to act on it -- just yet.

Still, it was nice to hear that he was at least establishing a village for their kind. Who knows, maybe Rose might look through Shadow Fall's documents and do some backtracing to it. That way, she could at least help bolster the quality ofl ife there and see the work he is done. Thus, she'd express her interesting in visit.

"Sounds comfortable. Perhaps you could show me this village sometime. I'd be curious to see it for myself, little one."

With those words uttered out, Rose would then gently flick Nize's forehead and give a small laugh before turning her attention back towards Lust with a dull to neutral expression. Really, this guy had a knack for taking the atmosphere out of anything. The more he talked the more Rose wanted to drill her fist into his skull. So, in a burst of explosive strength, did The Primera almost do just that. She made sure to punch the field of empty space next to the side side of his head. Then, in the distance nearby, a colossal plum of smoke, debris and shock waves rose into the heavens and shook the lands like a daunting hurricane.

Truly, that hit had enough striking power to even leave a grand master hierro a bit of breathless. So, if it were directed soley on Lust -- there was no telling what that one hit might've done. Making it wise to watch his tongue around The Queen of Hueco Mundo. While she wasn't in the mood to round up a fight, that didn't mean the little Mischevang wouldn't start one with such disrespect given to her face.

"Keep that up and I'll be sure not even the grim reaper will be able to identify you after I'm done with you, freak."

There was no shouting, nor was there any real aggression or hostility in her voice. The actions were quiet violent, but the tone and command of Rose's voice remained as solid, confident and bold as ever before. Thus, this wasn't a threat at all -- but a reaction of nature if fate was further tempted by this inverse self of Nize. So, slowly she would pull her hand away from this mis-matched creep and turn her attention back to the hollow among their ranks.

Turning back on the subject of fate yet again, it was quite strange how that mistress worked. Maybe with quantum science the secrets of chance, circumstance and destiny could be unlocked. That would be a truly magifeicent discovery, would it not? Thus, The Primera would nod her head in agreement at the un-named male before while keeping this mental document stored within her cyber mind for later use.

By the time she was finished creating her schematics for the designs, The Hollow seemed to otherwise be finished speaking up with Nize and turned his attention back to Rose in regards to her offer. Judging from his body language, The Primera assumed he wasn't entirely sold on accepting or rejecting the offer. This could be inferred by his chuckle, brief pause in dialogue and common glances at both herself, Nize and the fool named Lust. So, while the theory of him being here to kill them was still on the table, the likelihood of it decreased and he seemed more like a curious individual yearning to learn more about these state of events and people associated with them.

This was further confirmed when the male started speaking of his purpose for being here. It seemed that he had been wondering the vast nothingness of Hueco Mundo for some time and craved to learn new knowledge. There was no harm in that, but there was always that seed of doubt placed in a savage world like this. So while apart of her could trust that this statement was trust, there was still another part ready to pull the trigger the moment something funny happened.

"I suppose you are right. That's why I came out here to observe it and clear my own thoughts. The allure and pull of the moon's grip on my mind is rather calming. Especially given how barren this place truly is. There would not be a soul out here if neither of you two had happened upon this location by pure chance."

And by two, she literally just meant Nize and the parasitic hollow before her. At this point, she was just ignoring Lust's existence until he could think of words less-idiotic to utter out of his mouth. So, she'd invest her mental resources in just observing the male before her. After taking some time to reflect, it seemed her analysis started to prove true and she'd nod her head at what he uttered about perhaps joining them.

"It's not just the Espada which have openings. There are different branches within Shadow Fall that serve Arrancar and Hollow kind. Demons run their side of the branch, we run our side of the branch. The only time we come together is on conjoined missions or if there are orders from our faction leaders. And even then, Espada often taken orders from the King or Queen of Hueco Mundo, and The Banshee, The Demon Equivalent of us, take orders for their leaders."

Rose's speak came off as a matter of fact tone as she explained the circumstances of her offer. It was all stuff she needed to memorize when becoming apart of Shadow Fall. So it was but a run of the mill explanation to her, but it might provide a bit of insight to the potential recruit. Thus, she'd carry on with her own personal sentiment.

"It's just a means to an end for both of our sides. You can't endure this world without allies. And you'd be foolish not to seek them. Even those Shinigami have learned to work better together in recent years, so why shouldn't we?"

Indeed, Rose held a rather neutral stance on demons since she considered them to be somewhat similar to Arrancar in nature; being chaotic beings themselves. However, Shinigami often left a bad taste in her mouth. They were the ones, if anything, who were the true enemy of Arrancar and Demon kind -- if they knew any better, that is. But, alas, there was no point in mulling over that sentiment right now. She was more curious with this hollow's reaction towards her.

"Lastly, the Espada have gone through ups and downs, but we appear to be gaining new recruits. So I'd say our health for now is relatively well."

And that was indeed the truth. While there weren't many beings Rose trusted her life with, that didn't mean there weren't active participants in the Shadow Espada. New spots were filling up and it was just a matter of getting to know her allies much better. So, at least that positive benefit was going on towards their goals.

After all of that was cleared up, though, she paid more attention to his statement of having no interest in killing them. While true his power was indeed inferior, in terms of energy alone, Rose was never the type to underestimate her opponent. That is often the point when king's and queen's die. When too drunk off ones power, they overlook simple mistakes and easy ways for them to die. Until, one day, they drink a cup of poison that their weakest enemy planted in them while they were too intoxicated to ever pay notice to what he was doing. All due to their perceived belittling of their unseen foe. Thus, to make a point; The Primera -- wasn't that careless. She had her eye on him until his trust was fully solidified.

"Well, for now, you seem to be telling the truth. So, if you were still interested in joining us, I'd recommend enlisting you in The Hollow Monarch. There you'd serve our kind and our kind only."

While this conversation was beginning to turn somewhere -- it seemed that their meeting was going to take a full 180 degree turn. This came in the form of her fellow Espada's energy becoming erratic and unstable like the core of a nuclear bomb. As a result of this unsteady turn of events, her crimson eyes pierced the landscape and observed Nize muttering something along the lines of "Why". Following that, she observed an explosion of fire and destruction as the boy went screeching away into the sands of Hueco Mundo.

However -- he wasn't out of sight -- nor was this flame out of her control. Through the assistance of her Origin Code, Rose Mischevang was able to scan the area the flames inhabited. In the eyes of The Primera, she was able to see the coding of the universe and adjust to it her liking. Thus, through sacrificing bits of reishi did she then seclude and isolate the space the flames took up. This would then be visibly seen as it would appear as if as black mist devoured the raging inferno. Within a matter of moments after that, Rose adjusted the make-up of that space and simply transported it into a sub-dimension where it would burn itself into non-existence. Then, all that would be left is a mass crater to follow.

Hence, she had no reason to pay much attention to Lust for the time being. Instead, she'd turn her eyes back to the sight of The Hollow whom seemed bewildered by all of this. And -- rightfully so. Compared with the actions Nize took, Lust took and she herself made with the destruction of these flames; the male likely hadn't the foggiest idea what occurred before him. So, she would instead invite him to come along with her to solve this incident.

"Since it doesn't seem like you are doing anything better with your time, why not come with me and get behind this mystery? I'm sure it will be resolved soon enough."

While speaking these calm and in-control words towards the parasitic hollow, a holographic screen that was red in color materialized before her. At blinding speeds did she then access The Demi-Network of Hueco Mundo and start to keep a fixated trace on the spiritual frequency of Nize's energy. With the help of this network, and her own extrasensory skills, did she manage to create a means of devising a wormhole to the male's location. Which, in turn, would save them a lot of footwork of trying to find him the old fashion way.

Hence, a red vortex of light would emerge before them and take them to wherever Nize had found himself in. And with that, Rose started to step towards it and look backwards at The Hollow for one final confirmation before stepping in:

"The choice is yours."

Then -- she was consumed. The vortex was still open and it would be his choice of will to otherwise follow them -- or remain put in these isolated ruins.

Sat Aug 08, 2015 1:44 am

The merge with Shadows was a mystery to the bound Hollow. What would bring the leader of their race to join forces with the spawn of Underworld? They shared many characteristics and were both monsters in the worlds they lived in, but Hollows and Arrancar were always particularly prideful. Their power was the epitome of spiritual life and superior to all else. That was a vibe many of their kind shared. The Soul Society must have become quite problematic in recent years to demand such a union from them. An alliance was one thing, but the events in place were a complete hybrid of the two former factions. The details on the origin of this were of great interest, but unknown to the fiend. . In time these things tended to reveal themselves without personal volition, so would normally be the course of action for the time being, Wait, observe, evolve, then conquer. But another thought crossed it..Out of the two ruling segments, which had greater sway? An equal partnership between such greed-oriented species seemed unlikely. Both must have worked to gain as much influence and control over the other as possible behind the scenes. These thoughts bothered it, especially since it was heavily considering joining the Hollow's native factions for its own personal gain.

"I see. Surely such a partnership is one of great concern to any not involved. It builds upon two great powers and makes them into a monster of numbers, power, and influence. I more than anyone understand the need for allies and associates..But what I'm unaware of is what lead to this union to begin with. Despite the threat the two groups pose together, what lead to them becoming one to begin with? I apologize, but I've been out of the loop. As has the feral kind of the Menos Forest during my development. We have possibly the largest population, a means to bring a large number of it to higher caliber, and a stable union of power that could have been improved on instead of needing to align with the Hellspawm. Was there a critical loss lately that spurred things to happen, or a new potent ally of the Shinigami?"

Then a pause. Thoughts of the latter subject surfacing again. Asking bluntly may have been rude on such a new meeting with the flowers of chaos blossoming in flames, but the creature was a curious fiend. It sought out information not for a love of data, but to ensure its actions were always optimal and gave it the best chances at survival, power, and influence over its inferior comrades. After the folly in the Forest, steps needed to be done more carefully and with a flare to avoid an outburst of boredom that afflicted it to end its former reign over night. These thoughts were broken down by the turn of events with their fellow Arrancar. The flames continued to burn through everything they touched. The sands of Hueco Mundo burned down to the bare articles of spiritual essence and were consumed by the inferno. It was a sight to behold. It couldn't expect what happened next though.

Maintaining a short distance and a calm composure, the parasite watched over the embers. Was this the primary ability of the Cuatro? It was potent, one that could give most souls trouble with its presence alone. If this power were manipulated more directly in battle, it could be exceedingly deadly to one not prepared to cope with it. Fortunately the current residing commander of the Espada had it contained with ease. The black mist that manifested around the inferno was just as unorthodox as the fire itself. unaffected by the unique ability to consume reishi, it quickly did away with the manifestation of destruction between them. This made for an equally astounding ability worth noting,,Thought unlike the former technique, this was more difficult to depict the true nature of. With time it could get a better grasp if it, but such a complex technique that could overwrite the consuming flames was interesting to know. This generation of Espada were exceptionally gifted, and while that made its self-assigned mission all the more dangerous, it also offered more profit than any task it had taken thus far in its short span of unborn existence.

It seemed more important matters had come to the attention of the two of them. It wasn't sure why the Cuatro acted in such an unstable state, but finding out offered all the more information it could use for future planning. There also remained a cumbersome amount of things to discuss with the Lolita scientist to properly make use of both of their unique talents to optimize the benefit of their future union.

"Of course, my schedule has been empty for some time now, and I do want to get a better understanding of the two people that may come to be my future allies. We still have plenty of things to discuss once this is resolved as well. Once the situation is cleared, I'll be more than content telling you a bit about my own unorthodox talents so we can find a spot in either group that works best for us. It is a tad important I work in the right area to maximize my contributions to the benefit of Hollow Kind. I'm sure you'll find it all as fascinating as what I'm looking forward to in our future. "

Normally the parasite worked off a system of secrecy. It kept its powers, nature, even identity completely hidden from any and all life it associated with or consumed. Some things it still may desire kept secret, but to benefit most from the faction it intended to join would require them having a decent idea of what exactly it did. Perhaps it could even be secluded information to a select few to maintain the guise of wonder and the unknown. A secret weapon never hurt to keep around, and that way they could both be content by the end of everything. The only concern was playing its cards right to get in the best position possible while also maintaining a safety net should they ever becoming future enemies. The diversity and ever-changing nature of the fiend's power helped in some way with both, but as of right now; not a single soul was pledged to the strength of the parasite.

The husk of a puppet walked forth with that unchanging expression of a mellow calm. It stepped forward, walking closer to the ethereal vortex that will bring them to their next chapter and the more progressive events of their meeting.It stepped into the light following the Primera, its towering height of nearly six and a half feet standing beside her shorter, but more powerful and compact form. It wasn't even a choice, but an obligation to its own quest for strength like many others. As one paged ended, the next one began and the two were warped through the fabric of space to the next scheme of events that will follow. The introduction had concluded, their venture turned to chapter one and the beginning of a new era for the parasitic Hollow

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