Enter The Unknown: A meeting of Science and Darkness

Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:53 pm

One meeting ended by the ever present call of chaos, but their business was far from over. It had been a single day since one unknown rogue Hollow crossed paths with the Espada, but little was accomplished aside an introduction. Despite how little time had been spent getting to know one another, the young Vasto Lordes learned much during their short verse and the display of the Cuatro that followed. One day it would come to further understand the nature of the Cuatro and their talents, but for this night the focus was set on the unknown. The nameless fiend had lived only a short time and had yet to properly establish itself in the larger works of the world its forsaken form inhabited, but now the first steps in rectifying that were in motion. The moon reigned high over the fortress of eternal shadow, the playing field shifting from a neutral abyss of sand with drifting souls coming across one another to an arranged meeting in the kingdom ruled by code.

The parasite remained in the same body it inhabited once before, but some differences stood out. The muscle that adorned the tall Hollow had diminished ever-so-slightly. They were even a tad shorter; no longer towering at nearly six and a half feet, but closer to the lower side of the spectrum. It now walked at a more average height of 6'2. The changes were a hair above minor, not immediately clear, but something most could realize in a short amount of time. One as intellectually gifted as the Primers would come across it much faster, instantaneously even..That is,. unless their focus drifted toward another shift in the atmosphere. In the Hollow's grip was the body of another; an Arrancar beaten into unconsciousness. Many unorthodox things resonated with the body. The soul was a male soldier, adorned in battered garbs that were torn to shred and drenched in their own blood. It was clearly their own, yet no wounds existed anywhere on their flesh. By now the blood had dried with grains of sand sticking to it from the shifting desert of Las Nochas. Their hair appeared stark white, and the skin pale. The mask fragment that remained on their being took the shape of band-like structure around the eyes. It was cracked down the middle, near the point of breaking if much more force struck their body.His limbs hung limp, gravity working against them.

All of that didn't compare to the largest red flag in play. Though difficult, if not impossible for most to feel, given how perceptive Rose appeared and her unique means of sensory, one could find the slightest traces of the parasite's energy inside the body. It matched perfectly with the original spiritual resonance the original had in the active host, but appeared a substantial deal weaker. All of these things were put in play on purpose. They served as tools to properly demonstrate things when the time comes. While the parasite did prefer keeping their identity, ability, and talents in the scope of the unknown, for the nature of this meeting, revealing them was unfortunately required. Only if the primary blade knew its relation with their future secondary arms could the two align perfectly to maximize their effectiveness in the future schemes of war. If all went well, not too many would come to fully know its nature, but even if they did...

It didn't matter. Knowing the ability of the nameless fiend only established one thing in the minds of others. It was impossible to always know the limits and weakness of it. The power of the Vasto is, and always will be ever-changing. That particular aspect made it all the more dangerous in the right conditions. There were many downsides. and on its own the ethereal soul was weaker than your average combatant. Its power related less on the scope of raw destruction, but a tactical piece that had the potential to establish limitless diversity and tame the inferno of others fury. It was the importance in using such strategic-oriented gifts that made this an important meeting. Memory of the bested Arrancar flooded through the Hollow's mind. In the short time in took to walk to the shadowstorm abode, hundreds upon hundreds of years worth of experience, information, and power went through it. It was an astounding ability, putting the creature far ahead of its meager age in knowledge, maturity, and evolution.

In the next few moments, the Hollow entered the base of steel and science built in part b the very soul it had come to meet today.As per their arrangement, the place it had in the army of Shadows and masks will be decided in the coming hours, unless another unexpected turn of events were to cross their path. She would come of her own volition far before it found her, wouldn't .she? Taking that thought into account, the puppet walked only to the large, open room next to the entrance of the abode. It searched the space of the fortress with its yellow eyes, taking in every detail of its surroundings. So this was one of the many places the Espada resided. It only retained glimpses of it from the memories of those it stole. They never entered, only watching from the outside. The interior certainly matched the impressive structure of the fortress itself. This was only the entrance, The real magic behind the kingdom rested further in the bowels of the structure, locked behind doors, under traps, possibly even far under the sand it was built upon.

The creature stood still in the middle of the room, switching glances between one path that lead to a myriad of other rooms and another that did the same. Now all it had left to do is wait for the arrival of the leading Lolita. She certainly carried an odd form for one of such status and power, but such a thing offered many subtle advantages.Were she not to come on her own, it could proceed to search, but doing so was rude. Rather, the free hand of the Hollow puppet lightly struck the wall of the fortress, a sound metallic knock echoing throughout the room and to a small portion of the halls adjacent to it. The act repeated at a slow pace, wondering if at that very moment the woman would even appear behind it without a sound. Or maybe a more flashy entrance fit their style..Either or, it was more to learn from about their character.

Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:50 pm

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Artist: aivi & surasshu - Song: Overgrown Brambles - Word Count: 1104

This fortress seemed to be almost endless in terms of how massive it was. There were a series of seemly infinite corridors filled with more sci-fi equipment than you could shake a stick at. In some sectors, there were all sorts of wonderful experiments that could revolutionize Arrancarkind for the better behind some doors; whereas absolute terrors of the worst imagination were awaiting others. These could be heard on the lower corridors as the faint sounds of screaming, banging and purely unnatural signatures of energy surged within the facility. Even for Hollow Kind these signatures were quite chaotic and seemed to even be intermixed with demonic traces of energy.

None the less, nothing within even the most hellish experimental chambers were a threat to any current operatives within the base. The security protocols in which the Primera set-up would see to it that most of the bases darkest, and most potent secrets would be locked away and sealed under lock and key. Numerous guards, barriers, weaponry and other types of similar defenses were visibly seen. But -- there were other measures that weren't so easily detected. Ones that awaited in the shadows for any would-be criminal to be shocked and trounced upon should they so tempt their fate.

And the master of all these tricks and miracles was no doubt lurking within her base. For, after all, she had an appointment with one of her potential recruits and it would be rather rude not to make an appearance. Therefore, from the top floor would she then emerge and come out of her private room. Filled with many blueprints for different designs, enhancements, power charts and so on; the entire room could briefly be seen covered in them as numerous red holographic lights hovered through the cluttered, dark room.

But -- that was all that was seen. For the massive trap doors shut tight and the messy haired Primera was once again thrown into the sea of the waking world. Eyes sullen with darken rings, The Royal Mischevang certainly didn't look too regale in this instance. Split ends were covering her cherry red hair, her outfit seemed to be somewhat tattered and her overall demeanor screamed "exhausted". And while there were a plethora of ways she could clean herself up -- she chose not to.

There was no point to her in lying about this overworked state The Primera found herself in. It seemed that everyday she woke up there was always a new set of complex, tiring and miserable problems to be found. And as the weeks and months passed through this year, as to did the increasing feeling of dread further itself within Rose. Reaching to a point where she was often beginning to doubt whether she was better off alive or dead.

The world they lived was a forsaken one, most of the people were not to be trusted and most of the work was just mind-numbing if it weren't for the special time she had to invent her beautiful projects. It all just seemed so aimless, and almost pointless -- if she didn't keep herself busy. For that reason is why The Mischevang would give The Young Vasto a sit-down. As the pitter-patter of bare feet tapped against the steel and coldness of this now silent lab, the slender figure of the fatigued Espada emerged before the unnamed hollow.

"So, we meet again tall, dark and handsome."

Voice as dry and sarcastic as ever, the drab tone of The Mischevang's words echoed throughout the compound as she set her crimson sights on the shadowy figure before her. With a few observing glances, The Primera could indeed see some slight physical changes compared to the male she took notice of yesterday; but not enough to cause concern. If anything, it was amusing to see her brought his unconscious Arrancar friend with him. So, with her deduction, it didn't exactly take long to piece two and two together. Given the faint energy signature detected in the fainted schmuck, the intended purpose for him being here must've been related to his powers. So, she'd shrug and simply pop the question:

"I assume you are here for something related to your powers, no? If so, I'll lead the way and begin the process of integrating you into Shadow Fall."

With but a wave of her right hand did she then summon a holographic tablet to emerge before The Un-named Arrancar. It was amber in color and had a list of positions opened within the hollow branch of things within Shadow Fall. It was up to the foreign guest to pick one of his choosing that was suitable to his level of his power. From there, The Mischevang could handle everything else. And she'd make that clear enough.

"I've already gotten most things in order for your joining of our organization. Simply pick the position which you think you'll fit in the best. Descriptions of them are implanted in that device."

Then, with another parting glance of his body would Rose then be reminded of something. No name, no origin and no listing in her database. This person was truly living off the radar and it seemed rather odd that he wasn't listed in most of the documented residents of Hueco Mundo. Therefore, she'd give him a name since he didn't seem to give her one during their travels.

"And, for the sake of reference, I'll list you as Void. Everyone needs a name and that seems to fit in well with your lore, don't you agree?"

While folding her arms, The Espada would observe the reaction the vasto would give her in terms of that name bestowal. After all, it would get tiring referring to him as some unknown creature. Therefore, it was easier for her to just give him a name and be done with it.

"Or, if you have a real name or an alias, now would be the time to state it. I ran your energy signature and facial recognition in our database of residents, but there didn't seem to be much information on you. So type away, or whatever."

Thus, the ball was then in The Vasto Lorde's court to do with as he pleased. She'd merely wait to see what his intentions were, what position he would pick and where she would go in terms of assisting him if it did have something to do with his powers.

Tue Aug 11, 2015 12:02 pm

The wait lasted only a short time. From her hidden chamber, the crimson blade appeared once more for their second and proper meeting. Many things were a miss about the powerful Lolita this time though. Her condition seemed cracked, dull, signs of excessive application without fitting repair. They were surprising to say the least. What kind of work did the soul provide for her legion to conjure such a state of being? Any image of her abode was quickly cast away, locked behind doors of the strongest metal and preventing the eyes of an ever-curious Hollow from taking in much information. The grasp the Hollow kept on its beaten prop dispersed, carelessly dropping the unconscious soul to the metallic floor. Its eye wandered one last time over the room they joined together in. The apparent endlessness that the kingdom exuded and the mystery each path lead to was nearly as appealing as the soul of the temporal queen. For such a figure of power and authority, she certainly lacked many cliche characteristics, but that wasn't a bad thing.

"A pleasure as always, Rose. I hope you've been doing well since we last spoke." It had only been a day since their last meeting, but with the infection of the lost soul on the ground, to the Vasto Lordes it seemed like a few hundred years. The ability to experience the lives of others was such a useful trait, but it made waiting an unbearable process. Just the course of a week may have been a millennial's worth of time spent in the creature's mind. It gave an unorthodox perception of the manifested world around it; a place that it has never experienced in depth on its own accord, but at the same time has lived through thousands of times over. All it had to wait for this time was a single day though, a fortunate thing, since it was looking forward to their exchange here.

"Yes, that is partially it. It is important one has a decent understanding of my ability to benefit most from it. Someone as intellectually gifted as yourself especially, as my talents are less focused on the mundane and on a more....tactical level. We'll get to that soon enough though. " The creature thought about its words before and after it spoke. It didn't much like the spawn of Hell getting a good idea of its ability. Even the crimson blade was a risk, but one of matching blood that shared some kind of kindred feelings with it. Whatever their underlining goals were, there must have been some innate feelings toward the prosper of Hollow kind. Then there was that drive..To work to such an exhausted and ill state was a trait only those fully devoted to their personal cause tended to exhibit. Gazing forward, the puppet's eyes shifted toward the tablet manifested before it. It took only a moment to read through the listings and sets of information set aside each position. The fact the two leading forms of the Hollow Monarchy were Void was surprising, but useful. The question raised was would the woman permit it to take on such a role when they only so-recently met? After all, it was just now joining them. One never prospered without the audacity to ask and push for the best though.

"Viceroy would be nice, but posing as an Espada wouldn't be an impossibility either. For now, just mark me down as the former. It is probably a better place for my ability anyway." In terms of raw power, the parasite also lacked a great deal to some other ruling bodies in the world they resided in...But power was something easily gained for one such as it, and were it to gain compliance from the others, such a flaw will easily be removed. Its eyes raised once more to the Primera, more closely examining the signs of fatigue on her form. Most would disguise those traits before a meeting, which raised yet another question in the fiend's mind. Had she become too tired to care, or was not caring simply in her nature. Apathy had benefits of its own, some that made some souls more dangerous than they already are.

"You must be doing a lot of work as of late. Everything already prepared like this and much more behind the scenes. You should try giving yourself a break once our business is concluded. " Of course one couldn't afford many of those in their line of work, she certainly appeared to need one. If its memory served accurately, another of their kind had taken a temporal leave from the ruling force of the ten swords, leaving an unprepared soul suddenly flooded with tasks that didn't belong to them. The fact that she hadn't been completely overwhelmed by it all was impressive, but it was making an impact.

"Void is fine." It retorted again, retaining a relaxed composure and tone. "I briefly mentioned earlier the title of Ruvik, but that is just an alias. I've far too many of those to keep track of. I'll identify as such when needed. " The words that followed were no surprise. Nothing of interest had been picked up from what they found for a few reasons..One, it hadn't been around very long, and this worked to an advantage. There had been less time for its existence to be found and studied. On top of that; the face of the Hollow it remained in was not its own, but an irrelevant soul with a past as ordinary as any other Hollow. Now another thing presented itself before the nameless subject. What to put down..There wasn't much, most things had been forgotten even in such a short amount of time through the excessive memories it had taken in from the dozens of others it infested over the years. Even the details of its original host, bar the important factors were fuzzy.

"Probably because there isn't much to know about me, nor do you have the right face on record..Just one question. How many people aside you can access these files? Personally I prefer keeping things known by as few as I can, and it may be to your benefit to keep some things reserved to the Espada. It is always important to keep a few cards hidden in case things go sour at some point with the other ruling force. " While it was mostly to keep it power and true identity in a more enclosed area, the point wasn't wrong. The Hollows and Demons were alike in many ways..>And that was one reason for such a suggested outcome. They were too much alike. Greed, anger, all the wicked things people come to know on Earth were frequent major points in both species. Power and control is what they desired, and eventually that was going to lead to trouble between the two former factions. Were it to actually become a devoted piece to the army of their kind, personal gain for their half of the shadowfall coin was a strong interest. They needed tp keep an edge over the other side when possible, ensuring that in the end when that moment of division came to be, the Espada and Hollow kind wouldn't be outmatched.

Wed Aug 12, 2015 4:46 pm

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Artist: PSO2 OST - Song: Team Room - Word Count: 2016

With a metallic thud, the lifeless body of The Arrancar which was hunched over Void's back dropped to the floor. The Primera Espada gave it a parting glance as her weary eyes analyzed it further and pondered what she could do with it. If anything, The Mischevang figured she could design a much better specimen of her own research than this foul creature. What was presented to her was nothing more than a run of the mill grunt befitting only experimentation at best. But, alas, she'd hear out what the male had to say first as her dreary eyes shifted to the gaze of what she knew as "Void".

A pleasure, eh? She could say that. It wasn't as if the male was doing much to annoy her like many of the other creatures of this domain seem to have as of late. Therefore, she'd nod her head in agreement with the first part of what he said, but pause when it came to the "doing well" part. Yeah. That was a joke in it of itself. She hadn't been well for the better part of a year. Which is why her face started to ease over into a tired grin and she started a dry chuckle in response to it.

"Heh, I'd almost laugh myself into oblivion for that last bit. But yes, it's nice to see you haven't pulled out a knife and stabbed me yet. Points for not irritating me thus far."

Indeed, the mind of The Primera was spinning in retrospective of all the stressful events that had occurred over the year once again. With the rate her mind moved, she was able to accomplish thousands, if not, hundreds of thousands of experiments, power growths of her soldiers, development of Hueco Mundo's defenses, further research into Arrancar AND Hollow evolution, accelerated the resources their race had and overall managed their kingdom and affair to the best of her ability.

However, even with all of this, this was still just one person. And even with her unprecedented technological advancements, the spirit within her cybernetic shell still held a fractured soul. It was battered, broken and morphed into a monster -- but it was still very much a sentient beings with thoughts, emotions and heartache. Hence, with that sentiment expressed, this strain was getting to her on a personal level and all of these mindless task just seemed to burden her down bit by bit as she plundered aimlessly through Hueco Mundo's progression and growth.

Even in this conversation did her mind otherwise detach itself from reality and seemly lose itself in the vastness of these incinerate thoughts, complex formulas, whirlwind of memories and clusters of past-lived emotions and affection. It caused The Primera to then have a blank expression ease on to her face as her body felt quite -- hollow. But, the sounds of this creature's voice jogged her back to reality and The Espada's eyes gradually lit back up with life once again.

Once the words were ingested into Rose's consciousness, the purpose of his meeting became further clearer and she nodded her head to otherwise confirm she heard what he said. If nothing else, the best thing was most exceptional at was furthering the powers of others and putting them to good use. That was the forefront of her research and something she took great pride in. Thus, her mind was somewhat excited to otherwise tinker with another project; despite the dejected and empty expression The Primera's face held as she woke back up to the world around her.

"I'm sure I can be brought up to speed easily enough. Once focused, my mind is an unstoppable machine that doesn't stop until the code is cracked. So it'll be fun."

And, while not the biggest smile around, there was a weak, but genuine smirk that eased on to the Primera's lips. This hobby which turned into her life's work was something that brought relative comfort to The Espada. The reason for this is because whenever the weight of the world crushed her shoulders, she could turn and hide herself in endless expansions, experimentation, research projects, robotics, cybernetics and all over fields of advancement until her mind had long since distanced itself from any emotional troubles. It is why she spent day and night constantly going over endless methods to make Hueco Mundo as great as it could possibly be -- it was an escape.

Yet, reality always had a way of dragging you back in. And so would be the case when Void finally decided on his position. Rose's eyes flickered from lifeless to perkiness before she blinked a few times and mentally accessed their databases through her cybernetic mind. After a few administrative edits, The Primera paved the way for Void to be listed as a "Trial Viceroy" due to his interest in the position and relative skills to match the role.

That is, she was rather relaxed in making this decision because she had a fair assessment of what his potential energy level would otherwise be. Thus, he could make a decent candidate to hold his own on the field. While, with her observation, she could otherwise see if he would stand the test of time and grant him a prohibition period to see where it would go. If worse comes to worse, she'd just debunk him to a solider if he didn't live up to the position. With the absolute worst outcome being that she needs to terminate his contract with Shadow Fall outright.

"And like that -- you are in. I've enrolled you in a test position as a trial Viceroy. It's nice not having to bother with paperwork."

Following those drab words, Rose let out a tired yawn and seemed to stretch as she otherwise seemed quite pleased with herself. If it were up to those bumbling Shinigami? Tch, they'd probably be stuck in endless amounts of paperwork just to approve a simple clearance. There was a reason why many other factions were ahead of the Gotei 13 in this era -- and that was certainly one of them in the Primera's point of view.

Digressing, the mind of The Primera wondered as she rose a curious eyebrow at the male taking notice of her appearance. While it was true her workload was heavy, it was to be expected. That is, she wouldn't allow her sisters kingdom to just so idly turn to waste and have Hueco Mundo die. If there was anything in her power she could do to help maintain their home world? So be it. She didn't entirely feel happy about it, but not everything in life goes as planned. That stubborn love which lasted even through her transition into an Arrancar still so very much bonds her to Ashlei; despite the hardships the two have faced.

But, alas, Rose took a closer inspection of herself and she just saw no reason to change what her body reflected. It was a mirror to her soul and her soul was quite fatigued, exhausted and outright tired of everything. Yet, her determination, drive and ability to press through adversary allowed her to continue on and deal with the torment. Until the bitter end, Rose would see this through until she reached her threshold. No matter how demolished her sense of self was, the energy and love that lay within her heart would continue on as a faint flame in a sea of cold, damp darkness. Maintaining the warmth of her passion until the eventual the last of Rose's mind fired its last electric impulse and brain ceased to be.

Thus, with her resolve cleared, she only responded with these words:

"There is no rest in a position like this. Taking up leadership requires you throw your entire soul into it. With a ruthless species such as ours, I serve as its figurehead and no matter how barren and tattered things are personally, I'll simply keep on until my sister returns, my body fizzles out or I die. That is simply all there is to it."

Voice stern, rigid and loud; The Primera seemed to ease into a neutral expression as she expressed those words as best as she could to reflect her state of mind. Rubbing the eye crust from her eyes, The Espada then leaned back against a near wall and folded her arms as her fire red stare gazed back into Void.

"But, thanks for the concern. No sarcasm there, of course."

With that, she'd then close her eyes and tilt her head back to the steel plates of the walls around them in this metallic empire. And truly, she did mean that. It was a comforting thought, but not much luxuries could spared in Hueco Mundo in her mind. So, not to dwell too much on those negative thoughts, the eyes of the Primera once again opened and she made a few more edits to his listing in Shadow Fall upon hearing his true name.

Upon hearing it Rose came to a simple conclusion: she overlooked it during her own flights of internal fantasy. Funny. Oh well. That mistake could be easily rectified.

"Ruvik it is; hollow of endless faces and infinite names."

There was a sense of lackluster whimsy heard in her lowly excited voice as she bestowed him that peculiar title. Part of it was because her mind was just poking fun at him in an odd way, another was just because she wanted to break the melancholy thoughts in her own head and place something awkward in the conversation to keep things moving.

And move it did~

Apparently, the male was interested in just keeping these confidential. So, being that she had the authority to create sealed documents, it only took a few mental adjustments to initiate the task of concealing those files on his name, face, rank and ability from everyone but herself. Many blips of white light could be seen coming out of the eyes of The Primera until this process was completed in a matter of a few seconds.

"Done and done."

With a simple shrug of her shoulders, the deed was complete and The Primera started to walk further into the murky depths of their lair. Motioning for him to follow, she'd eventually start walking down a long corridor of pathways until she'd arrive towards a large gated door. Turning on her heels, The Sleepy-Eyed Mischevang would then face Ruvik and state the reason for why they came all this way:

"To keep things simple: what awaits behind these doors is an experimental facility I designed myself. It's constructed in a way to help analyze your power, assist me in my calculations and eventually project a graph to help accelerate your power. So I'll disclose this in saying I'll be dissecting quite a wealth of information about your abilities. If you have wet feet about it, now is the time to address it as I won't do anything against your consent."

And with that, The Primera Espada would slap a gray button and the doors would begin to unhinge and open at a slow rate. What awaited behind them was a strong, silver fog that eventually gave way to a purely white-lit room. If Ruvik should so chose? The experiments could begin and The Espada would do what she does best: augment and evolve.

Thus, she'd fold her arms together and await to see what hte reaction would be from the fellow hollow and see what option he would decide to pursue. The clock was ticking and she wanted this choice to be made rather quickly as Rose started tapping her arm and foot in response. Her mind was now moving at a million miles per second and she was internally giddy at the thought of having her playtime.

Thu Aug 13, 2015 12:41 pm

Things certainly weren't progressing as Ruvik had anticipated. It was going much more smoothly, not even much questioning in return to its unorthodox remarks and desires. The ruling force of Hueco Mundo had progressed vastly from the earliest borrowed memory it had of the realm. The reign of technology in their time had risen to unfathomable levels since the original Espada were forged some years ago, and the presiding Rose represented one of the highest points one could apply it. Traits of better understanding toward the new era of technological innovation were something it surely needed to pick up at some point. At the same time though, the act of research and development was a time consuming act..Maybe coming across another gifted soul and enlisting them as a personal technician on the side would be more effective. Either could suffice, and in time one will come to be.

"I do try to make a decent first impression at the least, Rose. Being stab-happy wouldn't do well in that regard, nor as my last impression." Save for when dealing with opposing souls, that matter remained true for most people. The creature functioned more on manipulation, charisma, and instilling a more positive outlook of itself on those it desired to work with than raw power and force. It was quicker, less draining and especially more effective at these unfortunately weaker moments in its existence where getting in too many exhibitions could lead to a premature evisceration. Taking that approach with one of such power, intellect, and influence over the realms of their kin should have been a natural thing even for those not following the same lifestyle.

A midst their meeting, the signs of building fatigue and even absence if mind were apparent on the woman's face. I wasn't very healthy. If one were to bring themselves to such a state, all they will bring is less efficiency from themselves. Of course in a society like theirs it was more important than in most to maintain consistency and a look of power. For that same reason one needs to be at their most mentally well at all times. At least in the thoughts of the parasite, such states tended too bring about mistakes, especially in more demanding tasks such as combat. That could be addressed later though. At mention of the sword's ability to rapidly analyze and adapt to new data, the Hollow simply nodded its temporal host's head. Such was to be expected from, not only a capable leader, but any intelligent member of the Espada. The notion of it being fun was mutual. The applications of its ability were diverse and ever changing, a medium that had plenty of room to expand on and experiment a myriad of ideas and concept with.

The Hollow blinked, a brief look of surprise crossing its mask at how quickly its suggested position had been designated and accepted. She must have had some degree of certainty in its competence, or a larger understanding of its unorthodox nature than it thought she knew. In either case, everything would be revealed soon enough, and by the end of their interaction much would be left to gain for both parties. The Adjuhas smiled, briefly chuckling once the thought sunk in. Sometimes it really was as simple as asking for what one desired and getting it. Even if it were only a test as of the moment, there were no doubts in the fiends mind that the position would leave it unless it relinquished it at their own volition.

"It must be. I'm surprised some still use a slow medium like that. I'll be sure not to disappoint. I was surprised the position was open when looking through the records..Though it seems the branch in general is a tad underpopulated..I'll be sure to be remedy that shortly. " With the title, such a feat would be easy. Once things were over between the two of them, the next task; as it had intended regardless, would be to venture to the endless deserts; or perhaps even the world of the living, and begin gathering a new league of followers. The new state of the world and the Demon uprising had everything perfect for it to attempt another rise in power on a far grander scale than the barbaric tribes of the Hollow Kingdom of the Menos Forest. That left the question of where to go first..Perhaps inspecting the few souls already involved with the monarchy and gifting them his mark. There were only two of note, neither especially impressive, but nor inferior..They were average souls it could take t a level above their current state and begin empowering the place it ruled in only a matter of hours. It will need to be done eventually regardless.

Ruvik stood quietly at her reply to his remark about her present state. Her resolve shined clearly in that moment, but at the same time it gave the creature a sense that it was even more unnecessary. It was true being a leader took much effort and the entire contribution of their existence to a cause, but to deprive ones self of any rest at all was foolish..Or it seemed that way to it at least. For the sake of their combined cause and with the words of her perception on the table, the Hollow puppet spoke once again; for the last time on the subject before their interests pushed onward. Perhaps it would at least resurrect the thought at a later time.

"Your determination toward your role is admirable, Rose. However, even with such devotion and your ability to contend with every issue placed in your way, working to such a state isn't healthy. Your own mental wellness and energy should matter for more reason than your own health. Not to doubt your ability or anything, but fatigue causes mistakes, degradation in your thoughts and actions. Its better for the group as a whole that you're at your best and rested to assure you're always operating at your fullest. I'm not saying drop everything, but surely there are some things you can delegate to your subordinates to open up some time for yourself. If you don't have any able to handle a few things for a short time, then working to oblivion or meeting an untimely demise could pan out very badly. " Whether those words fell on deaf ears or made an impact would be left up to the crimson blade herself. It spoke not from its own soul, but from the empathetic memory of past victims it had come to consume and become part of. Though experiencing the life of every subject it consumed was a pain, it offered plenty of unique advantages; including a partial understanding of the mental troubles of others..

Things progressed, the arrangement of their union coming closer to the final binding parts. Ruvik wasn't its real name either, but it did fit more than any other for these circumstances. It chose various titles based on the species of the body it inhabited; Ruvik pertained to the most native flesh of Arrancar and Hollow alike. Perhaps when it finally developed into a complete entity, tat name would become its final title and definition. A long road remained until that point, and to get there would take many more faces and millennium of experiences to achieve. Things continued as smoothly as they began, the seal of its fact and essence put in place at simple request. Whether or not it remained that way was uncertain, but it would trust her for now. The only way for their joint evolution was to put some degree of faith in the other for a time.

"Delightful." The Hollow stepped forward as Rose departed further into the abyss of her fortress. However, the two would not be alone..Well, it wouldn't seem that way. The fallen body of the Arrancar grunt served a much higher purpose than a display of power or as a test subject. They were the piece to demonstrate the most basic and important aspect of the parasite's power. It did involve application of a lesser ability in tune with that, but it wasn't the main point. The formerly lifeless subject pushed their hands against the metallic floor; quickly pushing themselves back up and returning to their feet and full height of six feet. The creature did not speak, make any sudden motions or act anything more than the cliche of a zombie. Not even a groan escaped them.

Ruvik followed Rose, the subjugated Arrancar behind them walking after them at sluggish pace. The essence of darkness filled their body, but was still sinking it. At the least they could follow for the time were their venture not stopped by the Primera's word. The Hollow didn't react strangely at all to the arisen Arrancar, so perhaps that detail alone would hint at the intended nature of their return to consciousness. The yellow eyes of the Adjuhas puppet wandered during their walk, scanning the endless pathways that built the enormous building around them. It was potentially even more vast and diverse than it expected from initial entry.

They came to a stop before twin doors of steel. Their destination had been reached, and it could only wonder what kind of things were locked away in that chamber. The Hollow turned to Rose as she spoke, the Arrancar staying a dozen feet behind them without making a sound. Its thoughts came to be confirmed at her explanation. While it could simply explain the entirety of what it could do, the advanced tests involved with the facility could prove more amusing than a lengthy explanation for the both of them. It didn't have a problem with anything suggested, but there was a single thing it needed to address.

"Do whatever you desire, Rose. I'm curious myself how my talents scale on a measured level. Just one request. Can you avoid any excessively bright lighting? If that was ever a present factor in things. I just hate being blinded. Just a personal qualm. Maybe even turn down the normal lighting a bit. Other than that, go wild. I'll also be using your former soldier as a demonstration piece. " And with that said, the Hollow walked forward to the now-opened chamber. From this point on the creature raised its guard, feeling out the area as it approached. The standard Arrancar followed in its footsteps, never even crossing eyes with their former commanding officer; less they make an act of sorts toward them.

The two of them passed through the fog, both alert under the command of the Void inside their souls. They came to a stop near the ,middle of the room, looking in opposite directions to observe the entirety of everything around them. The white lighting was a slight bother, but nothing too excessive.. Still, hopefully that would dim down to a more dull glow soon. Now all there was left to do is wait for the unorthodox challenges to be presented before it. It didn't have many tools to apply at the moment, but it was enough for simple testing. If not everything were up to application throughout the events,explanation could always be provided afterwards, possibly even during what was about to unfold.

Mon Aug 31, 2015 9:47 am

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Artist: David O'Brian - Song: Mystery Train - Word Count: 2044

Along the way to their venture into the depths of Rose's Laboratory, The Arrancar certainly brought up some interesting topics. One of the first that The Royal Mischevang seemed to slowly take notice and observe his lack of obsession with stabbing things into an utter oblivion. Honestly, if The Primera had a dollar for every foe she has come across that had been like -- she'd be eternally rich. So, it was a breath of fresh air for her to indulge in someone who wasn't utterly out for malice and blood. Still, there were doubts, but no cause for concern just yet. Thus, she'd respond to his first bit of dialogue with a relaxed tone of voice.

"I like a man who can keep himself composed. It's a rarity to find that these days with how hecktive our kind can be. So hopefully the first impression of myself is just as kindred as yours."

Once she was finished speaking, there seemed to be a slight laugh given by The Espada as she seemed mildly amused by his surprise. If The Primera had to guess, she'd assume that he was a bit taken back by how swiftly things moved. That's simply how efficient The engineer of Hollowkind worked. With the wonders of the 25th century, coupled together with her talents and abilities, she devised a means for both sides to work quickly and with the utmost of power. Anything less would be a discredit to the resources she had to bring to the table.

Which is why when the topic of the Gotei 13 came up again from The Hollow's comments about them, Rose couldn't wrap around her mind around the fact that they were still using such primitive means of communication and technology when compared to the might Shadow Fall possessed. Nevertheless, The Primera would give a slight shrug of a shoulders and than pat her comrades shoulder to give him a sign of encouragement from her end.

"Like waves from the sea, the tide of members goes in and out. I'm sure we'll do fine soon enough as it is all a cycle the repeats. But it's always nice to receive a helping hand."

The tone of voice from The Primera seemed to be rather soft in that moment as she smiled back at him. To her, it seemed rather nice to have someone to share decent conversation with that wasn't another drone or so. As, being in this position tended to get rather -- lonely. After all, this loneliness was the reason why their original meeting had been in the out lands of New Hueco Mundo. The isolation and deprivation that The Espada placed herself under for this position ran deep within herself and it was nice to speak to a person without absolute blood lust in their heart.

With that said, it is for this reason why she would pay more attention to what he started speaking of when it came to her condition. And honestly -- it didn't matter much to her at the time. The physical state of her being was always little more than an afterthought. If push came to shove, there were enough resources to go around to induce more energy for her body to feast off of. Yet, at the same time, she could clearly see what he was saying in terms of everyone needing their rest. But in her position? There was simply no such thing as rest. She needed to be constantly vigilant and always on guard for the sake maintaining the unity and strength of their kingdom.

However -- it did bring up a noticeable idea to her. Perhaps she should invest in spawning more creations to better help with these task. In fact, The Primera started jotting down mental blueprints for numerous new projects to be put into play with the assistance of The Demi Network. Numerous sorts of expansions to security, cybernetic creations and even replicas of herself were being designed and one could almost see the light in her eyes fill over with brilliance as Rose's mind ignited with imagination, thought and glee for what was to come down the road.

When she came down from her inventive high, The Primera Espada looked back at Ruvik and poked his shoulder.

"I wouldn't say you are wrong in that regard. So, I've gone ahead and made plans to shorten the workload for myself already. And with more active hands coming to the threshold, maybe I can relax somewhat, but I'll still need an active front."

Then, as her tone started off playful, it slowly transitioned and morphed into a more serious tone as she started reflecting on what qualities it took to lead others. After having watched so many organizations come and go, The Primera Espada instead to be the pillared that laid down the foundation to otherwise help maintain their order. In fact, perhaps her sister was slowly turning into someone incapable of doing that and there were slight thoughts of simply keeping the title to herself. After all, it is only within a persons nature to have these intrusive thoughts and Rose was no exception.

Despite those tempting thoughts, though, she wouldn't dwell in them for too long. No. She needed to give her subordinate an answer and carry on the conversation. Thus, with a more stern tone, she'd continue:

"Without a proper leader, most factions tend to simply cave in on themselves. Look at the Monsuta, Gotei 13 and so on. I refuse to have that happen to our kind and I'll simply do what it takes to maintain our power."

Then, after making her point, The Primera would let out a tired sigh and wondered if this plight would ever truly be over. And the answer to that question seemed to be a repeating: no. If life was a struggle, then the after-life of monsters was truly a greater one. Endlessly, this cycle of high's and low's would repeat for eternity. It was enough to demoralize some, but Rose wasn't one to give up so easily; even if every fiber of her being wanted to. So, no matter what, the resolve within herself wanted to push through and find a way. If only, in some twisted way, to make her sister recognize and appreciate the work her love spawned into this kingdom of theirs for The Mischevang Family.

But, alas, that was a sentiment for another day. They had more important matters to attend to and this involved getting to the root of trying to analyze her allies power. Which is why she once again paid attention to the familiar tagging along with them. From what Rose understood, there was bound to be some form of connection or another to those whom this creature kills or makes bounds with. So, it stands to reason that perhaps she could simply create a synthetic or cybernetic shell that he may be able to synchronize with. One which could otherwise serve to bolster his capacities a bit more and allow for some freedom. Sketches were already coming into her mind by the dozen and an idea was forming together soon enough.

By the time that that Hollow already accepted The Primera's offer, the lights in the are dimmed all around them and a slight red glow was all that lit up the range around them. Judging from his comments, it was obvious enough to her that this male thrived in the darkness and that is most likely where their venture into expansion was going to have to turn in order to bring out his potential more.

At any rate, since the male was in her chambers, the experiment could begin. Therefore, Rose would shut the chamber doors shut and a dense atmosphere of energy would soon surge into the facilities. This meant that the space around them was now being compressed and sealed in order to prevent any of the after shocks of their trial from shaking up the base. Which meant that Rose had something quite -- explosive -- in mind to start things off with.

The Mischevang leaped into the air and positioned herself to a balcony two stories up away from Ruvik as she hummed a placid melody. With a few mental commands into the Demi Network, The Espada devised a hateful investigation to be put underway in order to further evaluate the male's power. From the depths of one of Shadow Fall's prison camps, four men entered the facility with blindfolds and chains kept around their bodies. Each of them were shinigami in nature and all of them had committed crimes against Shadow Fall. Therefore -- they were expendable as they took the lives of their comrades during war.

"So, here is your first task: demonstrate to me the different functionalities of your ability. Use one of the males for offense, utilize defense for the stronger one, demonstrate to me the supplemental boost from your affinity to the darkness and the fourth one.....welll....surprise me on that."

After Rose's voice was projected all throughout the chambers, a loud buzzing noise echoed throughout the room and the four Shinigami were released into the battlegrounds. All of them had their Zanpukto's discarded, but they were probed and experimented on by Shadow Fall to test a drug. A drug that otherwise bolstered their physical strength by three times and made all of the slender-looking males advanced in strength, speed and durability. Taking them eons above their beginner stats and attempting to thrust them into the cusp of master-hood. However, their minds were all but gone at this point -- which meant it needed further refinement. Especially given the fact that each of these men were around a 3-1 level at best.

Still -- it would be amusing to see the results of this other experiment for Rose. Thus, the beast started surrounding Ruvik all around. One to his right, one to his left and the other two from behind and front. One Shinigami from the front launched straight at him with a hulking punch, the other from behind aimed to chew straight into his skin and the last two seemed to move away from The Hollow and sought to tackle his parasitic assistant to the ground. They weren't the sharpest tools in the shed with their minds having been degraded so far, but what they lacked in brain they more than made up with in brawn. So it would be up to her new comrade to decide on what method would work best on these barbaric grunts.

Therefore, The Primera would have all of her resources at the ready in order to record and begin compiling a progressive chart to further evolve and adapt the male's power based on the results of this conflict. The more she recorded of his ability, the higher she could undoubtedly take his ability. So, she was rather curious to see where this all went and there was a small smile upon her face as she also got to torment those lowly bastards who dared got in her way. After all, within Rose's morals, the lives of those who dared to be her enemy were nothing more than play things to tinker around with. So, effectively, in her mind, she was killing two birds with one stone. Hence, a small smile eased onto her face as the fun and games were about to begin.

"So, Ruvik, now is the time to flex those manly muscle of yours and show me what you got~"

There was also a hint of teasing and flirting felt in the way those words came across, but The Primera was enjoying herself and it was almost to be expected as she started laughing slightly afterward. This was a great way to de-stress for her and to watch the results of this experiment was akin to indulging in a night of mindless television. Hence, all that was left for him to do was let loose and go wild for The Primera Espada~

Tue Sep 01, 2015 9:10 am

The lighting dimmed. replaced by only a dull red glow that fit much more in tune with the aspect of darkness. The Hollow pondered just what kind of things the Primera had in mind for these tests.Nothing mundane hopefully, but given her character, he doubted such a thing. It was a good thing it had the chance to warm up its ability just a few hours prior to their meeting. Whatever unorthodox trials were to be thrown its way would be conquered. Of course, this was more than a simple exhibition. It was a matter of observation, so keeping things versatile and distributing a wide range of technique was just as important as accomplishing the task itself. There were only a few things in its arsenal for the moment, but they would serve it well for the time. One particular talent in its grasp came to mind though. The third of its trilogy of power wouldn't have any real application here. If need be, he could always explain the nature of it after.

These thoughts were brought to silence as its task finally arrived. The Hollow, along with the secondary Arrancar host both looked onward, observing the team of captured prisoners analytically. They didn't appear special at a glance, but one could never underestimate a complete unknown in these circumstances. Just from the look on their faces, it became clear they had been mentally tortured and degraded to the point of being zombies. Any chance of exercising the Contract seemed gone at that point. An entity devoid of will and intelligence could seldom be enlisted under its unique effects..As for everything else at its disposal, they would still suffice as exemplary pieces on the board. They were all shinigami as well, natural enemies of their kind since the dawn of their existence. Upon closer inspection, it was even clear they were deprived of their zanpakto. Putting up four captured soldiers without their weapons in trial through battle didn't seem very appropriate, but a sneaking feeling washed over the parasite that they were much different than they appeared.

It could feel the malice in their souls. Though their minds had become lost, the vile intent and disdain toward Rose and likely Hollows in general still resonated heavily. It had become engrained in their very being. Such vibes could often lead to a more challenging adversary to most, but for Ruvik it only made things all the easier. His yellow eyes watched over them, waiting for things to kick off. The sound of the Primera's voice echoed through the chamber, the orders given and things moving into place. Three objectives..It seemed simple enough. Defense wasn't something it enjoyed, but well in the applications of its techniques.The less mentally active Arrancar host began to sharpen their senses, the more intellectual aspects of the fragment in their soul manifesting. It had been long enough since the dawn of their meeting for the fusion to properly finish. With that in order, the both of them were set to combat the deceptively simple threat before them.

As the four Shinigami surrounded the Hollow, it instinctively allowed its power to flourish. No longer would it be restricted under the limitations of the host. A malevolent vibe coursed through the chamber, specs of black spiritual essence forming in the air around the bi-pedal Hollow. Soon the traces of darkness evolved into a complete aura around them. It flowed like water, coursing randomly around the creature and leaving multiple apparent openings in the construct. Though not its full strength, the first barrier had been broken. A similar happening occurred with the secondary host. Though a cloak did not form around them, dark energy started to pour out from their flesh and an enormous increase in their power took form. The soldier that once only acted as fodder now grasped the power of a competent warrior. There was a pause, the slowed perception of time before everything broke away and chaos claimed the small confines of the chamber.

In the moments before it all began, the Hollow spoke, its words directed at Rose despite its eyes watching over the Shinigami puppets around it. A smile crossed it and it lightly chuckled at her words. " Of course, Rose. I've been waiting for a time to stretch for some time now. Just make sure you can keep up with everything and enjoy the show. " The scientist must have been used to observation and taking notes, but in the next few moments, a lot was going to happen. Multiple abilities, players, attacks, collisions and more compact to a somewhat small space and in a small frame of time. The pause ended and everything moved in a flash of speed even the parasite wasn't expecting. Still, it was nothing it couldn't contend with.

The four soldiers split up into groups, two per target.Their speed was impressive, possibly even faster than the fiend itself. Any normal Shinigami shouldn't have been able to achieve such pace without extensive power or the aid of their own unique talents. Given mental degradation, they likely didn't even have access to efficient use of their primary racial techniques either. That only only point to the work of the organization itself shifting their strength to a higher caliber than they could normally operate. Whether that actually be the case or these four simply having more access to their natural skills than it first accounted for, they needed to be dealt with. While it may not have had the ability to contend in a straight bout of strength, it did have surprise, a multitude of appendages, and multiple augmentations to tap into if need be.

The barrier forged in darkness around the Hollow rapidly converged toward their front. the back portion of the veil seemed to vanish, and even the remaining half of the construct diminished. Rather than being deconstructed, the essence of the Darkness was being compacted, multiple layers upon layers of the unknown energy coming together in a fraction of a moment to create a smaller, but exceedingly denser piece of armor. This remaining segment of the cloak only covered a small area slightly larger than a fist. Due to how immensely compact it had become, the barrier had defensive potential far beyond the cloaks normal capacity. Even compared to the common Hierro, the basic from of the Darkness Cloak was inferior. However, when built up to such a state, the layers upon layers of material thinned into a single space could absorb an impact dozens of times greater than normal.

The construct moved from the Hollow's will alone, moving in the path of the Shinigami's fist perfectly. Such a level of defense may have not been needed, but it wanted to be sure and could showcase some of the versatile aspects the cloak possessed. The slave's fist connected with the black shield; the force of the strike causing bits of dark spiritual energy to spill in every direction. Multiple layers cracked under the force of the strike, some breaking down entirely. Even those that were surpassed attained purpose though. When one layer broke down, the remainder of it that scattered outward quickly returned to the source; forging new layers to the punch-sized barrier and further strengthening it as it took damage. The force eventually died down from velocity; leaving only the subjects strength to contend with the many layers of the barrier. Its gaze remained focused on the single soul in front of it, not even looking at the attacker from the rear.Though they didn't face them, a much darker and more malevolent fate crossed their path.

For the split moments between their initial charge and the effort to land a bite on its flesh, nothing happened. It almost seemed like Ruvik had forgotten the second soldier existed and ignored them entirely. It was only when they were inches from the Hollow that things happened. It all occurred in a flash, the true form of the parasite manifesting from their back. One of the three main pieces of the creature appeared in the exact spot The Shinigami aimed to sink their teeth into. It was a black serpent, crimson red eyes glowing on its face and rows of shark-like teeth in open display. Sharp spines aligned along its back and wisps of ethereal energy resonated from its body. The creature darted forward like a bullet, picking up top speeds without a need for gathering momentum.

At the same time, multiple tendrils of black energy matching the texture of the serpent-like being pushed out from the Hollow's back. They moved toward the Shinigami's appendages, some moving to wrap around their limbs and keep them in place. Others sharpened their ends to a form nearly like a blade and opted to stab into their flesh. Should those needle-like bits succeed, their next move altered the very shape of the constructs inside the target's body. They shifted from neelde to a hook-like form, grabbing the Shinigami from the inside and aiding the goal of preventing their escape. Each piece had the strength of a pulling arm, aiming to overwhelm the raw power of the foe's strength by a multitude of restricting forces taking place at once.

The main event involved the serpent on the offensive. It darted for the open maw of the monstrous Shinigami the body contorting and thinning out to fit in the space of their mouth. Even if they managed to close it in time, the creature continued forward with vastly superior strength to the individual shape-shifting tentacles around them. Its goal to smash through the foe's teeth if needed and shift part of its body through the gaps in their maw to fit together on the other side. If the attack were successful in invading the Shinigami's body, it'd dart down their throat, expanding to normal size as it did. The spines along its back cut against the inside of their throat, potentially even ripping it open and showing the creature's passage by the blood-covered spikes showing on the outside.

The serpent's maw opened wide, biting through as much flesh, tissue, and bone as possible. The physical body of the Shinigami would have bloated in the shape of the serpent's venture, immense pain and agony ravaging them from the inside out and a swift demise sure to follow if nothing had been done. Of course things only got worse. Crimson sparks appeared around the Hollow's back, multiple streams of electricity moving through each tendril and the serpent itself. From every piece of its body touching the victim, electricity would discharge at every point. It carried the same effects as traditional lightning; bar a few unique aspects. The red coloration composed the current of a unique energy called Malevolence. It functioned much like normal spiritual power, but fed off the hatred and malice of those around him. it even had the special property of halting the regenerating of cells while effecting a target, making the aggressively violent assaults of the parasite all the more lethal to its prey.

Unless stopped, the parasite would continue ripping through flesh and bone until it eventually found the Shinigami's center. After inflicting enough damage to critically wound them; should it have never been ceased at a point prior, the creature would finish with a final lunge from their insides. Its teeth bit through everything in its path. Its destination was to rip through the Shinigami's heart in one foul swoop, bursting toward the chest and aiming to cut through it with its sharp spines. Had all gone as intended, the creature will rise from the nearly-dead foe, its body covered in entrails and the pierced heart of the victim in its maw. The teeth clenched down on the organ, crushing it and swallowing it whole just as quickly as it had appeared.

The entire gore-filled progress happened in only a few seconds, taking a moment longer than the conclusion of the more simplistic defense applied to the first Shinigami. Any actions were tweaked on a dime to account for new information as it was uncovered, the shifting nature of its body offering great versatility in contending with sudden changes. The main concerns igt had during all of it was the strength of the two around it. In a single test of strikes it would surely lose against them, but with tactical placement of nearly a dozen appendages working against one; alongside the pain and damage done from their insides, it may have overwritten that obstacle.

While all that took place, the secondary host prepared for the two soldiers task with dealing with them. Their speed was just as impressive as the original two, and the Arrancar didn't have the same power as the Hollow due to only holding a fragment of the creature's essence. That did permit reason to supply the third requirement of the test. As the two Shinigam lunged forward in a joint effort to tackle down the Arrancar, its body began to change. All the muscles under its flesh bulged, expanding slightly and changing the appearance of the soldier to a more buff, expanded look. Their power increased along with this augmentation, but above even that was the bolster to their physical characteristics.

The Arrancar's strength had been more than doubled from what it once was. Even before their physical prowess was impressive compared to their original form, but now it had gone to a new level all-together. Given the trial, Ruvik had no intention of ending things there. It took things even farther by fueling the boost in strength with the power of malevolence. It could feed off the very violent nature of the four soldiers in the room; and even slightly the nefarious vibes of Hollow kind throughout all of Hueco Mundo,. The red electricity crackled loudly around the soul, their hand reaching for their zanpakto and tightly grasping it.

Using the new physical power at their disposal, the secondary host darted toward the two Shinigami. However, rather than face them head on; it proceeded with a more skillful execution of attack. Moments before a collision, the Arrancar spun to the right; moving just out of their arm's reach for an attack. Given the addition of a blade while they lacked one, this gave the possessed scout greater range to strike from during their passing. He swung the blade at an arc; aiming to cut the Shinigami's arm on the closer side to it.

There wasn't an end to this chain of events though. Yet another factor had been added on to it all. From the Arrancar's shoulder a dark serpent exactly like the one from the main host manifested. Rather than lunge for an attack, it stretched high into the air; staring at the two Shinigami as they passed and preparing an attack of its own. The creature's mouth opened wide, a bright, crimson light resonating from the abyss of their maw. It charged quickly, rays of spinning red filling the chamber and an orb of destructive energy gathered between its teeth.

The second serpent unleashed the destructive blast toward the two mutated foes. The beam shot out like a bullet, aiming to consume both targets in its destructive power. Though an ordinary cero, its power didn't quite match one. The malefic energy it called upon to fuel the weaker hosts body had the added effect of merging with the parasite's own spiritual power. Lightning coursed through the blast, bolstering its power substantially and increasing the radius of the explosion. Were they to be struck or not, the cero erupted into a mass of fire and brilliant red light. Shock-waves coursed through the room for a few moments from the impact.

Due to the unique hive mind shared between hosts, the main body was unphased by the explosion. They knew to focus on their stability, firmly planting their feet on the floor and braced for the minor fluctuation caused by the explosion. Neither planned for the blast to wipe out either of the soldiers, but their durability was another unknown. While one was expendable, there were unique plans in the back of its mind for the second and fourth soldier. It was going to showcase everything it could do for the time being, but the real reason it suggested feats of its unique powers didn't relate to what it could do now, but the potential they could achieve given proper opportunity.

Ruvik calculated his next moves based on the outcomes of the first batch of actions. It could only guess Rose's reaction to the creature's acts and the reveal of its true face..Well, two of the four at the least. Maybe she didn't even think they were the actual Hollow, but a manifestation of their energy. It certainly looked that way with their plasma-like composition.

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