Welcome to the Jungle(Arabella/Yaksha)

In the land of hollows there seemed to be many things afoot. Creatures roaming in the menos forest had been hoping to find an easy meal in a rare site. A human was in their midst. Now normally you’d think that this meant that it’d be easy to sneak up on the person and attack them. This human actually didn’t even have any spiritual signature beyond the one that a powerless human would generally perceive to be. Probably because of this hundreds of hollows had flocked to the area that the human had been, each one salivating over the thought of having something to eat finally beyond one another.


”... It’d make sense that i got lost here.”


Her words remained silent while the hollows came wave after wave around her, her red eyes gleaming in the dark, raven black hair framing a pure white face. To many she would seem to be simply another weak girl and as her breath left her mouth her foot had slid slightly back. Planted at a forty five degree angle. Her sword still in it’s scabbard had been resting horizontally in her hands while hollows began to move closer and closer to her. Forty meters. Thirty meters. Twenty. Ten. They got to the point she could see the hunger and starvation in their eyes before she finally moved. Now to see what she did it would require time to be slowed down many frames since to the naked eye it would merely look like the hollow exploded and she hadn’t moved at all.


What had happened during this time was the sheathed sword had snaked around at speeds exceeding mach five. Her foot had slid and her body had lunged forward giving her the reach needed which was roughly 6 feet. The sheath then in a span of time less than a nanosecond had smashed into the mask of the hollow. Even though it was just the sheath the force behind that blow was absolutely enormous. Strong enough that the mask wouldn’t just simply shatter. It would have been reduced to ash and whatever it was that lurked within a hollows head was sent splattering out over it’s comrades before the hollow swayed back and forth before finally falling down on it’s knees and keeling over sideways disintegrating as it went down.


Then her body pivoted around on her back leg, the force whipping up sand around her while her sheath slammed into another hollow. Now you’d think that a blunt object like a sheath wouldn’t be enough to bifurcate an opponent. If you thought this you’d think right, her weapon was too big to bifurcate an opponent by cleaving them in two. However simply because of the speed and force behind this savage blow it allowed her to tear through the hollow splitting the upper body from the lower body causing it to splatter. However it wouldn’t break apart because of the way she had destroyed it. By not breaking the mask she had made it so the body would be unable to regenerate but it also didn’t release the soul so it was stuck in limbo.


Then she launched into the fray her back foot skidding backwards while the front dug in rolling to the tips of her toes. Launching off she utilized the low centralized gravity afforded by this to slide into the ranks her sword’s sheath smashing into a hollows leg which gave a satisfying snapping sound before the sheath jerked up to knock a hole through it’s skull. In this way she rapidly disposed of hollows left and right, before she had gotten through the throng and set her sheath back at her side, her head tilting over her shoulder as she said quite calmly, in her naturally monotone voice


”You all just aren’t worth the effort. Things without blood in their veins are not worth it to me.”
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Amongst the broken, the fallen and the slain another had decided to approach the female human that had walked in their midst, a being who had quickly then fought against them, and destroyed them. Arabella’s initial reaction was one any warrior would have, her blade angled slightly forward and her step changed in gait to match the length that would be needed to swing her sheathed blade out at such a speed that the paltry distance between them could be spanned in less than a second. It would take a blink of an eye if she wished to truly be upon the male in front of her. But what she was looking for wasn’t simply a fight. What she was looking for was something that would easily alleviate her boredom. Something that would span the broken moments in her eternity so that she could find the reason that she naturally existed in this world. However right in this moment, in this second what she was focused upon was not the future it was the present.


And the present had thrown her a curveball. Speaking to her in a way that was strange, the masked creature before her seemed to be quite the chatty one. Taking in his facial expressions what she got was excitement, he seemed to be rather intrigued with her and excited about her presence. Then the male went babbling on about human morals, about how humans who were wronged by hollows sought revenge and about how hollows also sought revenge from humans. It was an amusing concept, and the likes of the sueki couldn’t help but slowly allow her weapon to angle horizontally, while not moving other than that she calmly replied with as little emotion as possible, as if the words she said had no inflection of her own personal feelings, morals or wants/dreams.


” Yes humans are contrite and contradictory in general. It stems from a short life-spans and ever degrading morals. It’s all the technology, it makes them impatient and honestly it doesn’t help that they have a holier than thou complex about them. In their eyes everything is second-class in the wake of their greatness. What about it though? You speak of humans and yet you don’t seem very concerned about the very words you are spouting out of your mouth at this point in time.”


Another thing that became apparent was the male was scooting closer, closer and closer as he talked. As if trying to close the gap between them in a way that wasn’t threatening to the female before her. It was because of this that the slightest twitch of the females hand would be the only visual indicator of exactly what happened next. However the physical indicator was a miniature explosion in the dirt infront of the likes of the hollow. Her expression remaining indifferent and calm and yet, when she looked at him. The age reflected in those eyes had to be ancient, eyes that had seen many atrocities, had endured much and survived much. They had a gravity to them and eventually the male seemed to begin talking about something else. How different humans were about their way of going about things.


”.Don’t come any closer. .Humans also kill, steal, fight, fuck, and do all other sorts of immoral and unethical facts simply because it fits their fancy. What of it hollow, you aren’t exactly in the right place to ramble. Not out here.”


Eventually the hollow had hopefully stopped trying to come closer to her, She slowly waited and eventually she got a name from this stranger. Yaksha was the strange mans name and when she heard it the female exhaled and kept her blade at guard in her otherwise relaxed posture however because she had a name to go with his face she would give him a name as well.


”..I am known as Arabella”


She’d purposefully not answer his question of what she was doing here though. Because she had no clue why she was here if she was going to be perfectly honest.



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Arabella simply listened to what the man said. How he said it. Even with is bipedial monstrousity of an appearance he was quite the talker. A good one at that. Good enough that instead of getting violent with this male she simply exhaled and allowed the sword that was in her hands to shift resting the blade’s sheath against her shoulder. Her posture subtly shifting from a ready to intercept state to one that could be considered that of a resting one. For now the woman pondered the first bit of business that he said. Regarding his age it didn’t surprise her at all. Many beings that hid in the shadows during the time that the crusades or even the crucifixion of christ occurred still roamed about very much alive. What did suprise her though was the fact that this creature was so enthralled with humans. Hence as her mouth opened she exhaled and said quite matter’o’factly.


”..I don’t see why you are so enthralled with them. Humans are wonderfully wicked but they also do not have the trustworthyness of most shinigami, the solidarity and singularity of a hollow or the strength and intellect of a demon. Humans are a hodgepodge of emotions and insecurities which lead to them acting sporadically in ways that are both often erratic and borderline autistic. Humans kill each other over petty squabbles each and every day. The most disgusting crimes have mostly been committed by them. They are a vile race, insignificant when you consider the world that they live in. Yet that insignificant speck is capable of creation so much mayhem and chaos that it astounds me. So in all honesty my opinion varies as a direct inverse of your own. As you have always been in awe with these humans i have certainly had nothing but contempt and disgust for them since the very day i was born. I loathe their idealistic ways which seek a false utopia called “peace” through the utilization of weapons and war. I hate how they can say one thing but do another. If the human race vanished in it’s entirety in a single day i think the world would be a better place.”


Each word was spoken without emotion still but there was a gleam in her eye when she spoke that showed she strongly believed every facet of what she spoke about to the male in front of her. Even as the hollows had begun to gather around, however it wasn’t the smallest of hollows. No these were lumbering giants which had been so tall that their masks weren’t visible due to the low fog that had settled in. As she stood there she exhaled and answered the next part of his question in where she still had a difference of opinion with this hollow.


”..A insatiable hunger that is programmed evolution isn’t a fault that is worth noting, it’s a failsafe mechanism in which your race has been able to survive for countless millenia. I wouldn’t find that to be insulting, and sure hollows are in their baser states mindless beasts with a singular mission. However those that gain sentience can be better company than a human. Hollows don’t have the myriad of emotions that humans do until they either remove their mask to become an arrancar or reach the pinnacle of evolution for their species- a vasto lorde. So i prefer hollows to humans any day of the week, month or year for that matter. Humans are depraved, hollows merely are here doing what they were designed to do. When a hollow eats from need it’s different than when a human kills simply because they can. “


Her words had layered truth in them because humans did kill eachother every day simply because they Could do so. It wasn’t a debate, countless droves of people died each day from things other than natural causes. How many ended up ending their life out of misery? Or how many in this exact moment had been killed and ditched in the ocean, or hidden in a dumpster? This world was cruel and harsh, and when the male spoke of multiple dimensions she still thought that hell was the world of the living. The human world rather than hell itself. In hell you knew what to expect, but in the world of the living the hell you got was unpredictable by anyone or anything at anytime. All she said in response to the male speaking and tapping his mask to state where his heart is all she had to say was out of experience. No one gave their opponent their weakness unless it was properly safe-guarded. She knew she wouldn’t do so atleast.


”..Right and i bet you guard it with your life.”
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Listenin to what the hollow had to say, Arabella was only able to exhale slowly. Her expression remained as indifferent as ever but as she listened to him speaking of atrocities as if statistics made the truth any less horrendous it made her feel sick. Quite honestly she had thought at one time that maybe humans had some inherent goodness in them when regarding other species. However those pitiful disillusions quickly had been extinguished when they had come and fought her kind. When they had slaughtered innocent people which had only been trying to live their day-to-day lives. Where was the fairness in that? Where was the justice in that!?! Even as the likes of the hollow spoke on the only thought that was held to be paramount in arabella’s own disinterested mind was.


”I feel like i’m talking to a wall, a mobile one but a wall nonetheless. Everything i say, this one has a counterproposal too. Every time i try to explain the futility of his naivety he backs it up with a statistic as if statistics are what make the truth so horrendous. “


The reason she felt like this was even now, the male was trying to make the human race seem . . . Redeemable. As if in this world of theirs , wrought with nothing but strife and bloodshed. That they had a claim or right to continue existing when the karmatic justice of their actions had finally come upon them. All she didn’t understand was why was everyone so willing to protect them? Was it because human were weak fragile flowers that on their own without awakening their powers were weaker than the squalling newborn of most supernatural species? Was it because even though humans could do the most atrocious things known to the world that they still held some sort of redeemable trait? Simply thinking about this made arabella want to shout or break something. Because she did not care about humans, they were pests and she wouldn’t hesitate to cut them down if they got in her way. Eventually she exhaled and formulated a response to the male that stood before her.


” I won’t try to lead you to believe anything else. I am far older than most would believe with my appearance, or with my particular . . Assets. And you are very much right. I am set in my ways because they are how i live each day. How i justify living when so many i know have died. How i justify at the time not having the strength, nor the power to protect all of them. Just as human atrocity is a inevitable fact of our world, my hatred for them has no end, nor will it i suspect ever change. No matter what i am told to justify their existence, no matter how i try to justify their actions to myself. I cannot bring myself to feel anything less than disinterest for them at the best of times. “


As she spoke her body shifted. Her foot planted on the ground and a towering menos had gotten way to close to her. As her upper body became a blur the creatures behemoth body had been launched like a ragdoll through several pillars that dotted the menos forest. The cero half-formed in it’s mouth firing prematurely, a red beam that would scythe up into the rocky heavens above. The ground below the female shattered in several places from the force exerted from her calf muscles. From the excess force which had inevitably radiated from her legs and diffused into the ground. Her expression remained neutral as her blade remained at her side not even unsheathed despite the absurd feats she had been able thus far to accomplish. Her words echoed as she finished her rather blunt rebuttal.


”..You said so yourself, if you are wronged by a human you’d take revenge on it. Despite my hatred and outright disinterest in the survival of their species as a whole, i do not seek to bring them to the cusp of extinction no matter how much i believe they lack the right to exist anymore. That being said if one was to ask for my help? I would undoubtedly let it suffer on it’s own. Not because i am cruel, but because i cannot forget what i have lost because of them, i cannot forgive them for their foolish and hasty actions. So i will let you keep your opinion, however allow me the luxury of my own. No matter how hateful, depraved, or foolish you believe it might be.”


Even as she spoke the images of their brethren being hunted in her mind was fresh. The fear on their faces palpable enough that if it wasn’t for the centuries of training she’d undoubtedly be hyperventilating. Weak-kneed with fear. However as moonlight filtered from above from the shafts that opened into huecomundo the land of eternal and endless sands. She waited for a reply, her expression as always neutral. Because she could not let her emotions show. She would not be weak anymore. Not anymore.
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”..Words, words words words words! He just speaks on and on like he knows everything. Like he can see the truth that happens to individuals each and every day! “


Her thoughts weren’t mirrored by her actions. While many would consider her actions to be rather. . Dull, refined and without emotion. Like a calm lake she reflected nothing, even as the hollow drew closer. Even as her dull eyes rose to glance at the male that sought to stare down at her. For the moment his opposing height allowed him to tower over her. Her head tilting back and her back arching as she craned to maintain eye-contact. The seconds passed by as she caught the one expression in his face that caused her to boil internally. The look of pity that blossomed on his expressions caused for her to do something that was rather rash. But also it would take a highspeed camera slowed down many hundreds of times to even catch a glimpse of her next movements. To the naked eye it would seem as if a spot on the hollows chest would merely deflate horizontally across his chest. Sending him flying back like a rocket. Sure the power would quickly diminish however that wasn’t the point.


The point was the message that had been displayed by such a small action as that. Which was he had gotten way too far into her personal bubble. She had let him wander about the fringes of the space she had considered hers, however she had certainly not been above ejecting him from the personal space that she sought to have. This was why in that moment she had struck him across the chest in an instant, the force being great but centralized, making it so that the damage would be negligible even though it easily would be capable of propelling the likes of the hollow into the ground with an audible boom. Eventually the dust would settle and everything would clear. Arabella was still standing in the same spot, her expression as neutral as ever before she said with a neutral tone.


”Don’t get to close to me alright? Just because i haven’t ground you into paste yet by no means is an indicator that i want you practically looming over me, it’s quite rude.”


Eventually the male had spoken about something else. How She was a human but wasn’t a human. At first she exhaled and thought Is he able to sense it, what i really am? Or is it that he’s making a guess based upon my natural pattern of dialog? How i don’t associate the human race as my own race? Maybe it’s how i act, seeing as i naturally chose not to show the wider range of emotions and uncertainties that a human generally exhibits? Argh this is so frustrating!!” Her thoughts whirred in her head as she eventually thought about how the male spoke about her as if she was going to shut him out. How he acted as if her rejecting him with such a simple rebuttal was enough to get his gears moving. To be honest the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. For whatever reason, this hollow craved her attention, her input, her values as if they were some kind of currency that he would be able to trade in.


However as her expression remained dull she did stride the gap, to where he probably was lying in the midst of rubble and then if he by any chance was still in that location she would crouch down over him, her elbows resting on her knees. Her long raven black hair forming a sheet on the left side of her face while she said in a tone that was still neutral, without feeling something quite honest.


”..If you are seeking conversation, i will converse with you. However if you are seeking a verbal battle, full of silver-wit and sharp retort then i will have no place in it. Also what makes you say i am anything other than human? I have a humans heartbeat, i have a humans scent, by all accounts i am human in every meaning of the word am i not?”


Her words had been spoken, and even though they lacked emotion in them, the way she said it was variated by how she pitched the tone in her voice. This was the easiest way to tell when she was emphasizing a question, or when she was giving out a declaration. She did so with these subtle pitches. Now though as the light lit up a little circle around them, she peered down at him and waited for an answer.
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