Vizard meets Hollow

Mike watched as Yaksha began his transformation or what mike called it.....the most disgusting thing he's seen in his whole life. The gagging and literally pulling yourself out from well.....yourself looked pretty gruesome almost like a horror movie, a large lump emerged from his neck as if a whole animal was inside of him similar to a snake's body growing after eating a large prey whole.

Mike looked in utter disbelief of what he just saw, the once trembling and injured man he just met dissolved into nothing and out came a new being. What he now saw was a tall slender looking lizard, standing on two legs almost similar to an average adult. Mike could see that he had what appears to be his old body clasped onto his own hand. He saw a faint gleaming light coming off him, however what caught mike by suprise though was the shimmer of glass attached onto his body, perhaps it was the effects of his new body?

Whatever the case he still maintained his intelligence, but he's anxious to find something to sink his teeth in. It'd be best to find him something, otherwise mike will be on the menu for tonight.

Yaksha's head tilted to the side, staring at Mike curiously for a few moments; now that he seemed to be getting his mind back, curiosity seemed to be the primary element there, overshadowing everything else. He seemed like he positively boiled over with questions, but instead he simply ran his fingers slowly and carefully over the glass embedded in his own body, letting out a slow, almost contented purr. He examined the vizard in quiet contemplation, slinking around the walls of the tunnel, and then chuckling. It was a deep, rich chuckle, something that seemed like it fit more in the throat of some dark-haired, swarthy rogue, not this reptilian beast.

"Do you think I'll eat you? Don't worry. I'm an adjuchas. You're not appetizing to me. I came to the wastelands...well to be honest I was on autopilot at the time. I suppose my hindbrain just knew that this was the best place I could hope to find a nourishing meal." He shrugged one shoulder, almost noncommittally, and then turned back towards the light, examining the glass in his flesh. He seemed...almost enraptured at first, eyes widening as he looked at it.

"...Odd. I can't say I dislike it, but...it's odd. Perhaps with a little remodeling..."

He paused for a moment, one hand lifting, knife-like fingers waggling as he gestured towards Mike.

"Could I trouble you to dismember a few hollows for me? Nothing too heavy, I'm not sure I could keep it down right now. A few small snacks will suffice for now. Then I can explain all about how I got out here."

When the hollow assured that he wouldn't devour him mike couldn't help but utter a sigh of relief, at least he wouldn't have to worry about being eaten if he's off guard.

As the hollow told mike his rank (in this case a Adjuchas) he couldn't help but be a little bit suprised.

Mike have heard about strength's of hollows being determined by their appearance or intelligence. Some of the lower class hollows such as gillians were nothing but mindless animals looking for something to chow on. But ones such as adjudhas and vasto lorde's were far more intelligent and have alot more destructive capabilities.


"Sure, i'll dismember a few hollows for ya" He responded getting up and stretching his arms and legs. I'll be back in a few minutes
Heading towards the light and emerging outside, mike couldn't help but shield his eyes from the blinding rays of the sun, his eyes had to re-adjust to the outside world for a few seconds almost like he woke up from a long nap.

Mike wasn't used to the wastelands he's normally accustomed to seeing people, animals, and even trees. But there was no trees in the area, no animals scurrying around for food or hiding from natural predators and most of all no people. All he could hear was nothing but the wind blowing in his ear and nothing but barren land with the occasional tumbleweed being carried by mother nature herself.

Noneless Mike pressed on and searched for a few weak hollows to kill

As his unexpected guest went about to find some proper food for Yaksha to nourish himself with, he delved once more into the wretched soupy mess of his head, sifting through it for the details, panning for the golden nuggets of truth within the jumbled mess; he had been a soldier in the first Crusades, no that was just one of the hollows he'd eaten, he was really a brilliant scientist who had been murdered mere seconds from unlocking the secrets of the universe, no that wasn't right either...this was going to take some time.

There were several certainties, though; he was hungry, far hungrier than he had any right to be. His body was tearing itself apart for fuel to reform his body, and it was still running on fumes at this point. His limbs were stiff, unresponsive, probably due to all this glass that had melted and run and fused itself to his form. That was it, yes, that was right. Everything else could wait; right now, he just needed to clear his head, and give himself the medical aid he was denied. One hand lowered and slipped to his chest, clawing and gouging beneath a scale there, and forcing it off with a protesting pop and squeal, leaving him grimacing and shrieking in pain from the unexpected gory yank. And yet as he did, the mud and murk in his brain seemed to crystallize and fall off, making him wonder why he'd ever doubted himself; he was Yaksha Dokuja, and he was of roman descent. There were still some points of contention even just there, but...he could worry about that later.

For now, there was another, far more pressing matter.

"Why is it, do you think, that you reek so much of hollow? I've spoken to people in the aftermath of battles with hollows, and the smell is quite different. You...smell like you're a hollow. It's not something that just rubs off from proximity."

There's got to be a hollow or something in this desolated wasteland......

Mike was looking everywhere for a sign, hell anything would be good even it was the size of a mouse .
This is getting infuriating..... mike became a bit frustrated and decided to look elswhere.

But his prayers have been answered, he could feel a small amount of reiatsu emenating from a hollow the physical appearance was a dead giveaway. From the obvious white mask and body type looks almost that of a scorpion with a black stinger containg a deadly posion capable of killing an average human or a weak spiritual being. The size of the scoprion was very similar to a german shepard or a wolf. It's fangs was seeping with posion and was looking for something to chew on, sadly for him it's life is about to be ended quickly.

Luckily, for mike his speed makes the scorpion look like a snail compared to him.
"This is going to be easy pickings" mike whispered to himself as he unsheathed his zanpaktou slowly approaching the hollow without alerting it.

Mike then almost like a blur cutting off the scorpions stinger like a hot blade slicing through a stick of butter, the hollow screamed in agaony has it's tail has been cut off spewing green blood as it was looking for the culprit behind the attack. However it's eyes couldn't processes the immense speed mike had. Mike then decided to land a finishing the blow, using both hands he grabbed the hitlf of his zanpaktou and thrusted it down the hollows head instantly killing it.

After killing the hollow mike grabbed by the tail....or whatever it had left and walked back into the cave. "I hope Yaksha likes scorpion" mike said to himself

It had taken him perhaps ten minutes to finish plucking all of the glass from his scales, examining them all curiously. He could feel the faint, familiar itch that told him his body was already trying to knit closed the wounds, now that the foreign substance had been removed. He inhaled slowly, cautiously, once more feeling himself struck by that nauseating stench he'd come to associate with his brethren. He pushed the glass slivers around on the ground, as if he were trying to figure out a difficult puzzle, pausing every few moments to examine it from a different angle. He let the silence reign for a few minutes, broken only by the noise of glass scraping across rock, as he spoke one more time.

"I used the word reek for a reason. A person can't reek of daisies, or freshly baked bread. A lawn doesn't reek of freshly cut glass. Grass. Freshly cut grass. My bad. I'm not thinking straight right now, but I still need to get this out before I can't think properly. A reek is a smell you do everything possible to avoid. And when I smell you, my hackles are raised exactly the same as when I smell a hollow. I'd have an explanation, if you think there's one to give. And please know that right now I am critically low on patience. If I catch you in a lie, I will remove one of your appendages."

His voice was quiet and precise, devoid of much passion or hatred, despite the chilling nature of his words. He turned back towards Mike, blood now staining the heavy white shell that covered his body, and began to slowly shuffle over towards the body, snapping off its tail and sucking at the contents inside, as if he were slurping out meat from a lobster.

"Thank you for your assistance. It won't go forgotten."

Yakasha was getting more suspicious it'd be best not to keep this charade on for long, mike had to tell him the truth regardless anyway.

Mike then looked at Yakasha and took a deep breath
"Fine you got me, i'm not a typical shinigami i'm one of those things you call a Vizard....

Mike sat down with a bitter look on his face, but it was time to explain to Yakasha what he really is....

"I'm sure you know what an arrancar is a hollow who've gained shinigami powers by certain means whether it'd be devouring the shinigami or taking off their hollow mask. Vizards are basically the same thing but reversed a shinigami that is infected with hollow reiatsu, it can happen by either having the hollow reiatsu sealed within themselves or becoming infected with a virus."

Were kind of like shinigami but we've been infected with hollow reiatsu we go into our inner world and meet with the monster that's deep within ourselves, most of the hollows want to only take control over our bodies so they can use it for themselves.

For example, me and my inner hollow had a rocky start at first, but as the years went on we've gotten accustomed to eachother. Mike says as he demonstrates his hollow mask

However vizards can use the same moves you hollows have such as cero, garganta, and even a bit of regeneration.

That's the gist of a vizard.

"Mmm."

Yaksha broke off another of the hollow's limbs, this time tossing the shell and all into his mouth, crunching slowly, industriously; surprisingly enough he was able to keep his mouth shut the entire time, even raising a clawed hand to cover the sight of his fangs tearing and crunching at the heavy substance. He let more silence reign for another ten or fifteen seconds, before turning back to the glass fragments, and gently pushing them around. His tail swished a few times, as if trying to test the air.

"Believe it or not, I've heard of vizards. I haven't been living under a rock. You are the first one I've ever met, though. Praytell, what is it like? Do you find yourself having odd cravings at times? Have you ever let certain words or thoughts slip that you didn't realize you were thinking or feeling until they'd already been spoken? Have you ever had to wonder whether or not your own senses were sending you fantastical, nonsensical input? Or is it only in your little inner world that your Id has any influence at this moment?"

He finally turned back around, the tiny slivers of glass assembled on the tip of one of his fingers. He now had six tiny crescents, each assembled from two or three of the miniscule fragments, pushed tightly together. He was staring down at them with rapt attention, never even looking at the man in front of him.

"I take it, then, that the Gotei has grown no more liberal in regards to their stance on hollows, and their unilateral taint."