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Tue Jan 02, 2018 4:14 pm

Cero Telca
The Beast of Sound

Not many knew the tales of Cero Telca, he was a boy that had done a great deal, at one point people could even say he took a small part in the center stage of the world, but that was quite a bit for him. Even now, he wondered what exactly had he done that was so special back then, he was merely doing what he believed to be right. But that was a problem in and of itself, for what was even right in this world, it is place that tears at itself and devours any and all that allow it to do such. It made him only think back to the fact that he is a predator in this wild world, should he desire such an outcome. Two forces created what is him, a single flame that flickers in a cluster of darkness, the two pull at each, dampening the other in fact, he is a mess of a being, yet here he still stands, a Hohl Arquero. In one hands he can look to see his bow, black in color, but the blue energy that flows around as an arrow could be formed is the most familiar sight that he has, in his other hand a white scabbard holding within it a blade that defines the beast within, he stares at it wondering what would cause the beast to emerge once again.

All around him through destruction, he watched replicas of him, scattered across the wastelands of the world, the shadows of the world were scarred in some regards to show themselves, and the ones that did, were swiftly executed in the name of societies' justice. The way the clouds flowed in the sky reminded him that shadows exist everywhere, as they eclipsed the sun, showing only small patches of light across the barren lands as he wandered forward. Each step was light, he was brisk in how he moved, carrying himself well, he keep his eyes forward and alert, even if the ground itself or the air that he breathed turned against him, he was on high alert. Cero was often, not one to be this way, he often was however, someone that has wanted to figure out what step he will take mental and spiritually through his will. To the Quincy, or the Ziamachi, or even his swore enemy yet, his reluctant ally, the Kokuryuteshi Realm.

Shadin has always given him a place within the Yayjuu, even has he surrender to Kin Iramasha, and has now been recognized as a diplomat between the two organizations, which has been a honor thus far. He had done his part in protecting Quincy kind from the mistakes of Hulderic Hylam, former Emperor of the Quincy. Cero, however could not find it in himself to fight the likes of a person that he had begun to respect in many ways, which was Sing Iramasha, Princess of the Kokuryuteshi Realm, a person that he is meant to detain or eliminate on sight, yet her words struck his still growing mind and spirit all to well, and now they have a bond that is quite unique. But one that hasn't been touched upon in quite a bit of time, but time, is after all, the majority of what Cero still needs and has. He lacks the judgement, the experience that comes with sweet, sweet time.

Thinking back even more he reflects on, drawing out his zanpakutou and gazing into the blade looking back was his own eyes, and the fact that he has experience many of the different pains of life. Losing his friends, his allies, the innocents that he swears to protect, and even his own life at one point. Cero looks away from the blade his gaze falling to ground at this point his guard drops, and his attention dawns on the fact that he has experience the pain of death, and was reborn into what he is today. The soul he once was, shattered into a million pieces extinguished by the energies commanded by Mana Ashtavon. As a last ditch effort along with the assistance of a unknown power, his ziamachi spirit was able to preserve them both by doing the unheard of, forging bonds between both of their souls to stabilize the other. He hates the fact that such a thing occurred, the soul that he carries in his core cries out for justice every time he thinks back to it. Then the rest of the collection of souls making up his being cry out for blood as their justice, and so he finds himself in the wastelands, where he can't really hurt anyone that would want to not be a threat to him as he unleashes the instincts within him, calling for battle, for war and conflict.

As all of the thoughts raced through his mind he had lost himself for a moment, he looked around not understanding exactly what had occurred but he looked to his right hand and still saw his bow gripped firmly, when it came time though Cero looked to his left hand merely expecting to find just his unsheathed blade, instead he looked as it was not only in his hand but pierced into the ground was a hollow that had likely tried to sneak around him, but now it was impaled into the ground, screaming out it's last regards until it was gone forever, and in those final moments a silence fell onto the land once more.

The Hohl Arquero only sighed as the only form of sound that he now recognized was the gust of wind that blew around, him as he wondered what else his instincts would do when he isn't in control of them, or too caught up in the debacles of his mind. He carried on moving through the land, a cloud breaking way as the light would shine down on Cero, lighting the way for his path.

Wed Jan 03, 2018 2:39 pm

Cero Telca
Beast of Sound

It was only a mere matter of time til everything reaches it conclusion, and today was not a day that Cero thought would have any significant meaning to that statement, but that was only, what was yet to come. odd as it may sound to describe it as the young Hohl Arquero was not currently coming to realization that as he was seeking his answers out of the world, things in the world were to the same in turn, searching for him. It is another odd thing that Cero sensed a presence that made him quite confused, for he never had the opportunity to sense such a thing in all of his past experiences, through the forces that made him up even. Descending upon him from the cycle was an all too familiar figure, as they looked eyes and a look of shock overtook Cero in all the confusion, as he came face to face with an individual that bore his own face.

If he had not been given the instincts to act in the signs of danger even when they bore his own presence and body, the individual from above stuck down from the sky impacting into the ground that was where Cero once stood. The impact causing quite a reaction from the ground the environment as a cloud of rubble and dust would emerge to camouflage, the position of the nearby threat. It moved as fast as Cero himself could as it dove straight at him, emerging from the dust was not only a single being but three as they all had swords drawn, lunging for the kill on the true one. Within the mere moments that were left, even more copies of the Hohl Arquero could be found around his position except these ones were intended, ones that were here to help him, as he was grabbed from behind by one that came into existence with it's zanpakutou drawn and as three by three, the clones collided.

Going with the force of the pull that pulled him away form the collision, Cero would flip himself off the ground to stabilize himself and regain his footing as he would look forward to the enemies ahead. It was at this point that he would take in that their was certainly a difference between the many of him that were on the battlefield. Not many, would be able to notice from a distance and even more so, it was the fact that these replicas of himself were made through a series of his energy and vibrations that are carried in the air. Never in his life, or even in the past ones, had he ever done a mock battle between the clones, and today was not what he was intending, and so it began to dawn on him to what he likely is now fighting, and he had hoped that the day in which this would occur, would never come.

All of the clones, backed away form each other, their initial offense, rendered suppressed, even under the elements of shock and surprise,
but they did prove to awaken Cero's attention as he could not allow himself to fall here, especially to this kind of being. This being, emerged form the dust cloud that concealed him from his impact long ago, and has now revealed himself, you could very much say that this individual mimics, the young Cero in many ways, but taking a closer look his skin has become a much more pale comparison and if one was to look him in the eyes, those once clear blue like the sky eyes, would be filled with a black that would almost make it indistinguishable from the pupils. It should a grin of malice as it wanted one ting and one thing alone at this point most likely, to fight him, the true Cero, for this was his Saca Dila.

"So you are the monster born out of that world." Cero would simply state.

It would seem quite pointless though to have said anything as the being before him had no change in expression, as if it couldn't even understand what it had been told as it was drawing out it's own zanpakutou. He was not sure if the Saca Dila didn't care about the words though, but it seemed so odd as it seemed like it was only drawn to the sight of his sword and bow, as if waiting for the right moment to engage. Cero also knew that if this fight was truly going to be himself, vs. himself, he was going to cause quite a bit of attention, but it seemed like that was going to have to be what comes form this, he wouldn't endanger others for his own battle, and he was fairly certain that this being would either their through or go through anyone that got into the way between it's path and the target.

So at this point, Cero would draw his bow, and call upon his strength for the fight ahead, the many clones of himself spread across the wasteland, their energy was called back to him as an arrow form in his bow, the Saca Dila before him started to move slowly and very carefully, Cero tried his best to keep his mark as he felt it was trying to circle him and make him lose his guard, looking for the opening to strike. The clouds patterns in the sky, crossing over the battlefield that was being laid before them, was in these moments, the light would slowly emerge from the clouds and the shade that once surrounded Cero, would fade away as the sun and sky above could now witness this clash.

Whatever people might say as they looked upon this battle at any point in time, this was a battle between hunters, and only one could could truly have that title in the end.

Fri Jan 05, 2018 5:47 am

Cero Telca
Beast of Sound

So the spotlight shined on Cero, the blazing sun's attention would beat down on him, while he intently kept watch on his saca dila that now took stance, the only thing that seemed to show that thing thing had a shred of humanity and thought to it so far, as it placed the zanpakutou back in it's sheath. It was in these moments that made him certain that the two them possessed the same kinds of techniques and abilities, but at the same time he believed them to be on two different sides of the same coin. Long had he wondered what could have occurred if he had gone along with what his caretaker had wanted to create him into, a monster that could of made the world into a far worse place. But who knows what really would of come of those choices anyway, and this was no time to drag upon them.

The saca dila launched itself forward pushing from it's stance immediately into the air, and at the moment, Cero launched a large barrage of arrows meant to come the wide area that he could cover in traveling the distance between the two. Watching carefully in what was occurring, he young Hohl Arquero would notice that his arrows would be met suddenly with an invisible force around the enemy that repelled the simple arrows that were coming forward and he could fully realize the dilemma before him. In mere instants both sides were trying to now make a favorable clash that would make the other side disabled or at a sever disadvantage, both of them were truly capable of being recognized by power as Cero Telca. a clone made of energy and sound in the air would grab onto him from behind and swing him around as he would drop his bow and reach along for his zanpakutou, twirling around the clone would rapidly toss the original as he was flying facing his enemy, both were deadlocked on the other and had no intentions on stopping.

To add to this Cero picked up speed mid-air as he mad a vibration barricade around himself to match the one that his foe was using, one would normally think that the two forces would clash but due to the being on the same frequency, the barriers would pass through each other, the same would not be said of the enemy before it though. So in turn instead of a triumphant clash of blades, on could observe as the both of the would be stopped a foot or two away from the other reaching an invisible wall of air. The air in turn meeting their blades that were special as they were meant to be strong conductors of sound and vibrations, a buzzing like that of a drill or a saw, would then echo through the wasteland, being heard for what would be miles on end. Cero didn't know what went through the beast's mind, but in his own he knew that he was fighting to protect the future of the world in even fight that he fought, not only that, but the future of himself, and those that he cared for was technically on the line every time as well in the same extent.

The two of the would eventually back away from each other after discovering that neither of the would gain a better edge in that particular clash. This battle in particular would have to be decided by intellectual decisions or a unknown fact that isn't able to be manipulated by the both of them, or perhaps even human error could decide this battle. Cero most certainly did not however want to have this fight be dragged out, which was funny as he was the one that probably wanted this fight to end quickly most of all, for the later half of this battle could end up a clash between two feral minded beings. For his age, Cero was gifted with strength beyond those that many could ever believe to be possible, but it was not all without a cost, as when he uses too much of it especially, when he releases, his mind slowly collapses and gives in to the many animal like instincts and feral desires that the form gives him and while it tends to try and keep his ideals and hasn't caused a problem yet, he often knows when he has to resort to it, he very much blacks out and can't remember past a certain point in it all.

He had little desire to have conversation with something that would barely have better responses than the tumbleweeds in this desert, so he placed his zanpakutou back in the scabbard as he would be the one that was going to try and be on the offensive, he would try to make the that the beast, would be the hunted, and not the hunter.

The clouds in the sky would sway once more, and shadows would drop over the both of them, when the next step was being taken.

Sat Jan 06, 2018 11:56 pm

Cero Telca
Beast of Sound

~"Even on the brink, I must stand, honorably."~

It was these times, times of conflict and war that was when everything always seemed to matter most. Every second was a transition that one could be faced with a make it or break it situation, it echoed through out his mind, that every step was one that needed to be taken with confidence as when going on the offensive, you need to acknowledge, that you are moving with intent to bring harm to another, whether or not you stand for justice, ambition, or hatred, you must acknowledge this truth of the act. For should you not, then you will find yourself trembling in fear of the act. It how it was for Cero in the beginning, he claimed his first life, at the tender age of 7, sure, he was being trained to do such an action, sure he had all the help that his caretaker and friend could give him in doing so. But to commit the act was within his act and his act alone, only those that cannot think about what has occurred, or they only think of survival, but this is human nature, or the regards of having the values of humanity in oneself.

Each step forward was faster than the next, as Cero raced forward towards his saca dila, he swore that he wouldn't look away. Within his sight, the beast took hold of it's ground preparing to take the clash straightforward once more, no matter what it would take from either of them. So as Cero reached within striking distance, the blades and minds, and energies would class once more, the act of blades being drawn, created a click through the air, but instead of making a simple clone from the sound, Cero created many of his echos, to carry out this formation attack. They stood at as a circle in the sky, standing mid-air, having their bows drawn out as in a moment that they were in formation they were part of the key to this lock of a battle, he provided enough energy for each of his many clones to fire a single power shot.

To which Cero, drew upon his zanpakutou and bashed with all of his strength to lock or break away the saca dila's zanpakutou with his own. It would eventually find it's mark, as they had to accept what had occurred. It was in these moment's though that impact occurred, the young Hohl Arquero only had the moments of knowing is own plan to try and avoid the ones that had to be tossed out to cover the distance as he twisted his body with blade to go downward, trying to keep his body as low as he could, but it didn't prevent him from catching himself in his own friendly fire, as he felt collisions, all around him and the saca dila was writhing in impacts and pain as well. Both of them however were very capable of one thing that made everything so important, incredible regeneration.

Lifting up with his downward hold, he broke the hold that he was trying to maintain with the saca dila and this was when something felt off, as Cero felt a sharp pain enter his backside as he looked to his stomach to, seeing a zanpakutou pierced through his own gut, and he coughed up a little blood. Placing his hand on the vibrating though, the blade vanished as he neutralized the sounds that produced the echo that sliced into him, he wasn't capable of evaluating the exchange at this point but it hurt and nothing stated that it was going to let up. In all of his battles, the only points that he would be given a chance to breath required him to create it with either difficulties or his enemy's approval. So even as the wounds that he gained from the arrows were patching up along with wound in his stomach, he had to raise up his zanpakutou, to block the incoming amount of echos that attempted to box him off from the saca dila that was before him. He watched it on it's knees in a way, recovering from the attacks that were inflicted upon it.

The Saca Dila's position, reminded him all too well, that on too many occasions, that he was bowed in the face of his enemies, it is not a favorable position, it was indefinitely a position of comfort and weakness, a weakness that Cero would love to remove from himself, but it was one that existed within him, he was one that was willing to bow and compromise, than to sacrifice everything, when it could so easily be lost and threatened. That was choices he was making, the things, he was choosing that he valued, but was that truly how he wanted thing to be, he could never know what the right answer would be. He wanted the beast to rise up again, to stand and fight against him til the very end, so that perhaps he could find the answers that he was seeking.

With a very swift motion, Cero drew back his zanpakutou into it's sheath, and creating the needed sharp click that he would manipulate into a massive shockwave pushing back and clearing away the echos that were trying to swarm him, even the Saca Dila towards the ground was picked up and tossed back from the burst of power since it was trying to maintain the echos' assault. A little secret to Cero's techniques, is that he is not able to manipulate sound truly, while trying to utilize his echos, so when he creates them, he tends to lock himself out of a lot of his capabilities, but they do allow him access to a wide variety of capabilities by having many bodies, and something comparable to a mini-army made out of only Cero itself, that is quite helpful in neutralizing minor threats with ease, he did however want to try and avoid over extending their use, he however hasn't had much experience, but it gave him the idea to test such a scenario against the TCCU clones of Shadin Yuudeshi.

Time was very slowly passing by, as the saca dila tried to rise itself of the ground before Cero could follow up with even more offensive barrages, and in those moment's Cero knew the true battle was approaching even closer as he felt a shockwave of energy blast against him, as if it were a show of force, Cero would not smile in anticipation like most who were battle-crazed would, nor would he show any form of intimidation, for the most part, he was disappointed, showing it on his blanked face, with a slight frown. Disappointing expressions, in the fact, that he was unable to solve the situation before reaching this point, but how could one do such... fighting a mirror of one's self.

~"For I can't allow anyone else to take my place."~

Sun Jan 07, 2018 8:33 pm

Cero Telca
Beast of Sound

~The Beast Hungers Caged~

As a Hohl Arquero, Cero was a mixture of the Quincy bloodline, a mere branch in the tree of evolution, but he was merged with a being that once represented an Arrancar, making his abilities a design of their own in a way, the only true similarities that remained was the ability for him to manipulate reishi to a degree, just like the Quincy. And expanding even more branches in the world created the being that stood before him, and there was even a less of an understanding to these creations of the worlds that watched over and governed existence as a whole. The only place that Cero has ever visited from Earth was the realms of Hueco Mundo, a vast wasteland, that made him wonder, what kind of structures actually exist in the land that is known as the Soul Society or even the Kokuryuteshi Realm, at this point.

The Saca Dila, stood, drew out the zanpakutou in it's possession and aligned it's backside with it's forearm, watching the two swiftly meld together, Cero recognized this as his first release, the moments of dread ticked on to him, he only had a few moments to repeat the same action, or he might not get a chance to take the action. So, he himself, what may have appeared calmly, in a blur of a rush, drew out his zanpakutou and allowed it to meld with his forearm, and this was where the struggle for control would begin as all of the voices that were contained were going to come forth once he spoke the phrase known to him. "Unlock the Cries of my Soul, Sonar Bloque." he would state and all of the power locked away rushed to his side, and he began to experience what could be considered the burning that, burned away his consciousness.

He no longer possessed a zanpakutou and this was the beginning of a long drawn out battle, the saca dila, if it felt a similar pain, didn't show it, as the being breathed deeply and exhaled as it held stance over the ground it stood. Cero on the other hand crouched, his hand going to the ground as he would look as if he was preparing to pounce as he had to close one eye to try and remain in control, echoing through his mind, was all the hatred, "kill him..., kill him..., destroy this land..., seek out the blood of your foe." was all that echoed through his head, he could even keep his own thought entirely present. The leap that he made was the beginning of where he had to agree with the actions that the voices in his head wanted to take in order to move forward. It was in the flash of a moment that he leaped forward lifting his leg upward as he launched spinning backwards, he was trying to do a back flip that would end with his foot landing directly on the saca dila's head, he had to be quick and close the distance so that those energies didn't try to get involved in this fight. The Saca dila was quick to react just like he was and it brought both of it's hand up to block and in doing so, Cero couldn't reach his mark and the clash with the Saca dila was technically a hit, but not in an effective slot as the Saca dila locked on to his foot and wasn't intending to easily let go as Cero struggled against the beast's lock. Things proceeded, as if instead of having to struggle in control of his body, the beast was fluid in it's motions, fully in control of both of them, at the moment. It would spin him around before tossing him out the the threshold distance as after the toss, he felt the energy as he was flying out into the air, he tried to manipulate his trajectory a bit since he had some flight capabilities as he released, but it's couldn't really stop what came next as a giant hand made of reitsu, wrapped around him crushed him and then with his grip secured, the saca dila proceeded to smash the young Cero into the ground, releasing his grip and flinging him into the ground in fact before smashing down with the hand.

By this point, the pain was too much, and Cero lost his own consciousness to this fight practically, while he felt like he could observe what was going on, he was no longer the driver seat within his own body, a hollow mask was formulating over his face as energies gather through out his body to smoothed away any injuries he sustained, a singular howl, akin to that of a hollow emerged form his mouth as his own arm of reitsu appeared out of the thin air's energy and punched into the saca dila, launching both it and it's reitsu hand away from him. So long as they were in range of each other, they both could utilize the same techniques. Cero raised his body up after the beast's body was crashing down and locked forward with the eyes of a beast as well, but the Saca Dila merely smiled as it went crashing backward, in fact it started to laugh, no like that of a beast but that of Cero, his normal laughter. It only caused Cero to take the only reaction that he could going further into this state, to become the one that is growling at the enemy. if the saca dila valued it's life, then this was the point of no return for Cero would like go for overkill in this state of mind, turning back was long not an option for him.

~One by One the Cage Snaps Apart~

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