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Two Vizards Are Better Then One
Tue Sep 17, 2019 1:02 pm
The Silent Kuchiki
Takehiko Kuchiki
The next stage of their journey would come in parts of Alaska. Within the wilderness, they would have to find clues to where their targets were located. As the sun began to rise over the frozen peaks of Alaska's mountains. Glimmering rays peeked through the snow-covered tree's. Takehiko sat on a log waiting as he oftentimes did. Wearing a t-shirt with a large dark blue winter coat. His pants were jeans and a pair of combat boots. His zanpakuto rested idly in his left hand. The Kuchiki's hair was let down for a change instead of looking up. The snow was still fresh with red coloring and bones left lingering. These were byproducts of Takehiko's last time here. One need only glance around to see the damage done to some of these people. A woman's bones laid with her legs and arms missing. Indicating they'd been ripped off entirely. burn marks now covered with fresh snow that had piled up quickly.
Sitting within this place was a reminder of what lingered in the darkest corners. Things that spoke volumes to his mind deeper inside of him. Anger boiled over and finally, a breaking point had been reached. He'd not left the place since awakening and being informed. Jezebel had sent a letter to Abigail, making it out to be a friendly letter. Informing her that the hunt was on for the slavers master. The man they'd defeated was only a lower member on the totem pole. That she'd sent Takehiko ahead but there were complications. She'd not go into detail merely give Abigail the location to go. Takehiko's eyes remained closed as small breaths left his frame. His clothing had been changed after the incident had happened. The cheerful and generally happy innocent boy said little. He didn't have much to talk about anymore. This trip had left him with both mental and physical scars. Things he'd awoken to realize he had done. His azure eyes remained fixated on that woman's corpse. Missing her arms and legs half-buried in the snow. A wild beast perhaps ripping them off. Oh, it took but moments for him to realize what had happened truly.
The nature of Akuma had been revealed to him more. Uncovering like snow had when exposed to heat. This place would forever be a place that showed him both the horror of betrayal and the lingering pain of its repercussions.
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Re: Two Vizards Are Better Then One
Wed Sep 18, 2019 1:12 pm
It was cold. The message she had received had said to dress warmly, but Abigaíl was far from experienced when it came to the frozen norths of the world. She'd usually favored the more temperate areas to the south, or the grasslands that had been her home, once upon a time. This was new, and she didn't exactly like it.
Stepping out from the tear in space opened by her hand, Abigaíl had dressed in a thick coat and trousers. Steam exhaled from the mouth of her mask before she removed it to conserve stamina, and almost immediately, the bite of the cold air sank in. She hadn't known well enough to dress in layers, and already, her clothes were doing little to keep her comfortable.
However, all of that was forgotten for a moment when she laid eyes upon the carnage all around the trio, and then upon the Kuchiki in his disheveled state. His eyes guided her directly to a skeleton missing its arms and legs, but left in their place fractures and cracks that suggested something... violent had happened to the individual.
Abigaíl said nothing while she raised the fur-lined hood over her head, but glanced between the duo that stood in utter silence before her arrival. She worried, but now that the three of them were gathered, dealing with the slaver's master would take priority. "What've you found out?"
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Re: Two Vizards Are Better Then One
Wed Sep 18, 2019 2:10 pm
The Silent Kuchiki
Takehiko Kuchiki
Takehiko was normally one who would speak but this time remained quiet. His eyes shifted slowly over towards Abigail's appearance. She'd come ill-prepared for the cold that blistered around them. His eyes drifted back to the skeleton half covered in the snow. Jezebel didn't intend to go with them this time, but she was concerned. That much was evident in her expression. "Welcome Miss Abigail, Young Master Takehiko had come to meet a contact. But she'd switched sides and attacked him...This was the result." She gestured around her now so Abigail could see up to twenty bodies. Some exposed from the snow as Takehiko's eyes looked just empty. Capturing a look much like his Uncle Byakuya's at this moment. Jezebel brought a hand to her chin sighing. This problem was rather difficult since nobody survived the encounter. "When I arrived on the scene, the young master had dawned his mask...but he'd turned into someone far more violent in that moment. So coming towards him wasn't possible even for me."
Jezebel seemed to be the one doing most the talking as she had most of the information. "So in light of what's happened, I would like you both to search the nearby mountain. I will scout ahead and then double around to meet you if trouble surfaces. " Jezebel cast one final glance towards Takehiko's position. Pushing her glasses up and sighing a bit. The correct term for what happened when he tapped into Akuma's power. That was something both of them should have been familiar with. But in truth, he was thankful to not hear it. He had no choice after this mission but to seek help. Akuma's fury was able to ensnare him so completely. It was like drowning in an ocean of anger and being swallowed. It wasn't like being taken over or hollowfied. No, that sensation provided a chance of fighting. This provided no such chance or opportunity within him. It merely was a savage beast. It would be better for him to wield his zanpakuto in this situation.
But that too was a gamble he couldn't continue to be passing out. Or draining his energy every time he fought. Slowly standing up snow fell off his shoulders showing how still he'd been. Slowly being piled on by the snow as he remained quiet. Transfixed on that location for a moment before exhaling a soft breath. Stopping short of heading towards the mountain in the distance. His eyes cast one last glance towards the corpse. That woman whose arms and legs had been removed. Takehiko continued a slow walk his eyes scanning the vicinity of trouble. His spiritual pressure was kept at a zero without giving away his presence. But he'd come here with a mission in mind. His hand felt a weight to that sword he wielded. Weight to everything that he did at this moment. It felt so heavy the choices to make and how to fight. Barreling in just didn't work anymore he couldn't risk it. It could be called a knowing fear of what happened when he plunged into the Abyss.
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Re: Two Vizards Are Better Then One
Wed Sep 18, 2019 3:22 pm
Hardly one to be called stoic, Abigaíl's expression betrayed her inner thoughts upon learning that the Kuchiki boy had been the cause of this. She had never seen him use his mask, true, but she'd thought he'd been able to control himself more. However, his sullen expression and Jezebel's restraint still said more.
In light of her own experiences with hollowfication, both recently and long ago, she decided not to press the issue of control. Slowly, she approached the Kuchiki from behind and raised her hand... Though she couldn't bring herself to lay it on his shoulder. She knew that she should, for comfort and guidance were exactly what she'd needed at that time. However, all she could see was the face of Elyss, caked in blood after her own hollowfication, and the pit in her stomach grew heavy as she remembered her own failure.
So, Abigaíl sighed and swallowed her emotions, then quickly stepped in front of the Kuchiki and took the lead. It was all she could do to say as she passed, "It's not your fault."