The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro]

Wed 30 Oct 2019, 17:27

Herald of Demons

Sofia Montero

The Unholy Deluge [Madness Capital] [Henrex/Kuro] JCRrxmK

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

”You, bitch!” yelled out the man from underneath her in what was clearly an anger filled statement.

”Isn’t that one of the things that piss you off?” asked Sophie from deep within the Quincy’s mind.

The woman provided no vocal response to either her victim or her mental partner. Instead, she maintained the position she had held for several minutes now. One of her hands pressed strongly against the male’s forehead while one of her knees dug into his abdomen. From her fingertips a myriad of reishi strings resembling vines and thorns wrapped around the length of his body and limbs. From his expression it seemed as though the strings were equally efficient at restraining him as well as causing him pain. Due to the bloody and bruised look of his body, it was simple to surmise that his pain was not entirely new or recent. But judging from his ragged and missing items of clothes one could also summize he at least had a sort of proper and fun farewell into what would be his demise.

”No.” said Sofia much to confusion of her victim.

Without further ado she bumped one of her knees against his crotch, causing him to yelp in pain and open his mouth in response. From one of her hands a large revolver was conceived through her use of reishi. The barrel was shoved into the opening of his mouth and the trigger depressed. It would be unclear to most what sort of mechanism or power acted over the device, though its workings were relatively simple. It consisted of stagnant and empty enlarged ginto casings that were continually filled with her energy and fired like reishi bullet rather than arrows. The only vestige of his skull was the broken remains of the spine that once connected to his head. Though the blood smeared all over the wall before her, some had managed to land right on her cheeks. She seemed in no hurry to clean it.

Holstering the gun to one of her sides, a new one was created in its holster to her other side. With no else to play with, she headed out the bar she had been in. Her outfit was distinctly different from what it once had been, but she was distinctly different from what she once was too. Certain actions and moves had made it clear that Sofia Montero had changed allegiances. She had left behind the Vandenreich and joined her former enemies in Shadowfall, and indirectly, the Kokuryuteshi Empire. There was no doubt that Sofia was brilliant, and despite her latest leanings, no one could argue she was or had ever been truly evil. She certainly had her reasons, but it looked as though she had no time, will, or inclination to explain her motives to anyone.

Her newest allegiances had led her to this city to meet Hebi. They would more or less be expected to collaborate in some form of project. He had vast experience with his laboratories, and the Quincy was known to have engineered vast amounts of useful technology too; more importantly, the two had met and worked in more than a couple occasions. Their meeting would not come to fruition however as an attack from Aizen and a more than unstable Hebi would throw a wrench into the entire situation. She considered it a chance and a missed opportunity to have foregone the chance to fight Aizen; perhaps one day. The lady had a thing for lining up individuals of worth, beating them down, and adding up to her repertoire and desire to place the world under her boot. Her opinion on that matter would no longer matter though. Despite having triumphed over her greatest inner devils, her persona and psyche had been left momentarily vulnerable as a result. This allowed the ensuing madness from the doctor to disturb her and flip the switch that spiraled her into further chaos. What happened when a being so accustomed and welcoming to chaos got sent into a framework that made it far easier to access and accept? The town and the dead could answer the question.

As she kicked the doors to the bar open, light would finally be allowed to filter in momentarily. Whatever copious amount of blood had been spilled and left to pool over the floor had long dried up and caked into several layers. There were bodies to the center of the room, to the left, and even towards the right. A discernible look however would show that body parts and clothes did not match. It was almost as if the fighting, the torturing, and the playtime had caused limbs and heads to be tossed and arranged at will like child’s play. As for Sofia, she wore her hair down with red ribbons, a gift most likely from the priest, Sunshine. Her outfit consisted of a thin but durable black outfit that hugged her outfit like a second layer of skin. The top extended to her forearms, covering almost everything except her middle and lower back, which was left bare to reveal what looked like a black tattoo in the look of wings. It would be difficult to deny a glance to the heft that pressed on the very same outfit, though one would be forgiven to award more interest and proceed with caution against such an individual.

Her pants followed the very same style, with the very same fabric. These made a far better job of enhancing the look of her powerful legs and rear. One would also noticed the large two guns assuming they moved their sight away from the least deadly and arguably more physically appealing aspect of her looks. More importantly though was the sort of energy and vibe she was giving out. Very much unlike her, Sofia wasn’t trying to keep her energy controlled or hidden in the very slightest. It was instead allowed to flow freely as both a warning and challenge to those nearby. Her energy visibly displayed a duality in hues of blue and red that highlighted her welcomed change into whom she had become.

She called out to the energies she felt nearby to come and meet their match and die like the rest. Of course, they also had the option to run. The result would be the same, but she’d prefer not to try and chase her prey. Her mentality was hell bent on destroying and killing. It was unclear who was near her or whether they’d prefer to subdue her or simply kill her. She seemed to recognize one of the two energy signatures, though she was far too gone at the moment to let it affect her or care about it.

”Come” She declared in both a commanding and threatening fashion. The words would be carried out through the use of her Melody and her energy to be heard in her vicinity. The time for battle and death was nigh as she finally reached with her tongue to lick the blood her latest victim had smeared onto her cheek.

Coding By: [THEFROST]

Wed 30 Oct 2019, 20:26

Captain Kuro Okami

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

Pulsating need. I know. A simple reply cut short all of the confusion, all of the madness. The owner of those thoughts was completely at ease with those urges. He was able to focus pass them; they were a part of him, one he was quite comfortable. KILL! KILL! KILL!

Yet, as loud as they became, they could find no purchase within his psyche.

The darkness of this alleyway did not hide the dark splendor of the woman who had taken up residence here. Her. Definitely her. That feeling… Whoever she was, she seemed to have no difficulty displaying her level of power. What kind of power should answer that?

Well, it would be a bit difficult to understand, at first. A nearby church rang out, over and over again. It was seven o' clock. Within the shadows of one of the clock's hands, at the end of the street, something bright and white appeared. It was as if the figure were struggling; something was trying to get into the outside world. kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill…

Pressure. Whatever that thrashing, thriving thing was, it seemed violently upset. It brought with it a sense of intimidation that washed throughout the road; if the woman had not spotted it up to this point, she would now. Perhaps the most unusual part was how it had come from seemingly nowhere. One moment it was not there; the next, it was washing and pouring down the road. A twitching arm finally became free of the darkness of the clock face, pushing down onto it as the figure's body lowered.

Where his second arm should be, one could only make out more darkness. The limb itself was completely black; the first time it could be made out was when it stood against his stark-white hair. The cloak he wore flipped and righted itself as he finally detached himself from the clock face, landing on the ground below, his hand pushing into the ground. If one looked closely, they could make out the Captains Haori that he wore, hard to see against the darkness due to the dried stains of blood and viscera.

His hand pushed into the shadow of the tower. Kill her, kill her, monster, you saw what she did, end her, end her His mouth was a hard line, his eyes wide. His fingers wrapped into the darkness, and he drew them across the front of his body.

The shadow of the tower extended within a few feet of her body; and for a brief moment, she would see the dozens of lines of darkness emerge from it before they were attacking her body. They came largely from two angles; one wave coming directly at her from the front, while the second came at her from behind. The most obvious direction to dodge would be directly backward and upward; so that was where this second wave moved toward. The second wave was much faster than the first; if she were to focus on that one and match its speed, she was much more likely to be caught by the second wave.

These shadowy strings were sharp as a blade, trying to push her back and up into where the ones behind her were waiting to entangle themselves around her body.

Out from the shadows, the man's left hand rested above his right. As a cloud passed out from behind the moon, his figure could be seen holding dozens of tendrils of shadow, that sense of bloodlust still pulsating from his body.

"…You're not a demon, but… you smell like them. You reek of them… That man you killed… Let's see how you… like it."

He had seen what she had done to that man; the behavior she had exhibited up until the point she mdae her challenge. He could not tell if she had been able to sense him or not; he could certainly sense the second one. He hoped that this business would be over and done with without involving that other one. She made the hairs on the back stand up on end; made the bloodlust he exuded come out much stronger than normal.

If she were caught in the strings, she would feel them continuing to tighten, and tighten, a second wave wrapping around her, cutting into her flesh and bones as he squeezed tighter, and tighter. If not, then he would hang back in the moon's light, the tendrils he controlled waiting around his body, hovering in the air, waiting to strike…

Tue 05 Nov 2019, 21:09

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Artist: Dragon Ball Super - No More / Vegito VS Zamasu

As Henrex sped across Beijing to the Inner Circle, he could feel the sudden surge of energy from where he could sense Kuro's. A very familiar energy source belonging to a very familiar Quincy. Almost instantly, Henrex was filled with dread at the thought of it. He hadn't seen her in a very, very long time, but he still considered her a friend, and the thought of her being his opponent

Drawing Yume no Jitsugen, a gift from the very source of all this madness, Henrex turned the weapon to its 'brush mode', and preemptively began to draw various characters all over his body, writing out the words for "Zangerin" on his arms, legs, and back, the words for "Raikoho" on one hand, the word for "Haien" on his other, while having a single inscription of the word "Tenran" on his chest, all with blue ink. Hadō 78, Hadō 63, Hadō 54, and Hadō 58, all in respective order.

Preparing himself for the conflict to come, Henrex sighed as he gripped the weapon tighter, knuckles turning white as he went back to moving once again. Quickly tapping into Possessive Movement and Hoho in order to cover the remaining distance, appearing next to Kuro in a flash, resting a hand on his shoulder as he drew his weapon, turning to face the Quincy. The hand around his weapon tightened once again as he let out a quiet sigh.

"Damn it...I really wish it wasn't you."

His gaze went to the ground for a moment, before rising as he lifted his sword to the sky as a lightning bolt fell from the sky, crashing down onto his sword. A powerful burst of spiritual pressure flared from the former Captain as he unleashed Shikai, holding the new weapon in his hand with hesitant determination. However, even the simple act of looking at him would cause trouble for Sofia, as he tapped into his demonic half in order to create this effect.

Even so much as a glance would make her feel woozy and dizzy in a subtle attempt to make her drop her guard, so Henrex and Kuro could get an opening. Turning to Kuro as his wings unfurled and he too rose into the air, he only had one request:

"Please, try not to kill her."

'Why not? She's already this far gone, you might as well just end a possible threat.'

'Shut. Up.'

It was so, so tempting to listen to the Siren's song, the lull to stop concerning himself with such trivial thoughts and just let himself feel free, feel fearless, but most of all, for him to sate that aching hunger to hurt her, to make her realize the mistake she had made with her choices. But, for now, he was able to resist. There was so much anger and disappointment in Sofia. Yet, he felt torn. He knew that her choices had led her to a very, very dark path that he didn't agree with.

But there was still that part of him, that part that held even the smallest amount of hope for her, for everyone. The part that wanted to bring her back from where she had gone and save her.

As Kuro attempted to ensnare Sofia with her, Henrex held out a hand as a colossal wave of murky black water rose from behind him and surged past them in an attempt to crash into Sofia, pushing her back and lowering her speed by a level. Turning to him once again, Henrex tapped into yet another power granted to him, the private, telepathic network of Resolve Embrace in order to connect and talk to Kuro. Thoughts processed and traveled much faster than words, and it would allow them to keep fighting while communicating. For now, it was a simple question:

"What should our next move be?"

Mon 09 Dec 2019, 20:02

Herald of Demons

Sofia Montero

Song: N/a STUFF - Artist: N/A STUFF - Words: N/A

”One little piggy comes out to play.”

From the looks of it, he was like many others of his kind, visually boring. He looked sickly and frail. Of course, visual cues often had little meaning and value in respect to true combat potential; that much she knew well. Still, she couldn’t help but draw a comparison to yet another individual who she believed shared a similar enough appearance and questionable fashion taste. Still, he stood as a less appealing, weaker looking, and dare she say, discount version of Sunshine. Not soon after the sickly shinigami arrived, a familiar face would enter the scene under far less favorable circumstances...for him.

...and yet another piggy, she thought to herself.

Unfortunate. This is both unfortunate, and disappointing.”

”Its sad day when I have to see you under these circumstances,” spoke the woman, this time to and towards Henrex. ”But my presence here, as is yours siding with the corpse next to you. You made your choice.”

She licked her lips in anticipation of things to come. It would be foolish to believe she could finish the battle entirely unscathed, specially when she had to battle not one but two beings who outclassed a Captain. She prayed they were not foolish enough to believe she could be held down or beaten with any real degree of urgency. What fun was there to have if they simply tripped over their own ego and into an early grave; no. She intended to have her fun with them, for as long as that fun would actually last.

The field was her dominion in more than a metaphorical and certainly esoteric sense. Not a single energy particle was moved or changed without her noticing. Her dominion over reishi that coated almost in her surroundings awarded certain privileges mostly unique to beings like her. The ever present ability of her Melody continuously masqueraded in their surroundings as energy, as wind, as sound, and as simple echoes through every spot, and every angle, and every crevice. First came his shadow attempt at restrain and attack. A cowardly tactic fitting of his kind and his looks, but an interesting take nonetheless. As for Henrex, he seemed to try and employ the convoluted tactics she vaguely remembered from their last encounter. The wave of murky black water was coming her way. He was dangerous for sure, but one was more likely to fail by over analyzing every move he made instead of focusing on the one or two that actually served any meaningful purpose.

With an avid flick to her hand, her ring would glow as it enlarged into a blade, and with it, genesis. In an instant, any glass or windows more than a block away would shatter, with smaller pieces of rock turning to fine dust. Nearby houses with more than a couple stories would have the uppermost section in shambles, with certain roofs being ripped right off. The extremely high decibel count of what seemed like a Banshee’s scream was meant to cause temporary hearing loss for her opponents giving the levels it gave off. More importantly, in every direction from her body, that meant up and down, and left and right and in every angle, the Music Blast would lunge out. The deafening cry moved extremely fast as it was essentially Rona’s ability fueled by Sofia’s Melody and her own energy.

To start off, the mere presence of the Music Blast would weaken discount Sunshine’s attack, she didn’t have his name yet you see, by roughly half of its power. Henrex’s however would only be weakened by a mall fraction, likely by no more than 10%. Still, the power behind her move was meant to deal with the attacks on their own, regardless of if and by how much they managed to destabilize the incoming forms of offense. It was meant to cut and shred and push against the shadowy tendrils. It was meant push and cut and expand against the rush of water that was meant her way; like slapping a glass of water. It didn't need to overpower it, only oppose it. Not that she’d stay there to find out however. The very same cleverly planned move would propel her up high in excess of Mach 2 it could move before accounting for her own mastery in all manners of speedy maneuvers.

”Mind sharing your name, sickly one. If I am to die I suppose I better know your name” said Sofia to Henrex’s companion. She tried her best to hold back her laughter in the latter half of her words, but a sarcastic and cynical smile still managed to get through.

The initial maneuvers had made it clear that the two of them worked together well. It would have been safe to assume they were either close friends, dating, or something else entirely. No matter. From where she stood, one could presume she was no more than 80 meters above them, looking down at her prey. She’d raise the same ornate blade up to the sky, causing it to rain in all of its unholy deluge as if the clouds themselves weeped for their foolish sacrificial offering. Out of seemingly nowhere, five pinkish red bubbles appeared to hover slowly around her, each with a diameter of no more than three inches. They would seem semi translucent as bubble of soap normally did. In contrast to it, the silvery looking metal of her ornate Rona blade turned a glowing radiant blue.

As rain continued, Sofia sped towards the frail looking man while the red bubbles sped towards Henrex, seemingly at the same speeds she was capable of. There seemed to be nothing inherently out of the ordinary or dangerous about the rain, the bubbles, or the color of her blade, except the fact that blades could usually cut of course. In one of her free hands there seemed to be a sort of semi monochromatic item the likes and nature of which had yet to be disclosed.

“Meet my blade or run, dog,” she smiled largely to the white haired shinigami.

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Coding By: [THEFROST]

Sat 14 Dec 2019, 00:30

Captain Kuro Okami

Dead eyes.

Pulsating power.

Kuro's gaze, devoid of life, met Sofia's words about him coming out to play. The Shinigami could not recall the last time that he had… 'played'. The last time that he had been able to relax and focus on enjoying himself. When he was not constantly focusing on his work. When he was not constantly focusing on threats like her getting in the way of what the organization he followed was trying to accomplish. Playing. What did that word mean to a man like him?

Kuro's posture remained rigid, not adjusting an inch in response to her words.

He did not think of himself as a piggy; in fact, he did not believe that the term referred to him at all. A pig was cared for. A pig was monitored. A pig had a future, a destiny. Even if that destiny was to be slaughtered, it had a clear path of where it was meant to go. To accomplish that, it lived. It rolled in the mud. It played. It connected with others. …Lower than a pig.

That single thought poked at Kuro's mind. But as easily as it poked, it faded back through his mental landscape, fading back away into nothing.

Kuro's gaze shifted. There was a hand on his shoulder. For some reason, he could not bring himself to call up any of his killing intent; after a moment, he understood why. Henrex. Kuro's gaze shifted, and for a moment, the strain seemed to pass from him. A wide eyed look stole along his face, before slowly returning to that steeled expression. Henrex released his Zanpakuto. Kuro stood unmoving next to his brother in arms, apparently unphased from the Shinigami's release. He stared directly ahead, stepping a single foot to the side in order to see around Henrex's wings.

"… She reeks of blood, Henrex." The soft reply came to the hybrid, Kuro's voice cold, cracking around the word 'reeks'. Around the Shinigami, a dark aura had formed; it was growing thicker, and he seemed to be doing everything he could not to move. "…I can smell it. I can feel it. She'll keep killing. Over and over again." Kuro's voice contained not a hint of that madness; of the primal rage one should typically feel when confronted with a murderer. "… She smells like I do."

That last phrase left Kuro's mouth, the telekinetic link establishing between the two of them as the red-eyed Shinigami drew his weapons close. …Lower than a corpse? That next thought rang within Kuro's mind, his focus changing back to the woman at hand. If I don't fight to kill, Henrex, she's probably going to put me into a grave.

Kuro's body leapt out onto the wave that Henrex had created. That glowing aura was still simmering around him; his eye sockets had been completely taken up by that same power. His body landed evenly on the wave, his white hair standing out among the shadows of this cursed evening. Beneath his feet, a thick black board of shadow sat, his legs entering into a crouching stance as he found his balance. Henrex. Over the communication, Kuro gave his friend a general idea of what he was going to do.

His right hand reached out. Around Kuro's body, sparks began to flare and shimmer. Blue arcs, that gradually darkened. Before Sofia's eyes, the Shadow Shinigami's body became cloaked in that darkness, ramping up its intensity and force with each passing moment. Spiritual pressure soared throughout the street; buildings had marks carved into them, and even the average person could feel a sense of danger toward the general direction of the clock tower.

The Shinigami had unleashed his Shunko.

From where he had reached his hand out, Kuro was creating a new shadow construct. His eyes had been pointed upward at his target the entire time; as she descended, he gripped the end of the shadow construct, his feet pushing off of the board as the shadowy line moved.

Sofia's attack smashed into Henrex's wave.

Kuro's Shadow Shunko's augmentation triggered around the length of the line, causing for it to wrap around the man's body, turning into a spiraling shape, its end pointed at the tip. His body came crashing into the woman's, the Shadow shifting and reassembling, moving with incredible speed to fulfill its role.

His Vise Limb was trying to clash directly into her sword. With shunpo-like speed it coursed around the length of her blade, trying to race up her arm as it went. She could feel the strength behind it, growing and compounding with each passing second as it tried to spiral its way around her arm.

Right there, she could finally meet the eyes of the man. Black lightning shot from the sides of his face, his left hand reaching out as he went directly for her throat.

His red eyes glowed. A corpse he was no longer, the dark arcs of electricity crackling as his lips began to widen. His unchapped lips cracked, small beads of red dripping down the sides of his mouth as he gave her a grin. She could see how worn his teeth were; cracks within the bones, others filed down to points. His white hair was wildly trashing about behind him from the impact. Could she feel it? His heart, pounding in his chest. His bare feet, toes gripping against one another. The way his Haori blew off, revealing his torso, the horrific scarring from where his left arm connected to the rest of him.

"Ha ha, ha… For Henrex, this is your one chance. Drop the weapon. Or the Captain of the Stealth Division of the Gotei 13, Kuro Okami, will bury you."

The force of the impact shattered the glass in the nearby buildings. Despite his appearance, the most intense part of the Shadow Shinigami were his eyes. That pressure from before was different, now. It had been changed. The bloodlust had changed; the dark certainty it carried before had metamorphized into a living, breathing mission.

He thought she would give him time to explain his name; she had asked, after all. He was waiting to see what she would do next. Entering into his Shunko had taken most of his strength at the moment; but now that he was here, he felt so much more free.

He had not been able to see it before; but the woman in front of him was positively stunning. But… the way that she wore it was not. Kuro wondered if that was what was the cause of Henrex's request. He could not stand the thought of his friend being deceived by someone like this. Right now, he wanted to use his freedom to crush this lewdly dressed woman who was causing problems for his friend.

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Fri 03 Jan 2020, 05:22

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Artist: FrostFM - Song: Battle Against a True Hero (Ambient)

As an opposite to his former co-Captain, Henrex's eyes burned with emotion, life, and regret. The hand that held his sword gripped the handle tighter as he watched Kuro leap on top of the wave, relaying what he planned to do. While he stood, already he was preparing for his own response. Ruby eyes glimmered with demonic and emotional energy as the influence of his emotional manipulation and the effects of Dread Gaze spread across the battlefield.

This lingering aura of Za Koa would begin to dull the senses of both combatants, something that would eventually lead to the two of them falling asleep. While this wouldn't happen for a while, it would be a constant effect of the battlefield. Not long after his energy had set in, Henrex quickly applied his Possessive Shifting to block his ears from the sudden blast of sound that Sofia had released to disorient them, as well as resist their oncoming attacks.

His regeneration took care of the damage taken from the sound blast, but he was able to block his ears before any severe damage was done. It didn't take long for Henrex to gather a small sum of energy to kick off the ground, "blinking" as he closed the distance between himself, Sofia, and Kuro. During this, he summoned his Tulpa, a purple rib-cage forming around him with arms spawning from the construct.

Since it was likely that Kuro and Sofia would come to blows, Henrex made sure that he came between them to use his Tulpa to block them on either side.

"I'm not going to let either of you die..."

Tapping into one of his Zanpakuto's base powers and techniques, Henrex began channeling a mix of wind and energy to unleash a powerful blast of air and kinetic force, not enough to severely damage either Sofia or Kuro, but most certainly enough to force them backward several meters, if not more, as well as pushing the bubbles away and possibly popping them with the sheer force of the air current that the half-breed had unleashed. Returning to a neutral stance, Henrex turned his head to face them one after the other as lightning sparked along the edge of his Zanpakuto.

"Even if that ends up meaning we have to fight both of you at the same time."

Two voices spoke in unison as he finished and the man's eyes no longer had their gentle flare. A cold, scarlet gaze would meet both of them as the aura and weight of his will began to press down on them. It was a declaration to the two of them, a rule that he would enforce with every ounce of power in his body. He would not let either side kill the other, no matter what it took. The half-breed let out a quiet breath as he readjusted the grip on his weapon, a small, subtle smile briefly gracing his lips before fading as he turned to face Sofia again.

A small glimpse of the possible future.

Holding his sword to the sky, Henrex once again tapped into his base influence over storms to make the effects of the storm worse. Heavier rain, more powerful, dangerous winds, lightning screaming across the sky and thunder roaring in response. Lightning crashed against his sword as he summoned energy once more to create a colossal dragon. Swinging his sword forward, he sent the attack toward Sofia at Mach speeds, aiming to discharge once it made contact.

Despite his wish to keep them alive, there was still quite a bit of power behind the attack. Even with his will keeping him from succumbing to those desires completely, the Miasma was still a very present influence on his own instability -- and, if he chose to forsake the abilities he could use in order to aid him, his fall could come much sooner than expected.

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