Old Memories, New Faces

Sat Nov 30, 2019 11:16 am

-Crunch, crunch-

The lifeless sands of Hueco Mundo seemed as though a welcome home to one so long gone. White as the masks they wore, and as unceasing as the hunger that drove them. It was a constant reminder of the emptiness within, and the danger that succumbing to it might pose.

-Crunch, crunch-

However, within the endless sea of death, one structure stood tall. A fortress built centuries ago, to represent the growing power and unity of Hueco Mundo. A monument to the rise of Arrancar within the realm of Hollow, and the hubris that brought them down again.

-Crunch-

The Hollow stopped in her tracks, and gazed up at the old towers. Her sharp features softened, as memories played through her mind without abandon. The land, and this fortress, even, had never been lively; it was sad to see how much worse things had gotten in her absence, however. She could hardly feel the presence of anything stronger than a lesser creature. A few Gillian roamed the forest underneath, but...

She breathed, and hummed lightly. Her power continued to press outward, calmly though firmly subjecting the surrounding area to her domineering presence. She stepped forward again, into the courtyard of the once prominent structure.

Where artificial daylight had once bathed the land inside with its harsh gaze, only the comforting light of the moon overhead dared to enter these hallowed grounds now.

"Fitting; this place should be so... empty." Her voice was calm, though warped and caused to echo by the dread power that radiated from her being.

Sun Dec 01, 2019 12:14 pm

In stark contrast to the proud arachnid that trampled over the sands of Hueco Mundo like a sadistic queen trodding upon the backs of millions of bowed subjects, Cala clung to the shadows, suppressing and distorting their Reiatsu so as to avoid notice. The dark-haired Arrancar weaving among the shadows of the broken buildings before coming across a half-topped tower. Even though Cala was adept at sensing the spiritual pressure of others, as they scaled the tower in thought, they would hardly even need the ability to sense anything at all to be obviously aware of the aura that the feminine being below exerted over the area.

As Cala peeked over the lip of the crooked tower, their lavender eyes curiously watching the being, they pursed their lips in thought. They doubted that, in this form, they were worth the notice of such a being. While also doubting that, even should they release themselves, they would be capable of matching them. Cala's stomach squirmed at the idea of taking on their true form anyways. To say that each form had a bit of contention between the other was.... a slight understatement. In truth transforming, for Cala's restrained form, was vaguely terrifying and more than a little stressful.

Shaking their head and returning their attention to the female Hollow, Cala bit their lip before remembering the other two odd people they had recently met here in Hueco Mundo. Those two had been.... odd.... but not intent on killing them. Maybe this person was like them? Just lost in Hueco Mundo? Cala decided that, even if this person wasn't lost or even really stressed by being here... well.... they could at least say hi.

Scooting forward to the edge of what was once the pillar's top Cala scooted forward along their bottom, tucking their kimono tightly to themselves, before sliding off the tower. Cala blinked and gave a tiny yelp as, after only a scant foot of falling, the knotted sash that kept their kimono tied caught on the top of the tower, and halted Cala's fall. Leaving them, quite literally, suspended by their bottom in the air. Like a toy dangling from a string, or web, in this instance. A fierce, bright blush painting their features as they squirmed and wiggled, reaching back to try and untangle their kimono from the tower. Only to huff and pout as they found they could not. Grumbling a tiny, embarrassed noise Cala was about to call out to the feminine Hollow when they noticed with wide eyes, the other Hollow was already very much aware of their presence.

Swallowing thickly it was all Cala could do to give a tiny, meek wave, their hands now being busied with pushing the skirt of their kimono down to preserve some modesty, and mumbling out a small and VERY embarrassed "Ummm.... H-Hello......"

Mon Dec 02, 2019 10:23 am

Reina Arácnida

Not entirely empty, as she would soon find out.

The Hollow followed the sound of something small; something that didn't wish to be noticed. Her piercing eyes scanned the great walls of Las Noches, and did eventually spot the small figure tumbling down the side of one of the towers...

Only to become stuck.

An amused smile crossed her lips, and she chuckled to herself at the Arrancar's antics. Slowly, she raised one hand, then one digit to point squarely at the hem of the creature's kimono. A small orb, brilliant in its purple color, appeared at the end of her digit, then the bala fired with alarming speed.

With the rock the Arrancar had gotten caught on smashed by the bullet, it would likely come tumbling down, right to where the Hollow followed with idle steps.

"Hello, niña." She grinned, though it would be a lie to say feeding wasn't the first thought to come to mind. Of course, the Arrancar didn't seem to be filling at all, but on the other hand, she was cute. "Watching Us, are we?"

Tue Dec 03, 2019 8:44 pm

The beast lumbered through the sands of Hueco Mundo.

The mindset of a Gillian was a simple thing really. An all pervading sense of hunger gnawed endlessly at the foundations of the Hollow's animalistic mind, driving one forward endlessly to kill and kill and kill again, chasing after relief that always seemed just a few steps ahead. The Gillian itself hadn't eaten in several days, and the all-too familiar phantom pain began pulsing at the edges of his brain.

The Gillian's spindly hands twitched under his dark cloak as he passed across the shadow of a grand fortress, the home to beings so far above his primitive existence that the Hollow would have likely worshiped them as gods if his sentience extended that far. It had been following a pulsating power for hours now, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The Gillian stopped behind a massive sand dune several meters away from the pair, its mask twisting in the rictus of a grin as it felt the spiritual signature of the two pulsate like a beacon. The Hollow's spiritual senses were primitive and unfocused, but it was all he had in this sandy region of the dimension. Any observers would feel the Hollow's energy begin to concentrate as he began gathering energy, focusing towards his mask.....

Wed Dec 04, 2019 12:35 pm

Cala's eyes widened in immediate alarm as the scary spider lady raised a finger and, with startling accuracy, fire it in Cala's direction. Thankfully for Cala the shot merely broke the lip of the tower they currently dangled from. Sending them tumbling forward in a front flip before landing on their bottom on the sands of Hueco Mundo. Cala took a moment to rub their suddenly-sore bottom and wince before blinking up at Reina, who now stood VERY close to them. Making Cala jump in surprise and flush even more so in embarrassment. Since, whether Cala had any knowledge of it or not, when you have what looks like a spider-themed dominatrix standing over you with a very hungry grin... you blush. Regardless of such things as context.

At the pretty Hollow's question Cala bit their lip, their porcelain features alight with a furtive blush, and it was all they could do to nod. Timidly casting their glance aside as their fingers sheepishly dug into the sands of Hueco Mundo. "U-Ummm y-yes....but I-..." Cala would hardly have time to finish their explanation before they were alerted to the gathering of energy nearby. Cala's Pesquisa detecting a gathering of energy nearby. Reacting with a speed and nimbleness that would seem.... wholly out of place compared to their bumbling from before Cala would roll backward over their own head, push off with their elbows, then their hands as their arms extended, before landing seamlessly on their feet.

Turning to look out towards where this energy was felt, Cala could feel the unrefined energy of the Gillian slowly focusing around their mask, aiming in their direction. Cala would glance sidelong at Reina, unsure of what to say or do. Cala doubted the Gillian's attack would bother her over-much but even so it felt..... wrong to simply allow themselves to be subjected to an attack Something on a primal level within Cala being disgusted with the idea. "Ummm... maybe we should react?" Cala suggested softly.

Thu Dec 05, 2019 12:09 pm

Reina Arácnida

The Arrancar was even cuter up close. Its features so soft and gentle, and even its estigma had taken the appearance of a little hair pin. It was difficult to repress such feelings most Hollow would've simply lost or discarded over time, but her expression softened in kind.

That is, until the tell-tale feeling of energy gathering drew her attention away from the adorable niña. In the distance, the towering gargantuan was easy enough to see, as was the dim red of its Cero coming to life between its massive jaws.

The female Hollow smirked, and glanced back at the niña just in time to see her show of acrobatics.

"We suppose so." She almost scoffed at the weak soul that stood to harm her and the Arrancar. Even for a Gillian, it was almost... pitiful in its might.

Drawing in a breath, the Hollow called out to the giant with a low, gutteral bellow that shook the sands underneath their feet. It was a primal, instinctive command; one that would dominate the mindless and weak-willed alike with utter certainty.

And all would obey.

Sun Dec 08, 2019 10:49 am

If Cigarra was sentient enough to have one gripe about being a Gillian, it would be that the form was too goddamn stupid. Animalistic hunger and rage swirled like fog in the Gillian’s mind, preventing him from thinking clearly enough to come up with a realistic plan. Cigarra was one of the most cautious and careful Gillians one could ever meet, and he had still charged in like an idiot.

Cigarra’s smirk widened as he watched the pair notice him! The Hollow was unbothered, many of his prey had noticed him at the last second before their imminent demise but had perished regardless. Unfortunately, just as the energy built to a crescendo, a cry rang out across the sands of Hueco Mundo, the sound striking the Gillian like a physical force!

OBEY OBEY OBEY OBEY

The energy gathering at the Hollow’s mask abruptly died, and the Gillian took a hesitant step towards the pair, towards the-MASTER-more powerful of the two. It then took another, and another, going to kneel before it’s master. Deep inside however, something within Cigarra rebelled.

Its legs shook as it’s knees hovered a few meters above the ground, the Gillian acting like it was fighting against some great weight. This Hollow was his-RULER-enemy! He would not obey! A light of defiance sparked in the Hollow’s yellow eyes, and, hastily, the Hollow managed to gather enough energy, red energy swirling around his mask. The Gillian reared back and fired it’s signature Vibración Cero, likely engulfing both figures. Nothing could survive it! Nothing every had!

Mon Dec 09, 2019 9:50 pm

Cala would shiver as Reina began to scream a deep, primal scream. Something that called to a long-buried part of Cala's psyche, beckoned it, coaxed it. Drew it in like a fly trapped on the end of a web to the waiting, poisonous kiss of a spider. Cala stared, in their mind's eye, longingly into Reina's own dark, full lips..... for a moment or two.... their breathe quickening. Something bordering on affection and obsession shimmering in their lavender eyes before they snapped themselves out of it. Shaking their head and instead turning their attention to the Hollow that acted as their mutual threat.

As Cala felt the pressure of the energy the Hollow exerted reach a tipping point, Cala swept their left hand in a wide arc toward Cigarra. Small, white pinpricks of energy in the form of ten Bala, surrounded by flickering darkness, would arc from Cala's fingertips. The centrifugal motion of Cala's arm as an axis would cause the Bala to fire out in a wide arc, around the Cero that Cigarra fired. Cala had, purposely, divided the energy of what they felt Cigarra was delivering among the Bala. Planning ahead to their next motion as the Cero was fired.

Cala could sense that the Cero was... shaking... vibrating.... and so they sprung into action accordingly. From the sleeves of their robes a tide of fade lanced out in a tri-pronged motion. Enough to cover two fully grown adults meeting the Cero both head-on, and from either side. The ash of their fade pressing into the Cero from three fronts in order to contain it's rapid motion. Pinning it inwards in every direction but back from it's original source. Despite this Cala held no great advantage over the Hollow in power, thus a third of the fade that caught the Cero was torn from the original mass and flung aside.... penetrated. Cala blinked, before working quickly, their hands sweeping elegant motions to draw the discarded and bypassed section of Fade back to themselves, forming another connection from Cala's original mass of Fade to Cala's neck like some grim, ashen tube.

In the next few moments, provided the Hollow did not act further, the Cero would begin to slow, dim and finally sputter out as the roiling mass of ashen substances completely smothered it. Cala's breathe becoming sharper and deeper as the energy they expended on the Bala swept back into their body, replenishing them.

Wed Dec 11, 2019 11:34 am

Reina Arácnida

The female Hollow smiled as the giant succumbed obediently to her power. Yes, all would obey without question. Soon, she would-

The Gillian, however, did manage to resist her dominance, and reeled back to charge another Cero. It was weak and pitiful, though it did seem to be more willful than the others she'd come across so far. Her expression did not change, despite this, nor did she show much of a reaction beyond amusement to the niña's defense against such a raw, primal attack.

She tsk'd at the lumbering brute, and stepped forward without a care.

"We applaud your strength. It's not many who can resist our call." With a low hiss of static noise, she vanished and reappeared upon one of the many spikes that jutted from the creature's throat. One hand gently fell upon its masked face, and without any show of killing intent, would begin to burn agonizingly.

"Now, kneel." Her voice dropped, and hummed with an unrestrained power that swept across the sands of Hueco Mundo. If the Gillian could resist its instinct, then she would have its obedience by force.

Sat Dec 14, 2019 10:46 pm

The Gillian howled in frustration. Just as he had managed to overcome the female's strange powers, the smaller of the two had somehow managed to nullify his full power blast! Not only that, but the runt also produced several bala that smashed into the Gillian's body, wounding it badly. How was he supposed to feed if the pair wouldn't roll over and die? The beast wasn't sure how much longer he could stay the dominant personality without an additional influx of energy, not even mentioning the amount he had already expended....

The wounded Gillian would tilt it's head curiously as the woman began to produce strange noises from an orifice on it's face. Was this some sort of attack that it wasn't aware of? No part of it's body seemed to be in pain, but maybe this was an ability that was more subtle in it's execution.

Then, in an eyeblink, the female crossed the sands and placed a decollate hand on his mask.

The Gillian howled, the sound a primal noise of pure agony. It desperately tried to shrink away from the pain, but the other being was inexorable, reinforcing the mental pain with another mental command that shook the being's subconscious like a physical force. Cigarra fought back desperately, but he simply did not have the mental strength any longer with the pure agony emanating from his face. The Gillian crashed to it's knees before it's Master. It bowed it's head in submission, seemingly broken.

Eventually the pain stopped, but the Hollow continued to make keening noises, whimpering like a wounded animal.

Then, in an instant, it reared up and blasted the woman once more.

The Hollow was still too weakened to produce a Vibración Cero, and the lingering effects of the woman's words made it difficult to even consider harming such a being. Therefore, this cero was wild and unrestrained, a red mass of pure spiritual energy that would smack into his foe at point-blank range.

Surely she couldn't survive. Nothing before her had.

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