I'm Lost {Open}

It was, or it is daytime.The certainty may only be a guess as it isn't the easiest thing to keep track of daylight in the middle of a sandstorm.If you guessed correctly, he was in a desert which would be the result of so many wars over the pass 4 centuries but not important to highlight now.On consideration it would have seemed best to avoid such a situation, but it had occurred on such a short notice, Rook had no other option but to face it head on.He kept marching forward with the legs of his black suited pants rolled up to his knees and the fancy dress shirt and tie was now a victim of the harsh winds with sand pelting it's surface.His fancy shoes that you'd expect to tie together his supposed business man attire, was strapped around his shoulder by the laces.Surprisingly they kept together in the harsh weather, though he wasn't sure how long it would be before they we're no more.

So there he was, left to endure the siring pain of his soles and the constant lash of winds beating against his thick figure.By now the storm would rip the skin off any 'normal' man's bones but you could tell he was unique.It only got worst form their but his mood didn't change he just kept marching.

The Dark Child of Ra



Typhon




Typhon slowly opened his eyes, his wings spread wide on his back. How long as it been...? Half a year...? Since... since Kimimaro was killed...? He sighed, looking out across the rocks. His tough adjuchas body gave resilience against the wind; his wings folding in briefly as he looked around himself. Is there.... no. There is nothing left... there is not a thing left in this world for me... It's all... it's all... He reached his sword tip up to his face, feeling something strange that was blurring his eyes. What... what is this liquid... How... How did it get on my face...? I don't understand... I'm supposed to be an assassin, but I have no will left to fight; its gone... I've lost a part of myself, an important part... what in the hell do I do from here...? He wondered, watching the strange water go from his face onto the ground below himself, his eyesight blurred.

He felt it then; an energy. A spirit energy; the likes of which he had not felt since he had abandoned the Espada after Kimimaro's death. He looked up, feeling the desert wind blowing away the strange water off his face. He felt strange; this was certain. Something like he hadn't done battle with before; he considered his options. He had nothing left to fight for but for the fight itself; but maybe he could still do battle with this stranger. He wouldn't kill him if he could; after all, this person probably still had a life to live. However, Typhon no longer desired to kill needlessly; he didn't really want to go on much more. So, with a sigh, he raised his wings, flapping them down, releasing the energy he stockpiled in them.

He appeared next to the shinigami, feeling strange. His mask... it itched. It itched like he could not believe. However, he couldn't use his claw or his sword to scratch it, or risk destroying himself. He cooled down the pain and brought down his blade, firing a ray of wind at his opponent. To them, he would seem that he was just an ordinary Adjuchas; but he would most likely notice the tears and the half-heartedness behind the attack. If I could speak... I would ask this one what he is doing here... He thought to himself, holding up his blade in defense, his mask now on fire with itching...

Stumbling, his eyes focused on the sands swallowing him up to his knees he glanced upward to get a clear view ahead but saw it pointless.His glasses were holding up fine,it did a good job of keeping the sand out of his eyes but who knows for how long the lens would last.He smirked at the thought, these were his most trusted pair and never broke under the stress of drastic force ,Alex's training should be an example.He kept his arms up now as he could feel his waist caught up in the sand and waddled through with the fair of being buried alive.Looking around he could see a strange figure approach, masculine in shape of course but with the exception of having large blobs sticking out of his back and a shield of some sort covering his left arm."Hey! can you hear me! I think i need a little help!"he would continue to say, but he could feel the sand pouring down his throat with each word he took.Suddenly he saw the figure raise what appeared to be a sword and swung low with such force that a bit of his appearance was revealed as the attack parted the sands with little ease.

Rook caught a glimpse of a mask and instinctively, knew he was in for a fight.Judging by the power and shape of what he was sure to be a hollow he speculated it to be an adjuchas.With little time to react he grabbed the broken blade concealed within the dress shirt and held up his left hand.He stabbed the back of his left hand and the blade began to glow.Suddenly a gray metallic substance began to cover his hand accompanied by a surprising boost of power and a fancy show of energy pulsating from it.His blade disappeared and the attack had it's impact.It was still pushing against his arm, and the metallic substance hadn't completely covered his hand as he was suspecting it to.His legs where now visible with the sand storm vanishing and the sands covering his feet went with it as well."Embody the man that was once death. . .EMBODY DEADMAN!".With a flash of light the metallic substance covered his hand completely and quickly crushed the attack within hold.

A large amount of sand was blown about form both attack and explosion.Emerging with his gauntlet covered in smoke and a massive build up of reiatsu emitting from his being, he couldn't help but to smirk and motion the Adjuchas to come forward."You really caught at a bad time, how about we get things started ."He said, smiling.

Typhon screeched in reply to the man; he could understand basic talk. He pushed his feet off the ground halfheartedly, flapping his wings only at medium speed as he flew at the shinigami, bringing down his blade. He then sidestepped, slashing from the man's right side, ducking down low as he swept out both his legs, sticking his claw into the ground to hold his weight, trying to trip Rook. Then he fired energy from his claw, a bala, flying up into the air with a flap. He pointed it at Rook, releasing a charged cero.

Then he gave another flap of his wings, bringing them in as he flipped back, dragging his claw in the dirt to slow himself down. He waited, seeing if it had had any effect. He seems... fairly strong. However, I doubt he's Kimimaro's level... or was... in any case, he may still surprise me yet... The thought trailed off in his mind as he brought one leg forwards, holding up his claw outwards and his blade held out in front of himself in a defensive stance. He hoped that the man would deliver, at least. His defenses appeared to be alright; Typhon really didn't care how he looked with his sunglasses and coat. He decided to give the man the honor of his name, using fairly short words.

"I Am Typhon. Tell me, what is your goal?"

At the sound of his screech Rook was already placed into a defensive position.Not properly anticipating a slash from the side, he instinctively parried the blow by blocking it with his right arm and clasping down on the blade in hopes of stopping him from attacking any further.He then took it upon himself to deliver a painful round house with his left leg but that was easily dodged once his opponents blade slipped out of his grasp,the result of not holding onto it too tightly as it was still sharp, and the male sunk lower to make a sweep, which invertible caused the man his downfall and at the mercy of whatever his opponent may have planned.Just then a beam of light was fired from his opponent giving him little time to react.As the impending blast was a close to hitting directly, he crossed both of his arms blocking the beam then extended them to launch it as a counter attack for the on coming cero he was expecting to be fired shortly after his opponent flew up and the energy in the air suddenly shifted.

He wasn't finished just as yet, as he summoned a ball of condensed reiatsu flickering with sparks of electricity emitted then tossing it at the cero just to ensure that it would be cancelled if the bala could not do it's job.He stood up quickly getting back onto his feet and launched himself towards the hollow that claimed himself to be Typhon, and was eager to see what would be done.