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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 24, 2014 11:32:22 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 24, 2014 11:32:22 GMT -5

If there is one thing that made the desert beautiful, it is the fact that it is so white and blank. Like sheets of paper, newly made and not yet lined with the story that needed to be told. Blank paper was a beginning, and yet it also could be an end, for when the pages of writing end, there is always one or two blank pages left. However, many stories continued on, in sequels.

Himiko didn't remember her life as a human anymore, except for small brief glimpses into her old life's memory. It was never enough to piece together to first book of her life, but just enough to get the general picture. However, her life as a hollow was as clear in her mind as if it had been engrained into her skin. Her creation, her first years living in fear, and then her many years of triumph. But now, at the peak of her growth, she knew not what to do now or where to go and that frustrated her more so than anything had in her life as a hollow.

The wind howled around and over her as she walked calmly across one of the higher sand dunes, tossing her lilac hair with its angry throws, and blasting sand against her armored skin. Behind her, her long tail lashed back and forth, as if reflecting on the inner storm raging within its owner. Himiko's very face was set with a stiff glare from her cheekbones down, but from the cheek up, her face was covered in her mask, keeping her eyes hidden from view and the world hidden from her eyes. Pale armored hands were clenched in tight fists at her sides as she continued to ponder her curious situation.

Himiko was a Vasto Lorde, the top of the hollow food chain, and though she was proud of herself for coming so far, she was unsure of what to do next. The hunger that had lead her for years was gone now, and now she was truly walking blind out here in the deserts of Hueco Mundo. Yes her other senses other than sight helped guide her, but that wasn't what made her blind now. With the hunger gnawing at her chest, she had been given a purpose, sate it. Now without it, she was simply just wandering the desert, not even interested in other hollow anymore.

She briefly pondered if this was the way Vasto Lorde's were destined to live their lives, wandering until purpose came to them. Himiko had heard in her younger years that some still killed other hollow, just for fun, but to her.. Killing without purpose was senseless and dishonorable, and just wrong in her opinion. So for now, she wandered and wondered as she trekked across these endless dunes.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 24, 2014 22:22:43 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 24, 2014 22:22:43 GMT -5

{himiko} {word 153} {blank paper}

complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

A booming static marred the sound waves, and slapped the sand below him to introduce the boots of a towering figure only mere faces in front of the wandering Vasto Lorde. His light-blue orbs gazed upon his form with a confident palette, admiring every curve about her body and every ounce of potential emanating from her. The mysterious figure’s spiritual pressure was absolutely dominating in power; dwarfing even hers, and composed of pure anger, though his visage only drew a serene expression.

Spiky blonde strands rested lightly with the tilt of the head, his hands lazed in the comfort of his pockets, with a gentle stream of wind sending the gray furs about his coat into a soft dance. His orbs narrowed—he saw a blank paper that called for filling.

There was silence.

“Why do you exist?” He asked, his deep baritone a slap to the muted abyss that engulfed them.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 25, 2014 17:55:33 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 25, 2014 17:55:33 GMT -5

As a loud boom filled the air above her, Himiko froze and her face moved from a glare to almost no expression at all. She heard boots land upon the sand and she tensed up even more as a spiritual pressure much stronger than her own crashed down upon her like so much weight. Himiko's long broad tail rose defensively in front of her form, and swayed back and forth, revealing the sharp edges to the armor beneath the fur as a warning. Although, her warning wouldn't do much good against something or someone much stronger than herself, and so she waited.

She felt the wind decrease in strength from where the other stood in front of her, smelling their scent on the wind, and tasting it too. However, she didn't feel the other move from their position, and that bothered her. What was this unknown intruder upon her day plotting? An attack? She wouldn't last very long, and she knew it. Her only chance in such a situation was to run if she wished to live a little longer.. Or was there something more to this mysterious character? The silence between them seemed to stretch on, and she was beginning to grow impatient.

“Why do you exist?”

Himiko took in a soft breath, tail lowering to sway by her right side, not yet falling out of the way, but not yet offering harm. "I'm not sure. I have been wandering these deserts looking for a reason to exist." she stated calmly, finally lowering her tail till it swayed slowly behind her, with only to slightest twitch in its actions to reveal the tension beneath the surface of her skin.

Now it was her turn to ask the questions. "Tell me... Who are you and why do you exist?" she inquired just as calmly as she had answered him. Her voice was gravely alto traveling through the silence of the desert, again breaking the silence in the world around them. Her face was set in a stoic line, and her arms drifted upwards to cross right over her chest as she awaited his response.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 25, 2014 18:24:12 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 25, 2014 18:24:12 GMT -5

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complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

The mysterious man’s oceanic orbs effortlessly identified tension lurking in every contour of her intricate form, and he found himself fighting back the urge to scrunch his nose in the disgusting scent of her apprehension—and the empty shell of her resolve. His blank visage melded into a light grin, a low chuckle rising to tickle the ear drums. He soared into the very depths of her soul with an unblinking gaze, and left the imprints of his large boots in the sand as he neared towards her.

He usurped his right hand in an artful and nonchalant movement, and slowly planted a tender kiss on the back of her hand. “I am the Godfather of Hueco Mundo.” He said, gently releasing his hold on her hand. “And I exist to wipe ignorance and complacency from every Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy and Human, and give them power, passion, and knowledge if they deserve it.”

You could be so beautiful, my Vasto Lorde.

He licked his lips, eyeing down every curve, slope, and armoring of her form; though no glints of lust lingered in his optics. His baritone softened, while his expression hardened with curiosity.

“Do you deserve a reason to live?”

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 8:33:00 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 26, 2014 8:33:00 GMT -5

Himiko frowned as he moved closer, her ears picking up his approaching footsteps, and although the old part of her told her to run, she stayed put. So far he had offered no harm to her, and it didn't seem like he was going to. However, when he took her hand, she quirked her head in curiosity, although the mask withheld much of her surprise from him. He left a kiss on the back of her hand, and when he released her she brought that hand close to her form, stroking the area with a slightly surprised look on her face.

“I am the Godfather of Hueco Mundo. And I exist to wipe ignorance and complacency from every Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy and Human, and give them power, passion, and knowledge if they deserve it.”

She felt him looking over her, heard him licking his lips, and briefly wondered if he was going to eat her. It would be odd to have come this far and be devoured. Himiko allowed the knowledge that he had given her to sink in for a silent moment, and absorbed the fact that he could give her everything she wanted, and possibly more. He could give her purpose; a purpose she had been trying to find for a long time in the wasteland of this desert.

“Do you deserve a reason to live?”

She could not and did not hesitate to answer the man. "Yes." she stated quickly reaching out to touch the edge of his jaw with reverence. The tips of her clawed fingers trailed up his face, as she examined his face, being careful to keep those sharp nails from harming his complexion. "Give me a purpose, and I will serve without hesitation, question, or rebellion. I will be loyal until my death." she stated purposefully, yet truthfully as she ran her finger up the ridge of his nose and to lightly touch his hair. The as soon as her hand had been there, she removed it, now with a small bit of understanding of what he looked like. She may have had just bits and pieces, but it was enough to pair the voice with glimpses of a face.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 12:34:46 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 26, 2014 12:34:46 GMT -5

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complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

There wasn’t the change in the man’s breaths as her beastly claw reached to explore his features, nor was there a twitch of angst; there was only the slightest touch of anger pinching his visage. He didn’t doubt that she could sense his passion, but she was all too quick to deliver her will to another. His deep voice hardened with resolve. “Do not insult yourself. Wrath does not build a one-dimensional puppy.” He stated, his eyes wreathing in an accentuating flame.

“You will become an instrument of knowledge; of strife, and I will give you the power to channel your passions so that you may break your shackles.” He tilted his head lightly. “I will give you no purpose; I will become the conduit in which you mold yourself, and through me you will realize and manifest your own purpose.”

His near-infuriated orbs examined the mask that marred her beauty, and nearly gouged out the mentality that restricted her power. He managed to contain himself from ripping her apart where she stood, and simply inhaled his seeping anger back into his body. She would be dragged to glory, and soon she would have a reason to spring in the night, and in the morning. “You will respect yourself when you are around me, is that understood?”

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 20:24:59 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 26, 2014 20:24:59 GMT -5

“Do not insult yourself. Wrath does not build a one-dimensional puppy.”

She couldn't help but frown, slight confusion would have narrowed the eyes behind the mask if they had been open. In any case, she felt the heat coming off of him as he stood there, much of it the heat of his anger mixing with his spiritual pressure. Her long tail swished once, the broad flat end of it twitching lightly as she stood solemnly in front of him.

“You will become an instrument of knowledge; of strife, and I will give you the power to channel your passions so that you may break your shackles. I will give you no purpose; I will become the conduit in which you mold yourself, and through me you will realize and manifest your own purpose.”

Himiko paused, unable to respond for a few moments to his words, but what she heard she did like. Power, and the ability to create her own purpose, and not follow someone else's will. "Forgive me. I had assumed that was what was expected of me. I did not even allow my mind to wander to the fact that you might have more noble intentions for me, sir." she stated calmly, no hesitation or emotion in her words. Though she might be afraid of his wrath, she wasn't going to let him know through her voice; her tail betrayed enough of her emotions.

Then, she felt a calm fall across the air, and her mask seemed to heat across her face. Her frown grew deeper, and a hand went up to touch the edge of the blinding thing out of instinct. It was her weakness, and her strength. It had forced her to work around it, to prove that she was to be taken seriously, even if it hindered her. She had hoped with becoming a Vasto Lorde, that part of it might of fell away so she could see, but she had encountered no such luck.

“You will respect yourself when you are around me, is that understood?”

Himiko removed her clawed hand from her mask, and straightened up a little, her long tail falling to lay flat to the sand. Her expression changed to a soft smirk, barely noticeable, but there nonetheless. "Yes. I understand clearly." she stated, her long arms coming up to cross in front of her chest. "However, do you believe there might be some way for my mask to be altered or removed so I might see? I have come so far with it holding me back, I can only imagine how far I could stride forward if even a part of it was removed so I could see..." she inquired cautiously, careful to try not to rile his anger back up again since he had cooled down.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 20:56:36 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 26, 2014 20:56:36 GMT -5

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complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

It was a shame that she couldn’t see his smile, because any Hollow in Hueco Mundo knew well that it was a sight beyond rare. He chuckled, and outstretched his dextral hand to tenderly contact against her mask, admiring the beauty of it through a slow, horizontal slide. He trailed his hand down to her chin, and lifted her jaw with a gentle touch. Her skin, her attitude, and her calm tone reminded him too much of Videll, and he found his eyebrows scrunching.

He exhaled, lowering his jaw, and slapping away his memories.

“A mask on a Vasto Lorde is a shackle.” He said, his hand gradually falling from her skin at a pace almost sensual. “Remove it.”

His hands fell into the confines of his pockets, and a rapping of his feet into the sand lethargically carried his person behind her. A tilt of his head gave an inquisitive view of her tail, examining the movements and the emotions that invoked its movement. Her tongue was stoic, but it was obvious her tail torqued volumes for her heart; her person—and that was what he wanted.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 22:48:36 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 26, 2014 22:48:36 GMT -5

Himiko frowned for a moment as the silenced stretched between them, but her frown lightened only slightly as he chuckled. Then his hand was upon her mask, and she froze. Instinct said to lash out and rip the offending limb from her face. Rational thought assured her he'd rip her head from her shoulders before she could even try. So she allowed him to manipulate her face, to touch her point of weakness, and get away with it.

“A mask on a Vasto Lorde is a shackle. Remove it.”

His hand disappeared from her face, and she listened as he began to step around her and pause behind her. Himiko listened for a moment, and only till she was assured that he wasn't going to lash out at her while her back was turned to him, she reached up with both hands to her mask. Was she ready? Was she sure that she could trust this man? Then again, what could she lose?

Nothing.

Both clawed hands dug into her mask's edge and pulled as hard as she possibly could. There was a cracking noise, as her mask gave, and pain nagged at her for a moment, but then again wasn't rebirth supposed to be painful at first? Then the mask crackled away, all except for the two parts that formed pointed ear-like forms above her head. She felt the mask crackle away in her hands, and felt her armor, thick as it was crack and fall from her form in pieces with removal of her mask. The tail that had always revealed what she had tried so desperately to hide, detached with a violent thrash and continued to do so for a few moments more.

Himiko straightened from her crouching pose, eyes slowly opening, until the new light blinded her and she let out a low hiss, shielding her eyes with her arm but not closing them. Slowly but surely, her newly opened eyes, red as blood and filled with pain, were able to look upon the landscape around her. She was new, free of her old chains, and within her surged new strength. Himiko was more powerful than before, but still not as strong as the one who stood behind her.

She turned her blazing red gaze to him, and absorbed his features into her memory. He was taller than she, blonde, and just as impressive as she had imagined him. Himiko couldn't help but smile at him, her grin appreciative, but it faded as soon as it came into existence. However, when the wind picked up once more, she had the humility to shiver and look down at her bared form. Himiko paused for a moment, silent and looking down at herself and then back to the man. "I believe I require clothing." she stated solemnly and as natural as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with her standing naked out in the desert.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 26, 2014 23:38:40 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 26, 2014 23:38:40 GMT -5

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complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

A scarred brow scrolled upward in anticipation, curious about the hesitation that lathered her body. His head tilted, and the familiar sound of a crackle tickled his ear drums; memories flooding of his own ascension. His smile deepened into a malicious grin, and for a heartbeat every humane emotion he possessed seemed stuck on the lightning strike that marred his face, the resolve that glinted in light-blue orbs.

His optics narrowed as the cracking in the sound waves amplified, as pangs of pain and growth streamed through her—as knowledge jabbed at her. The dimming of his smirk fell blind as her armor quivered off her body, and gave her the sight she sought. She turned and consumed the sight of a towering man with a soft smile about his face, and the momentary curl about hers did not go unnoticed. He chuckled, shamelessly gazing upon the contours of her bare assets.

“Capo d’opera.” He complimented, his foreign accent tumbling lavishly off his tongue. It roughly translated to ‘a masterpiece’, though he couldn’t care less if she understood. He took a pace towards her and removed the black overcoat from his shoulders, wrapping it over her; the gray furs safeguarding her from the insistent winds. It was at least four sizes too big for her, but the eye contact he failed to break would have told her it complimented her well. He outstretched his hands, and brought a veiling to her chest with a pinch onto his coat.

He absorbed every ounce of her character with a bold, unwavering gaze, his nose a mere foot away from her face. As far as he was concerned, she had a fresh start, a broad future waiting for her, and open arms ready to drag her into glory.

“Tell me your name, bella donna.”

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 27, 2014 8:30:03 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 27, 2014 8:30:03 GMT -5

His gaze on her form was filled with a broad smile, and it made her feel good, confident even. The man seemed to like the beauty that she held in this form, even if she was shamelessly bared to the world. His chuckle vibrated through the air, and her smile slowly returned, even as the harsh wind through her hair into a disarray and sent another shiver up her bared spine.

“Capo d’opera.”

Himiko frowned, for she knew not what those words meant, but by the way he spoke them to her, she knew they were a compliment. The woman watched quietly as he approached her, unclasping his cloak and draping in over her almost snow white form. She was draped in darkness now, and the fur from the coat was warm about her neck as she locked her eyes with his. The man's gaze told her enough, how powerful, how beautiful, and how perfect she looked draped in nothing but that cloak. He pinched the front closed and then, the wind no longer had a hold over her pale form.

“Tell me your name, bella donna.”

She frowned, and beneath the veiling of the cloak, her form shifted. "I was known as La Comadreja Ciega, the blind weasel. However I am no longer blind, and I have relinquished my old form to gain this new one. I was once called Himiko Togurishi. You are allowed to call me simply Himiko." she stated solemnly, unaffected by how close he was to her form. Her burning gaze held his, and her smile grew once more, like a flame allowed to burn out of control.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 27, 2014 18:48:06 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 27, 2014 18:48:06 GMT -5

{himiko} {word 199} {blank paper}

complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

No matter how much he had bundled inside of his body, he found it virtually impossible to wipe the smile off his visage. The word magnificent was an audacious understatement for her new form, and she would only grow more beautiful under his mantle. A large, calloused hand rose to curve about the slope of her creamy cheek, his heartbeats slowing ever so lightly with a glimpse into her future. “I am allowed to call you Himiko?” He teased, his deep voice almost breaking into another chuckle.

His predatory gaze remained, though his light-blue orbs softened, dilating with a dim of the eyelids.

“You’re now a Fracción of the Quatra Espada, Himiko.” His hand slowly draped off her cheek as he continued, softly slithering a trail down her neck, and back into his pockets. “And you are absolutely exquisite.”

The Espada reveled in calming heat of their silence, enjoying the serene streams of wind dancing about the atmosphere. No longer would she suffer the pain of emptiness, and no longer would she walk ignorant. His voice softened and slowly, his bulking body and eyes unmoving.

“It's time to start your life. Are you ready, Himiko?”

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 28, 2014 11:14:32 GMT -5

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Post by Himiko on Mar 28, 2014 11:14:32 GMT -5

He seemed to be unable to prevent himself from touching her, as if he couldn't forsake her new form. She wasn't bothered too much by it, and so she continued to allow him to do so. When his hand reached up to cup her cheek, she leaned lightly into it, allowing some of her lilac hair to fall over his hand like so much silk. Her blood eyes glittered softly, and her small smile returned, a gentle curve to her stoic face and filled with so much promise.

“I am allowed to call you Himiko?”

"Yes. Anyone else shall be required to address me as Togurishi. You are an exception." she stated calmly, her voice gaining a biting edge to it. It carried a hidden promise behind it, that anyone who wished to call her by her true name would have to earn that right, much like he had in her eyes. Already, it was like her mind was setting up boundaries, laws that would have to be followed, and new habits that she would display.

“You’re now a Fracción of the Quatra Espada, Himiko. And you are absolutely exquisite.”

Her smile grew slightly and though she missed his hand on her face and neck briefly, she showed no displeasure at him removing it. The wind picked up around them, and suddenly it was quiet once more between them. The silence allowed her to look back out to the desert and to think about what was to come, to wonder what her future as a Fracción would entail. Whatever it would be, she was looking forward conquering it underneath her feet.

“It's time to start your life. Are you ready, Himiko?”

Himiko's smile faded and her piercing gaze locked back onto his. "I have always been ready. I was simply waiting." she stated blandly, her arms crossing under her chest once more beneath the coat. Her words were true, she had always been ready for this next step. However, she had always been waiting for guidance.

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Blank Paper is To Be Written Upon (OPEN) Mar 28, 2014 14:31:19 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Mar 28, 2014 14:31:19 GMT -5

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complacency shall burn,
and you will all be grateful.

There was a sliver of misconceived delight slithering through his smile in her presence; it was a pain in the derrière to be misunderstood, and just perhaps her mind would surprise him. The curl of his lips broke into an anticipating grin, his closeness and warmth hesitantly backing from her in a reverse pedal. The Espada’s left hand artfully drifted into the air, nonchalantly carving a black, unzipping distortion of space into the atmosphere of their left, and yet his eye contact couldn’t find to desire to leave her.

“...Never again will you have to wait, Himiko.” He chuckled, the scent of his spearmint breath blessing the desert for the last time. He turned, giving her the sight of his broad back, and carried his smile into the spatial rift. The ominous space would rest in the air until she walked through behind him.

Conforto del Cataclisma; kingdom of the Quatra Espada would be their destination—and nothing would be the same. She didn’t have the slightest clue for what awaited her, but soon she would find the entirety of Hueco Mundo bowing at their feet. The reckoning had just begun.

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