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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 1, 2014 21:20:45 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 1, 2014 21:20:45 GMT -5

Bleh!

Repulsive. Twisted. Despicable.

There were various words that were hurled into the air but none came from the lips of Emil Heidrich. For the first time in what seemed to have been eons, he found himself completely and utterly speechless. An entire village, slaughtered. What was more was that it was an entire village of his brethren, an entire village of solely Quincy. They had chosen to turn their back on using their abnormal powers and wished to live in peace far away from the grasp of the Vatican. For years there had been various Quincy with this sentiment but this was the first time that it involved into the development of a village, the first time that a village had formed and thrived for a couple of years.

Emil and two others had come upon the town to garner supplies for an operation that they had been sent on and when they arrived they found nothing but the mangled bodies of those who had once lived in the village. Hollows had fed on every single habitant but somewhat like a slap in the face, not a single body seemed to have been eaten completely. It wasn’t done solely out of hunger, no it was more to it than that.

In a plaza near the center of the village was the worst of it. Woman and children alike were laying around, bodies bent at awkward angles. The vast majority of which were missing pieces of their body, some only being left with their head and upper portion of their torso. Everything inside of the village had been painted red. Nothing had been spared.

Tears streamed down the face of the Knight-Commander as he bent down and closed the eyes of a child.

Her body was still warm.

The blond could hearing the sound of one of his subordinates puking and it only made the tears run harder. Where had the shinigami been when they were supposed to be doing their damn job? Why the hell had these people not defended themselves when they were capable of doing so? There had been no need for such bloodshed, it could have been prevented. It could have been prevented easily.

“Search the village for supplies. We leave within the hour,” the coldness in his voice betrayed his face. He couldn’t allow for his subordinates to be overcome with grief. He couldn’t allow for them to mourn this village or even to bury the dead. There was nothing they could do for the dead. Nothing they could do to put these souls at ease.

Without complaints, the two men left the area and began their search. Emil remained rooted in the plaza however. He extended his senses in all directions and made sure that he could feel both men. Whatever had done this could still be fairly close.

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Last Edit: Feb 1, 2014 21:26:01 GMT -5 by Emil Heidrich

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 3, 2014 12:54:03 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 3, 2014 12:54:03 GMT -5

Speaking of coldness, the cold trails leading back to civilization were all but lost in the eyes of one Trael Enyal. The fairly clueless Arrancar wasn't supposed to wander this far out into the unknown, and though it was a direct order from her Mistress, the Cuatra Espada, there wasn't anything she could actually do about it, seeing as that woman had to go run 'errands' somewhere else, leaving the girl undefended and to herself, as she wandered along the trails leading to apparent signs of life. That is, of course, until she noticed the enticing smell oozing from every nook and every cranny of that village. For some reason, small civilisations such as this gave her a sense of deja vu, as if she'd seen something like this before. There is an undeniable possibility that she might have, considering how Hollows were once humans too, but for Trael, her memories have yet to fully resurface. Would it? Only time will tell on that matter.

Still, she felt complied to check out what had happened, not because of her position and how this may potentially provide useful information to her Mistress, but more so because of her curious nature. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but what if you can't even see the cat to begin with? Naturally, she wouldn't enter the village through its deserted front doors. Despite the chances of whomever committed this crime being someone of her species, Hollows were known to fight and devour one another, just for that special little energy boost that you'd get. Hey, she knew, she was guilty of it too, but then again, she only did it for her own survival.

As she stood on a thick oak branch somewhere within a logical distance of sight, Trael noticed silhouettes moving all around, and though she could not make out the conversations that happened between the people within the village itself, she certainly heard some disgusting sounds. The ever-so-apparent stench in the air reeked of death and decay- something akin to what she's used to after spending such a long time in Hueco Mundo, and that kind of gave her a reason to hate it, in the sense that she's not one who enjoys involving herself in unnecessary fights to the death, unless she knows what her goals are and that it is worth fighting for.

For the time being, she'd stay put, hoping that no one managed tracking her whereabouts, because if those people are one of those other beings with strange powers that her Mistress had warned her about, there would be no way for her to defend herself without actually knowing how to fight. Maybe they'd leave soon enough, and she'd be able to get an up-close and personal view of the carnage by herself, but until then..

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 3, 2014 15:20:59 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 3, 2014 15:20:59 GMT -5

boom boom pow

Defeat and sorrow ran rampantly through the body of Emil Heidrich. With every passing moment, the urge to wail into the sky nipped and picked at him. The warmth of these bodies meant that mere hours ago they had been alive and joyful. Children who were painted in their own blood had previously been frolicking through the streets.

Had Emil and his subordinates been there, would things have been different?

It was against the law to kill a hollow and that law was something that Emil found himself questioning as the days ticked on. Regardless of his personal views on the law however it was something that he, as an extension of the Holy Council, upheld. This endorsement and support would allot for the destruction of this entire village. Had his troop been here they could either resist, kill, and be executed as traitors or suffer along with the rest of the village.

Times were cruel and the choices that had to be made were even crueler. The law was the law though, wasn’t it? It had been in effect for so long that it had to have been just. Ideas of upholding something that was corrupt and merely led to the oppression of an entire people made his stomach crawl.

“Rest in peace my breth..” The world came to a screeching halt and the time for mourning seemed to be cast into the rearview. Something had entered into the area and it wasn’t human.

Straitening his spine, Emil attempted to mentally map out where his men were in comparison to where this new entity was. It was to no avail however, his skills weren’t quite efficient enough to place both men as well as designate the exact location of this foreign intruder. What was worse was the fact that he knew although he couldn’t, there was a strong likelihood that both of his subordinates were more than capable of doing so. They were both more so the scouts in the units rather than the infantry, scouts who had just walked into the graveyard of an entire village.

One didn’t have to be psychic to understand the minds and hearts of men.

Both mental blips that alerted him as to where his subordinates were, disappeared. There was the possibility that both had merely met their unfortunate demise but it seemed far more likely that both had acquired a target and didn’t want interference. Villagers might not have defended themselves but it seemed their brethren would risk their life to avenge them, and face the punishment that was to follow.

Gritting his teeth, Emil gathered reishi underneath his feet and bounded upward into the sky. He needed to find his men and find them fast. Lest he allow for them to sign their own death warrants.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 3, 2014 17:35:40 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 3, 2014 17:35:40 GMT -5

The rustling of leaves immediately jolted the stealthy Hollow's senses, and she would have accidentally fallen off the tree had it not been for her near-perfect balance. Needless to say, it was pretty strange how you'd discover something new about yourself everyday, just to experience some form of deja vu, as if someone took a needle and continuously prodded it against your soul to trigger a reaction of sorts, yet at the same time, teasing it enough to not fully reveal anything that would provide even a semblance of information about how she acquired such a skill to begin with. Nonetheless, it proved to be quite handy, as she was able to leap from tree to tree without causing that much of a ruckus, her fleet-footed movements barely making a sound in the process.

"I didn't need to fucking see that shit. Its just.."

"I know. Everyone's- .. I don't know how anything can do this without feeling remorse."

"They're monsters, I tell you! And we're letting them roam free like they own the place!"

"And the best thing is, we can't do anything about it- Wait.. is it me or has it gotten cold here?"

By the time her unwelcomed guests approached the tree she had been perching on earlier, she was gone, leaving nothing but a trail of cold- yes, legitimately cold spine-chilling air due to the remnants of her reiatsu being inadvertently left behind, what with her lack of self control when it came to her abilities at this very point in time. Not that far away, but far enough to avoid being spotted by any conventional means. Maybe waiting here wasn't such a bright idea after all, eh? Then again, if she's already in this deep, why bother turning back empty handed? No, she wasn't about to do anything that would jeopardize her life, but she was determined to have her own personal tour around the area at least once.

Instead of actually wandering deeper into the forest, Trael made the bold move of closing the distance between herself and the village, remaining only several trees behind one of the wooden huts that a family presumably lived in before they were slaughtered by some unknown thingamajig. From her strategic position, she had a clear view of what's inside the cottage through the small ventilation window on a corner of the walls, and boy.. that sight was weird. At least, it made Trael feel weird. Humans had nothing to do with her, right? And in Hueco Mundo, they were seen to be more as a rare delicacy than anything, and yes, she's sampled certain parts before. Still, this awkward wrenching in the left side of her chest.. was she actually feeling sadness from witnessing the aftermath of this gruelling assault? Huh.. who would've thought.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 3, 2014 23:47:44 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 3, 2014 23:47:44 GMT -5

counting stars

“They should really do something about the sewer system in this place, it smells absolutely horrid.”

The words filled the silence of the village and were meant for one set of ears and one set of ears alone. Floating behind the bluish being, Emil made sure to distance himself enough so as not to seem threatening; more than that the space was needed in order to allow for swift and effective evasion. This woman could have been the culprit behind all of the needless bloodshed and as such was not someone to be taken lightly in the slightest.

It sickened him to be this close to a potential murderer and to have to degrade the souls of the dead by speaking of them in such a manner but it was the only path that he knew. Pretending to be a dolt and acting as a distraction that didn’t warrant crushing was the respond he had used time and time again. Whoever this was, she wasn’t exactly safe from his allies and as such his allies weren’t quite safe from him. The easiest way to avoid the unnecessary would be to meet the potential threat before his subordinates did while at the same time not reacting in a manner that would lead to a need for suicide.

“You’re really blue, you sick or something?”

None of what he asked or said held any relevance to the current situation. It merely served to paint the first strokes of the idiocy that he wanted to exude. The painting would have to be rather decent as well considering that his physical appearance wasn’t exactly screaming friendly. Dressed in only a tight-fitting body suit and floating in mid-air only a fool would truly believe that he was utterly harmless. Pretending to be something he clearly wasn’t however was a lot better than forcing a gun to the woman’s head and asking her a series of questions. Or at least that was the way he thought of things.

Encounters like this were completely and utterly unpredictable however. Within moments he could find himself on the defensive, evading for his life. It mattered not however, for he’d rather throw himself into the flames than have to worry about others merely playing matches.

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Last Edit: Feb 3, 2014 23:48:31 GMT -5 by Emil Heidrich

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 0:24:09 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 4, 2014 0:24:09 GMT -5

Another person's voice.. that's one thing you wouldn't ever want to be hearing in a situation like this when you're trying to remain undetected, especially if you know that the aforementioned voice and its contents were directed solely and directed towards you. Still, Trael knew for sure that they couldn't hurt her- at least those with honor wouldn't, but those reckless ones, you never really know when they're going to tear you to pieces until they actually begin tearing you to pieces. Back to the point here, it was definitely better for her to remain on the defensive.

The young Arrancar did not turn, nor did she even budge a single bit from where she stood. It seemed as though time was at a complete stand-still, and they were the only two individuals whom were capable of moving. Nonetheless, she didn't even bother turning around to see what her unwanted guest looked like. If she had a higher level of spiritual perception, or even anything remotely moderate as people of her status should have, she would have been able to sense this man's presence much, much sooner; or somehow manage to conceal her own better.

"What.. happened..?" After a few minutes of silence, the female finally chose to break it by uttering in her usual quiet tone of speech, whilst pointing down towards the village. Trael was still definitely having issues with her speech, and that would be evident every single time she attempted to say something, because it would seem as though there's a lump in her throat preventing her from completely finishing a sentence before requiring to stop to take a breather. Talking too much strains her, while if she kept to herself for too long, the vocal muscles in her throat would contract, and speaking would prove that much harder to do.

There was a genuine sense of curiosity when she spoke, complete with the lingering presence of sadness. Although uncharacteristic of a Hollow such as herself, the death of innocents did not really strike her to be as appealing as it did to other subjects of the same species, but what was she able to do about any of that? She couldn't fight, she could barely control her own powers, and the last thing she needs is for her own people to turn against her. Maybe this is just a temporary phase of thought that would go away soon enough, or maybe it might linger around for a lot longer. Whichever the case, she'd personally hunt that son of a bitch down if she could, chop it up to little pieces and roast it up in a barbecue, just to see how much it likes being eaten.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 7:46:05 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 4, 2014 7:46:05 GMT -5

dear darlin'

Tensing at the question, Emil titled his head to side slightly like a questioning mutt. The woman was a monster as clear as he could see. Her reiatsu choked and clawed at the air in the heavy and oppressive manner that was particular to those of the Hollow species. Her skin was far from the realm of human possibilities and he was sure if he searched her anatomy he would find a hole particular to the twisted. Even her speech somewhat gave away her inner nature as typical humanoids wouldn’t have found so much strain in simple words unless emotionally skewered.

The question however threw the Knight-Commander for a loop. Was she toying with him or was she indeed that clueless? Hollows weren’t exactly above playing games and toying with those that they considered to be future victims. The question had seemed rather genuine however and as such the blond found himself growing somewhat agitated. He was the one who was supposed to be fooling around and releasing an atmosphere of confusion not the other way around.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Emil breathed out. “Hollows have never been known for their kindness.”

If there had ever been an understatement of the year that would have been in. Throughout just his brief life he had seen the slaughter that was the existence of a Hollow. He’d witnessed the mangled bodies and twisted faces of the dying. He had felt the fear and the desire to get away and go anywhere that could be considered somewhat safe by comparison.

Exhaling, he expelled senseless thoughts from his head and focused on the there and then. “The light of an entire village.. extinguished.” The words came out heavy and somewhat disheartening but that mattered not to the Quincy. He knew full well that the hollow wouldn’t feel the least bit moved by the comment, no if anything that comment would merely begin the game that was to be played between two beings on the opposite ends of the scale.

Allowing for the reishi too flow from his legs and back into the surroundings, Emil fell to the ground and landed in a slight squat. In that instant he allowed for every ounce of his spiritual pressure to assault the air in the surroundings before retracting it swiftly. “My apologies,” laughed the blond. The goal was to display a significant amount of power that would scare away any attempt of aggression while at the same time displaying incompetence and along with it someone who didn’t warrant an entertaining fight. There was no predictability as to how hollows reacted to superior power however.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 12:25:12 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 4, 2014 12:25:12 GMT -5

"D-Different people.. different.. agendas."

For a Hollow to actually say that, it wouldn't come as much of a surprise, actually, if you take into consideration how they all functioned. Yes, sure, those lower-tier Hollows wouldn't hesitate to feast on human flesh at any given moment, especially those who couldn't defend themselves. The more they ate, the stronger they grew, and eventually they'd end up like Trael, assuming a more humane form, achieving powers beyond their wildest imaginations. She could relate in a sense that she's had those periods of times where she felt nothing but bloodlust and hunger coursing through each nerve of her body, but in the end, she only devoured those who tried to devour her, which was kind of why it took her so long to actually reach this stage of her transformation.

"I.. would not judge.. e-each species.. but each person.."

Despite her saying that, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she'd change her mind soon enough. Perhaps it was something relative to her foggy past, so while that has yet to be seen, she'd believe in what she's saying for the time being. Not all humans are good, as not all humans are bad, that goes the same for all the other species inhabiting this planet. In a sense, for Hollows, its must more survival-of-the-fittest based, but would that ever change the emotional impact that it'd have on a person? Knowing that you've devoured another soul, just seeking for a second chance to redeem themselves from their unfulfilled lives?

Rarely would she ever slide her the hood of her cloak off for anybody, but on this particular day, she did just that, revealing long locks of white, gently flowing with the breeze as it blew past. She still looked inhuman with her blue skin, and maybe that's a trait she'd be keeping for a long time to come, and though it had always bothered her, she doesn't seen the point in keeping it from another who assumed her to be just another monstrosity, seeking to wreak havoc upon mankind.

"Can I.. h-have a look around?"

The only reason she asked, of course, was just to keep herself safe if his comrades were to suddenly fire out a blast of deathrays towards her. Trael had no malicious intents whatsoever, but it still is amazing how some people will overreact just by seeing how others had different skin pigmentations than a normal human being.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 13:29:29 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 4, 2014 13:29:29 GMT -5

i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Fuck no.

Rude responses filled his mind. The urge to slander her and the rest of her species rushed throughout him like a wildfire. Something about her speech, her statements, even the atmosphere she gave off; all of it served to somewhat enrage him. She was a hollow. She fed and killed on human beings and there was no denying it. He still didn’t understand the evolution of hollows or even quite where she stood on the hierarchy of intelligence that was running Hueco Mundo but he understood that he hated her. That hate was why he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Examining her as if she were a piece of meat once the hood was cast away, Emil couldn’t help but note that she would likely be accepted by societies before he. With a body pierced and scarred by objects of his own choosing, a woman who merely appeared to be painted blue would be far from monstrous. No, the hole that was on her body was the only sign of monstrosity that he would need however. The spiritual pressure she released into the air was a fan to the flame. The history he had shared with her kind, had learned of her kind, was the basis to the fire of hatred that he felt.

A hatred that burned in an entire people.

It was misguided hatred that consumed Quincy to break the laws and become traitors and he would not be one of them. Emil knew that chances were the being before him would reveal her true nature within the hour. Chances were she would attempt to kill and rip into him and he would have to fend for his life lest he wanted to die a brutal death and never make the transition into being a soul. These chances were necessary however for the second he sought out to eliminate these chances was the moment he was crossing the line into what was illegal for his species. The moment he crossed the line he would merely be sending the world one minute step closer to unbalance and along with it complete and chaotic war.

“Wherever you go I will be forced to follow…”

The playfulness had left him and the façade of stupidity and incompetence no longer appealed to him or fit the situation. The one response that seemed logical was to calmly permit for her to be escorted to the locations she wished, lest he leave her alone to commit monstrosities in his leave or to be hunted down by his allies.

“I intend you no harm although I doubt you could say the same. My colleagues surely will slay you if they find you without me. Whether you run for your life or be escorted through this town like a celebrity, the choice is yours.”

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 13:52:37 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 4, 2014 13:52:37 GMT -5

Talking to someone who just stood there like a mannequin, it was identical to speaking with a wall. There weren't any responses whatsoever to her statements, and thus she wouldn't actually know if it angered him, or if he agreed to it. Likely the former before the latter, but then again, she hadn't been able to think rationally long enough to actually ponder about the relationships between all of the co-existing species of this world they lived in. After all, it was only recent news that she became a Vasto Lorde, complete with having her mask removed by the coincidental Cuatra Espada who just so happened to pass by where she was. As such, this was actually her first trip to the human realm, but its not like anyone would ever know that, nor cared, for that matter.

“Wherever you go I will be forced to follow…”

Now this, this irked her quite a bit. Apparently, she had found herself a bodyguard- no, more of a slave driver than anything, to follow her around wherever it is she wished to go, monitoring whatever it is she wished to do, almost as though she was guilty of a crime she never planned on committing. With a sigh, Trael silently told herself to let this go. All she had to do was rendezvous with her Mistress anyway, and she'd be home free after that. But until then, if this person was to follow her for the day, why not have him do the leading? Hell, she could even transition this to be more of a tour!

"Tch.. y-your choice. I'm not one.. for violence.. without the r-right.. cause."

By no means would anyone ever consider her to be a pacifist, but again, by no means would anyone ever consider her to be anything less than a monstrosity. "You and I.. b-both know.. that this.. thing.. is still o-out there somewhere. I question.. your intelligence.. i-if you think I-I'd.. do something.. chaotic.. i-in public."

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 15:04:44 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 4, 2014 15:04:44 GMT -5

The underground was cool. Filled with rain water, wet soil, and running blood, the underground cavern served as the perfect nest for the predator. That was, until it felt something interesting above.

A pair of antenna twitched in the dark. Vibrations from the footsteps, flares of power, and other sounds awoke the demon. It’s head twitched. Red light filled the cave it had dug for itself, though the shadows were still too thick for it to be revealed.

“Apostle Heidrich,” Russel said.

Russel was a tall, burly russian man with a coarse beard and a bald head. He was an old hand of the Vatican and had been scouting for more than forty years. He had seen hollow and arrancar of all shapes and sizes, and so he instantly recognized the blue wench for what she was. A starscream was already in his hand, glimmering under the moonlight.

“That thing is dangerous. I can feel it’s reaitsu all over this place. You should step back, Apostle. We need to group with Van to handle this.” Everything Russel said, despite his accent, was true. He pointed the gun at the murderous bitch before him and scowled. No one would else would die today.

“KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!” a laugh rang out.

No one else that wasn’t him, at least.

In a flash of red, Russel’s arm went flying from the elbow. Blood sprayed out in all directions, and the quincy’s eyes went wide in shock. Before he could scream, however, another red light slashed through the air. The man’s head fell to the ground with a dull thud, followed by the bleeding body.

The hollow stepped on the corpse and laughed again. It’s arms were brought up to its chin in the style of a praying mantis, and each one ended in a long, thick blade. The white exoskeleton seemed almost mechanical in parts, and various lights turned on and off across its body. Both wings, two red things that were transparent in the moonlight, waivered.

The most important detail was its reiatsu. Just from a glance, Emil could probably tell this was a hollow that was stronger and more evolved than any he had ever encountered.

“Smells so good,” the monster spoke. Oddly enough, despite the demonic overtones its voice was almost elegant. “Blood in the air.”

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 16:17:16 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 4, 2014 16:17:16 GMT -5

oh shit

Tensions flared as various comments filtered into the air, some from the blue wench and others from voices he cared not to hear at that instant. Emil didn’t need to adjust his gaze to note the newcomer for the thick accent was clue enough. Russel was elder to both the blond commander and Van but that didn’t mean he was any more docile. If anything the Russian soul only had more time to grow bitter in his age. Thus was the fate of all Quincy who served the Holy Council. With time came either sights that none should see or deaths that one couldn’t escape. Out of his peripheral he noted the gun extend into the air but merely positioned himself in between his ally and enemy.

“Think before you act Rus…”

Hirenyaku lifted the young Heidrich and placed him a dozen meters from where he had previously stood. In his hands formed the spirit rifle that he had grown accustomed to over the years and proficient in its usage. Russel was broken and lifeless upon the floor. The handgun still grasped in his now dead hands. More blood was added to the canvas of the village and this time it was someone that Emil actually knew, someone that he had grown to trust and care for.

There was little time for emotions and grieving however. Just as with the villagers, there were more pressing things at hand than allotting for human emotion. Two hollows, and two Quincy. Considering that his other subordinate was still shrouded in the darkness of the area however it was safe to conclude the fight was currently a one on two ordeal. In fact, given the duration of time that had passed by there was the chance that his unseen partner had been killed while he wasted time talking to the blue wench.

“Nice distraction,” breathed the Knight-Commander. Never before had the male encountered multiple hollows working together, unless of course they were being ordered by something far more powerful. The reiatsu that flooded the air though was thicker than most he had ever seen in a demon before as well. The murderous hollows before him weren’t merely pawns working for some grandmaster. They either were the grandmasters or Emil merely had no idea just how low on the totem pole he truly way.

Although his gaze was now locked onto the newest hollow, he still made sure to sense the prior. Fighting wasn’t the most viable of options but neither was running, not until he could confirm whether or not Van was alive. He wouldn’t abandon an ally. He would not watch another friend fall.

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 21:04:36 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 4, 2014 21:04:36 GMT -5

What was that saying that went with the sudden destructive introduction of a new force in a situation like this? Oh yes. Well, this escalated quickly, and rightfully so, because Trael's words were spot on. Not only had the beast who committed this crime stayed behind, it also kept itself hidden in a way that not a single person standing in that village right now could have detected its presence before it chose the precise moment to pounce. That, in itself, was a feat of immense power alone, and someday, Trael hoped to take a page out of its book and hone that technique for her own personal usage, as it would prove to be far more useful than to hopefully outrun another being with sonido.

Of course, that smartass person-in-charge had to put the blame on her for apparently 'distracting' him. Had he not been the one focusing on her this entire time out of his own free will? A real distraction would be her, stripping down and shoving her rather large bust up in his face, now that would distract any male- or the occasional female. If Trael were capable of talking in a way that wouldn't make her speech seem as though it had some sort of impairment, you bet she's going to give him an earful, but alas.

This wouldn't be the first time she'd seen a Hollow of this calibre, and it wouldn't be the last. In a way, Trael herself was thankful for the fact that she found someone to pledge her allegiance to, because that kept her at bay and prevented her from doing stupid shit like travelling to the human world and run rampant before eventually getting herself slain. She wished she could say the same for this one though.

The blue-skinned Fraccion would have offered to help in any way, oh she really would, but after being labelled as a 'distraction', why bother? The dude would be more than capable of handling himself if he were the alpha male of this group, but one tiny mistake might cost him the life of one of his brethren. None of those issues are Trael's to worry about, because she had no involvement in this, and she had nothing to benefit from if she were to help, aside from the satisfaction of her being able to shove it in his face about what she said earlier, but would that really be worthwhile?

"You.. are the personification.. of stupidity." Without even so much as budging from her current spot, she'd roll her eyes, as if to accentuate her words with that physical gesture. She wouldn't be the one he had to worry about right now, but with his mindset, he'd probably turn back every few seconds just to see what she was doing, so why bother trying to talk him out of it? It'd be nothing more than a waste of time and energy. "Good luck."

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 21:15:22 GMT -5

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Post by NPC HOLLOW on Feb 4, 2014 21:15:22 GMT -5

The hollow’s small mouth opened up as it nibbled along the edge of its scythe hands. It picked them clean of meat and left the blood there to be savored at another time. While it had not come here to feed, there was no harm in doing so. Especially when such delicious morsels presented themselves like a buffet.

Russel stood up. His chain had been severed from his body, and his spirit’s arm was a bloody stump. The Vasto Lorde tittered and watched as he looked around in confusion. Hairless apes were always so cute. The look of terror, confusion, and despair overwhelmed the soul. Incapable of forming words, Russel’s ghost looked to Emil. In his eyes there was a plea for help.

Then a red scythe burst through his chest, ripped apart the chain, and disintegrated the quincy’s soul.

“. . .I forgot that quincy broke so easily,” the Vasto Lorde said. His red eyes looked to the blue-skinned maskless hollow. Was she one of Luucio’s? The idea sent a chill down his spine. Or her reiatsu. The hollow couldn’t tell the difference. “Stay out of my way, arrancar. I’m acting on orders from Lord Primera.”

Both scythes scraped together then, as if the Vasto Lorde was getting antsy. He focused in on Emil, and his antenna twitched. “Ready to reap.”

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GHOST TOWN | trael Feb 4, 2014 22:26:01 GMT -5

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Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 4, 2014 22:26:01 GMT -5

not in the face

Arrows whizzed through the air and pure hatred filled the eyes of Emil Heidrich. Russel had just been extinguished from the world. Foolish as he may be he was still a good man. There had been no need for him to die, no reason to break his chain when his soul form appeared. Yet it had been done and without a second thought. He preached to others the importance of the pact but at the particular moment Emil merely wished to inflict pain. To make this creature suffer the way it had likely made the inhabitants of the town. To cause it pain that it would have never experienced before.

The dialogue that passed between the two monstrosities didn’t escape the ears of Emil but he no longer cared for their relation with the other. He would merely satisfy his own needs and hunger.

Reishi-imbued legs carried the Quincy high into the sky as he rained down upon the scythe-wielding hollow with reishi arrows fired from the barrel of his rifle. The pressure that floated off of the demon told him that it was a fool’s task to attempt to go toe to toe with it but he didn’t concern himself with that. There wasn’t a soul out there that had ever proven themselves to be close to his speed and as such he knew the option of merely evading and fleeing was always a last-ditch effort. He couldn’t leave without Van though and he couldn’t even attempt to search for the dolt without first somewhat crippling one if not both of the hollows that were now beneath him.

“Whoever would issue such orders is next on my list,” barked the Knight-Commander not aware that the primera was completely of his realm of competition. At that moment there was enough hatred inside of the young apostle that he would have marched into hell to fight and wage war with whatever he deemed evil.

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