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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 5, 2014 13:13:23 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 5, 2014 13:13:23 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 367} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

For a man that claimed to detest complacency with a flaming passion, the inner kingdom of Cataclysm’s Solace sure did an exquisite job of epitomizing it. Artificial light cascaded upon the entirety of the luxurious medieval setting, a warming temperature induced jubilance to the thousands of habitual beings, and the inviting fragrance of fruits, linen, and herbs did nothing but further accentuate the decadence. A multitude of Hollow and Arrancar habituated the various courtyards and markets with court jesting, strategy board games, jousting tournaments, wine tasting, vicious staged arenas, dancing, and virtually any form of entertainment they wished. And the Quinta Espada was in the midst of the fun.

“Chi lar dura la vince.” He approvingly chuckled, spilling droplets of wine with the ascending of his golden chalice. The Italian phrase directly translated to ‘he that endureth overcomes’, and directly correlated to the Arrancar gladiators dueling for glory dozens of yards below him. He lethargically rested his backside upon a throne atop the highest platform availiable, reveling in the sights to the extent that the ambience became a distorted torrent of noise to him. The clapping, cheering, hollering, and even the sweet nothings being whispered into his ear by a random, yet undoubtedly gorgeous blonde to his right; there was only the clanking of Zanpakutō within the core of the Roman-inspired coliseum.

And yet that match was bound to meet its culmination given the intensity of the challenger. Boundless handfuls of beings made a line out of the extensive stairs to approach the Quinta Espada, no doubt taking advantage of opportunity while the blonde juggernaut was calmed, and in what seemed to be a contented mood. There were some females seeking pleasure from the King, some beings seeking to become fracción, some even to seek to challenge the man himself. Yet out of his peripherals, he could have sworn he visualized a feminine creature with an unorthodox shade of skin, though it went ignored for the moment.

“Bring up the next one.” He nodded towards a lanky male subordinate, prompting him to bring forth the next in line as the smiling Quinta introduced the rich wine to the minty scent lingering about his tongue.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 7, 2014 17:07:10 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 7, 2014 17:07:10 GMT -5

It wasn't fun, being separated from your Mistress in a foreign land. In a way, the blue-skinned Arrancar was like a newborn infant - everywhere she went, she's seeing the place with her own two eyes for the first time ever. From what little information she managed to gather before being separated from Kurisu, - whom apparently had some urgent issues to deal with and has left her Fraccion behind, telling her to explore the place as she wishes - this was the land of Mister Quinta Espada himself.

Of course, seeing as she hadn't even met the guy, she wouldn't know what he looked like, and until she's actually forced to give a damn, she'd be minding her own business. Her attention would occasionally be captured by a few shiny accessories from one of the tiny stalls, but otherwise, she'd be fully focused on the friendly sessions of jousting, with the men donning full body armor and the horses equipped with protective gear. Others with less violent tendencies chose to pass their time through strategic boardgames, and while this would be the first time Trael has laid her eyes on a chessboard, she somehow knew the ways all the pieces moved- another case of deja vu, apparently, but she's had so many over the past few weeks that she's lost count and started not caring entirely.

Nonetheless, everything she's seen so far felt warm and joy-filled, as though this was a land full of relaxation and fun in general, a stark contrast compared to her travels to the land of the Octava where there was nothing but bloodshed and murder all around. Still, it was pretty strange to see the people in Hueco Mundo all happily living their lives without a care in the world, since all Trael's used to is escaping from those who tried to devour her, or to take a chance and fight back.

Being occupied by your thoughts while you're apparently daydream-walking wasn't a fun thing to do, especially considering where she ended up right then. Sure, this line might have been the first thing she noticed upon taking her first step into this very land, but she never paid much attention to whom it was sitting at the very top of the stairs. After what was an hour or so of her just wandering around, she could've sworn the length of the line increased, compared to the first time she laid her eyes on it.

"Git tae the back a' the line, yae cheat!"

"Yeah! We came here first, ya blue-skinned twat!"

That was kind of an overboard hostile environment for an accidental line-cutting mistake, right? But yes, somehow, some way, Trael had managed to saunter over to the front of the line near the steps. It hadn't been her intention, and she quickly stepped off the path to allow the next person to slip through, but in the process, caught a glimpse of the head honcho sitting on his throne (for some reason, Espadas really enjoyed sitting on thrones). In a futile attempt to hide her growing embarrassment, she slipped her face even deeper into the protective darkness under the hood of her cloak, in hopes that no one would notice. More specifically, in hopes that the head honcho wouldn't notice. "S-S-Sorry.."

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 7, 2014 21:18:02 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 7, 2014 21:18:02 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 393} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

The seated juggernaut’s light-blue eyes lingered onto the blue Fracción at an ominously slow pace. She had a very familiar scent about her, as if she’d been around him for hundreds of years. He encircled his lips with his tongue as a deep as an apathetic bit of air escaped his lips. The conflict thundering a plethora of feet below him became a distant memory to his awareness as the female apologized; her inability to properly articulate noted. A certain tingle jolted in his membrane, and intensified the malevolent curling plastered on his face. He slid his drink into the hands of a servant to his left, and rudely palmed the face of the woman sensually whispering into his ear to the right as he rose to his feet. She most likely fell onto her face, but he didn’t give his peripherals much care at the moment.

“You are…” As his swaying arms came to a stop no more than two feet in front of her shying person, he found his left hand stretching to tenderly twirl to gain eye contact out of the veiling hood. His dextral, however, imbued itself with surprisingly flirtatiousness as it gently grasped the palm of her own right hand, ascending it ever so slightly as to allow her lips the pleasure of planting a kiss upon the back of her blue hand. The blonde rose with a hint of astonishment pinching his face, his left hand gracefully retreated while the right refused to remove itself from her hand.

“You are my little sister’s Fracción, no?” He ignored the background noise of the line behind her, at least visually. As he continued to calmly speak, he nonchalantly raised his left forefinger and situated it one inch from her cloak, purple energies swiftly amassing about the tip. “Why would my sorellina bring you out here to Wrath?” Emphasis wielding as much Italian charm as the gesture prior, and as much power that lingered in his eyes. Listening to her response intently, he discharged a purple Cero from his left hand and disintegrated the majority of the line; an explosion filled to the brim with cries of agony, wind viciously causing the fur about the Espada’s coat to waltz. However, he failed to concern himself with the aftermath of his actions, he had a most interesting visitor.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 11, 2014 5:00:46 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 11, 2014 5:00:46 GMT -5

Of all the different situations she could have gotten herself into, not just around this land, but specifically around this particular area, she had to have captured the attention of the head honcho. Trael honestly had no idea how she should be feeling right then, what with the spotlight now being partly occupied by her revealed presence, but she knew one thing - everyone she's met so far in this dimension enjoyed having their egos stroked, so it might actually be lethal for her to not be doing the same, but in moderation, unlike all the plebeians whom were all lining up just for the chance to take a whiff of their Majesty's foot or.. something of the sort, whatever floats their boat.

Though Kurisu hadn't mentioned any specifics to Trael about her big brother, for the first time ever the Fraccion was able to feel the immense power radiating from the blonde juggernaut. As flattering as the gesture was of him greeting the back of her hand with a kiss- and yes that did end up causing her blue colored cheeks to turn a light shade of red, you can't really ignore the overwhelming presence of power, especially when the source of it is standing right next to you, eyeing you like he could quite literally eat you up in one gulp. 'You'd be a tasty, sour blue gummy Hollow' is probably what he's thinking.

"U-Um.. y-yes.. b.. but.. well.. M-Mistress.. invited me t-to join along.. She wished to su-surprise you with a visit, but.. s-she forgot to bring something along.. s-so she went back.. and.. told me to st-stay and explore. It is.. a b-beautiful place."

As much as she's stuttering and fumbling all around her words, there wasn't an ounce of nervousness present in her tone of speech. Even her expression was quite stern, as if she's stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the flirtatious glances and the strong grip of his rough hand against her own. The incident that happened in the following moments, however, did catch her off guard. Unlike most of the other Arrancars, she doesn't exactly preach the cause of violence without reason, but then again, she doesn't particularly care much for those who weren't related to her, either by blood or by bond.

"Was that really.. necessary..?"

Note to self, never line up for anything ever again.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 12, 2014 5:39:32 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 12, 2014 5:39:32 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 249} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

This blue-skinned beauty had a most curious speech impediment; it was almost as if she had a fist full of wrath offsetting the balance of her volubility. If the Quinta Espada had the ability to define something as cute, she would most definitely be it. But that didn’t disqualify her from his undying sarcasm.

“Y-yes that was f-f-f-f-fucking n-necessary,” he mocked, chuckling at her blush, “And I s-swear to G-G-Godking if that l-little b-b-bitch brings me another s-sex slave I’m going to k-k-k-kill her.” He finished, somehow finding the strength to leash hilarity from erupting in those last few articulations. He ignored the ash, screams, and death that his singular finger invoked, and turned his attention back to the riveting event in the midst of the arena—like everyone else did; no doubt speaking volumes for the atmosphere he created. The blonde begrudgingly loosened the grip upon her hand, no doubt leaving particles of his wrath on her fingers as he strolled to the very edge of the platform.

Vaaen cracked his neck, loosening every bit of tension amassed within his broad shoulders, spreading his arms out wide in full wingspan and reveled in the clashing of blades below them, in the cheers of the audience as blood spilled in the arena. “Welcome to Conforto del Cataclisma!” His deep voice gleefully welcomed, raising his chin ever so slightly with dimmed eyelids, “Do you have a name, or should I just call you creepy blue bitch?”

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 13, 2014 15:43:18 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 13, 2014 15:43:18 GMT -5

Sure, kick a person when they're down.

"I am.. the Cuatra Espada's.. Fraccion." As much as she'd like to hope for an intelligent conversation to occur between the two, that seemed highly unlikely, given how conceited the individual before her appeared to be. Trael tried her best to not stutter through her words as she normally does, her stubbornness surfacing, and her somewhat unorthodox temper boiling up from within. She knew its a fact that the Espadas had a right to be cocky and arrogant, what with how they managed to crawl and scratch their ways to attain those positions, but this man was, and clearly will only ever be, a douche.

The way this man switches between flirtatiousness, seriousness, mercilessness, glee and utter douchebaggyness amazed her, because honestly, she didn't know bags of shit had that much emotions plunged into them during the process of their ah.. release. Nonetheless, here she was, standing right in front of the landlord himself, surrounded by others screaming in futile agony for someone to help them while they slowly faded away. In a sense, those who died immediately went off without having gone through a painful experience of being mutilated by the same person they had been worshipping.

"Trael." For the time being, there was no mention of her last name, simply because by that time, she hadn't adopted it yet. The name itself was given to her by her Mistress, the meaning being a variation of the word 'trail'. She'd never lose her way if she were to follow a person who looks like a ten year old, eh? Well, she took the offer, nonetheless, and she was definitely grateful for it. What she isn't grateful for, however, was how this man treated her. Complete disrespect. "You.. remind m-me of something.. I saw in the human world.. wh-when Mistress brought me there.."

"Its brown.. it stinks.. r-really badly.. and it came out.. o-of a donkey's bollocks."

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 15, 2014 11:26:10 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 15, 2014 11:26:10 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 260} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

The Quinta’s outstretched arms lethargically fell to his side, his eyelids opening at a mimicking speed. All the while, the positive contours of his lips dissipated with the angry pinch of his visage. He turned towards her, etching his wrath into the ground with every ominous patter, the predatory glint failing to falter for years to come. He hungrily stared at her, his nose no more than an inch away from her hood. And then he relapsed—every particle of viciousness reemerged as pure jest.

“S-S-Spunky blue bitch, that’s your nickname!” He chuckled, gazing a hole through her orbs. Truthfully, he had already forgotten the name she announced not a few seconds before. “And hell yes, I will s-stutter every time I say it.”

The blonde strolled to the woman’s side, examining the curves of her form through her awkward clothing. As nonchalant as he killed her other visitors, the man introduced a bend to his knees to seize the woman in his grasp through an elegant bridal style. Had the gesture failed, he would most likely break her legs then try again—but he felt lucky. With the woman gently in his arms, Vaaen pattered his way back to the edge of the platform, peering intently at the contestants attempt to mutilate each other for glory.

“B-blue bitch, what does my sorellina do with you? Does she simply finger you or are you being trained?” He consciously veiled the premise of his question through his grin, his optics never giving Trael a second of his day.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 18, 2014 17:31:54 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 18, 2014 17:31:54 GMT -5

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Every single one of those Espadas grew up in this world the same way she did - devouring the weak to survive, and fighting against the strong to prove your worth. Trael would give credit where credit is due, it isn't an easy feat for one to achieve the rank of.. whatever this guy's rank is as an Espada, and though she'd gladly offer him all the respect in the world that he should deserve, it is still kind of hard when you constantly wish to slap the taste buds right out of his mouth.

Trael wasn't afraid. Unlike most of the other whom resided within this land, she was actually more than capable of defending herself if need be. Such were the results of her training at the hands of two Espadas with very different, very contrasting styles. So you can probably guess why she still had the guts to respond to him in a way that might end up fucking her over, but she wasn't a pushover, and she'll be damned if she let this man walk all over her for no other reason than to satiate his superiority complex. "I-I'd.. make a witty.. retort.. but I'm afraid you.. wouldn't e-ever understand it. Your brain.. is about as messed up.. as my speech i-impediment."

Well now, when that question was presented, how on earth was Trael supposed to answer that? She'd been through both, but she was almost certain that the 'training' he meant revolved around something else. Of course, with her stubborn nature, you can't expect anything to go unanswered, even if it strains her when she talks too much. "I'm sure.. you know all about b-being fingered. I am.. being t-trained.. I wish.. t-to be able to.. protect her. Say.. what you want.. about me, b-but that.. is my only intention."

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 18, 2014 18:04:24 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 18, 2014 18:04:24 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 248} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

Any hint of emotion lingering about the Espada’s visage melted into a blank face, with a blank line of lips that did not move nor twitch. Neither anger nor any type of sentimental affliction regulated his actions, yet she was free to interpret his plain expression in any way she wished it. He hadn’t an ego issue over her thoughts, and any quip of the tongue would be digressive for the direction in which his mind cruised; unnecessary. He only stared and allowed her syllables to tickle his eardrums; he was curious, and he admired her resolve—hating her blind loyalty.

A slight curl of arrogance torqued his lips, and he inhaled with what seemed to be a chuckle. And without a sound, he inched closer to her form, his masculine jawline only a centimeter from contacting her hair.

“If I got bored and decided to murder our precious Kurisu and every Espada below me, you would be unable to stop me.” He ominously stated, allowing for a pause to drift between the two as the truth settled in. And if she had the audacity to mutter a word, she would find a gigantic hand seizing her throat before her heart had the chance to flutter. His hot, minty breath would dance about her forehead through a deep and soft chuckle. Had she the ovaries to gaze into his eyes, she would feel the palpable wrath emanating from his emotionless orbs.

“Does that make you angry?”

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 19, 2014 13:19:57 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 19, 2014 13:19:57 GMT -5

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Playing the card of intimidation wouldn't ever be a logical strategy for Trael to employ. Just look at that pretty blue face. Would anyone in the history of existence be scared of that? No. And hell, if someone were to use that particular game plan against her, especially someone with a bulky, muscular frame, has a bigass battle scar beneath his eye and is of similar size to a small building, she'd usually be quaking in her boots. Usually. Right now, however, it was a mix between her own stubbornness, her wounded pride and her will to defend her own loyalty that wouldn't allow her the luxury of succumbing to those fearful features, staring down into the core of her very being. "I wo-"

Trael would not be returning the gaze, though she is smart enough to create an illusion that might actually make it seem as though she's doing just that - by fixing her gaze on his eyelashes instead of directly looking into his horrid, horrid pupils. And speaking of which, for some reason, they were of the same color as his scar, and the color of his eyelashes were the same as his hair, which caused her thoughts to drift off a bit further, as she started wondering if he dyed both, or if he was born this way.

.. Ahem.

Back to the topic at hand, that sure was a strong-as-fuck chokehold that, when paired with her own speech issues, made it practically impossible for her to even let out another word, no matter how hard she tried to make her voice known. A sense of deja vu overwhelmed her for some reason. Trael felt like this has happened before, but definitely not in this lifetime. Nonetheless, she tried prying his hand off, despite knowing that the possibility of him increasing his force was as high as ever. Still, her persistence kept her going, with the idea in mind that if she were to alleviate even some of the pressure applied to her neck, she'd be able to make her thoughts known. But of course, with his incomparable strength and her own, there's absolutely no way for her to break free unless he's the one to offer some space.

And so, finally, instead of the trick she employed earlier on which probably didn't work to begin with, Trael stared right into his eyes. Light blue, devoid of any emotion. In any other circumstances, it would've made a killer poker face, but right now, all the blue-skinned Fraccion felt was fear. Fear for her own life. Fear for the life in which she's fought so hard, fought so many times to try to keep herself going, no matter how badly she's been injured, or how weak she's been. Fear, however, wasn't the only thing present in her very own icy blue eyes. Determination, perseverance, unwavering loyalty, and a hidden sense of vengeance that has yet to be unleashed.

Whatever the male wishes to make of that, its his business. If he doubts her loyalty, that's his business. But if he were to ever lay a finger on Kurisu, you can bet that she'd do anything to wipe that stupid grin off his face and get her Mistress out of harm's way, even if it costs her her life.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 19, 2014 18:49:31 GMT -5 Samantha Black likes this

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 19, 2014 18:49:31 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 394} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

Words were useless, and actions were cause for an easy deception—with his humongous hand wrapped around her throat, she would be doing none of the sort. But the window to one’s soul was purity in reference to their character, and the most prodigious actor would be unable to change that. And as he gazed into her very soul, there would be an abyss of silence between the two, and the distorted ambience that would surely fade under the intensity of his eyes. He would usurp every particle of the answer he sought through her undeniably gorgeous eyes, and from that there was nothing but admiration emanating from his soul.

He lessened his grip slightly, keeping his strength present upon his throat. “Your eyes are beautiful; they have strength and purpose, but they’re no different from an infant.” He stated, with his emotionless features completely unwavering. “People assume that I do what I do because I’m overly arrogant or simply evil, but that’s incorrect.”

A semblance of a smile curled upon his lips; his apathy withering as a dash of sorrow or pain furrowed his brows. He paused, continuing to force his eyes upon her own as his finger seized any opportunity she had at muttering a syllable.

“I care deeply about everyone around me, as my little sister does for you—I even care for you.” And in that moment, the juggernaut’s strength about her throat intensified as he picked her up like a doll, walking over to the edge of the platform; his eye contact never faltering. “My sister left you here because she knew what I would do to you, you will receive the same treatment she got when she was my fracción.”

Before she could blink, the Espada heaved her body into the midst of the vast coliseum as if she were a child’s toy. Her body would crash into the dirt and interrupt the fight between the two combatants, and every single being within the audience would gasp in fear; silence, as if his actions had knocked the wind cold from their bodies. And as Vaaen Vorenz yelled atop his platform, everybody would take note from the king of this domain, watching as he removed his fur overcoat from his shoulders.

“Trael! When you leave this kingdom, you will no longer be useless!”

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 20, 2014 3:00:11 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 20, 2014 3:00:11 GMT -5

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

Something tells Trael that the man did not enjoy conversations all too much, unless they were one sided, which basically equates to him talking to himself, but at least the strength that he had on the choke hold lessened, and she is able to finally draw some much needed oxygen or whatever the hell the air is made up of in this realm into her lungs. Though it is hard for the Fraccion to think of the Espada's words to be true, especially the caring-for-everyone-around-him part, since she had just witnessed a mini recreation of the Holocaust moments earlier, she didn't really have much of a choice here. Right now, she was practically at his mercy, and whatever the hell he'd tell her to do, she'd have to do it for the sake of her own survival. If he could blast his own people to smithereens in the blink of an eye, who knows what he could do to people who disobeyed his words.

After having an up close and personal experience of being hauled around like a rag doll, complete with dirt and sand going into places that it never could've if she were to have worn normal clothing, its pretty easy to guess that it wasn't fun. What followed next came completely out of the blue, because she'd have never expected anything like this to happen. Being tossed into the arena, causing clouds of dusty sand to fly up off the ground and tonnes of confusion when the entertaining fight between two brave gladiators suddenly came to a standstill. Thankfully she was smart enough to roll her body a few times, so as to minimize the frictional impact. Just because Hollows had natural hierro that prevented their skin from being damaged like a fragile peach, it still doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

By now, everyone's attention was fixed straight toward their King's invisible speech podium, as he presented his main event to all of his people, much to Trael's dismay. It took her several moments to finally gather herself as to what's going to happen, so judging by the fights that took place in this very arena earlier on, she was going to have herself some unwanted competition. In his words, Trael was receiving the same treatment her own Mistress had during her time of servitude under the blonde male's legion, that the reason Kurisu left her here was for her own good. Whether or not that's the whole truth, the answers remain to be seen, but right now, she had a challenge in front of her. A challenge that she cannot back down from.

If you think she's scared, well.. yeah, damn right she is, but just like the story her eyes told, she wouldn't go down without a fight. Whatever obstacle that's to be placed in front of her, she'd try her best to overcome it, be it the fastest midget Hollow in the world, or the most powerful chainsaw wielding hybrid mutation between a kangaroo and a piranha. So as they'd say in sports commentaries, business was about to pick up.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 20, 2014 12:04:55 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 20, 2014 12:04:55 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 339} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

Upon the very millisecond his coat drifted onto the ground, an ominous shadow cast over the Espada’s facial features as he tilted his head downwards. Light-blue orbs met with crazed sadism, while lips curled with malicious zealotry, parting slowly as a deep cackle began to echo throughout the silence of the entire stadium. Beads of sweat crept down the foreheads of any sapient within the audience capable of recognizing that prolonged bout of laughter, for they knew corpses were to follow.

The bulking figure of trembling hilarity pattered towards the edge of the platform, and leaped through the air like an enraged titan! Workforce boots cratered the dirt floor of the arena, and blood waltzed onto the ground on the next very second as the juggernaut plunged his arm into one of combatant’s chest and spine. Without a moment’s hesitation, that punctured being was sent flying a mile throughout the air, and consciousness would be suctioned from his body before he hit the ground outside of the coliseum. The cackling blonde turned to his right, freezing the other contestant into a dreading backpedal with the raw intensity of his glare. And after a booming static, the Espada appeared before him and sent his head rolling off his body with a simple backhand. His head was stuck in his same dumbfounded expression, while his lifeless body slumped to the ground with steel in hand—and that only left Trael.

Red liquid dampened both of the juggernaut’s arms, and dribbled atop his grinning lips. His frenzied pupils dilated violently as they cast their gaze upon the fracción of the hour. She would not participate in a meager contest against another Hollow; she would sit in the ring with the king himself.

“You will know wrath and grow, or you will die!” Vaaen announced through a humorous holler.

And in that moment, the audience clapped and yelled in appreciation and anticipation! Their eyes were upon the only breathing individuals within the ring, and they would see the show of their life.

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 22, 2014 12:01:08 GMT -5

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Post by Trael Enyal on Feb 22, 2014 12:01:08 GMT -5

when the light runs from the day
will the darkness be too much?

.. What the serious fuck?

Just when you think there's a small possibility of Trael actually winning the challenge, the obstacle placed right in front of her was none other than the dude who presented said obstacle and said challenge to begin with, and right off the bat, the blonde juggernaut made his menacing presence felt by literally smacking the head off of one of the combatants, after he had fun fisting the first guy.. piercing through the chest, coming right out the back of his spine.

Well, what the fuck now? There is absolutely no way in hell that she'd be able to fight this man one on one, let alone come out on top. Sure, she could try, but let's be real here. For someone who doesn't really understand the ins and outs of fighting, all she could do is defend herself until she either runs out of energy, or gets obliterated. Either way, it seemed that his intention was for her to learn and grow, but how could one begin to learn the concept of wrath?

First thing's first, the Fraccion would at least attempt to create some distance herself and the guy trying to potentially rip her limbs right out of their sockets, and by using her sonido, she should be able to accomplish just that. Of all the things Kurisu has spent time teaching her, this ability proved to be one of the most effective. By no means has she learned to master it in such a short period of time, but one should not underestimate the growth capabilities of her agility.

For now, she'd stand clear, facing the direction of where he stood, eyeing his every movement, hoping to be fast enough herself to avoid being caught. With his brute strength, one small punch would've been the end of the battle, or worse. Every single cell of her brain told her that this was a bad idea, but at the same time, she wouldn't run away. Her stubbornness kept her glued into this situation, and for some weird reasoning, even her gut told her that this was something she needed to do.

Maybe the audience wouldn't appreciate this cat-and-mouse game, hence the boos, but if they were placed in the same situation as she was, they would've been long dead. But what was she supposed to do? What is this wrath that he wanted her to learn about? Did he want her to unleash some sort of hidden.. furious state of complete frenzied rage or something? Trael wasn't the type to do that, and he knew fairly well. So what was it? How was she supposed to come out alive without being mauled over by this bulldozer?

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EVERYBODY'S SOMETHING [FEAT. TRAEL & CARRLA] Feb 23, 2014 0:24:23 GMT -5

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Post by VAAEN VORENZ on Feb 23, 2014 0:24:23 GMT -5

{wrath} {word 301} {everybody's something}

complacency shall burn.

Fresh red liquid rapped onto the dirt floor in consecutive cascades, the male’s arms resting lazily at his side. Viciously sharpened canine teeth clenched together with trembling hilarity, soft convulsions shot through the veins prominent in his neck, and introduced a quake to his broad shoulders. His furiously dilated eyes failed to move from their mark, yet his malevolently curled lips parted ever so slightly from their prolonged cackles. “I remember putting Kurisu in this arena for the first time.”

Light-blue jewels scrolled upward, a dampened hand came to curl about the defined jawline, smearing blood on his cheek and chin. “I remember stripping her naked, slapping her down and reminding her that she was pure trash.” He continued, his devious grin devoid of any humane emotion, “I plunged a hole in her tit, and ripped every single limb off of her body and laughed at her cry. I watched her arms and legs regenerate, then I ripped them off again and beat her senseless with her own puny limbs.”

The Espada’s whimsically clenched teeth thwarted downward like the enclosing of his eyelids, his head shook with a chuckle so fearsome that it silenced every cheer and boo emitted from the audience. His eyes opened upon his target, his feet taking baby steps towards the blue-skinned beauty. The glint in his destructive orbs clearly cared not for her attractiveness, and would show her if she truly proved to be nothing that her fate would be worse than what her superior suffered.

He imbued every bit of maliciousness lurking upon his visage into a balled dextral fist, and leaped into the air like an unbound monstrosity, rocketing downward towards her form with a simplistic punch that would crush her bones and leave a crater underneath to bed her body.

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Last Edit: Feb 23, 2014 0:28:14 GMT -5 by VAAEN VORENZ