With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Seki was currently off duty and so with permission had decided to come to the real world to relax here rather then at home. She didn't often get a chance to come here except on patrol so she was determined to have a bit of fun. Her first stop was the mall because she had heard the shopping in the real world was a lot better then in soul society. She wandered through the store occasionally stopping outside windows to look inside. Her gigai was similar to her normal appearence except for the clothing. She was dressed in a white blouse and blue jeans with black shoes. It was a simple way of dressing, but as she did not use her giagi very often she did not see the point in it being extravagently dressed.
Seimenk was taking a casual stroll through the human plane. Albeit it was in the air. It was early evening, and he enjoyed the sunset as seen through the skylights above. The thought of bright, fiery sunlight being extinguished as easily as campfire under the brackish water of night pleased him. Of course, those hideously winking stars would come out, weak lights that dared to challenge the dark and the sun would rise again the next day. But he tried not to think about that much, and instead dwelled on the twilight. He imagined what it would be like if it lasted forever. The sun always being on the brink of death, the void savoring its defeat and killing it infinitely slowly. For although it would be a triumph, eternal darkness, the satisfaction of actually seeing the light weaken and die would be sorely missed.
He was dressed in his usual pitch black and blood red garb with a clerical aesthetic. however, there was something new-white. Small white earbuds filled his ears, connected to a white box his played with in his hands by a similarily colored cord that draped over the front of his cassock. This what what the humans called an "Mp3 Player". He had stolen it a week before from a jogger. After managing to find a public computer he was able to clear all of the stranger's rubbish music, and fill it with sounds he enjoyed. Music went unheard in Hueco Mundo, and was too 'traditional' in the Soul Society. It wasn't that he entirely disliked it, but rather that that was all they listened to. Where was the slamming punk? The sorrowful, soulful rhythm & blues? Heavy metal? This was one of the things he liked most about this plane, they were the only plane with good music, or any real variety in its literature.
Being made of Kishi and not Reishi, there was always the chance that someone might see the mp3 player, but since he was flying through the mall, he thought he would be safe. No one ever looks up. And push come to shove, he could always stick it in his pocket and run the headphones up the inside of his coat. In the last week he had been making regular trips to the plane to recharge the device. It was a minor annoyance and he half wished he had electric powers so he could do it himself. Hueco Mundo had essentially no infastructure, and the soul society was too antiquated to have any such devices in domestic use.
Floating through the mall, he looked around for something intereresting or amusing thing to steal. Perhaps some books to add to his cache in the white desert?
As Seimenk flew through the mall she sensed him and swallowed a small green pill. As she did so her spirit form seperated from her gigai. Her body however kept moving looking around the shops for stuff to buy. The now released shinigami form of Seki looked upwards towards Seimenk.
"Hey there. What are you doing here?" she asked. She was ready to battle if it came to that, but she hoped it would not. She was here to relax not fight. Although it was part of her duty to fight against the arrancar and hollow she was currently off duty and wasn't going to attack unless she had to. She held her hand lightly on the handle of her zanpakutoh ready to unsheath it and use it against the arrancar if necessary. Her black hakama moved slightly in the wind created by the AC as was her hair. Her pale blue eyes glinted slighted.
"Hrmm?", Seimenk grunted, removing his earbuds. The sound of a womans voice made him search with his Pesquisa first rather than waste even a few seconds waving his head around. Almost immediately his eyes locked on to her, his hazel meeting her aquamarine.
'Just one. Distance is 16 meters, optimum angle of attack is 71 degrees...if aimed right attack might take head clean off. Would have to wait until she left ground otherwise humans might notice...always best to avoid public disturbances, energy release could draw unwanted attention. Power level is very average. Bankai? Uncertain. No armband, definitely not a V.C., probably not a seated officer. Threat level is minimal.'.
Thoughts raced through his mind as he assessed the situation with his keen intellect. In everyday encounters with Shinigami, he didn't think this way. In fact, not long ago he had stood in the presence of two shinigami who were both only slightly less powerful himself accompanied by a human with strong spiritual powers and had not felt at all threatened. But this one, she was touching her Zanpakuto. Anytime he saw a Shinigami lay a finger on one, he had to ready himself to repel an attack. True, his Hierro could stand up to a Bankai of someone on his level, but that was no reason to get sloppy. Then he had another thought.
'Who was it that said 'fear is a natural reaction to an Arrancar?' or something to that effect? She's probably legitatimately more afraid of me than I of her. Like a scared little animal or something. I know what kind of animal I am, what kind of animal does that make her?'
"Weeeell, good evening Shinigami-san.", he greeted, lightening the mood. "Now, dont tell me you're actually shopping here?", he inquired, eyeing her Gigai. "Find a sale you just couldn't pass up? One for twenty-nine, two for fifty? You know...with that form, you can just take anything you want.", he advised, slowly floating down to the ground in front of her. "I mean, if you're actually shopping, I'd have to ask -where would you get human money? I can see how it might be useful if you've got to bribe one of them or maintain some residence, but dont tell me you actually have a job, I mean aside from your obvious profession."
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"I have a few human friends." she replied simply. "They lend me money whenever I come on a shopping trip." She shrugged and removed her hand from her zanpakutoh. He didn't seem like he was going to attack and if he did she could always shunpo out of the way or strike with kido, though she doubted that it would come to that.
"Hrmm....", he thought for a moment., "Tell me Shinigami-san. Why do these 'friends' lend you money? What could you possibly do for them in return? They surely cant just give you things for free -everything has a price, albeit one may not be aware that they are paying. Tell me Shingami-san, do they know what you really are?" He did not know much about the life of Shinigami amongst humans, and so he couldn't help but become curious as to just how they spent their time with them, and whether they actually cared about them at all.
"They give me money because I have helped them on numerous occasions." she said in response. "As for what I am, I am a saviour of lost souls. I save good souls from evil and purify the evil ones." She looked at this arrancar. "I help them not just because it is my duty, but because I care about these people. They don't deserve to have their memories destroyed and then perhaps destroy those they cared about."
He listened intently to the Shinigami, particularily the latter part of her response.
"So you think you're a savior?", he asked rhetorically, "Is that so? Do you know the difference between I and you? I'm not trapped in a viscious, pointless cycle revolving around death and rebirth that cannot accomplish or gain. Even as a Shinigami, your life is not unlimited. You will die in at most 2000 years or so and reincarnate. You'll live again and again, doomed to repeating the same mistakes and suffering in the same ways because every time you are reborn in Soul Society or on Earth you lose your memories.
You send people along, spinning them in that wheel of fate. Fate is something thats predetermined, and entirely out of ones control. I on the other hand, can actually live forever. Wheras the rest of the universe insists on living in circles, hollowkind lives in spirals. A spiral is like a broken circle, it has room to grow and expand, spiraling outwards. It revolves around one point, and each rotation is similar to the one before, but not the same as in the Soul Societies way of life.
You all stay the same and repeat yourselves, wheras we evolve. And the souls consumed by hollowkind are not destroyed, rather they all continue to exist in what evolves into a composite being, called a menos. As an Adjuchas or mid evolution menos, I am made of many, many souls and the persona you see in front of you? That one was merely the one with the strongest will, able to govern all the others. Hollows dont destroy souls, they help them escape from the endless cycle, something the humans like to believe you can do by reaching enlightenment or Nirvana. Too bad they cant. They want out of the system, out of the cycle you keep them in, they want something permanent and eternal, yet Soul Society just keeps shuffling them around calling themselves their 'saviors'.
I believe a time will come, when there is only one. One Vasto Lorde who is made from all souls in the universe. What would that be, except a god? A perfect being, an all-in-one who knows no conflict, only the internal peace of the void. When all that is in the universe is unified in a single form, the distinction between 'self' and 'space' becomes non existent. When there are no others, there can be no "I".
It will be the Ego Death of the universe, the birth of a being that experiences with no perspective because it is all and sees all. The Soul Society just wants to keep things limited to the forms their weak minds can comprehend. They fear what they do not understand. All hollows have their own reason for living as they do, many because they enjoy the taste of souls, others because they want to keep themselves from degenerating into a lesser form. They are by majority, most entirely selfish reasons for being. But despite that, I still belive hollowkind can fulfill what some would call a noble destiny by the end of time.
So know that every time you face a hollow with the intent of eliminating it...everytime you refuse to give into the night. You deny the savior in front of your eyes."
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"I have never known a Plus or even a live human who desired to either be eaten or killed by a hollow." she said simply. "Whether what I do is wrong or right in your eyes I will stand by what I believe." She chuckled at the comment of the one perfect vasto lorde being. "Perfection is pointless. To be perfect is to be without ambition, without goals, without a future. Your so-called perfect vasto lorde would be pointless and far from being perfect." She smiled in a friendly manner. "Time will have ended, that one vasto lorde will be all thats left, without a purpose, without any meaning to exist until the universe eventually collapses."
She looked at the arrancar. "Whilst your path might seem perfect to you, escaping the way of reincarnation and becoming part of a god like being. I think it sounds rather dull. " She shrugged. "I do not believe fate is determined. Our future is determined by our choices not by predetermination."
"Humans build bigger and more beautiful things and then destroy them. That is inevitable, but is there choice. Hollow or arrancar have no right to destroy what they have built in order to satisfy their own selfishness." She said and then she thought of something else. "Your one vasto lorde containing the souls of everyone. If an adjuchas can revert to a menos if it does not consume souls, does this not hold true for the vasto lorde? If so this moment of, as you call perfection, will only be for a short time."
"I have never known a Plus or even a live human who desired to either be eaten or killed by a hollow." she said simply. "Whether what I do is wrong or right in your eyes I will stand by what I believe." She chuckled at the comment of the one perfect vasto lorde being. "Perfection is pointless. To be perfect is to be without ambition, without goals, without a future. Your so-called perfect vasto lorde would be pointless and far from being perfect." She smiled in a friendly manner. "Time will have ended, that one vasto lorde will be all thats left, without a purpose, without any meaning to exist until the universe eventually collapses."
"In my mind by definition, perfection is the most desirable state. You want it too, but we have different ideas of what perfection actually is. Have you met any that wanted to be hollows?", he asked, leaning on a rectangular column."Have you ever met the Plus of a condemned man that wanted to avoid Hell? Or imagined what it might like to be one? Compared to other fates, being absorbed or becoming a Hollow can sound like an acceptable alternative."
She looked at the arrancar. "Whilst your path might seem perfect to you, escaping the way of reincarnation and becoming part of a god like being. I think it sounds rather dull. " She shrugged. "I do not believe fate is determined. Our future is determined by our choices not by predetermination."
"That's not entirely accurate. What is fate? Its what happens to you as the results of others choices, and the events that result which you have no control over. The majority of the time, choices made by people you don't even know. Fate is a very real thing. Consider a Plus you perform Soul Burial on -that Kidou makes them subject to the judgment of the King of Soul Society. The Kidou spell sorts them according to a set of rules or laws made by the King. Firstly, is it fair to be punished when you cant even remember what for and. for the duration of several human lifetimes when you only lived one?! All souls lose their memory when moving to Hell or Soul Society, simply by the nature of reincarnating in any realm. And beings native of Hell or Soul Society can live for as long as two-thousand years. You know-I bet the King thinks he's pretty smart. But what makes him smarter than anyone else? Why ought he have authority to judge everyone, hand out everyones fates -the fact that he was among the first spiritual beings to come into existence?",
he smirked, moving away from the column to let someone by who couldn't even see him. "And what's up with the fact that none of the dead from Soul Society are judged, they all just reincarnate as a human? If he believes humans should be judged, why aren't those of Soul Society? Why are they exempt? He's lazy. Or else he doesn't exist. With the exception of a 'privileged' few, no ones ever allowed to see him. He could easily be a council of Shinigami that hides away, and makes all the decisions, real 'old money' 'old school' types picked from the noble houses. Nobody from Soul Society would get judged, so they and all their friends can get away with whatever they want, while keeping everyone else down.", he speculated.
"Humans build bigger and more beautiful things and then destroy them. That is inevitable, but is there choice. Hollow or arrancar have no right to destroy what they have built in order to satisfy their own selfishness." She said and then she thought of something else. "Your one vasto lorde containing the souls of everyone. If an adjuchas can revert to a menos if it does not consume souls, does this not hold true for the vasto lorde? If so this moment of, as you call perfection, will only be for a short time."
"I suppose the first part of that has some truth. Ordinary Hollows probably do force fates upon a lot of souls, but they also eat each other. Those Hollows and Menos only busy themselves with other Menos or one another, and we all accept it as part of being what we are. As for the second, that's debatable. Vasto Lorde do exist, but they are extraordinarily rare and I cannot fathom what they must dine upon or with what they slake their thirst as it would have to be incredibly vast in supply, or extremely potent. Some think they spend the majority of their time in torpor or sleep, perchance to dream. Others theorize they become stable, and need to bother feeding."
