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.
There was something uncomfortably familiar in this place.
It was Earth's greatest peaks, the landmarks of a world so beautiful, so serene...
Yet it felt like only yesterday when he had first came here. Came here, to stumble upon the likes of Hollow and Vizards and Shinigamis, to lay his eyes on the very first encounter of the power he would come to lust for, would come to desire.
Stay my hand. Era cursed and closed his eyes, willing his trembling hand to stop shaking. At some point it had curled into a clenched fist, and his nails, even though they were kept short, had been digging so hard into his palms, blood was beginning to well from the sifts of his fingers. Mutterring something under his breath, Era wiped the hand on his sleeve, leaving dark stains of the deep red only blood could give, starting up the mountain trail again. Every step sent a pain cutting like a hot knife directly to his mind, so strong, so forceful, so very vivid. The Shinigami- the Vizard. Era suddenly felt nauseated, and had to bend over to keep himself from vomiting. It was still strong within, churning, so very much alive. Hate. Envy. Power.
But was it not for the very same reason he had left this pugilistic world, to seek out a plane of inner calm in the existence of his life within the shadows?
Reining in his churning emotions, Era bit his lip and forced himself up the trail again. The youngish Shinigami- no, the correct term for him was Vizard now- realized he was quite afraid. As if he was a demon finally back to see the mirror, a man having to witness all the sins and madness in the deepest, blackest pits in his heart. He recalled the events so long ago, the blurred faces of the men he no longer recalled their names.
The Vizard who had been too proud to wear his mask.
His Shinigami opponent, standing strong, steadfast, despite in the face of so mighty a power.
The brother of the Vizard, who annihilated Hollows by the thousands.
And I, I ate the-
This time there was no holding back. Era doubled up and vomited.
Plopping on the ground, a man broken through and through, Era groaned audibly, staring at the waning sun. Though it still glowed bright and strong, it was very obviously near sunset; the only reason why it still appeared to him was he being so high up.
There was something in the air here. Something intangible; somethiong different. Not evil, not good, merely a presence of a humming in the air. An awakening of something long forgotten....
The young boy suddenly felt very cold. He crept into a small crevice on the side of the mountain, snuggling up in a foetal position in the darkness and shut his eyes. It was cold. Very cold. He would sleep...for now...
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2009 9:11:51 GMT -5 by eramemory
The silence of the mountains was something Shyra hadnt experiance in a while, she couldnt resist the opportunity to climb up to a mountain peak and sit on a rocky ledge overlooking the beautiful scene. This peace, wasnt something she encountered often and it was soon to be distubed, she just knew it. But she was a shinigami, it was her job to take care of annoyances, those being the horrific hollow beasts that roamed this area. Why did something too ugly have to spoil it.
A sigh escaped the young female, as if it was just a routine thing, which it was, but not for round here she hadnt thought. Shyra eyed the white beasts as they walked through the mountains looking what souls they could devour next, such greedy things. Shyra lazily stood up and allowed her hair to fall over her shoulders, gravity having its toll, but she didnt once take her deep red eyes off those hollow, not for a second, she was extremely experiance with hollow slaying, it was like a hobby, a hobby that hadnt ever come to an end and so you got bored with it, but she couldnt think like that. It was then that she swiftly moved her arm up reaching over her shoulder for the coal black zanpakuto strapped to her back on a horizontal position. She pulled the blade from its sheath a click ecohing as she did so, and used the quickest method to get from all the way up this mountain to down by the hollows, simple shunpo steps were a blast to use. She only needed 4 or 5 shunpo steps to bring her down to the hollows levels. They instantly sense a presence and turned slowly because of their size it was hard for them to move too fast or they'd collide with some mountains or with each other.
Shyra watched the white masked hollows as their eyes laid upon her, a smirk crawled up Shyra's face. ''Sorry...feeding times over...'' she told them and used another shunpo steps to move straight in front of one hollow, the sound of cold shiny metal cutting through the air, and something much more dense was heard, in one quick motion three hollow were sliced through their middles and faded away into the air. Shyra held her zanpakuto out to her side a few drops of blood dripping of the tip of it. She swiftly turned the blade and sheathed it back where it belonged, the same click once it was secured.
Shyra turned her body and looked up at the montains looking for another one to climb up to, once she spotted one that seemed liek a good height up she walked forwards and on her way up, using a shunpo steps every now and then when she got tired of walking. But somethign caught her eye, something red, blood red. Was she bleeding? she asked herself, no when did she get hit by the hollows? she didnt, so who's was it, someone or something was hurt and injured. She lifted her head up a little and scanned the area, wondering just what else was up here. Perhaps an inured hollow had scurried up here for hiding, or another shinigami or a human. She decided to take a look around and see if she could be of some help to whoever it was.
Wearily Era opened his eyes. He felt cold, and cold he was; thin frost had formed over his body. Wait, had he fallen asleep? Not good. Being a spiritual being didn't spare him from hypothermia, only increased his resistance to it. He would still freeze to death in the coldness of the night, without the sun to protect him, should he allow the wintry claws to claim his life.
He lay there for moments longer; then a slight burst of reiatsu, the wholesome power spreading throughout his body and spraying small shards of ice in all directions. He shivered and got up, still colder than ever; but at least he was moving now. Era looked out the small hole of a cave that he had made his abode; the sun was only just nearly setting. Should the night come, he'd be trapped up a mountain with sub-zero temps, and should the water in his blood freeze, he'd die, surely. Times like these called for a fire.
But either insanity or defiance compelled Era to start moving up the mountains again.
The world was spinning, and he felt short of breath, the oxygen in the air too thin to breathe well. There was a darkness flitting around in his eyes, and his head felt more than light. There were too many reasons he should abandon this pointless quest; yet he still persevered. WHat drove him? WIll, Strength? Perhaps a longing?
Far away below, he felt a disturbance... something like a ripple of a still lake, caused by a pebble thrown. Several spirit signatures disappeared altogether; small, insignificant ones; only low-level Hollow. Hollow that had fled to the seclusive spot, out of fear, or out of desperation...keeping themselves in a palce where they can only do minimum harm. Of course, Shinigami wouldn't understand that some Hollow still retained fledglings of human conscience that restrained themselves; but Era did. At least, partially. Since he was also...
A drip, drip sound. Where? Era looked down. Below his feet, he had been dropping small trickles of blood from his body. Bleeding. He sighed. He had almost forgotten of the sickness, only to be reminded again. Hiis preivously weak body's illness had been suppressed during the lonely years of his training, but time and again the symptoms rose to haunt him. He was actually rather fond of it; it reminded him of his own weakness, and the need to grow stronger, still.
Era scaled the white mountain, a slow step by a slow step; leaving the dots of blood to mark his way. Already he had forgotten about the flare of reiatsu below. Now, there was only him, and himself...as always.
Post by konisaretard on Aug 18, 2009 21:21:49 GMT -5
Kaindo continued his treacherous walk upwards. He could feel a weak aura not far behind him, and a bit further back, a consequentially large aura. He assumed they were both Shinigami. He could probably handle either one without too much trouble, from the amount of Reiatsu they were giving off. He continued to march on, determined. He remembered about how, not long after he had become an Arrancar, one of his leaders, Gin Ichimaru had found the sword of life, and after a bit of sneaky research Kaindo had done, he found out that there was a sword that went with it, the sword of death. He also found out about the mixture of the two, the greatest sword of all. He guessed that with the power of the sword of death aiding him, along with his small collected group of allies, get passed Aizen and Gin, if not overthrow them. Then he would be able to get the mixed sword and be the ruler of everything. It would be amazing... The power! The leadership! He laughed at the thought, and now remotivated, he continued the seemingly never-ending walk towards the still-distant top of the mountain.
It had been so many years since he last laid sight on the Hollow-Shinigami Hybrid species. But that familiar scent of pressure, that cold power which shook stone and earth...
And it had done well shielding itself from the scoping eyes of at least Era, though. He hadn't even noticed until he stepped up the platform, the summit of the mountain, all clear skies, mistylike clouds and stray flowers on a snow-laden ground.
"Oh. Didn't realise someone was already here. Haha... guess it's a pretty popular tourist spot, anyhow." The young boy laughed, showing no hint of the pain that must be coming from within, or the ailing headache that still pounded upon the foundations of his head like a juggernaut. He was wearing a dirty hakama, at least from waist down, the long flowing ragged cloth hiding the drops of blood that had been steadily following him for the past hour. Scarves and a thick coat of ratskin served to hide his neck and arms, and his torso would be bare if not for the thinnest undershirt, white and full of holes, hid his body.
Era made a frown that left his distinct lips of a soft red clay pout in an interesting way, tilting his head to one side. He pondered over something for a little while, before speaking out. "Come to think of it, it's strange for there to be so many Hollows at the base of the mountains, even if they were doomed strays... and here comes a visitor from Hueco Mundo, hiding his presence. I take it that something here intrigues thee? Or are you merely here for the sights, just like me?"
He cocked his head to the other side now, smiling brilliantly, without a trace of intimidation. It was cold up here, but the air was stiller than a vacuum. Queer. ...No, what was stranger was what was going on here. And that Shinigami down below... was she tracing him? If that was true, things might get pretty muddy. I'd hate to get into one of those inter-species cross-battles again... Nah. Who am I kidding?
Era regarded the Arrancar that stood in the midst of the snowy rock cropping with a distant look in hsi eyes. He was skinny and tall, with hair as bleu as the sea, tied back in a long ponytail. Tha mask lay below his eyes, which were a dirty yellow, as if he ahd been watching something unpleasant too long. Still, Era would at least try to warm up to him a little.
"So... what's your name, senor?"
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2009 1:15:55 GMT -5 by eramemory
Post by konisaretard on Aug 19, 2009 16:51:10 GMT -5
Kaindo was finally at the top of the mountain. He looked around, smelling the fresh scent, but more urgently, looking for the sword up here, sensing how close one of the two supposed Shinigami were.He had no fear of their aura, but he didn't want one of them attaining the sword instead of him. He looked at another angle, to were the very highest tip was... And stared in astonishment. The sword! It was there! However, as he was just about to begin walking towards it, he heard a voice behind him. He whirled around, seeing someone who had aura similar to a Shinigami's but a bit wierd, though Kaindo couldn't tell how yet. Along with that, this person was not wearing the usual Shinigami outfit. After the other person had politely asked his name, he knew instantly that this wasn't a Shinigami, since due to he hard times in the Shinigami world he would've been attacked instantly. "Hello, whoever and whatever you are. I am Kaindo, an Arrancar who has pretty urgent plans. Who might you be?" Kaindo stands there, calmly waiting for an answer. The wind flew by and knocked a few strands of hair awkwardly on top of his head. He hoped to be done with this person soon so he could get through business as soon as possible.
(Hey, man, I want to ask about something. If we both wind up fighting for he sword, can we have a good RP fight and to a larger extent not go out of our ways to get the sword? And I don't mean don't do it at all, just saying let us, the RPers if not the characters, not have it at the tops of our lists, okay?)
((...Well, judging that I spent so many posts moping around while you claim to find the sword by your second post, I'd say you were more interested in the sword than me. I've always been a fair RP fighter, so you needn't worry, though. Btw, I think it's up to the Plot IC Temple to decide whether the sword appears or not. Have him make a post if you want it to appear.))
And thus the 'sword' that Kaindo had found crumbled away- it was a fake!
Era was oblivious to anything that was happening. He simply tilted his head and laughed merrily, his light voice carrying over like a soft breeze of warmth and sunshine. "Haha! I think I asked you that first, senor? But if you wish it. I could try to answer the question. Hmmm... what to say...? I'm no one, not anybody worth noting. Just a set of imaginary digits. Does that satisfy you?" He laughed again, obviously unwilling to dispell the enigmatic air around him just yet. A teasing tone in his sing-song voice could be discerned.
"...Now...you! You! What is your name, name!" The young teenager laughed, hopping a little closer to the Arrancar. He gave a little shiver- was it just me, or did the air get colder? - and tried to pull that funny-smelling and itchy coat around him to little avail. Then a gust of wind, the same that threw Kaindo's hair about, caught him by suprise and spread a chilling frost over his face. "Acha!" He gave a little gasp, blinking as the icy bite stung his features. Memo to self, don't go mountain-climbing in so little wear next time...
Era cocked hsi head to the side for the moment, watching the magenta and golden blend of the setting sun. Dusk...that's when my strength...will I need it...?
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2009 19:25:51 GMT -5 by eramemory
Actually Kon, you found a hive of killer bees that were infused by reitsu. An escaped bio-weapon of Blue Sun. They stung your character to death.
The end.
(A staff member will tell you if you've found the sword, you don't magically find it. Not to mention that continuity wise, nobody should even be looking for them. This thread is locked.)
