From a hole in the sky a beast, roughly the size of an elephant, leaped into existence and came tumbling down into the city below. A gorgeous, white mane flared up in the midday sunshine; the silhouette of a bulky feline blacked out the sun for just a moment before finishing its descent. The creature landed with a cacophonous thud, paws digging into the dirt of the central park it had fallen into. Branches and leaves above came fluttering down and showered it gently.
The creature, as mentioned before, was quite large. A hulking, ripped creature with like grey fur and accented black stripes lining it's body in zig-zag patterns. A large, floofy tail curled inwards and then around its hind legs elegantly, with the very tips of the hairs dragging across the ground. The fur of its tail and mane were a striking beige color. More importantly was the mask it bore on its canine-like face. The white substance iconic of Hollows coated its entire face and the back of its pointed ears. From small slits, red, ferocious eyes glared.
Atop the monster rode a small, womanly figure who hung tightly onto its mane. Her black hair -- now decorated with a few leaves and twigs -- whipped in the wind, pushing against her frame and flying wildly in front of her face. With a scowl, she pushed it over her shoulders and huffed. With a quiet voice, she said something to the creature she was riding, followed by a large, hungry grin.
The beast growled lowly and lowered its head. It shook itself once and then started to step forward.
It was surprising to find a locked door so far from the castle. Even if it was a former Espada tower, most of the huts and buildings that weren't right up against the castle had been long since vacated. Arrancar and Hollow alike had learned to at least huddle together in times of uncertainty. As primal and monstrous as they were, even their base instincts told them there was strength in numbers. Besides, between the failure of a woman who was doing a surprisingly good job at keeping the trash out and the other decently strong Arrancar that had stepped up, there was little carnage and an odd sort of peace within the decrepit walls of Las Noches. Indeed, it wasn't perfect and everything was still hell by every standard, but it was something.
So, back to the previous thought.
The woman with long, inky black hair stared curiously at the door before her, listening to it rattle on its hinges as she shook the handle a few more times. A decent human being would have humored a knock, or even called out to see if there was someone inside. Unfortunately, the woman was neither decent nor human. As casual as can be, a thick, black substance boiled around her fingers and then blasted the door straight from the wall. The cracked remains blasted into bits when it collided with the wall on the other side of the room.
Without hesitating, the woman stepped inside and peered around the Trecera's Tower. It was... surprisingly well maintained. For a brief moment, she worried that she had, in fact, barged in on someone's home, but the lack of immediate response eased her worries. So, she walked further inside, and looked around with curious eyes. Empty bookshelves and partially filled bookshelves lined the walls -- a good portion of them ruined thanks to the door being blown in. With nothing better to do, the woman approached one of the shelves still in tact and grabbed a random book. She flipped to a random page.
The book spoke of some sort of theory based around "merging the Reiatsu of the various races." The psychotic ramblings talked of a world inhabited by "pure" beings created from the aforementioned experiment, ushering in an age of peace. Just how crazy did you have to be to believe this stuff?
Quietly, engrossed by the book, the woman continued reading, unbothered by sounds of movement in the distance.
A young girl with short, white hair, leaned over the stone, eroded well, small hands reaching deep within to grasp the wooden bucket. Water sloshed around as she awkwardly tried to pull it the remainder of the way up. As to be expected with crappily made tools, the rope that was meant to pull the bucket all the way up had gotten tangled and knotted at the top of the pulley, locking the bucket just barely out of arms reach. The young girl's feet lifted from the ground, her entire weight now supported by her gut as she stretched herself even further.
She squeezed her bright, blue eyes shut, groaned, and stretched herself even further. Her fingers brushed against the wood, making the bucket swing just enough for some of the water to splash out. Frustrated, the girl flailed her legs back and forth and tried to reach even further. As expected, she soon found imbalance and started to tip forward. Eyes wide, the girl let out a loud screech and flailed all the more. All at once, she toppled into the well, cracking her head against the bucket.
Reaching into the darkness with surprising swiftness was a pale, thin arm snatched the girl by the back of her dress.
Dazed, half awake from the blow, the girl whimpered and squirmed in the grasp of the stranger. Without thinking, her tiny hands wrapped around her savior's forearm, curling in around the only source of support she had. Gently, she was lifted from her near death experience. Tears in her eyes, even as the stranger lowered her to the safety of the ground, her hands clung to the woman's. Between terrified sobs and sniffles, she spat out her thank you's and offered to repay the woman.
"Repay me?" The woman said in a curious tone. "Hm... Well, I can think of something if you really want to help me out."
The girl rubbed her face clean and then nodded profusely. With her vision cleared and the fear starting to fade, she smiled up at the strange, pale woman who peered down at her with stark, crimson eyes. Something was certainly strange about how the woman looked, the girl noted, but she had seen weirder people before. Besides, how could someone who just saved her life be a bad--
Blood splattered everywhere as the young girl's head was smashed into the corner of the well. The once cute, innocent face crumpled in on itself like wrinkled paper, leaving a mess of blood and brain matter all over the well and the surrounding grass. A soft patter of blood leaking into the well echoed nicely as the woman stood before the corpse. The headless body shuddered and then fell against the stones, fingers twitching at random intervals as the nerves panicked and died off.
Like sampling a fine wine, the woman licked her now blood-stained fingers and closed her eyes. A soft hum escaped her as she rolled her head back and forth.
From behind, a woman stepped out from a door, the grizzly sight caught in her peripherals. She paused, made a double take, and then screeched at the top of her lungs. Her brown hair lashed in the wind as she stumbled back, tripped over the step leading up to the door she had come out from, and then landed on her rump. Panting, wide eyed, and paralyzed by fear, she could only watch as the monster bent down over the corpse of the child.
ah-ha. seems there was a regrade that never got officially claimed, but was used regardless. the mystery is solved. A missing 1k GP has returned to its rightful owner. this is how your stuff officially looks:
"my hollow power allows me to lend my strength to those who are within melee range. this allows a person of my choosing to use my resonance skill for one hybrid check per post. this has a cooldown of two rounds.
after i master my hollow power, i no longer need to be within melee range to help my partner. if i affect a check while not in melee range, it costs an additional round of cooldown.
finally, should i grandmaster my hollow power, there is no limitation brought on by range."
Head of Public Safety Tsukimiya arrives in Hueco Mundo, intent on bringing justice to the criminals who have fled to the desert realm hoping to evade the long arm of the law. She finds what she is looking for in the throne room of Las Noches...
In an attempt to fill the vacuum left by the Queen and Primera's deaths, Segunda Espada Levi Grisha makes a play for the throne and gathers the Hollow-Breeds in order to stake his claim.
Meanwhile, a Shinigami assassin on an unsanctioned mission strikes at a hospital, aiming to rid the world of the Quincy queen's newborn children. Several Quincy rush to the queen's aid as Lieutenant Ogawa escalates the hostilites between mortals and Shinigami.