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Another Old Rp... Memories of Nobody
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Darkness covered the corners of a barrack, laying lone and quiet. Things were different, things had changed; it was all because it had happened. No matter how many flower arrangements covered the small area, or how crisp the sheets were, it wouldn't change anything. Nothing could change this, nothing would ever change this. This barrack was stuck in the world of the lost, and tied down by mourning. The flower arrangements had died swiftly, lacking the care they needed, and had not been replaced. The sheets on the bed were abnormally ruffled instead of their crisp and clean manner. Those sheets had rarely ever been used, but they were dirty and ragged. The table was splintered in the ground, a paper door was torn. Even the tatami mats were left in the poorest of conditions, dyed a brown, rusted color at spots. The room was caught in ruin; then again, it had only been a day. Only a day... since it happened...
"I see you, Mizuki..." those had been the words no one had heard. Those words were the trigger of full-on chaos.
It was still so bright, so vivid, and this room replayed it all. Anemone had fled to the 7th Division as soon as the call came from the lucky Unseated Member that had collapsed in her courtyard. Shunpo had carried her on the wings on the wind, her body pleading for a break from the sudden action. She had been at rest, away from the danger beginning to brew on her friend's grounds. But the moment she entered the gates, she knew exactly what she saw all too well.
The Nightmares, Anemone had deemed the ghastly beings that floated about the air. Mizuki's bankai ability was plain and simple, but not at all harmless. The fog was heavy and hazy, and members were running about in it aimlessly; screams echoed about the grounds, and lower-seated members wept under the cover of the beings. Anxiety was being induced quickly, but it built even more in the pits of her stomach when she realized the damage that the Nightmares were doing. They had never been physical. They had never been a whole. The Nightmares were just an illusion that was created, but here they stood, tearing at shihakusho and scratching shallow markings into the frightened faces. Some had drawn their blades to fight, releasing their shikai readily, and others battled continuously with their fists as well as kidou. But as soon as each one had disappeared, another took its place quickly. They were seemingly stealing the oxygen from the air with their hazy bodies. This is why she had been called. But her mind wasn't focused on the Nightmares, nor was it focused on the foreign reiatsu that was building in the division and causing the members to gasp for air. It was her dearest friend who was in the true danger.
"It's all my fault..." Anemone choked out, grasping at the now-ruined tatami mats, as if they would free her from her memory. But they couldn't even stop this replaying from the continuous motif that it had followed.
Shunsui had already arrived. Anemone could sense him past the gates of the Division. His reiatsu was pulsing throughout the sodden air, meshing with the reiatsu of a Hollow. That was where she needed to be. She needed to get closer to Mizuki, closer to Shunsui. They were the blanket of comfort that she had held onto for years. They were the people closest to her. Anemone had to greet the man that had gone out drinking with her many-a-time. She had to talk to him; she needed to be awoken from this dream that was created by Mizuki's Nightmares. Like a frantic child, she ran, her face getting scraped up in the process as she waved her arms through the mass of false bodies. She swatted at them like a machete to brushwood.
It wasn't too long before she had made her way inside the heart of the grounds, she had made her way to Mizuki's office. Shunsui had already begun the battle that neither of them ever expected to come. They were taking down Mizuki... and her Inner Hollow. Her heart was quick to snap in two as she saw Shunsui already doing a dangerous dance with their swift friend. Even in her frightening form, her body still danced in through the battle. The upper seats were trying to support him, but they were getting thrown about like apple cores; they were a pointless match for the battling woman. Mizuki was losing. Shunsui was losing.
And when Mizuki had died, Anemone had truly lost.
Now all that was left was the ruined bedroom that belonged to her friend, disheveled by the members that had ended up trapped in there. Anemone was torn apart herself, not only mentally and emotionally, but physically as well. For in the end, she had to help kill her closest friend alongside Shunsui. All she could do was look at the room and weep. Her great skill in healing kidou meant nothing. She failed to save her friend, and she could never revive the dead... So, she reluctantly dragged herself off the floor, and wiped her tears with the edges of her robes.
In the end, Anemone trudged out the gates and didn't look back once... she wished to mourn alone, without the photographic memories of her friend's death.
"I see you, Mizuki..." those had been the words no one had heard. Those words were the trigger of full-on chaos.
It was still so bright, so vivid, and this room replayed it all. Anemone had fled to the 7th Division as soon as the call came from the lucky Unseated Member that had collapsed in her courtyard. Shunpo had carried her on the wings on the wind, her body pleading for a break from the sudden action. She had been at rest, away from the danger beginning to brew on her friend's grounds. But the moment she entered the gates, she knew exactly what she saw all too well.
The Nightmares, Anemone had deemed the ghastly beings that floated about the air. Mizuki's bankai ability was plain and simple, but not at all harmless. The fog was heavy and hazy, and members were running about in it aimlessly; screams echoed about the grounds, and lower-seated members wept under the cover of the beings. Anxiety was being induced quickly, but it built even more in the pits of her stomach when she realized the damage that the Nightmares were doing. They had never been physical. They had never been a whole. The Nightmares were just an illusion that was created, but here they stood, tearing at shihakusho and scratching shallow markings into the frightened faces. Some had drawn their blades to fight, releasing their shikai readily, and others battled continuously with their fists as well as kidou. But as soon as each one had disappeared, another took its place quickly. They were seemingly stealing the oxygen from the air with their hazy bodies. This is why she had been called. But her mind wasn't focused on the Nightmares, nor was it focused on the foreign reiatsu that was building in the division and causing the members to gasp for air. It was her dearest friend who was in the true danger.
"It's all my fault..." Anemone choked out, grasping at the now-ruined tatami mats, as if they would free her from her memory. But they couldn't even stop this replaying from the continuous motif that it had followed.
Shunsui had already arrived. Anemone could sense him past the gates of the Division. His reiatsu was pulsing throughout the sodden air, meshing with the reiatsu of a Hollow. That was where she needed to be. She needed to get closer to Mizuki, closer to Shunsui. They were the blanket of comfort that she had held onto for years. They were the people closest to her. Anemone had to greet the man that had gone out drinking with her many-a-time. She had to talk to him; she needed to be awoken from this dream that was created by Mizuki's Nightmares. Like a frantic child, she ran, her face getting scraped up in the process as she waved her arms through the mass of false bodies. She swatted at them like a machete to brushwood.
It wasn't too long before she had made her way inside the heart of the grounds, she had made her way to Mizuki's office. Shunsui had already begun the battle that neither of them ever expected to come. They were taking down Mizuki... and her Inner Hollow. Her heart was quick to snap in two as she saw Shunsui already doing a dangerous dance with their swift friend. Even in her frightening form, her body still danced in through the battle. The upper seats were trying to support him, but they were getting thrown about like apple cores; they were a pointless match for the battling woman. Mizuki was losing. Shunsui was losing.
And when Mizuki had died, Anemone had truly lost.
Now all that was left was the ruined bedroom that belonged to her friend, disheveled by the members that had ended up trapped in there. Anemone was torn apart herself, not only mentally and emotionally, but physically as well. For in the end, she had to help kill her closest friend alongside Shunsui. All she could do was look at the room and weep. Her great skill in healing kidou meant nothing. She failed to save her friend, and she could never revive the dead... So, she reluctantly dragged herself off the floor, and wiped her tears with the edges of her robes.
In the end, Anemone trudged out the gates and didn't look back once... she wished to mourn alone, without the photographic memories of her friend's death.
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A short, crappy solo rp.
5 min read
It was late at night before Karina finally left the stark halls of Las Noches. As of late, she felt as if she'd been trapped inside the white walls, and as if it all was going to consume her. When she moved about, distant melodies of strange songs she couldn't recall rang throughout her mind. Those melodies, unlike the other songs she had heard, produced no euphoria. With each note, a soft pang of pain hit her; creating a melancholic attitude about her. She could feel her feet drag with every step she took as she moved along throughout Hueco. She knew exactly where she was going to go, and she knew exactly why. "I'm empty..." Her voice echoed throughout her mind. The downside of being a Hollow was the insatiable hunger you always had. Despite the fact that she was an Arrancar, she still had to consume every so often. She still had to revert to her old, disgusting ways. Anytime this happened, it pained her for there was only so much she felt she could take. As her zanpakuto tapped lightly on her body as she walked, she wandered deep into The White Forest.
Many trees with thick brush towered over Karina, but she remained un-phased here. There was just enough room to the point where she could attack and consume. Anything that was unlucky enough to run into her at this point was done for, which she felt completely and utterly horrible for. She wished she could remember what it was like before she was an Arrancar. Maybe it would give her the strength to resist this feeding that she felt was so needed. Not even the thought of the innocent souls could set her free at this point. With every Hollow she would see, her mind would just respond as "food." With that thought, a large Gillian appeared in a large clearing between trees. This is where the cannibalistic features overcame her typical nature. This is where she would let loose...
Her pupils dilated, her body tensed... Karina was ready. With that thought, she used sonido; leaving the familiar sound of static ringing throughout the atmosphere. The gillian was tall and looked the same as all the others... Pointed mask, black cloak-like body, and the hole...lying in their lower abdomen. She practically laughed before proceeding to pounce on the large menos; beginning to tear it apart, and eat it alive. Despite the fact that gillian were large, she towered over them in the measure of strength. Her ears and wings perked up to a noise behind her as she finished the appetizer to her meal. She immediately stood up, and whipped her body around to face her next course. There was more lower class hollow... many, many lower class hollow. Her bloody lips grew to a smirk as she saw the rest of her meal. She would tear them apart at this point, she was going to release...
Placing her hand on the hilt of her blade, she pulled Gorrion Comillo from it's sheath. Unlike a Shinigami, she didn't have a zanpakuto spirit. Instead, her precious Gorrion Comillo held her hollow form inside of it. That dreaded form that made her revert to her previous Hollow mannerisms. Although she hated it, she knew that she would feel at a loss of herself if she didn't continue to consume the hollow among her. She felt her mind returning to normal after just the one gillian, so the rest of the hollow would make her return for a while... Hesitant at first, she finally brought her sword above her head; her small wings spreading as her voice echoed about the forest, "Volare!" The faint milky glow of her blade grew to a brilliant shine, before the blade dissipated to feathers; spiraling downward in circles over her small frame. She watched as the hollow seemed confused at their opponent seeming to disappear before their eyes. The feathers began to glow brighter, and she appeared from them.
The hollows were obviously not wise, since they didn't run at that point. Karina was released in front of them. Her black mirrored eyes stared hungrily at her meal, and an animalistic smirk grew on her face before she proceeded to ready her talon-like nails. Although she was in a mood to play with her food first. Putting her arms out as if she was ready for an embrace caused her large, white wings to spread to their full wingspan. Bala began charging at her fingertips, and she shot them off at the trees; causing them to fall over onto the ground. A childish giggle escaped her lips as she watched the trees land on a few of the unsuspecting hollows, and she motioned for the rest to come towards her. Her laughing didn't cease as they ran towards her, still thinking they could consume her. Wrong. After Karina had used sonido, and gotten back a fair distance she spread her arms out again, but quickly crossed them over her chest; releasing many small feathers towards her opponents. Loud shrieks proceeded to echo along the forest as her feathers hit their targets. There was only one left of the group, one that she hadn't seen before... An adjuchas lingered in the back of the group; waiting for it's presence to be known. It was time for dessert.
She was growing tired, so she would end this one quick. As she leaped toward it, she brought her arm in a sweeping motion; smirking as the edges of her wings cut across the hollow, cutting it to ribbons. Karina watched as it's blood painted the forest's floor, as she hovered over it's carcass she knew her work her was done.
Many trees with thick brush towered over Karina, but she remained un-phased here. There was just enough room to the point where she could attack and consume. Anything that was unlucky enough to run into her at this point was done for, which she felt completely and utterly horrible for. She wished she could remember what it was like before she was an Arrancar. Maybe it would give her the strength to resist this feeding that she felt was so needed. Not even the thought of the innocent souls could set her free at this point. With every Hollow she would see, her mind would just respond as "food." With that thought, a large Gillian appeared in a large clearing between trees. This is where the cannibalistic features overcame her typical nature. This is where she would let loose...
Her pupils dilated, her body tensed... Karina was ready. With that thought, she used sonido; leaving the familiar sound of static ringing throughout the atmosphere. The gillian was tall and looked the same as all the others... Pointed mask, black cloak-like body, and the hole...lying in their lower abdomen. She practically laughed before proceeding to pounce on the large menos; beginning to tear it apart, and eat it alive. Despite the fact that gillian were large, she towered over them in the measure of strength. Her ears and wings perked up to a noise behind her as she finished the appetizer to her meal. She immediately stood up, and whipped her body around to face her next course. There was more lower class hollow... many, many lower class hollow. Her bloody lips grew to a smirk as she saw the rest of her meal. She would tear them apart at this point, she was going to release...
Placing her hand on the hilt of her blade, she pulled Gorrion Comillo from it's sheath. Unlike a Shinigami, she didn't have a zanpakuto spirit. Instead, her precious Gorrion Comillo held her hollow form inside of it. That dreaded form that made her revert to her previous Hollow mannerisms. Although she hated it, she knew that she would feel at a loss of herself if she didn't continue to consume the hollow among her. She felt her mind returning to normal after just the one gillian, so the rest of the hollow would make her return for a while... Hesitant at first, she finally brought her sword above her head; her small wings spreading as her voice echoed about the forest, "Volare!" The faint milky glow of her blade grew to a brilliant shine, before the blade dissipated to feathers; spiraling downward in circles over her small frame. She watched as the hollow seemed confused at their opponent seeming to disappear before their eyes. The feathers began to glow brighter, and she appeared from them.
The hollows were obviously not wise, since they didn't run at that point. Karina was released in front of them. Her black mirrored eyes stared hungrily at her meal, and an animalistic smirk grew on her face before she proceeded to ready her talon-like nails. Although she was in a mood to play with her food first. Putting her arms out as if she was ready for an embrace caused her large, white wings to spread to their full wingspan. Bala began charging at her fingertips, and she shot them off at the trees; causing them to fall over onto the ground. A childish giggle escaped her lips as she watched the trees land on a few of the unsuspecting hollows, and she motioned for the rest to come towards her. Her laughing didn't cease as they ran towards her, still thinking they could consume her. Wrong. After Karina had used sonido, and gotten back a fair distance she spread her arms out again, but quickly crossed them over her chest; releasing many small feathers towards her opponents. Loud shrieks proceeded to echo along the forest as her feathers hit their targets. There was only one left of the group, one that she hadn't seen before... An adjuchas lingered in the back of the group; waiting for it's presence to be known. It was time for dessert.
She was growing tired, so she would end this one quick. As she leaped toward it, she brought her arm in a sweeping motion; smirking as the edges of her wings cut across the hollow, cutting it to ribbons. Karina watched as it's blood painted the forest's floor, as she hovered over it's carcass she knew her work her was done.
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