Waking the Fallen { JT / Orobas }

[Alastor Caedes]

As one looks at the state of the World of The living, it seems to be progressing nicely. The human death rate was slowly lowering, and their birth rate rising. Their years of life slowly getting higher and higher. The political game of the world of the living slowly improving, while continuing to be rotten from the core. Everything was slowly getting better for the mortal life. X-cution and Uzaki Enterprises being the first and foremost members to protect the world against the endless darkness. The occasional hollow issue or bount hunt needed to keep this progress flowing as there was never a end to Hollow life. Never a end to the age old struggle against Hueco Mundo. 

If we look at the Seireitei, the shinigami are doing as they always have. Protecting the world order as well as they can by hunting down and fighting off hostile forces of Hueco Mundo, or the Vandenreich. A order of soul reapers that is never changing, always stagnant in its pursuing dream of peace across the realms. The Council of 46 running everything in the name of not allowing the Squads to dictate as they wish. The Soul King perfectly safe in his own little slice of paradise. Protected by his perfectly trained Squad 0. Sure the slums were ever full of plus's that either became shinigami or continued to exist in the slums. Well, until they were killed by the occasional hollow attack. Some hollows were brave enough, or foolish enough, to go after those souls directly in the Shinigami's own turf. 

The Vandenreich, a order of fools who obey a false shepard to say the least. The Emperor, otherwise known as the blowhard to many less favorable folk. His little squad of puppets called the Sternritter obeying his every command in return for power. Yet even those little puppets don't realize that he is making them obey him just by taking more of his power, how unfortunately foolish. Their eternal hunt for perfection and ultimate mass genocide goal of the hollows, forever out of reach. A goal they will never be able to achieve, despite their struggling attempts to hold off their eventual destruction. Indeed quite the foolhardy group they are, one that will never change either. 

The sad thing was, none of them knew of the real danger that was waiting for the perfect time to reveal themselves. They only focused on the enemies that they could see, the enemies that they could kill. None of them knew the extent of the danger that was ready to surface at last. In the first layer of hell Shinigami were patrolling normally. Until they were all pulled deeper into the pits of Hell itself. Dragged by a unknown force. Restrained and dragged down the depths into the lower levels of Hell itself. There they found themselves in a old temple of sort, one that was built long ago. A table for four was the only piece of furniture in the room, A war map sitting on top of it. 

" Sire's, i have brought the Shinigami as instructed. " A Hason spoke entering the chambers with a group of sinners, holding the mass squad of patrolling Shinigami's captive. Sitting in a throne, placed comfortably across the north side of the chamber. Three golden eyes glowed. " Well, well. This is gonna be fun~ What do you say Orobas? " A echoing voice called out moving into the light. The Shinigami forced to sit on their knees with blades and other weapons at their throats. " What do you say Orobas? We leave one alive as a messenger? Although, leaving him unwounded would be a insult to the others. I say we send one back with their legs torn off. " 

Standing now in the light is a six foot tall Akki. Human in appearance, if it wasn't for his lack of skin. Bald head with three eyes on his head. Razor sharp teeth glow in a eternal grin with his claws tapping away at his chains. The group of shinigami was about thirty members, twenty of them puked when they saw Alastor in the light. " Rude, although you aren't the first to see me and puke. " Many looked at him in horror, as he was dressed in human skin. Sure they were used to ugly sinners, Saika, and Hason's. Yet Akki's, Akki's were a league of their own level of horror. One of the shinigami raised a eyebrow as they noticed a slight shift to Alastor's positioning. 

Something Orobas would know all too well, whenever Alastor's king or Psycho personalities swap out it was clear. Alastor Re-adjusted what clothing he did have before sighing. "....Shinigami commoners. Welcome to the Inner Sanctum, make sure to burn it into your memory. For all, but one of you. It will be your last. " A dignified voice, while still echoing, came out. The King had taken control again, after letting the psycho out in order to munch on some poor sap that pissed him off. 

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"Sires, I have brought the Shinigami as instructed." These words forced about a soft chuckle from the Akki in question. With Orobas being the Akki they were, maintaining their true form simply wasn't an enjoyable experience. No, they much preferred to spend their time in their nigh-flawless disguises. On this particular morning (or evening for that matter, they'd lost track of the changing times of hell long ago), they seemed to be resting in the body of that Shinigami they'd slain not too long ago; that of Setsuko Fujikawa. Leaning forward into the light, they revealed themselves as a rather attractive woman for the time being, not appearing to be much older than twenty and clad in nothing but numerous bandages around their entire body.

"Well, well. This is gonna be fun~ What do you say Orobas?" Forcing another chuckle from the Akki, Orobas turned their head toward their fellow Legatus. "Truthfully," they spoke, their voice currently soft and effeminate, "I couldn't agree more. The more forms I'm able to get out of this little experience, the better this is going to be." As Alastor prepared to speak once more, Orobas turned toward the group of Shinigami currently cowering under the pressure of being forced in front of two of the strongest beings in all existence.

"What do you say Orobas? We leave one alive as a messenger? Although, leaving him unwounded would be a insult to the others. I say we send one back with their legs torn off." "Interesting! Far from a bad idea, my not-so-levelheaded friend. Perhaps I force one of their arms to mutate out of control? Split down the middle? Maybe force a few eyes to grow down their back, force a maw to grow here and there, what say you?"

Watching Alastor approach the light and come into view of the Shinigami, and the subsequent reaction from the Shinigami, Orobas decided to follow in suit. As they stood up from their throne and walked into view, one thing could be easily made note of; Orobas, in their current form, was far more humanoid, and just a tad bit shorter than Alastor at the moment. Audibly sighing, Orobas pointed toward the mess that these damned Shinigami were beginning to make. "Someone, please clean this mess up. Given the circumstances, this level of disrespect will be let off with a warning for now. I can't promise either of us will be so... lenient, should the lot of you continue to be unable to keep your stomachs in check."

"....Shinigami commoners. Welcome to the Inner Sanctum, make sure to burn it into your memory. For all, but one of you. It will be your last." Another chuckle came from Orobas at these words. While sure, they were by no means as sadistic as Alastor, that didn't mean they didn't enjoy a good mass-homicide. Especially given the current situation. "Hm," they started, placing a hand on their chin in thought, "how do you suppose we go about this, Alastor? Perhaps forcing them against each other? Maybe even having a hunt of sorts, Richard Connell-style? I've been absolutely dying to get these old bones moving again." They emphasized that point with a simple crack of their neck, followed by each individual finger in a slow, methodical pace. "What say you~?"

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{Orobas' Current Body}The fourth guise that Orobas has access to is that of Setsuko Fujikawa, a Shinigami of Squad 3. The girl appears fairly young, and stand at 5'10", while weighing in at 135 lbs. Setsuko's build is somewhat muscular for her height and weight, with a surprising amount of strength behind her. The girl is the very definition of a youthful fighter, and seems like someone constantly full of energy. This much shows in how Orobas decides to act for the girl, usually playing up the more vibrant sides of their personality.

Setsuko is definitely a girl of average beauty. Her physique is not one to stand out on its own, even if she is more muscular than one would expect. She's not particularly well-defined in any spot, and this much shows. Her hair is an almost mint green in color, and is usually kept up in a thick, messy bun. While down, her hair goes to her lower back, even if this isn't something that she tends to do very frequently. Her eyes deep green, and compliment the features on her face rather nicely. Her skin is mostly clean from blemishes or defining marks, aside from a slight scar underneath her right eye, roughly no longer than two inches.

For the most part, having been a Shinigami originally, Setsuko traditionally dons a Shinigami Shihakusho. Not having any noteworthy markings along the uniform itself, Setsuko's clothes can be seen as rather run-of-the-mill when compared to Shinigami that like to make their appearance a bit more their own. For the most part, everything is standard. On her left hip, Setsuko used to keep her Zanpakuto back when she had still been alive; this has since been replaced with a steel replica, courtesy of Orobas. The weapon itself isn't made of spiritual steel, and is just a traditional steel blade, but a potential upgrade might be there in the future.

When not in the traditional Shinigami garb, Setsuko prefers to wear rather simplistic outfits. Orobas' personal favorite while in this body is that of a pair of green overalls, and a khaki turtleneck. Nothing special, but a rather nice outfit nonetheless. On hotter days this will likely be changed to a pair of jean shorts and a simple tee shirt, keeping a similar motif but also accommodating properly for the heat, should such heat exist. On colder days, a light coat of sorts will usually be worn by her, similarly to the one that Orobas enjoys wearing in his body of the same name.

In life, Setsuko acted as a Shinigami belonging to that of Squad 3. After assuming Setsuko's identity, this has not changed, and she still serves as a member of the same Squad. While not currently being the most well-known, Orobas prefers to keep it that way for the time being. Where it stands, transferring into a different Squad is certainly a possibility, depending on the happenings of those specific squads at the time. For now, though, they're more than content keeping things as-is.

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[Alastor Caedes]

Alastor observed the group of shinigami in front of them, both of his arms behind his back. A Dignified and royal posture as he stared down each and every one of them. "I couldn't agree more. The more forms I'm able to get out of this little experience, the better this is going to be." Hearing his comrade's words, Alastor let out a soft chuckle of his own. Where Alastor enjoyed the slow torture and suffering of others, leaving no corpse in recognizable condition. He knew Orobas was quite different, preferring to kill and possess the bodies of those they kill without any specific preference. That being said, there was thirty of these shinigami so letting a few of them fall into Orobas's hands wouldn't be a issue. 

"Interesting! Far from a bad idea, my not-so-levelheaded friend. Perhaps I force one of their arms to mutate out of control? Split down the middle? Maybe force a few eyes to grow down their back, force a maw to grow here and there, what say you?" Despite all of these idea's sounding fun to observe. Alastor put up a single hand and shook it. " Nothing so extreme. We do want the one chosen to live long enough to tell the message after all. However.... " Alastor closed his eyes and quickly sensed every last fiber of reiatsu these shinigami had. The strongest one among them would surely be the leader of this squad, that and they haven't made a report back in hours or days. Time was so hard to keep track of in Hell after all, with no day or night cycle. 

As he picked them apart, a small Hason named Siren came. Using her abilities to clean up the puke without issue as well as in a timely fashion. Before she left, she delivered the real reason that she was brought here. A bottle of old wine and two wine glasses forged from hell crystals, collected over the years of Alastors personal visits to the World of the Living. She didn't speak a word, simply did her task and left without making a sound. Alastor was quite proud of Siren, she was weak in terms of strength. Yet she served thoroughly and was consistent in her efforts. Before too long Alastor stood in front of one that had no horror on his face. "...This one is the leader. Reiatsu levels are higher than the rest. Id say probably a unseated officer, maybe a low ranking seated officer. " 

"how do you suppose we go about this, Alastor? Perhaps forcing them against each other? Maybe even having a hunt of sorts, Richard Connell-style? I've been absolutely dying to get these old bones moving again." 

Alastor grinned slightly as he had a idea. " Why don't we have them choose~" His tone and specifically drawn out voicing of the word Choose, was a double meaning. Yes Alastor was a fantastic liar and a charismatic leader, but he had his tells to those who knew him best. Alastor pulled the Leader and made him look at the squad of twenty nine shinigami in front of him. "Choose who dies. The one left alive will be the one to send our message, and no its not gonna be you. " Alastor grinned holding a hand on the restraind shinigami's head forcing him to look at his squad only. " Shall that suffice for you Orobas? " It was clear that Alastor at least, was having fun. 

" Fuck you, you disgusting sinner! " The leader yelled out enraged by having to make this choice. Alastor laughed and pulled his head back. " Do it. Or we send them all back as corpses to send our message." His grip on the man's head tightened as he raised a hand and the rest of the sinners moved their weapons ever closer. 

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"Why don't we have them choose~" These words forced a smirk to rise on the Akki's face. Making the Shinigami choose their own fate? This was something that only grew to interest Orobas. Forcing the damned to choose their own demise was something that gave the Akki a sick kick of sorts, and something they were more than happy to agree to when push came to shove. "Choose who dies. The one left alive will be the one to send our message, and no its not gonna be you. Shall that suffice for you Orobas?" Orobas simply chuckled. "Oh, it absolutely does." Standing up, Orobas made their way over to the squad leader currently in Alastor's grasp.

Gently leaning over to meet eye-level with the Shinigami, Orobas gave the man the most unhinged smile they could muster, and peered straight into their eyes, as if staring directly into the very fiber of his being with their own blind eyes. Most didn't seem to realize the Akki was blind upon first encounter, something they were desperately seeking to fix (and making great strides toward), and it seemed this man was no different. Their eyes seemed to freak most everyone out upon first encounter. As such, they were going to play that up as much as they possibly could.

"Interesting," they said, continuing to keep their face close to the Shinigami, "this one radiates nothing but fear and aggression toward the two of us, Alastor. Truth be told, he seems... utterly horrified, despite his attempt to keep up any semblance of a stoic or otherwise unnerved appearance. I very much like this one; I'd love to be able to crawl inside that head of yours and see just what makes you tick." With that final word, Orobas shifted their neck a tremendous amount, rotating their head a full ninety degrees; an amount that would've easily killed a normal human.

"Fuck you, you disgusting sinner!" The Shinigami cried out in protest to both Akki present. Orobas pulled back and turned to face the crowd as Alastor began to speak. "Do it. Or we send them all back as corpses to send our message." Forcing another chuckle from Orobas, they turned to Alastor. "Can't say I'm completely opposed to that idea; definitely beats sitting around, waiting to do something while the Three Worlds think they're safe from us. Oh, what I'd give to make those damned Shinigami break. Soon enough, though." They turned to the Shinigami, currently in Alastor's grasp. "Make your choice. I'll personally give you a ten second countdown here in a moment if you don't hurry the hell up."

[Alastor Caedes]

As Alastor stood there holding the head of the poor shinigami man in his hand. He watched Orobas creep the poor man out by showing the extent of their control over the new form they had. "Can't say I'm completely opposed to that idea; definitely beats sitting around, waiting to do something while the Three Worlds think they're safe from us. Oh, what I'd give to make those damned Shinigami break. Soon enough, though." At that Alastor's center forehead eye flipped around and seemed to move in surprise. " Ah yes..... That. I suppose i will need a actual disguise for that won't i?" Alastor turned to Orobas who was, as far as Alaster knew, the resident Skin Stealer expert. 

"Might i take your recommendation for a suitable form to take for that party? Perhaps one of the little shinigami prey we have here?" Alastor, while he had a skin suit for himself. It wasn't quite the right one for such a event as they had planned. Nay Alastor was used to walking around in his gigai that he had stolen. Well he had stolen several just incase they got damaged, but the gigai was his preferred outfit outside of hell. The shinigami man previous struck in horror and confusement at Orobas's neck twist took a deep breath. " What the hell are you talking about?! You damn monsters! " The leader of the hell team of shinigami's roared out. Despite his fear, he knew they could possibly die at the hands of sinners doing this specific job. Hell, Half of the shinigami that he was leading seemed less controlled by their fear as the conversation went. 

" Wouldn't you like to know? " Was all of Alastor's words to respond as he snapped his fingers and five of the shinigami's necks were snapped. Their bodies falling limp on the ground in front of them. " You have yet to choose. There's your final warning. Choose. Or.... Well. How about this? " Alastor quickly snapped his fingers as a lovecraftian Akki with a eel like face appeared grabbing and holding the shinigami man. With the hold on the man shifted, Alastor made his way to a brunette female shinigami with sizable curves. " Seeing as he isn't willing to cooperate. How about you little miss? All you have to do is say it. Say who dies. If not that, then at least a name of someone to live. We are growing bored and trust me. " Alastor forced the woman to look at Orobas. 

" You don't want to see what my companion here can do when they are bored. In fact... lets do it even more simpler, seeing as you shinigami are so stubborn. Male. Or Female. Choose one. " 

The woman looked at Alastor and her eyes darted back to the rest of the female members of the team. " Male. " The woman quickly responded, feeling the tension rise. At the word Alastor grinned and whistled. Each and every sinner holding one of the male shinigami, minus their leader, snapped their necks. Now there was only fifteen members left. All women and their one leader and all were looking at the one woman who just condemned their squadmates. " What are you doing?! Stop giving these monsters the satisfaction! " The Leader yelled out before being gagged by the Akki holding him. " Thank you Angranam. Keep that one quiet. " The Akki only nodded to his order. 

Letting go of the brunette shinigami's face Alastor turned to Orobas. " Well. It seems we finally have a cooperative guest. My patience is thin with these shinigami's so please. Do as you please to them." Immediately Alastor made his way back to his throne, seemingly bored with this scene. " Wait!... Just let her go. " The woman said looking over to a dark blue-ish haired shinigami woman, younger looking than the rest. " You can kill the rest of us, just let her go... " At this Alastor's signature laugh would ring out. " Oooh.... Finally. Full cooperation. " Sitting down in his throne once more covered in the darkness so that only the glow of his eyes was seen. 

" What do you think Orobas? Do we heed that girl's last request? " 

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With a simplistic sigh, Orobas stood from their chair, allowing their hair to fall as some bandages currently keeping them wrapped up neatly began to fall about, displaying a bit more of a skin that appeared very much like that of a human. As they stood into the light, moving ever closer toward the group of Shinigami positioned about in front of them, they expected to elicit some gasps or other silent confirmations amongst the group of women regarding Orobas' current form. For those that were even vaguely familiar with Shinigami politics, Orobas had been currently inhabiting the body of a miss Setsuko Fujikawa, a particularly high-seated member of the tenth squad of the Gotei 13.

Walking up to the younger girl that seemed to speak, Orobas gently placed their hand underneath the girl's chin, and smiled perversely, making sure not to break eye contact with the girl. "Oh, you poor, poor child," they spoke softly, their voice laced with melancholic venoms, "I'm surprised nobody ever informed you about the goings on down here. Unfortunately for you, most don't walk out of here intact, let alone with the honor of having one last wish fulfilled like that. You Shinigami are no different; after all, the lot of you are the reason as to why most of us are down here, accursed with eternal damnation. If I could enact upon you the same daily tortures that we are forced to endure down here, I promise you I most definitely would. Instead, however, I feel a particular fate is a bit more... becoming, of your little squad here."

Gently letting go of the girl, and taking a few short steps back, Orobas simply held their hands behind their back, as their form began to warp and shift about, stating from their feet and ripping all the way up their body, causing clothes to appear from flesh and the general shape of their body to change rather significantly. Instead of the form they had originally possessed, they now stood just a bit taller, and just a bit more filled out. Their hair was kept short, and had taken on a silver hue. Instead of wearing rags, they now possessed a rather ornate, red suit.

"I'll let you know just how things are going to go down from here on out, Shinigami," they said, their pitch and tone of voice shifting to match their new form, "none of you have but a say in what goes on down here. For as long as we're here, the lot of you are going to remain as nothing more than pawns led to an inevitable fate of watching your own people be massacred not only by us, but by yourselves as well. I promise you here and now that you all will be forced to endure but a fraction of the hell that we're damned with down here, and we're going to enjoy every moment of watching your suffering." Holding out their hands, Orobas took a deep breath. With their exhale, and surge of reiatsu released from around them, making itself visible in a deep black wave of spiritual energy leaving their body. To those that had been familiar to Akki, this was Saisei Oni: Primera Etapa.

From underneath their sleeves, swarms upon swarms of mosquitoes began to pour from them, appearing from seemingly nowhere. Very quickly, two thick, dark clouds of bugs buzzing about began to make themselves known, and just as quickly began to cover themselves across the entire area of Shinigami. Through the use of gravitational pressure in order to keep all of these Shinigami subdued, Orobas made quick work of most of these individuals, siphoning out tremendous amounts of reiatsu in mere seconds from these beings, quickly reducing them to nothing more than unconscious messes of Shinigami. In a short span of time, all but one had remained; the same dark-haired girl that had originally requested to spare her supposed friend.

"The ball's in your court, now, Alastor; should we let this girl live? Serve as a messenger for the Shinigami, to alert them of what's to come? Or shall we simply execute her? Perhaps I can show you how to warp your own flesh, grant you that guise you asked for? Naturally, taking this poor child's life will be a necessity on that front, but I leave the choice to you."

[Alastor Caedes]

Ah. The finale. Alastor smiled as he observed Orobas swiftly take control of the situation. He smiled as he watched his comrade shift their own form to that of a old man in a red suit. To be frankly honest, Alastor was quite pleased to see that Orobas still had that red suit memorized. Truly, if anything he knew that Orobas had good taste in fabrics. Just another reason for him to enjoy Orobas's presence over Holika's any time of the eternity. But then the simple question came. After all of the shinigami, except two, were now killed by Orobas's little insectoid friends. Alastor was asked on what he would do with the last female survivor. The Leader, all this time, was struggling against Angranam's physical might. Only muffled sounds of agitation and rage left his hand covered mouth. 

" My dear Orobas, what a good question. To spare the woman or to not spare the woman." The Akki made his way down and stopped next to Orobas with a soft laugh. " Kept the suit i see, good to know someone else besides my own servants have good taste in fabrics. Not unlike that problem child Holika...." Alastor grinned as he then kept moving over to the female shinigami. Snapping his chains. Two of the other sinners held the shinigami womans arms apart. Alastor examined her body first with his eyes, and then again with his claws. Another habit of Alastors really, one that might still frustrate Orobas to this day. The habit of Alastor judging the worth of a body. 

Slowly tracing the dull side of his claws against her form, his eyes rolled back into his head. The female shinigami was left helpless as she whimpered in fear. After a few moments Alastors eyes would roll back into view. His claws taking the female shinigami by the chin. " Hm.... Judging from your curves, skin smoothness, your hairs softness and the slight gleam in your eyes. You were the daughter of a noble in life. Supple and young looking, yet you died a horrendous accident. A horse carriage. Yes. Yes, that explains it. Worthwhile." In one quick motion he moved his claws under her chin and got really close to stare her in the eyes, before cutting her throat with one of his claws. 

As she slowly died, Alastor held the sides of her head. To stare into her eyes as the life slowly leaves them becoming dull as blood pours out from her neck and lips. Alastor bled the body out and his own body shifted into blood that filled the now corpse of the female shinigami. The wound closing up and with a slight tug the two sinners let go of the arms. "Aaah... Miyu Tashiyana. What a interesting form.... Haven't been a woman in centuries~" Alastor had now taken over her form and body. Physically cracking the phones from being so stiff. Alastor quickly undid the shinigami robe and threw it at one of the sinners. " Go make sure these clothes are cleaned. I want no trace of any blood or damage." Standing bare in front of them all as the akki spoke. The other sinners bowed their heads and left. 

" Well, Orobas. What will you do with our last remaining prisoner? Take his face and form id assume?" 

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Watching Alastor make quick work of the Shinigami before him, despite actually drawing the girl's death out quite a bit, Orobas nodded to themselves, watching as they'd known this number all too well. Seemed that every Akki was fairly hellbent on taking some form of other disguise other than their own form. Orobas hadn't the room to judge on that fact, though; they were just as guilty as anyone else, if not more so. They chuckled at the thought as they watched the Akki shift into the body of that same Shinigami he'd just murdered.

"Aaah... Miyu Tashiyana. What an interesting form.... Haven't been a woman in centuries~" Orobas scoffed at the comment. Seemed that Alastor wasn't the most familiar with taking up residence in a body that simply wasn't his. Not that it was of a problem or anything, more so just an observation of the matter. With a soft sigh toward nobody in particular, Orobas held their hand gently against the neck of the Shinigami in front of them, and stared into his eyes with a soft smile. Seemed it was their turn to get the job done.

Forcing flesh around their hand to mutate and jump around, Orobas gripped tighter around the man's neck, watching him struggle to break their grip. That struggle gave them half the thrill that they'd normally gotten from taking the bodies they had the opportunity to snatch from others; actually obtaining the body itself was the other enjoyable fact of the matter. In a few short moments afterward, they'd forced that same flesh that was beginning to mutate around their hand quickly through the Shinigami's neck, smashing through his wind pipe and spinal column. While likely painful for the few seconds that he'd been forced to endure it, it was bound to be excruciating.

Following suit and subsuming the body of the Shinigami, Orobas simply stretched their back, as if they'd just woken up from a rather long nap. Their own variation of a body-stealing ability was ever-so-slightly different than that of which most Akki used; instead of entering a body, Orobas simply shifted their own flesh in order to reshape their body into something new; the same form that Shinigami had not moments ago. As the remainder of the body of the Shinigami began to find itself absorbed by the Akki's hand, Orobas let out a soft sigh, trying to make sure no blood got on their own suit.

Humming to themselves as they began to peer at their new body, Orobas decided to speak once more. "Take his body I shall," Orobas said, their voice much more distinctly masculine than before, "and this might be one that I keep for the wartimes. Feels fitting; I think I'm taking a liking to this form." With a chuckle, Orobas simply walked over to the other Akki, crossing their arms. "Well then, seems that deals with that problem. Now we can get on with business; you know of the talks we've had in the past about making an attack against Soul Society? Well, much as I've assumed you've been doing the same thing, I've been putting a note out there to a few trustworthy folk. That way we can finally get things kick-started."

[Alastor Caedes]

This was the first real time in hundreds of years that Alastor had even used a skin suit. Preferring his actual form or a gigai specifically crafted for him over the cheap skin suits. As the other sinners left, now no longer needed and such dismissed to their other duties. Alastor snapped his finger forming a hellfire mirror to look at this skin suit clearly. Examining themselves in it to get a full detail of the former shinigami's physical prowess. "Slight limp in right leg. Caused from previous wound. Gunna have to remember that." Alastor, despite his hatred for skin suits, was a damn perfect liar and deceiver. Once he knew how someone worked, he could walk into any location and act like he belonged. 

"Well then, seems that deals with that problem. Now we can get on with business; you know of the talks we've had in the past about making an attack against Soul Society? Well, much as I've assumed you've been doing the same thing, I've been putting a note out there to a few trustworthy folks. That way we can finally get things kick-started." Alastor only grinned at the statement his fellow Akki made. Turning with a almost puppet like speed Alastor looked at Orobas. "Yes.... Ah. Yes that." Almost taking in a few minutes to recall such talks. The only downside to being a five-thousand-year-old soul, was your memory was utter shit. "I myself have met with an individual. The Tercera Espada Arcadus. Reminds me of a younger me, but far too... Arrogant. If you ever decide to check in on him, be wary of that. If I wasn't used to dealing with arrogant souls, i would have lost my temper with him."

"Otherwise. I have sent spies for the other groups. As well as started a new little spy network of unwilling spies." The Akki grinned snapping his fingers and showing a crystalized eye. "Once i get more eyes. Then i can set up a network to use enemies as spies without their consent." Alastor's grin formed as he sent the eye back to its little spot. "Speaking of enemies.... What exactly are your plans for Kitai? Having him around for the fight will be useful, but if you have no ideas. Then i have a suggestion. We appear at his shop and offer him a deal. If he declines well... im sure Leviathan would love to know where he is whenever he's back in hell." 

Or if he really annoys them, his shop. Alastor grinned and made his way to his throne. "As well, i've noticed you have decided to mess with a little plant Hason. Let us not forget, we will need someone to replace that problematic overcooked wench. That little Hason will make a good replacement. So, let's not agitate our little pet project, shall we? It's easier to weave loyalties into those you haven't utterly pissed off." A slight warning to his fellow Akki on how to deal with the other sinners. Just because Hason and Saika weren't them, it wouldn't mean they weren't useful or just as capable of being utterly dangerous. The Akki grinned once more and opened a view hellfire screens. 

Displaying the thousands of sinners doing their duties and numerous sinners to be being tortured. Alastor grinned as one screen changed to a section of the Seireitei. "Our Spies have been doing well. Mapping out the locations within the Seireitei while staying undercover." Waving his hand, caused the screen to grow and float over the war table. Shifting to showing parts of the Seireitei being marked. "These are their squad base's. If we hit their medical squad first, we will lower the number of supporters they will have. As well as if we make a specific time to attack their night shift will be exhausted and their day shift will be exhausted from being forced to wake up."

Now was the time to talk about strategies, battle plans, points of interest and targets of interest. Something he knew Orobas would both love to talk about, and was a expert in. 

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As the two continued to talk, Orobas found themselves fiddling with their fingers until a rather interesting few words came about from Alastor. "I myself have met with an individual. The Tercera Espada Arcadus. Reminds me of a younger me, but far too... Arrogant. If you ever decide to check in on him, be wary of that. If I wasn't used to dealing with arrogant souls, I would have lost my temper with him." Orobas found themselves perking up, rather interested in the prospect of another ally. "Hmm..." they started, "I may do just that. Though, some time down the line. At the moment, I don't believe we need an absurd amount of assistance. Though, another hand in the project might be an interesting prospect... I'll have to ponder on it."

"Speaking of enemies.... What exactly are your plans for Kitai? Having him around for the fight will be useful, but if you have no ideas. Then i have a suggestion. We appear at his shop and offer him a deal. If he declines well... im sure Leviathan would love to know where he is whenever he's back in hell." These words hadn't sat the best with Orobas. With a soft sigh, they went on to address the situation at hand. "Honestly? We're not in need of him. He's an uncontrollable rat that seems to think he's multiple steps ahead of others. An unnecessary individual that simply doesn't have a reason to be involved with the plans that we've got ahead of us. If you'd like to, I shan't stop you from simply selling his information to Leviathan once we finish up here." They let out a soft chuckle at the prospect.

As the topic of conversation found itself drifting toward Astrid, Orobas groaned in visible frustration over it all. "As well, i've noticed you have decided to mess with a little plant Hason. Let us not forget, we will need someone to replace that problematic overcooked wench. That little Hason will make a good replacement. So, let's not agitate our little pet project, shall we? It's easier to weave loyalties into those you haven't utterly pissed off." Letting out another soft sigh, Orobas found their head resting in their palm in a matter of seconds over the matter entirely. Astrid was... frustrating, to say the least. She was fun to mess with, experiment with; but it was exactly that.

"She shows..." they drifted off, "...promise. She's certainly an interesting little Pawn in our goal to replace the Bishop we currently have stationed amongst the Legatus. So much so, that she could prove to be rather useful in the time to come. You needn't worry about my agitating her; I don't plan on giving her a tremendous amount of my time after we're done our little excursions. She'll be on her own, and free to do what she pleases. If you'd like to take over afterward, you're more than welcome to."

"Our Spies have been doing well. Mapping out the locations within the Seireitei while staying undercover." Now this was something that Orobas held tremendous stock in. Strategizing was easily their favorite pastime. Something they enjoyed much more than anything else. As Alastor laid out the map in front of them that had been in the making, Orobas chuckled. "These are their squad bases. If we hit their medical squad first, we will lower the number of supporters they will have. As well as if we make a specific time to attack their night shift will be exhausted and their day shift will be exhausted from being forced to wake up."

"Oh, I won't disagree with you at all on that front, Alastor; that's quite an interesting plan. Seems a bit... expected, though? You've made note of the attacks made against Seireitei in the past, correct? They might be a rather interesting point of study." Standing up, Orobas found themselves walking around the room while conversing; a way to keep their mind as clear as possible. "While sure, Seireitei might not be the most heavily-armed place in existence in terms of raw number, the chances of us catching them by surprise just out of virtue of time is... unlikely. Given they've dealt with upwards of five separate attacks in the last decade, we might need to think a bit more... engagingly."

"Assuming they're consistently armed and ready for a fight, the solution is made quite simple; we don't take the fight to them. No, instead, we target the Rukongai district. Overrun the entire area with legions after legions of battle-hungry demons poised to tear through the civilian lives inhabiting the area. Force a distraction, and wear them down from the outside. The Shinigami are protectors, after all; when forced to a decision like that, there's always going to be a level of hesitance. Not all of them will turn and protect civilians, and not all of them will aim to stop us. We wear them thin, without having to do anything ourselves."

[Alastor Caedes]

"I may do just that. Though, sometime down the line. At the moment, I don't believe we need an absurd amount of assistance. Though, another hand in the project might be an interesting prospect... I'll have to ponder on it." Alastor grinned when hearing his companions' words. Arcadus was certainly something interesting, a Arrancar that seeks to become something greater as far as the Akki knew. Yet the arrogance would be the arrancar's downfall or would the arrancar become what he seeks? Alastor simply was curious and wanted to see how far the arrancar would go. Remembering to watch the man closely in the coming times, whether Arcadus wanted it or not. "To be wary of him... if i knew myself in m younger days as well as i did, and the headaches i used to give you back then. He may be a bit... out of your capability of control."

"Honestly? We're not in need of him. He's an uncontrollable rat that seems to think he's multiple steps ahead of others. An unnecessary individual that simply doesn't have a reason to be involved with the plans that we've got ahead of us. If you'd like to, I shan't stop you from simply selling his information to Leviathan once we finish up here." The Akki grinned in the shinigami skinsuit and simply waved a hand. "Silky." Within seconds a floating eyeball with wings manifested in front of the two Legatus's members. Making a small screech noise, that was often how it was acknowledging it summon. "Let Leviathan know that i will be feeding it the live feed of Kitai's travelling patterns with the gates." The little hell creature spun around in the air letting out a noise of conformation and flew off. " Im certain Kitai will have a much more difficult time whenever hes in Hell now." A cruel chuckle left the Akki.

"She shows......promise. She's certainly an interesting little Pawn in our goal to replace the Bishop we currently have stationed amongst the Legatus. So much so, that she could prove to be rather useful in the time to come. You needn't worry about my agitating her; I don't plan on giving her a tremendous amount of my time after we're done our little excursions. She'll be on her own, and free to do what she pleases. If you'd like to take over afterward, you're more than welcome to." Alastor didn't quite agree with Orobas considering Astrid as a pawn. She was closer to that of a Rook. Someone of far more important than a simple pawn, especially when one is nurturing her for her future roll. 

"Astrid has already shown great capability of leadership and understanding. Already even in a weaker state than us, she has proven to be far more useful and skilled than the wench that currently tortures our soldiers for pure fun. All i need to know is whether she's capable of reaching that power level that we require her to be... The Supremus. Besides, i need to prepare a good suit for her. After all if she's going to be joining us, she will be expected to dress the part." Alastor reached over to the bottle of wine that was brought over earlier. "Drink?" Offering his companion, a cup of wine while Alastor poured himself his own drink. After all Astrid was something akin to a daughter to Alastor and he was going to be Damn sure that she meets his own standards. 

"Oh, I won't disagree with you at all on that front, Alastor; that's quite an interesting plan. Seems a bit... expected, though? You've made note of the attacks made against Seireitei in the past, correct? They might be a rather interesting point of study. While sure, Seireitei might not be the most heavily armed place in existence in terms of raw number, the chances of us catching them by surprise just out of virtue of time is... unlikely. Given they've dealt with upwards of five separate attacks in the last decade, we might need to think a bit more... engagingly."

Alastor raised his boney eyebrow at this and simply sipped his drink as he listened. This was the main reason why Alastor trusted Orobas's strategic skills, far more advanced than what Alastor would employ. Yet as the Akki sat there and listened, he simply grinned as his companion continued to talk. "Assuming they're consistently armed and ready for a fight, the solution is made quite simple; we don't take the fight to them. No, instead, we target the Rukongai district. Overrun the entire area with legions after legions of battle-hungry demons poised to tear through the civilian lives inhabiting the area. Force a distraction and wear them down from the outside. The Shinigami are protectors, after all; when forced to a decision like that, there's always going to be a level of hesitance. Not all of them will turn and protect civilians, and not all of them will aim to stop us. We wear them thin, without having to do anything ourselves." 

The only response Orobas got was Alastor's signature laugh. As he was finding this plan to be far more sadistically enjoyable. " I see, i see. This is the most enjoyable plan I've heard in quite some time. All while they murder each other, or well at least the worthless mooks of their army will. Our legions and the shinigami soldiers causing havoc. I approve of this plan incredibly. Force the Shinigami to split their forces while we tear through whoever dares grace our presence in the fields of battle. All while our Legions terrorize and kidnap souls to further our own army. Even if we only get 25% percent of the Rukongai's population, that's still a noteworthy number of souls to add. " 

Alastor grinned as he by then finished his drink, staring at the map. "Well then Orobas, i believe our plans are complete for now. As a member of the Legatus, i authorize this with you. Holika can deal with her opinion being ignored. Shall we have some fun Orobas? And maybe claim a few captain souls or vice captains while we are at it."

[Kitai Yoru]

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