Snekin' Around (JT)

[Guerrero Manipuladora]

The underground of Las Noches for most was a relatively safe place so long as they were vigilant and far from the senses of those more sinister predators. Guerrero was one of those. Often she hid beneath the sands or within the depths of darkness to strike out against her foes. For she was but a snake. A weak snake, but a snake all the same. For the Adjuchas class of Hollow, she was quite possibly one of the weakest of her kind out there, and also possibly the most cowardly. Not that this bothered her.

For she didn't mind being in the confines of her snakely form. She didn't desire power, or great authority, or any of those things. When she first started off on her quest as a Hollow, she had lacked arms and legs. Now she had both, and she was incredibly grateful to have such things now. What Guerrero desired most of all was the notion or idea of being human. If she could accomplish that, then she'd be pleased. She'd live modestly, honestly, and goodly. Perhaps if she'd had a husband or some lover to share her time with?

That too would be a welcome addition. She took the liberty to traverse the underground with her claw like legs, her body slunk down into the ground as to make as little movement as possible. She'd found herself sending forth her forked tongue, feeling the subtle differences in the temperature, before she'd leaped upwards into the air, clamping her fangs down upon a Hollow that had lingered along the rooftop ceiling. With a chomp, she channels her acid like breath, as she sought to shut it up swiftly.

Before she brought it down into her mouth, chewed a few silent crunches ,and then swallowed. It was this general repeating process for her. However, she had been very pleased as of recently with a few finds from the world of the living that she'd brought with her. Until she looked out and saw what she was for certain was a person? A human? Here in Las Noches? She wasn't like the masked ones, the Arrancar. And she certainly didn't seem like a Shinigami. She had to be human wasn't she?!   

Slowly, she made her approach. Fitting in will within the shadows. "Hello~" She calls out. Guerrero might have looked a bit like a terrifying monstrosity to say the least, with sharp fangs, a protruded mask with multiple holes along the side of the nose, and big yellow eyes that shined as brightly as amber. "Can you see me?" She asks, slightly coiling her body inward along herself as she stares rather intently upon her. Not that she could blink considering her lack of eyelids, but still! 

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1 Class 8 Hollow Consumed

[Mirim Frost]

NOT ALL HUMANS ARE HOLLOWED, BUT ALL HOLLOWS WERE ONCE HUMAN.

Mirim sat down roughly on her makeshift seat, the corpse of a hulking hollow recently deceased. Her red eye would fade back into a white, neutral hue, her heartbeat returning to normal. her hoody was drenched in blood and sweat, but she didn't care. She didn't mind the slight tingle of the hollow's touch against her flesh, nor the bitter taste of their flesh. Her eye turned towards her friend, Spike, the hollow wolf and smiled sweetly. She couldn't have survived this long without hollows like him who took and interest in her developement and survival.

To hollows like them, they may see her as a friend or perhaps an oppurtunity to gain in strength, but to most she was just another meal until her hands reaches their flesh. Though weakened, her physical might can hold her own against most mundane hollows. With Spike, she could reliably survive a few stronger foes. In return, Spike would get a bigger share of the meal. Their friendship was a win-win for them both. Their victory ritual was simple, she'd pick out a part of the body of the slain hollow and rip it off and present it to him, and he'd decide if it was worth eating the rest and determining if it was safe for Mirim to eat, givin her human nature.

In this case she chose the arm, a rather meaty appendage as big as she was tall. it was tough getting it removed, she had to have Spike help remove it. Like a ravenous beast he'd tear into it, ripping muscle and flesh from pale bone, quite making a mess of it. As he had his meal she'd speak softly to him. "Stay strong, do not lose hope," she'd start, her voice soft and soothing, though not quite singing. She couldn't formulate her own words, but can use the words of others to convey her message. "Even when you have precious little time."

 "For when the Human dies, it is never truly dead, but one step closer to hollowing."The dog's aggressive devouring would slow at her words, "Not all Humans are Hollowed, but all Hollows were once Human" She spoke the words of a old dying adjuchas she discovered in the forest of menos, in a cave she stowed herself for safety. It had been half eaten and nothing could be done. Seeing Mirim, it'd bestow upon her its final words.

Spike's  head rose as if sensing something approach. As the Curious snake hollow loomed over her, Spike would growl, his crimson eyes murderous, its fangs displaying themselves in warning. Mirim glanced up, her left eye now displaying a light shade of yellow. There was an aura of hope in her words and thus her mind shifted to feel that emotion in its entirety, just as the emotion of bloodlust filled her moments prior, allowing her to kill the hollow she lounged upon.

She'd smile at the new creature and motioned at the legs, the other hand resting and scritching at Spike's head, easing him and returning him to his meal. She'd nod in response to her question. "Am human, yes." She could indeed see the snake burning its eyes down upon her. "Eat?", she'd inquire, motioning to the legs of the fallen hollow she lounged upon.

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2

Rank: 1



Stats

STR 100 [67]

SPD 50 [34]

RS 25 [17]

SPR 50 [34]

INS 50 [34]

SEN 50 [34]

ES 0



LIGHT 50

DARK 50

HE: 0

SP 325/1600



Skills

Street Fighting 1

Pain Tolerance 1

Battle Focus 1

Focused Eye 1

Anti-Stealth 1

Acrobatics 1

SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU

NOW PLAYING

Memories of Fallen Hollows.

[Guerrero Manipuladora]

Guerrero looked on with an almost morbid interest upon listening to Mirim speak. She had a small friend even! How wonderful! Guerrero gave a big, wide smile, which honestly might have looked a little intimidating. Considering it looked as if she was baring fangs that showed a mouthful of gaping razer teeth and a forked tongue. "You would offer to share with me your food?" She asks, slowly looking down with a bemused tone,

"How awfully generous. Thank you. I think I will~" Slowly, she lowers her head, and nuzzles the legs, before consuming it whole. Her jaw unhinges as she swallows and devours it. Before she slowly struts around herself in a circle, before looking towards Mirim with an utmost fascination. "You must be a long way from home..." She says kindly, in a sweet, almost motherly sort of way. Concerned and soft.

"Might I offer you a way back?...Or. If not that. At least a bite to eat. Since you were so kind to share with me." She proceeded to reach one of her talons, scraping along the side of her pouch to open her scales like a metaphorical bag. Underneath, she proceeds to fish around with some clumsiness, before offering her...A white box. As well as then what seemed to be a cold can. That when looked at was a can of coffee.

"It's donuts and pastries. They're all so good! I got them from a wonderfully quaint little tea shop that was unoccupied at the time. Guohaha!" She laughs almost goofily. Her wings outstretch, showing their long and leathery texture to show that she had numerous little pockets. Pockets of which she kept many treasures, food stuffs, and other things. Before she slowly looks into a pouch and slowly pulls forth a small ball shaped Hollow. Of which she drops for the dog like being. Before she takes a mouse shaped Hollow for herself from there. Food on the road.

"If you'd like. I'd love to bring you to my home. Much safer and comfortable than here. If you'd like?~" She offers, proceeding to swallow her prey, slurping the thing up and its tail like a noodle. Popping it in as she was so glad to have a human that could see her that didn't want to kill her! Erh! Right away! It meant that she could have a friend! It'd been a while since she'd had one of those. Other than Rocko that was. Hrm. Hrm. Most curious indeed! She was feeling lonely after all.

"If you're feeling tired. I could give you a ride." She offers? Slowly laying down along the ground, stretching her neck. Perhaps Mirim would like to grasp her horns for leverage. She could walk them some distance. Maybe they could fly a short bit. All the same? The snake was happy to oblige and provide some comfort for this seeming tired and weary traveler. She seemed like a wonderful person.

"My name is Guerrero. Guerrero Manipuladora!...Erh. But perhaps that is a bit hard to say. Some people find it easier to call me Guacamole. Or Dora. Yes. Yes indeed. Dora the Explora~ Hhmhm!" She giggles softly to herself, patting her left claw along the ground repeatedly as if she'd told a funny joke or pun. Hopefully she was making a great first impression. 

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2 Class 8 Hollows consumed. 

[Mirim Frost]

Funny Hollow Snake!~♥

Never had Mirim ever met such a talkative hollow. She had met and spoken to many on death's door, but that was a different kind of conversation. The mind does weird things when it's dying after all, but this, this was just madness. This giant snake seemed to genuinely be interested in Mirim's presence.  "I uhh..", she'd start, trying to get a complete thought out only for the snake to continue talking

     The snake was so enamored by Mirim's presence it start to strut her stuff so to speak. She offered her food, showed off more of her elegant form, outstretched her wings, and offered her not only a place safe to sleep, but transportation to that place and that it'd be cozy. Now then, tone means everything. The bright, cheery voice she exhibited seemed quite innocent and cheery, but another tone would have a different effect.

 The same words and efforts could be used to get in her pants while another would be used by one trying to lure Mirim into their stomach. She'd relax and collect herself, and laughed for the first time since she arrived here. Spike looked up at her confused before turning to glare at the snake-woman-hollow. Spike wasn't amused, but Mirim was ok with this talk, potentially with even going with the stranger. Spike didn't like it one bit!

Spike began pacing, never getting too close to Dora, but never losing his gaze on her. The wolf growled and huffed, pacing to and fro in a predatory manner, flashing the "U-94" stenciling into his flank. Mirim had always trusted Spike's instinct, for it had kept her alive thus far, but they had yet to meet a hollow steeped in trickery. "I dont know.", she'd think aloud on Dora's proposition, careful on her own tone not to give the snake the wrong idea.


Mirim layed back over what remained the hollow corpse's chest and looked over Dora. There was something odd and off about her positivity, but she couldn't put a finger one it. She wasn't really that smart and it hurt to delve into any thought for long, which is why she relied so much on Spike's instincts. Spike only had a feeling, but not enought to justify attacking the bigger hollow. Maybe they were trustworthy?

    She continued to look over the giant snake's figure, eyes flicking from wing to wing, to each piece of this collection. Her eye widened, a bit taken aback by her goofy demeanor, but it'd do its job and break the ice, so to speak. Mirim's eyes narrowed and she'd crack a smile, laughing once again. "Funny snake, Dora~", she'd hum, kicking her legs out gently from her raised seat.

 "Spike is cautious,", she'd explain, motioning at the big wolf-hollow that continued to pace back and forth. "dislike snake, Dora", she'd continue, adhering to the limits of her speech to attempt to convey her concerns. "Dora eat Frosty", she'd continue, concentrating rather hard on adhering to the strange limitations of her speach. "Spike will prevent."

 Many hollows were good people, but the hunger made things difficult at times. Spike was much stronger than Mirim, but stayed at her side and protected her rather possessively. He'd listen to her word and do what she said. At the end of the day, a spiritually aware human that couldn't do much on her own was great bait and brought in heaps of food for Spike.

 It all came down to hunger and fulfilling it with hollows, so what was Dora's Shtick? 'Manipuladora', was she to 'Manipulate' Mirim? There was an odd curiosity there. Mirim would learn how this one operates and who knows, maybe she'd have enough value as a 'Friend' to avoid being eaten? "I am Mirim", she'd introduce herself, hopping up from the thick corps and dusting herself off.

    She'd give a rather stiff courtesy in greeting and rested her hand on Spike's head, stopping his pacing. "Mirim Frost, human", she'd state, her eyes shifting from the yellow before a a peaceful blue. Her heart was calm and her body relaxed. Though the yellow was not one of which to be worried, there was minor risk to that color, less so with blue. "Bathe there?", she'd ask, glancing down at herself at the acidic blood kissing her clothes and body. 

 "I stink", she'd huff, sniffing at her hoody. Overcome with a bit of disgust her eye would shift to a bright, sickly green. She must not have bathed in weeks! hard to do so when trying to figure out life here in Los Noches.

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{Spoiler}{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2

Rank: 1



Stats

STR 100 [67]

SPD 50 [34]

RS 25 [17]

SPR 50 [34]

INS 50 [34]

SEN 50 [34]

ES 0



LIGHT 50

DARK 50

HE: 0

SP 325/1600



Skills

Street Fighting 1

Pain Tolerance 1

Battle Focus 1

Focused Eye 1

Anti-Stealth 1

Acrobatics 1

SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU

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Inner Thoughts

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[Guerrero Manipuladora]

The snake Hollow listened carefully to the words of Mirim, trying to understand her broken speech. Only for her to then understand. She was worried she was going to eat her?! "Oh no! No! No! My dear! I would never think of eating a fellow human being! Especially one as precious as you!" She instinctively reaches forth and pinches the girl along the cheek. She is as so grateful in fact that a fellow human could see her purgatory soul. She was glad to be able to potentially do a good deed and help another. It was within her nature, and the girl before her seemed so sweet with her little dog!

"Cross my heart and hope to die. I promise that I won't harm you at all darling. Or Spike can smack me on the snout." She declares almost lovingly. From the way she spoke, it was like a toddler, and that was oddly endearing for her. It made her feel as if she needed to help. It reminded her perhaps of the Wizard of Oz. The girl that ran about with her dog Todo in a strange and volatile land. Hrm. Perhaps this world was more like Fallout than it was that. But still!

"Of course sweetie. Mirim. I'll take you to a nice place. Where you can eat safely and wash yourself. And get a warm sunny place to sleep." Her voice radiated kindness, and she sounded most genuine as she looks out across the horizon. She offered herself as a mount to ride once again, and if mounted upon? She would slowly flap her wings, running along, until she finds herself before the night sky. Then she soars to the heavens. Before her leathery wings carry the wind before them. 

"I can show you the woooorld. Sandy, dayless, and dangerous. I can give you a brand new perspective. From dragonback you ride. A whoooole neeeew woooorld! So many fantastic things to see! There's a Menos Grande there! And parastic hollow pairs. Of leeches never ending! A whole new world with you! A whole new woooorld with!~" She pauses as she opens an Ulcera, sucking her into and her new friend into the Garganta realm. Until eventually, they fly in an endless dark void of space. Where before them, there lay...dozens of Menos Grande, wandering through this void. Howling. She could probably see one chomping on another's skull, and tackling it to the earth.

"So let me share this brand new woooorld with youuuu!" She sings, most of her words probably blotted by the visceral growls of their consumption. Before they appear in a wonderful little island coastline. With bright shining water, beautiful sycamore, oaks, and birch trees, and a sunny disposition. "Mrhm!~ Welcome to Jeju Island. They say it belongs to these wonderful A-si-an people. Called the Koreans! Isn't this place lovely and so quaint?!" 

[Mirim Frost]

Hay, way up, She Rises!

Mirim didn't know what to think about Dora the Snake. On one hand she seemed pleasant enough, but on the other hand she was entirely different from any other encounter she had with Hollowkind. Derpy and brimming with positivity, the snake had every oppurtunity to swallow her up. With a contagious personality like this, Mirim could not manage to keep her guard up, allowing the snake to pinch at her cheek.

The shortstack woman puffed up her cheek and furrowed her brow in mild annoyance. "Not child", she'd reply, gently pushing the lil pushed the appendage away. Though not hostile and on her guard, she couldn't admit that they were friendly enough quite yet. The suspicions still kept swimming in her mind. The promise though would help, reminding her that Spike was quite strong. Though she couldn't quite gage his upper limits, she knew he was strong enough to at least get her away if need be. She'd release a sigh of relief.

Additionally the snake would promise a bit of traveling. Mirim would half expect Dora to garganta them away. Short, sweet, and to the point. What she wasn't expecting and surely wasn't ready for was the abrupt sprouting of her wings and the initial take off. She'd yelp and cling to the snake's body, Spike having a harder time than her in this regard. She was fast but soon she'd settle on a cruising altitude allowing her to look down at the forest of menos below.

Speaking of not expecting the unexpectable, The snake would begin to sing. The altered lyrics similar to how Mirim sings. She'd join in but would remain silent and content in bobbing her head side to side, clearly enjoying the ride. The snake seemed well practiced, a welcome repose from the wails and cries often heard in these lands. Though she did have her mp3 player to get her fix, hearing music in person from a living artist was much more pleasing to the ears. "You sing well!", she'd comment, bumping her knuckles into the scales lining her back.

Soon they'd be sucked into a garganta, the visage of the sandy dunes below giving way to a black void. Not long after that they would slip back into something more pleasing to the eye. Her eyes widened and felt her body act on its own. She'd climb up Dora's body, plopping herself atop her head to get a better look. "Wooaaa", she'd exclaim, her mouth open in wonder. She'd never seen such a thing, waters so blue. She'd feel the ocean breese brush over her face, cooling her pale cold body off from the unblocked sun beaming down atop her.

"It's so pretty!", she'd hum, her eye shifting to a gentle shade of pink, clearly falling in love with this artistic view. She'd see the waves softly caress the beeches, the waters sparking as they reflected and refracted the light. Excited, she'd begin drumming to the pace set by the waves, head bobbing too and fro. "Way, hay up, she rises. Way, hay up, she rises. Way, hay up, she rises. What will I do with a drunken hollow?" she'd begin chanting, her hands patting and tapping away atop the hollow's skull.

"What will I do with a drunken hollow, early in the morning. Shave her scales with a rusty razor, shave her scales with a rusty razor, shave her scales with a rusty razor, early in the mornin'!~." She'd pause to let out a laugh, bringing out a confused and concerned look from the wolfy. He'd shake his head grumpily and droop his head off the snake's body, eyes fixated on the ocean below.

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{Spoiler}{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2



Rank: 1







Stats



STR 100 [67]



SPD 50 [34]



RS 25 [17]



SPR 50 [34]



INS 50 [34]



SEN 50 [34]



ES 0







LIGHT 50



DARK 50



HE: 0



SP 325/1600



Skills



Street Fighting 1



Pain Tolerance 1



Battle Focus 1



Focused Eye 1



Anti-Stealth 1



Acrobatics 1



SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU



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Sea Shanties

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[Guerrero Manipuladora]

The compliment was very well taken. "Oh, you're so sweet dear!~" She declares, and when she listens to Mirim sing herself, she'd listened to the melody. Was that what a sea shanty sounded like? Oh! How wonderfully drab! She didn't imagine the sailors of Britanny, Brabant, nor Champagne singing any of those tunes. Perhaps a song of the English or the pirates on the high seas? She wasn't sure, but she swayed her tail lightly to the melody. Enjoying the moment. Taking the liberty to look out towards the ocean? She'd roll and coil about the sand, making a small divot of which to rest in.

Though took into consideration her newfound friend. "Oh dear? Please do fetch some wood from the beach if you would." A potential task of burden and strain depending on how strong Mirim might be. She exclaims, and assuming she did so, Guerrero would fetch forth a few stones of which to rest in a circle, resting the wood inside? Guerrero would open her mouth, and lean forward. A crimson energy forming along the base of her teeth; as she uses it to heat the wood. Then cause it to lightly burst into flames. Her head immediately rising out of instinct. 

Guerrero would leave then Mirin to her own devices for a moment, running off, and outstretching her dark wings, as she rises and flies off into the waters. Sinking like a missile below the depths at a very high speed, so much so that she might blur from vision. Where she'd not reappear for some time. Why? One might wonder? Eventually, Guerrero would return from the depths. Appearing before Mirim with a couple of fish. Pike mackeral, as well as an odd squid, and a few oysters of which she'd bring out from the pockets of her scales. Though inside her mouth was something more monstrous. 

A masked creature that looked much like a seagull in appearance. A fellow rival she'd met. Besides Guerrero was hungry. Well. A Hollow was always hungry of course, but she'd had the mental capacity to sate that hunger and discipline herself to the point where it did not make her mindless. Not unless she'd not eaten in a fairly large amount of time. Depositing these small treasures delicately to the Mirim before her, she'd rip off a small leg of the bird and grant it to Spike. Before gobbling the rest of the bird herself in a single gulp. "Daresay."

"Is this what being the Conquistadors were like? Here we are. Living off the coast of one of the islands in the Philippines. Living the dream life. No?" She asks most curious on what Mirim knew of the world, and perhaps the stories she herself held, though realized that the speech problem might prove to be difficult in orating. "Here we are, sitting around a fire. Like good friends; sharing a meal." She proclaims, happy to have such friendly company. 

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1 Class 8 Hollow Consumed.

Total CTP Garnered: 200