No more leashes [DE PvP][Connor Vs Marik]

[Maria Ashwin]

Just  A  BOY   Trying   TO  SLEEP S o  l  e a v e  me   B e  20 paragraphs x2 Christmas Bonus Burning my Rizer 50% social bonus

1) The light sound of mariks heels echoed through the hallowed halls of las noches as he walked , the echo itself a reminder of how alone he was in this moment. With arcadus and astrid's departure he found himself aimlessly wandering the vast halls far more than one would consider to healthy.

(2) The other espada either dead or having defected , even the privaron espada's had fled from this place all that remained was himself , rio and lagos and the mysterious decima espada Cain. 'no suprise rio survives the test of time , and that lagos woman who made that kazu boy a vizard...' he would paus mulling her over.

(3) 'and then there is him...the pale wordless devil who never leaves his palace' the mere thought of cain was a bone chilling one , no emotions could ever be seen on the espadas face. Marik was one to mask his emotions but never could he do as cain did for lacking of better words the man was like a machine.

(4) He felt nothing coming off the man in the ways of spiritual pressure , it was as if the man was just....wrong. No living being could mask thier presence this well , nor could one mask their emotions to such that high a degree as well. 'that thing whatever he is....is on a level comparable to kohai himself and yet he serves' he would think to himself.

(5) The neon green-haired Arrancar would sigh taking his head between his hands and clutching his skull in frustration as a migraine formed, when had things become so damn difficult? things where easier when he was just some random low class hollow trying to get his next meal now he had to contend with politics and being kohai's boot lick.

(6) all these serpents and fools with daggers poised at his back , he couldnt be bothered with the twisting winding politics of las noches anymore. He needed to focus on his own people and his own duties , through his actions he would better las noches , perfect it and mold it. "im bored....one of my servants can deal with this" he would mumble standing from his desk.

(7) With purpose in his stride he would he would make his way around his desk and head for his office door , a feeling he hadn't felt in ages washed over him it was...relief. Finally shrugging off his duties even if for a time he would relish it , in his persuit to make things better he had forgotten the core of his own principles.

(8) Leaving his office he would stride through the halls of his pallace pulling out his soul phone dialing up his guard captain , holding his ear up to the phone as it rang. by the third ring he would hear a click as he began to speak "hello lord marik how may i be of assistance on this evening?" the man asked his tone proper and sounding cheerful and willing to be of service.

(9) "ready a small hunting party , with the espada's rank's open we need to find strong hollows to fill them" what marik said was true despite kohai's immense power the espada where the means that secured his firm grip on las noches without them , it was simply a matter of how long he could hold out before outside forces brought his house of cards down around him.

(10) the man on the other side of the phone was silent for a while and responded with a question "how many will you need my lord?" a reasonable question one that left marik silent for a moment , 'does it really matter....i'll need as many men as possible but i cant risk depleeting more forces to greatly..' he would ponder this for a few moments before he would respond to the man.

(11) "ten bring me ten recruits , tell them we are seeking a vasto lordez , they have strict orders to purge as many hollows as they can" which sounded counter productive to the purpose of this offensive , but in truth marik wanted to thin the heard so to speak and find a hollow worth his time. Provided he found it he would bring them before kohai as a prize and as the newest edition to the espada.

(12) "we will be mobilized in one hour sir where will we rendavu?" he would question a hint of excitement in his voice , after all why wouldn't he be its not everyday you get to showcase your skills before an espada and not be the one challenging him. maybe this was his chance to earn a spot withing the espada or atleast that was his line of thinking.

(13) "the canopy of las noches , give me an our" he would say just before he clicked the 'end call' button shutting the phone off with a sigh. 'ok lets go get this shit over with i could use the excersise' the neone green haired espada though to himself as he walked. Hooking a left he would come face to face to with a door with a big black number "1" on it.

(14) pushing his personal quarters door open he would be greeted with the sight of black polished marble floors , two mahogny thrones sat infront of a fireplace. One of the few things he kept from the orignal palace after he destroyed the thing , walking into his abode he would head to his room and begin shedding his clothes and suit up for the excursion ahead.

-=one hour late=-

(15) six loan shoot stars would blister thier way across the night sky of hueco mundo , five arrancar and one espada leading the pack. Marik would huff as his hair wiped about as they all flew , his eyes scanning the landscape for any exit holes that had been blasted in the canopy of the menos forest. it would save him time and energy on the matter of making a hole himself.

(16) After a few minutes he would stop flying coming upon a rather sizable hole in the ground , thousands of hollows where down below slaughtering each other in a feeding frenzy. An iodea of disgust rose in mariks soul as he saw the lesser hollows. 'unciviled and fighting without skill or passion just idle blood lust'

(17) marik would raise his hand and close his hand forming a fist a silent command to wipe them out , with that one gesture the entire area was bathed in a bright deep vibrant crimson light. the five arrancar would all begin charging thier cero's. the air itself trembling as they all fired in unison down upon the savages below , the wind pressure ruffling marik's hair and clothes.

(18) The five ceros would coaless into a massive beam of destruction coliding with the dunes displacing a massive amount of sand as it crashed down upon the earth , marik would raise his left arm guarding his eyes as a shockwave carrying sands blasted by him. "well you boys sure know how to make an entrance" he would say caoughing slightly sand getting in his mouth.

(19) to say the least he was rather impressed it was amazing what two or more arrancar could do when they banned together , sadly he would never see that might actualized outside his own forces. After all in a system that values those of indavidual strength who would truly wish to say they could attest their might to another being?

(20) The party would slowly descend into the now gaping hole in the menos forest canopy having let the sand a debris settle , any hollows that weren't outright vaporized where now fading away. As mariks foot made contact with the stone floor of the menos forest he would take a moment to survey his surroundings before he just began walking twoard the edge of the crater "spread out and have fun" where his only orders , What followed was the sound of sonido and then silence.

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{Stats}Strength: 200->[200]
Speed: 400->[1200]

Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400->[500]->[1500]

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200->[300]->[150]

Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 400

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{Items on Hand}R-Siphon (Class 1)
Copycat-tatoo (Class 1)
Burden (Class 1)
Rat Bullets (x10)
Beat Stick x2 (Class 1)

1 (1200->1300):
Corrosive E.(100)
Release E. (N/A)

2 (1200->1200):
Release E. (N/A)

A Propper Uniform (Class 1)
Bionic Voice Implant (Class 1)
Gonzo Tart (x2)
Taro Card: Chariot (class 1)
Decoy Zan (Class 1)
IP: 1100

Artificial Zanpukto (class 1)

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[Connor Greaves]

A body fell from the air, flopping to the ground in an undignified heap. It looked to be a man, or at least what remained of one. His skin was melting from the bone, flesh rotting into a viscous purple ooze. It splattered against the sands of Hueco Mundo, letting out an evil hiss as it touched the desert. It looked to be that the entirety of his left half was reduced to bone, with scraps of flesh and cloth barely clinging to the remains. Still the man did groan, still the man did live. It was not a sight for the faint of heart.

Nor was the sight of him standing up. A mask covered half his face, a demented grin and a melting eye socket stared out into the dunes. The boney hand of the man palmed his face, leaving a black smear on the mask. He groaned again, a sign of obvious pain. Yet there was nothing he could do. His remaining eye stared blankly, not looking at anything. There was no one home, in a manner of speaking. Not a single thought behind his empty gaze. What made a person, a person? There was no more relevant a time than now to ask such a question.

The Id, the Ego, and the Super Ego. In no race were these three states of mind more apparent than in the Soul Reaper, doubly so for Vizards. The Ego and the Super Ego were off somewhere, deep inside the core of their being, fighting it out to see which one would remain on top. Meanwhile, the Id had been left alone with the keys, in a body that was succumbing to something insidious. The body of a being on the crossroads of growing stronger, or undergoing a metamorphosis, the likes of which would render him dead and forgotten.

The man tried to stand up, grasping at the sand, heart racing. Everything was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong! He was manic, erratic, his head whipped to and fro, frantically searching for something he was missing. There! He spotted it. Like a maddened dog, he scrambled over towards something. It was a sword, or it was if you squinted hard enough. In truth, it looked more like an oversized mouth with a handle. It had a triangular shape, but it was wrong. It was made of flesh and blood and teeth, so many teeth. A blackish purple substance was leaking from between them, pooling on the ground, turning the sand into mud.

That said, it was his. It was his! No matter who won, this was his weapon! He reached out, fingers touching the hilt- And then there was an explosion. Burning, pain, agony, he screeched in pain, as the two started to fall. Further and further the fell, the chasm looked infinite, an endless darkness that surrounded him in all directions. The sand that came with him was the only indicator of distance for the man. He was screaming, he was thrashing, and he was doing his best to fall towards his one lifeline. His sword. His Bankai.

He could feel his body begin to rapidly dissolve, further and further down. His entire upper body was bone now, with the mask revealing itself to be his skull itself. He fell for a minute before slamming into the sands below, barely cushioning his fall. His body was stronger, but there was only so much that could do against terminal velocity. None of those thoughts even crossed the mind of the man, groaning once again. It wanted to stay there, on the stable ground, but he was not afforded that. His were not the only screams in this pit.

All around him were hollows. Masked monstrosities, abominations hungry for any souls unfortunate to cross their path. Connor was one such soul. His eye widened in shock and fear, as a giant centipede clamped its human jaws onto his torso. Connor screamed in pain, but the bug screamed harder. The head of the beast detonated from the raw cutback, erupting in a familiar purple liquid. The quickly mutating Soul Reaper sprung to his feet, the danger preventing him from trying to relax.

He was surrounded, roaring beasts on all sides. His sword was missing. Where was it?! He raised his head to the sky, roaring out to the crowd in challenge. The beasts went silent, mindless as he was, they were cowed to his rage. Then screaming could be heard from behind him. He spun around, seeing one unfortunate hollow stepping on his blade. He moved like a bolt of lighting, slamming his fist into the mask of the fool that dared touch it. The pulse of poison had already rolled over it, and would soon claim its toll.

Connor palmed the hilt of the weapon in his hand. Finally, it was back! Then he could feel it. The echoes of the battle taking place in his mind, filling him with a fervor of battle that was not his, in a sense. He roared out once again, clutching his head as the bloodlust took over. Before he could take out his aggression on the hollows around him, beams of energy lanced through the crowd of ghosts. Connor was blown back, burnt and seared once again.

Connor was the only being left in a field of corpses, standing with his sword planted in the ground. Any clothing he once had was now gone, revealing him to be but a walking skeleton. In between his ribs was a brown card, revealing a picture of the man he once was, hanged upside down by his foot. That man was gone, off fighting his inner demons, while his outer one was left for the world to witness. He screamed to stave off the silence, screamed in pain from the ceros, and screamed in rebellion to the ones who not yet knew they were dead men walking.

He raised the sword, light as a feather in his hands, before slamming it down against the ground. A pulse of purple flashed by, a puddle of poison pooling at his feet. He took a step, feet sloshing against the vile waters. The corpses of the hollows no longer started to fade. No, the corpses, burnt and charred, flash fried in an instant, started to take form once more. He let out a three tone cry, repeating it like a chant. It was as slow as it was fast, but the bodies started chanting it with him.

The hollows were restored, given unlife against their will. And they hated it. They screamed in pain, writhed against the ground in agony, forced to bare witness to all the torture that their resurrection made them into. Connor raised his blade once more, before pointing it towards the group of Arrancar that had dared injure him. They screamed a shrill cry, before the reborn giants stampeded to the foe of their master. Each had been remade into a giant version of the animal that their hollow form was, each forty feet in height. Each with durability equal to twice the os of Connor and his Bankai.

Luckily for Marik, not that Connor knew or cared for the name, the hollows were only as strong as they were when they still lived, their newfound durability aside. Each stomp, each footfall, spread the purple poison that leaked from the sword. The ground turned muddy, slowly mutating the very earth they trampled upon. Given time, these lands would belong to Connor, the world becoming his domain. The longer he fought, the less of a chance the damage could be undone. Only time would tell if Hueco Mundo would belong to Connor by the end of the day.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength- 200 x2 [400]
Speed- 400 x2 [800]
Reiatsu Strength- 100 x2 [200]
Spiritual Pressure- (400+200%) 1,200 x2 [2,400]
Senses- 100 x2 [200]
Instinct- 400 x2 [800]
Energy Sensory- 200 x2 [400]


Strength of Will- 4
Weapons: Swords- 2
Street Fighting- 2
Acting- 2
Disguise- 2
Crafting- 2
Pain Tolerance - 2

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{Tarot Card 12}
Name: Tarot Card 12
Description: Tarot Card 12, otherwise known as The Hanged Man, is a large brown card, four and three quarter inches in length, by two and three quarters inches in width. This card is made of a thicker material, feeling almost metallic in texture.
Class: 1
Item Type: Combat
Item Power (IP): 1,000
Offense Type: N/A
Durability: 3x IP

Bonuses: The Hanged Man represents a need for change, to force ones self to progress forward, regardless of the consequences. This item, while activated upright, doubles the post count of all things within fifty feet of the item. Every post counts as two in terms of post counts. Release durations tick by twice as fast, effects that count down move twice as fast, and charge up techniques or abilities charge up at double speed. In any instance where something would count a post towards an end, it would instead count as if it were two posts. For better or for worse, this affects everything in the given area. If a reiatsu cost or any similar downside is tied to maintaining a technique or effect, it would cost twice as much. Damaging effects double as well. This effect costs 250 reiatsu per post, and is immune to the doubling effect.

While activated upside down, the reverse happens. The user stalls everything in the area stated above. Any post counts are suspended, halting at the post count which this is activated. Any per post reiatsu costs are paused after the first post, any physical damage from maintaining techniques only suffer the damage they would take on the first post, as well as any other drawback in a similar vein. Release durations do not progress, and are stopped while this is active, and any damage over time effect does not progress past the initial post. This costs 500 reiatsu per post, and is immune to the above effect.

This item can be used at any class, and will match the user's class, up to class 1. Loses 200 IP for every class below class 1 that the user is.

Drawbacks: Once activated, the effect cannot be stopped for five posts. Each effect can only be used once per thread, or twenty four hours in adventures. The owner of this item cannot use or possess any other Tarot items or techniques.

Cost: 50,000
Crafting Skills: 4 in Crafting
Donated to Urahara's: Commissioned by Connor]

[Maria Ashwin]

Just  A  BOY   Trying   TO  SLEEP S o  l  e a v e  me   B e  20 paragraphs

1) As the surrounding area was bathed in a bright blood red hue , Marik would look down upon the raging hollows with disdain. His orders given the cero would fall upon the uncouth savages like hellfire their lives consumed in a flash of red light. Or so neon green haired espada would think.

(2) All this time he had grown complacent and slothful in his position as primera , allowing his energy sensory skills to dull and wane like an unused muscle or blade. The one thing that did remain was his survival insrinct and his beastial like sense's they had saved him more than once before and they still yet serve today.

(3) Through the chaos and screams of anguish one voice consumed them all , as he rose his bandaged arms up to shield his eyes from the gale force winds and debris that had been kicked up he would squint trying to get a look down in the crater. useing his es to get a feel for his surroundings 't...this feels off' he thought as he felt his stomach tighten

(4) Small beads of sweat would form upon mariks brow as the winds came to a gradual stop the debris settling , his eyes falling upon the....arrancar? hollow? no wait it feels like a shinigami...unless it was like cami? but the mere notion made no sense cami summoned a mask she didnt become a freak of nature. 'could that thing truly be a vizard and if so...' mariks thoughts where cut off by the three toned cry of the beast.

(5) The sheer amount of spiritual pressure this beast possesed put himself and kohai to shame , with power like this....it was no longer a simple hunt for an espada...this had become a extermination mission. His target was before him standing below in defiance , a sigh would escape marik's lips as he brought his right hand up and scratched the back of his head.

(6) "who ever brings me the head of the beast , will be promoted to tercera espada" he would sigh out looking at his men with a warm albeit sad smile , several of them gauked at marik eyes wide mouth agape. such an offer made by the primera was one that could surely be backed with his own position....surely?

(7) his men where hesitant at first but seemed to steele themselves at the thought of what they stood to gain , should they see themselves winning this fight. a place amongst their most powerful , a place at thier great leaders side should they prove themselves worthy. all they had to do was bring marik the head of the beast in the epicenter of it all.

(8) A young blonde male arrancar would grit his teeth as he pulled his blade from his sheath , gripping it firmly with both hands , his frown becoming a manic smile. "behold the next tercera espada and the heir to our lords legacy" he shouted as he bolted forwards blade poised rushing down into the fray to face the beast head on.

(9) Marik would yawn as his subordinates bolted onward , he cared for his citizens deeply and made every effort to make sure they where comfortable but in a situation like this he had very little choice in the ways he could use them. Having them serve as canon fodder gave him insight into the way his enemy functions and fights a sacrifice he was begrudgingly willing to make.

(10) As the men closed in marik himself would be following behind them , although he himself would stop on the edge of the crater watching from a safe distance away. Finally getting a good eye full of the abonimation below , his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw the mask that was slowly forming along the black sludge skeleton.

(11) "so that ugly bastard is a vizard then" he would say with a slight smile on his face , it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited to face down another vizard and this one felt several times more stronger than her. 'i wonder what his powers are beyond these simple ressurection parlor tricks' he would think to himself looking down upon the battle field as his men engaged conner's forces.

(12) a minor concern for marik at the moments was with each step those hulking behemoths took , the sand and stone floor of the menos forest was becoming and unstable black sludge. the darkness spreading like an all corrupting oil seeping into every crack of reality that was able to hold it. it was a rather peculiar power to say the least.

(13)  his eyes would then travel twoard the tree line , where the inky darkness had not yet spread , if that thing was allowed out of this area or his corruption alloud to spread it wouldnt stop here all of hueco mundo would be drowned in the caustic brew that was this monsters powers. the menos forest would sink and from there become a ball of chaotic death.

(14)  The entirety of the dammned realm marik called home would blossom into a new hell all its own , this was somthing he would never allow not while he was breathing he would find a way to put this beast down, He had trained , he had grown , and he would not let this beast destroy his home no matter how much he despised it.

(15)  The make shift arena that had been created from the blast was a four hundred meter circular crater , the quartz trees themselves all reached up to a fifty meter mark before the tree top dissapeared into a twenty five meter thick bed of sand. the spacing between the trees is a uniform five meters apart giving them amble room to manuver should they so wish to persue a target.

(16) Marik during the ensuing chaos of his men being undoubtedly slaughtered would jump down into the massive crater , the win jostling his mop of green hair as he descended , his face possessing a hint of a smile. his hollow hole aching with excitement as he braced his body for battle ,He would rest his right hand upon the handle of the pistol on his hip.

(17)  Like the vasto lordez he was oh so long ago , he would respond to the beast in kind flaring his riatsu causing the dust to settle his body giving off a neon green glow as he glared at the beast from the edge of the make shift arena. For once in many moons the dulls eyes of marik ashwin burned with glorious purpose , and he would not be denied.

(18)  'come then beast give me purpose , let me get lost in the thrills of combat again just like before' he would say , his body language betraying the adrenline rushing through his veins. His shoulders relaxed a small smile on his face as his stance was slouched and relaxed , an easy stance for most to abuse if it where anyone but marik.

(19) "Lets try and have a bit of fun , i atleast wana shake the rust off this thing" he says with a half assed smile , calling attention to himself , allowing the beast to properly gaze upon him in the moonlight. a simple respect he could pay to an enemy who appeared to be a sensless beast who only lived for destruction.

(20) should marik leave this battle alive he would either find a new espada candidate or come out evolved , either was he had no intentions on dieing here today. "let us begin" he would call out to the beast , not keen on making the first move against the foe before him ; he needed time to pick apart how thier abilities worked.

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{Stats}Strength: 200->[200]
Speed: 400->[1200]

Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400->[500]->[1500]

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200->[300]->[150]

Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 400

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{Items on Hand}R-Siphon (Class 1)
Copycat-tatoo (Class 1)
Burden (Class 1)
Rat Bullets (x10)
Beat Stick x2 (Class 1)

1 (1200->1300):
Corrosive E.(100)
Release E. (N/A)

2 (1200->1200):
Release E. (N/A)

A Propper Uniform (Class 1)
Bionic Voice Implant (Class 1)
Gonzo Tart (x2)
Taro Card: Chariot (class 1)
Decoy Zan (Class 1)
IP: 1100

Artificial Zanpukto (class 1)

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[Connor Greaves]

Before Marik could attempt to jump into the ring with the walking biohazard that was Connor, he would see the results of the fight his men had with the hollows who had been returned to life. The results my be substantial enough for him to change his mind about such a risky action. As the two forces clashed against one another, the sounds of battle deafened the area. Metal against bone, bodies slamming against the liquids, death cries filling the air. But then something changed. The cries of the mindless hollows were no longer the loudest thing that could be heard. It was the cries of his men.

Battle is a quick thing, some fights lasting but a moment. These men, these Arrancar, were capable of killing dozens of hollows in mere moments, as the ones they were fighting now had personally experienced not a few moments ago. They had doubled down on their attack, rushing in, blasting the hollows with cero, cutting into them with their weapons. They were as strong as they were loyal to Marik. Sadly for them, they were far from the most intelligent. They had been given a means to further themselves to a level that any one of them would have killed to obtain, and had fallen into the trap.

They were fast, batting the mutated hollows around with ease. They probably hadn't even noticed the wave of poison that flashed over them. It did not linger, after all, vanishing quickly after it made contact with them. Even when they touched the ground, the poison climbed up their legs, enveloping their whole bodies. The thought that something might be wrong only occurred to them after one man blasted a hollow with a cero through the mouth. The flash of red light looking as if it consumed the beast, and the screams it made all but confirmed that for him.

He barely managed to dodge the teeth of the beast in time to save his head. The hollow latched onto his arm. Another wave of poison. The pain finally settled in, and he too began to scream. He was powerful, much more than any of these hollows individually, likely even stronger than all of them put together. But those who were weak could not afford to play by the rules, and Connor had the power to let others cheat death. The Arrancar was hobbled by the pain, and was quickly torn to shreds by the pack he had so ruthlessly helped slay.

This story was repeated for each individual who dared face the hoard. In the end, not a single hollow was killed a second time by the Arrancar. Silenced by the weight of the ghosts. Connor, meanwhile, was standing in a pool of poison. What was once ten feet in all directions of him was now twenty. The corruption was growing, following his every step. He bellowed out to the sky again, as the liquid at his feet bubbled. The liquid rippled, before hands shot out of the black ichor, before the screams of the silenced men could be heard once again.

They returned, skin paled, clothing reminiscent of the attire worn by the Soul Reapers, forced to masquerade as their hated enemy. They followed the charge, sprinting off against their will, looking to end the lives of any hollows Connor could sense. Marik was the closest. The hoard and the Arrancar aimed their sights at Marik, the last living thing in the area. The hollows, as weak and slow as they were, would likely never catch the Espada. They would always be chasing him, however, along with his significantly stronger Arrancar entourage.

Connor roared out again, hefting his blade once again. Connor watched as his toys ran around, spreading his influence around. Hope might have thought it was glorious, the only right way to do things. Connor would be appalled, begging and pleading for it to stop. The Id cared for neither. This was about survival. The dark was the enemy. Marik was the enemy. This world itself was the enemy. Enemies must be destroyed. No threats may exist. The Id could not let any threat go unanswered. Connor screeched, swinging his blade in the direction of a nearby crystal pillar.

A wave of poison was flung out of the toothy maw of the sword, slamming into and through the support column holding the ceiling of the menos forest up. Luckily, the slash had been vertical, passing through the crystal with little problem. Then the gaping wound he had left upon it pulsed. Purple veins spread from the point of contact, crawling up the pillar with frightening speed. The matter than made up the pillar began to twist and warp, no longer made of quartz. Slowly, bark was replacing it, turning the crystalline tree into a real one.

Poisoned Wave: 150
Reiatsi Remaining: 11,850/24,000

[Maria Ashwin]

Just  A  BOY   Trying   TO  SLEEP S o  l  e a v e  me   B e  11 paragraphs  51 paragraphs total so far

1) a small spark of pride found its way into mariks heart over what he was witnessing , his men effortlessly destroying the enemy below. It almost saddened him that he had sent these men to their deaths a nessecary sacrifice for the things that would be soon come. They fought like savage animals tearing apart his chosen foe , giving him nothing less than their best and it’s all marik could ask for in their finale moments. Looking down at his wrist he would crank his R-siphon on to 100%

(2) He would watch how the beast’s moved they where no stronger than the ants they were when they were alive , but their durability….it seemed to have been increased upon resurrection. In a way this power was genius but also very terrifying , in theory one could simply amass a great talley of souls that where of the lower tier variety and use them as weak yet sturdy mindless dregs.

(3) Marik would watch as his men fell one by one the beast’s , a peculiar phenomenon as the strength and skills of his men placed then above the hoard in terms of raw power and killing effecincy. With his energy sensory skills as diminished as they where all he could truly feel was the clashing of connors own spirit energy with that of his soldiers , it seemed like the enemy couldnt bring you into the fold right away they had to wear your soul down a bit first.

(4) ‘so then he ressurects those who fall prey to his spiritual pressure , from thier the target is then reinforced and then puppetierd a devious ability especially since it semms like these beast’s are further spreading his influence’ he would think to himself as he eyed his last warrior fighting for their life against the hoard their own soul slowly being whittled away by the tides of mindless beast’s

(5) Their was great enough reason to fear this power in the hands of a skilled and competent warrior , but from what marik had witnessed so far the mans higher thinking appeared to be non-present. It was as if he had devolved into a beast that was running purely off instinct and its sheer will to consume , ironic that shinigami would now know the plight that strikes all hollows equally

(6) Marik still falling would sigh as he watch his last soldier being struck down by the beast , “i can atleast give you this mercy” he would mumble to himself as his left eye shined a bright neon green , like that of a star he himself becoming a beacon forcefully alerting all those present to his current position. Drawing their attention away from the soldier that was currently losing his life

(7) It was a simple ploy to use the one flaw of this technique as a cloak and dagger tactic , The technique itself revealed the users position and location to all present but marik was banking on this things bestial nature to allow him to deal a devstaing blow to it and all those it had corrupted and brought under its banner of death and corruption. All was silent for a moment as the darkness creeped along the soldiers body.

(8) His final screams bellowed echoing through the menos forest and then all was consumed in a bright neon green light , a shockwave ripping through the ground and air as debris where flung in all directions. A brilliant swirling green pillar of green spiritual energy would erupt from the soldiers position , the expansion rate of the pillar being a standard blistering eight hundred speed given the sudeness of the explosion marik could only hope he caught the thing in the blast.

(9) The massive explosion possesed a radius of one hundred and fifty meters, giving marik roughly two hundred and fifty meters of space to avoid the blast safely. To be further noted the blast would create a five hundred meter deep creator and would pillar upward for and additional two hundred meters , the attack itself also flinging shrapnel made of the immediate surroundings in all directions.

(10) by the time the explosion and shower of shrapnel ended marik would reach the ground , and calmly dust himself off he doubted that was enough to kill the damn thing. But he was sure that motherfucker had to be in immense pain right about now alongside his pets , as that cero was designed to melt and or liquify those who didn’t mount any proper defenses against it.

(11) The only question now was if the creature had survived ‘i should thank this guy once i drag him to kohai to have his mask broken , he’s giving me a bit of a workout’ he thought to himself as he looked across the new small chasm he had made. 'i wonder what ten of those at once would do to him' the thought dancing around in his head

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{Stats}Strength: 200->[200]
Speed: 400->[1200]

Spiritual Pressure: 400
Riatsu Strength: 400->[500]->[1500]

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200->[300]->[150]

Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 400

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{Items on Hand}R-Siphon (Class 1)
Copycat-tatoo (Class 1)
Burden (Class 1)
Rat Bullets (x10)
Beat Stick x2 (Class 1)

1 (1200->1300):
Corrosive E.(100)
Release E. (N/A)

2 (1200->1200):
Release E. (N/A)

A Propper Uniform (Class 1)
Bionic Voice Implant (Class 1)
Gonzo Tart (x2)
Taro Card: Chariot (class 1)
Decoy Zan (Class 1)
IP: 1100

Artificial Zanpukto (class 1)

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{Techs Used}Cero Liquifieo -800
4000-800+500 from R-siphon
4000/3700

[Connor Greaves]

The threats were torn apart, piece by bloody piece, yet still there were more threats. They all needed to disappear. One of them even exploded amongst his servants. That one was now currently outside his means of consumption. Anger flared in his mind, and let out a wailing screech. How dare it reject him!? The man created an explosion large enough to scatter the hoard he was slowly building up, further spreading his influence. He needed them to work faster. He was still not safe. He needed them to move faster!

His mind was still functioning at its most primitive. All threats must be destroyed. All threats must be destroyed! His senses were on overdrive, able to see and hear things in ways he had never imagined before. He could taste the air, he could see the colors of reiatsu... He could sense reiatsu with more accuracy then he ever had before. The explosion was expanding outwards at an astonishing speed. Connor could see that it was made of reiatsu, and was no mere shockwave. He pulled his sword back, the grinning maw of the weapon opening ever so slightly...

With a mighty heave, the corrupted Soul Reaper swung his blade, cutting a path through the sand and stone of the forest, unleashing a towering wave of poison, almost shrieking as it carved its way forward. The purple poison and the green explosion clashed, two forces mixing, energies swirling about as the powers of spiritual titans mashed against one another. There could be only one winner in this, however, and the explosion was found lacking. Were this any other situation, that might have been the end of it. The poisoned wave would carve its way through the explosion, and Connor would have been fine.

This was not the case.

The poison exploited weakness. It was a power as Hollow as they came, devouring the weak, turning it into more of itself. The moment the poison overcame the might of the explosion, the green started to fade. It was quick, like a ripple of purple flashing across the light. The explosion no longer belonged to Marik. This was now a poisoned explosion. Like a tidal wave crashing down upon the sandy shores, the ground was a river of poison and mud, strong enough to drag down even the strongest of foes.

Connor screeched again, leaping away at a speed that would throw off most opponents. He leapt to the slowly expanding tree he had created, flickering away with a flash of Shunpo. The wave crashed against his hidey-hole, the sound of rushing water threatening to overwhelm his newfound senses. Luckily it was over before it really began, as the toxic power accelerated the corruption of the landscape. The ground was no longer sand and stone. Now it was a swamp, filled with trees and buildings.

Memories flashed through the head of the near mindless man. The demons he had fought, the lives he had stolen. The Menos Forest looked more like the Rukongai of the Soul Society. Each building, each plant, everything was dripping with poison. A moment in time, a village forever waiting for the touch of the sun to wipe away the strange morning dew. It would almost be serene, were it not for the utter lack of humans to populate the landscape. That little fact was something that distressed the rampaging Hollow.

Were were the people!? They were supposed to be there! Where did the toys go? Where did they go!? It screeched once again, not knowing, or not being able to comprehend the souls lost to the spirits battling inside his soul. For the moment, he could only feel robbed. Things were stolen from him. He needed them back! The hollows he had made his were nowhere near enough. He needed everything! Everyone! He bellowed out a roar, and the hollows that had perished to the explosion reappeared. Doors opened up in the shacks. The hollows were mutated further, mere ghostly specters and apparitions. They flew in all directions, spreading the disease that was Kurutta Tamashī. Connor would only be happy once everything belonged to him.

Poisoned Wave: 150
Shunpo: 50
Reiatsi Remaining: 11,650/24,000

[Maria Ashwin]

Just  A  BOY   Trying   TO  SLEEP S o  l  e a v e  me   B e  30 paragraphs  81 paragraphs total so far

1)The green light of mariks cero would bath the area in an eerie green a small smile on mariks face , although that would be short lived as his eyes widened at the sight of the green of his cero begin swallowed by a great and vast inky blackness. death unto the shadows itself a concept more terrifying than kohai himself.

2.) The sudden shift of the sand becoming a slushy mud beneath his feet followed by the shockwave of the cero would cause him to lose his footing , being far away from the epicenter he would avoid the blast from his current position but shockwave would upheave him from his position flinging him thirty feet past the tree line and into the base of a quartz tree.

3.) The proper uniform cushioning his impact with its barrier but the sudden inertia of rapidly being flung and being stopped by an outside force had him seeing dark spots , his head on swivel as he attempted to keep his head up watching the black pillar fall and crash upon the land.

4.) The crashing sound the tsunami of black sludge made when it began hitting the ground was deafening to say the least , the earth they stood upon shook down to it’s very foundations, Only then did marik slowly grasp how truly outclassed he was. The land was warping changing to this creatures whims and will it mattered not how bestial it was.

5.) marik…was helpless before its overwhelming power. As the sludge settled filling the entire crater as it now had thousands of times more volume to work with , marik’s vision would begin fading out his brain having bumped his skull causing his body to enact a powerful trauma response his body attempting to shut down to avoid the damage he could fight the pain didnt mean he could ignore natures designs.

6.) ‘D..damn it’ when next he closed his eyes he was falling through darkness , the last sight that his eyes glance being the rukon district construct this creature had somehow created from it’s hellish power. ‘Fo…forgive me..’ where his last thought before he was consumed by the encroaching darkness.

-=Dream sequence=-

7.) When mariks eyes next began to open he would wince the sounds of a menos grande’s cry would strike his eardrums and rattle around in his skull , he would blink twice his eyes heavy with sleep the hunger burning in his stomach a profound and intense feeling he had long forgotten.

8.) The driving force for his evolution or was it all a vivid dream of a hollow who simply sought the end of his hunger , He would take in a deep breath and sigh.The smell of iron hung heavy in the air as cold breeze blew through the bowels of the Menos forest, the cry of Menos grande echoed through the darkness with great rapture and force every few seconds.

9.) The sound of shifting sand and heavy breathing lay just beyond one’s eyesight within this subterranean pit horror, hollows stalked these lands packs evidence of previous hunting lay within the many clearings of the Menos forest.

10.) Mutilated and Gnarled corpses dotted the land the sand stained a deep black where the bodies lay, this was the world hollows called home the realm Marik called home. Through his many years now of simply sleeping in burrows, he had made amongst the quartz trees he had learned to simply tune the noise out,

11) It was easy to survive if you simply knew to keep your head down and be on your guard. Otherwise, a fool would fall and fall hard out there among the trees, and dunes above would swallow you whole and Marik wanted to be anything but another hollow on the path to success swallowed by his own hubris.

12) Marik would waddle his way to the entrance of his burrow , when he next blinked he would be standing under the moonlight of hueco mundo once more his form changed to match his current arrancar form and uniform ; 'what the hell just-' he found his thoughts cut short by a familiar voice that had been engraved onto his soul.

13) "All that power and you lack the skill to use it , Papa kohai would be disapointed ya know~" the words carving into mariks ears like poisoned daggers as he slowly looked up , his eyes widening as the iris of his eyes narrowed as he gazed upon rizer j. tile standing before him in the flesh. and that grin that same shit eating arrogant grin.

14) a deep seeted bubbling rage would rise within marik as he gritt his teeth , picking himself up off the floor , as he stood the sand beneath his feet would begin pulling him down. his rage replaced with panic as he looked back up to rizer who was now nose to nose withh grin still in place ,somehow that grinn made it all the more terrifying for marik.

15) "your an espada , your papa kohais favorite stick you live to fight and die for his cause and well if you cant even beat one stray hollow..." Rizer would pause waving goodbye as the sand began to close itself around marik's head , as he took in a gasp of air "...then you might as well join me in hell" where the last words marik heard before his world went black again.

16) When he next opened his eye's this time he would find himself sitting before camillia once more , the amusement on her face as her laughter filled the room. "I swear, Marik, your lack of fighting instinct catches me off-guard at times! Seems this Hollow wouldn't mind killing you, no?...." As this was said the beast he had been fighting would manifest next to her standng motionless like a statue.

17) "It's interesting that you don't take every advantage over that situation. Anything and everything in this world has nothing to lose, and everything to gain by tearing into those above them; it's just the way things work. You're strong, Marik; exceptionally so. You shouldn't hold yourself to some imaginary standard..."

18) with her next words the room began to shake "a win is a win is a win." , she was right about so many things with that one statement. He had been the only espada thus far to heed kohais rules , to set a golden standard of what was to be expected ; restraining himself not relying on overwhelming power but the sheer ferocity of his skill.

19) The walls of the room would fall away as marik this time was sent hurtling through darkness once more , twoard a bright light he refused to die here not without giving it his all. He wanted nothing more than to keep running foward , his journey would not end today not so easily! 'i...i want! I WANT TO KEEP GOING!' he would below as he grabbed hold of the light

-=Dream sequence end=-

20) Marik would groan lightly as his eyes flickered open , a mild sharp pain in his head 'how many seconds was i out for?' he would think to himself as he watched the last of the replica rukongai erupt from the muddy sullen earth , the cruel mockery looking like a mortal childs plaything. A light wince would cross mariks face as he stood up with a pained sigh.

21) 'reality warping , soul domination , corrpution and the ability to dominate lesser spiritual techniques with his own..' the young espada's shoulders that where previously tensed would slump giving an air of calm. 'he's only been responding to my attacks not me which means he doesnt register me as a threat on his radar' the thought almost made marik smile.

22) He would close his eyes for a moment , trying to come up with a plan of action for now he needed to even the playing feild which was hard enough with this creatures overwelming power. 'unlike vizards and quincy i cant just double my output in a steady stream...i can only do it in short burst..which mean i need to play for the long haul'

23) A shimmering thin green aura would envelop mariks body as he begin taking in the surrounding reishi of the menos forest suffusing it with his own spiritual energy , and then coliding it with his own. Causing his own spiritual potency to spike , the pain that shot through his body as a result was ignorable but not unoticable no doubt this would cause wear and tear on his body.

24) Now that he recalled cami had done something similar in thier fight , her sudden spike in power allowed her to bypass his defenses. 'to think im still learning things from that brat' his smile internal as he began amassing more spirit energy. 'lets see how far i can take this little technique' with that the aura would fade his body briming with more power than he had ever felt before.

25) Jumping upward he would kick off the crystal tree to his right looking down at the scattering ghostly figures , at this point the only way he was going to save the menos forest was to kill this thing before it damaged the area further, As it stood to reason if he killed the cause the symptoms should in turn in vanish? atleast that was the logical train of thought.

26) Kicking off the base of the crystline trunk marik would launch himself to an outstretched branch , his eyes landing upon the warped wooden tree that the beast found himself on. Taking in a deep breath marik would release a loud shrill hummingbird cry , aimed twoard the tree the beast was in he wasnt sure exactly how much damage this would do.

27) As the hummingbird cry echoed through the air , sonic rings would pass from marik mouth and grow in size as they traveled foward. Anything that was within the rings would find itself being thrown and having it's structures destabilized , the mud churning up as a tsunami of this beast's own corruption was being flung at it.

28) Structures would be uprooted as the cero traveled reach its target far before the debris did , should the creature find itself trapped within the sonic rings of the cero it's inner ear would be rupture it's ability to properly quardinate itself would be gone ; this would be mariks chance to strike out at creature and test how well it's defnses truly where.

29) If he attempted to corrupt this one he wound find that he would need to strike each sonic ring indavidually which would be hard enough with the tsunmai of mud , stone and sand headed his way. Marik had no plans on holding back anymore he wanted to survive and right now this things death was key to his survvival.

30) Marik himself was high on power and the realization that he wasn't done evolving , he handn't realized just how far he could he could go and this beast would show him the peak of his true power. To show all of creatin what a vasto lordez arrancar was truly capable of , scarring the land and flushing out those who would become the steps to his acension. to become somthing more!

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{Stats}Strength: 200->[200]
Speed: 400->[1200]

Spiritual Pressure: 400->[400-100]->[300]
Riatsu Strength: 400->[500+100]_>[600]->[1800]

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200->[300]->[150]

Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 400

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{Items on Hand}R-Siphon (Class 1)
Copycat-tatoo (Class 1)
Burden (Class 1)
Rat Bullets (x10)
Beat Stick x2 (Class 1)

1 (1200->1300):
Corrosive E.(100)
Release E. (N/A)

2 (1200->1200):
Release E. (N/A)

A Propper Uniform (Class 1)
Bionic Voice Implant (Class 1)
Gonzo Tart (x2)
Taro Card: Chariot (class 1)
Decoy Zan (Class 1)
IP: 1100

Artificial Zanpukto (class 1)

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{Techs Used}Kōkyō -400
Lost 1000 Spr due ro RS transfer
3000-400+500 from R-siphon
3000/3000

[Connor Greaves]

Worthless drones! More faster! Connor was twitching, paranoid and alone. This was the longest he had even been allowed to act without the input of the others. He finally was allowed to do as he pleased, and yet, this did not bring him joy. If anything, it made him worried. When were they coming back? Were they coming back at all? How badly would Connor beat himself up over this? Would Hope be happy with this, or hate it? Hope was picky like that. Might even redo everything he did, just because Hope was not the one to do it. Connor leapt down from the tree he was in. He wanted to lie down... Sleep this off like a bad hangover.

The longer this fight inside their soul took, the less stable Connor felt. Mind, body and soul were in flux. His body and mind were Hollow, yet his soul was Soul Reaper. It twisted and pulled and ached and hurt and! And... And what was that noise? Connor snapped his head towards whatever the noise was. His lone eye widened in shock at the sight of a tidal wave of sludge, as well as a few homes he had made. He screeched in surprise and frustration. His order! His thigs were being touched without his permission! Death! Death to the-

His ramblings were cut off by the attack itself, having already been too close to avoid, slammed into him like an angry mudslide, pulling him under, sweeping his feet out from under him. He screamed through the near river of rot, and used his sixth sense. He peered past the overwhelming reiatsu his mask was generating, to sense the reiatsu of everything around him. Unfortunately for him, this did little to help against this attack. As he felt rings of sound grow closer to him, the poison sludge around him coalesced, taking shape.

Liquid took on the shape of something long, like a serpent, but with many segments and legs. It was the centipede he had killed earlier, forced back to life against its will. It coiled around him, protecting him with its own body. Sadly, this only dampened the effects of this strange cero the Espada had launched at him. The sounds impacted the wall of flesh, and assaulted the senses of the demi-hollow. Connor dropped his sword to hold the space where his ears would have been, and doing a poor job of blocking out the noise.

It was painful, he was rolling on the ground from the pain, it hurt! Connor was mad. Connor was wounded! The centipede let out a deep, bellowing roar in response to this pain. The specters that had been spreading across these blighted lands paused, before rushing back. They had no choice in the matter, their wills having been robbed from them, they heeded the cries of the one who owned Kurutta Tamashī. Regardless of the pain they themselves were in, they would tear apart the one who made Connor feel even a hundredth the pain they were in. They had no other choice.

Return to Madness: 500
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 11,150/24,000

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{Return to Madness}
The Return of Madness: This is quite the unusual ability for someone with a poison zanpakuto, but not unexpected for a blade that collects the bodies of its victims. By using this ability, those who have died or met their end from the poison will be brought back to fight again. Returning in their transformed state, they will begin their rampage once again, only this time, they will have more focus. Connor is able to control the zombies to a degree. He can force all things turned, to focus on a single opponent, or race to attack.

This starts to give life back to the dead, letting them walk about, creating slaves for Tamashī to have fun with, and to cause poor Connor more mental scarring. The minions are powerful, more so than one might expect. With high durability, his bankai, and physical stats equal to both his spiritual stats combined then split evenly between strength and speed, and
sharing Connor's sensory stats, these abominations are extremely hard to kill. They attack without care for defense, knowing that they live only to serve, not having the will to turn on the one that slew them. For each one summoned, it takes 500 reiatsu from Connor. They last for five posts, and can create only three per post.

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{Centipede Stats}
Strength: 1,300
Speed: 1,300
Rs: 0
Sppr: 0
Instinct: 800
Senses: 200
ES: 400

Durability: 2,400

[Maria Ashwin]

Just  A  BOY   Trying   TO  SLEEP S o  l  e a v e  me   B e  20 paragraphs  101 paragraphs total so far [press play at paragraph three]

(1) Small beads of sweat would begin to gather upon the youthful appearing on arrancars brow , his neon green mop of hair whipping about wildly and slowing to a gradual halt. Power like his was something behold for lesser beings but for this hollow? Shinigami? Vizard mutant? Thing!? , he would take a moment to shut off his r-siphon.

2.) Mariks attack seemed to be little more than a insignificant trifle atleast in his own eyes on the matter of their clash. The cero he fired was unlike any other in recorded history , while most ceros focused on being beams of outright death mariks held more subtle undertones meant to discombobulate and disorientate his targets and bring the world crashing down around them like a tsunami.

3.) The cero itself was made to destroy a targets ability to correct ones ability to balance , should the inner ear find itself destroyed the body would be incapable of standing or orienting itself correctly. This left many targets open for a cu' ta grah if you will , sadly with this creature buried within a sea of corrupted mud marik didn't want to chance getting to close to the thing.

4.) A sigh would escape his lips as he felt what could only be described as 'movement' within this fog of decay and corruption , 'one...two....three...no four riatsu signatures warped....and moving fast' the neon haired espada would think to himself as he ran a hand through his hair.

5.) His cero blast earlier having blown a hundred meter crater into cieling of the menos forest allowed for light to filter through and shine down upon the battle field , it was foolish of him to think he could go on through his life holding back against everyone. To reject that which marik didn't understand.

6.) to believe one's self to be stronger as you where leaning on your creativity and utility alone when sometimes all that is required is overwhelming force. to use the secret weapon the gods had crafted for him amongst the squaller and bloodshed of this accursed world , marik would excise this corrupting parasite if it was the last thing he did all in Hueco Mundo would be destroyed so long as this beast was one of them.

7.) There was no reason to hold back , to show restraint, he was not under the canopy of las noches and this creature was no friend of his. A small smile would begin to spread on mariks face as neon lime green aura began to envelop his body , the air and earth trembling as his spirit energy began to rapidly expanding. His true zanpakuto his tongue pearl a weapon of mass destruction hidden in plane sight.

8.) This weapon was freely resting upon his tounge the spirit energy fusing it to his tounge had simply given way. Marik would roll it upon his tounge before lulling it ttwoard the back of his throat and swallowing , his spiritual energy output causing cracks to begin to spider along the branch he had chosen to perch upon.

9.) How long had he denied this power! how long had he rejected the intoxication of it all , 'incredible!! i feel amazing!!' he thought to him self in exhilaration as he rode the high the oncoming battle. No longer was he a slumbering dragon awaiting those who would dare challenge him he was awake and he.was.hungry! "Slumber! Colibrí!!"

10.) he would declare with all his might. in response his body is enveloped a massive whirlwind of green spirit energy that would crash into the surrounding tree's resulting in them being reduced to rubble though they would not stay that way for long as mariks spirit energy had robbed them of their friction. Should the enemy be observant they would witness the rubble dissolving into sand friction between atoms no longer possible they would begin dissolving.

11.) Upon the whirlwind fading and the dust settling and the fading of the neon green lights it will reveal his transformed state , Smooth bone white armor will adorn his slender form. Bone-white layer armor covers his entire head , reaching down to the base of his neck before stopping over the nape of his neck.

12.) A clear glass like material rest's imbedded in the helmet , protecting the upper half of his face appearing slightly tinted and reflective hiding his eyes from the world. While in his ressurecion state his entire torso is encased in what appears to be bone white armor , which seems to be a commonality amongst arrancar that gain a thickened hierro upon release.

13.) Along his neck and back the armor seems connected by a spinal cord like growth that simply keeps the two attached. His body is adorned with several other pieces of thickened Hierro , it should be noted that this thickened smooth heirro isn't meant for offensive purposes. His body being built for speed becomes far more aerodynamic.

14.) His wings that once saw him soar upon the heavens as a hollow have found a new place upon his fore arms , these fin's act as blades for the released marik he is capable of flipping them around or dismissing them completely should he see fit. at the moment marik's blades are not out and restracted into his arm as he doesnt plan on using them just yet.

15.) Upon his shoulder blades are two slits these slits are upon either side of his spine , at shoulder blade level. When he decides to push excess spiritual pressure through these vents , the spirit energy coaless into a pair of proper sized hummingbird wings he can use to move at his max speed freely and maneuver as he once did as a hollow.

16.) His arms and legs have gaps between his armor over his joint to allow for mobility , his heirro sprouting small tightly layed together feathers that could be mistaken for cloth. The feathers are such a deep green that they appear black, while the feather's upon his neck are a bright neon green , with spots of purple scattered about here and there.

17.) But these would be things that conor wouldn't be able to see , being bound up inside a centipede and all this would serve as a partial shield from marik's debilitating powers in a way but not completely. As the shinigami shared senses with his beast's as they all approached the clearing.

18.) all clamaring to come to their master's aid they would be blinded by the shining star that was marik , as his spirit energy refracted off his feathers creating a blinding a dazzling display of colors. to look upon marik in this state would be tant amount to gazing directly into the eyes of strobe lighting sun.

19.) A beatiful and deathly stunning display put on by the primera espada , "it's time to put down this rabid dog" he would say as he sonido'ed upward two hundred meters and over 50 placing him directly above the pit , he would be haging upside down in the air as he looked downward his right arm outstretched index finger pointed foward.

20.) A ball of bright hot white light would amass at his fingertip , shining down upon the area like burning cursed star an omen of death and desolation. In this moment marik had brought light to this land of eternal darkness and shadow and then released it driving all shadows from the area as it was swallowed by further blinding light. He intended to catch them all in the blast radius of the attack.

Combat Posts: 3
Over Drive Stacks: 4

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{Stats}Strength: 200->[200]
Speed: 400->[1200]

Spiritual Pressure: 400->[400-100]->[300]
Riatsu Strength: 400->[500+100]_>[600]->[1800]

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Instinct: 200
Sense: 200->[300]->[150]

Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 400

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{Items on Hand}R-Siphon (Class 1)
Copycat-tatoo (Class 1)
Burden (Class 1)
Rat Bullets (x10)
Beat Stick x2 (Class 1)

1 (1200->1300):
Corrosive E.(100)
Release E. (N/A)

2 (1200->1200):
Release E. (N/A)

A Propper Uniform (Class 1)
Bionic Voice Implant (Class 1)
Gonzo Tart (x2)
Taro Card: Chariot (class 1)
Decoy Zan (Class 1)
IP: 1100

Artificial Zanpukto (class 1)

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{Techs Used}Release- 400
Cero Deslumbrante- 400 (3,600 Os)
Sonido x2 - 200 (21,600 speed due to type)

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{Res Overall}

Res Overall being used: His body vents excess spiritual energy by washing them over his feather , this creates an Iridescencent shine of scentilating colors upon the dark feathers that flashes like a strobe light. This acts as a way to disorientate enemies and even allies as his feathers can't discern between friend or foe , which make releasing around comrads very risky should he end up in thier line sight. interactions with the feathers is as follows pertaining to those percieving marik ; this primarily interacts with Battlefocus but may also interact with Battle Analysis & Focused Eye.

While Battle Analysis and Focused Eye are applicable, using these skills to resist the effect of these lights are treated as though they are one Rank lower when comparing to the effects in regards to Battle Focus. While blinded or disoriented, individuals have the option to burn reiatsu in order to mitigate these effects, spiritually shielding their eyes in order to protect them from the light's rays. By spending 400 Reiatsu, reduced by 100 for every Rank in Battle Focus (not Battle Analysis or Focused Eye) that they have. (this ignores the infinite riatsu clause)

0- Onlookers are blinded while they observe Marik, plus for 1 post after looking away

1- Onlookers are blinded while they observe Marik, but regain their vision after looking away

2- Onlookers are disoriented while they observe Marik, suffering a 50% penalty to Instinct and eye based sense in relation to his actions

3- Onlookers are disoriented while they observe Marik, suffering a 25% penalty to Instinct and eye based sense in relation to his actions

4- No effect.

Marik's resurrection is a rather simple one it's ability to warp friction isn't truly seen as most would be focused the explosions and high speed movements , they serve as a distraction from resurrections true power. Marik's ability to affect friction allows him to either affect the ground & air within a fifty foot radius depending on circumstance. As an example if he where on the ground he can freely choose to make that space around him frictionless while maintaining friction on his feet to grant himself an increase in speed without causing severe damage to his body from moving at high speeds. He may only alter the friction around himself in the affected area once per post at a cost of 2 overdrive , applying one stack of friction or frictionless. While the touch version of this tech cost's a single overdrive , he may use it in equivlance to the amount of overdrive stacks he has.

Or removing the friction from the spiritual particles in the ground or air around them , while this is active with a ground effect it would cause the enemy to begin slipping on the ground as if it where coated in ice. They would effectively double the distance they go while step tech'ing but robbing them of the ability of safely slowing down and exiting said step tech. Should the friction be robbed from the air in the event they attempt to air walk , the spirit particles that normally cling to the fourne entities feet would simply slide away causing them to fall ; This can be counteracted by having advanced air walking.

In the opposite breath he may increase the friction of the air beneath his feet to walk upon it without burning riatsu with an air walking tech , or reducing the friction of his hierro to move faster spirit particles rolling off his body. In the event that marik can make physical contact with a foe he may more precisely affect their friction , If he is increasing their friction it would be a speed decrease of 12.5% (speed rounded down) the maximum amount of friction stacks being six. By no means are people limited to moving at this new speed and may move at thier orignal speeds , but they will accrew serious damage while they are moving at that speed. (stacks may not interact with one another)

Friction Stacks

1 stack: Minor scrapes and cuts.

2 stacks: Widespread first-degree burns.

3 stacks: Cuts up to 1/2 an inch deep and 1 inch long.

4 stacks: Localized second-degree burns.

5 stacks: Lacerations up to 2 inches deep and 5 inches long long.

6 stacks: Quarter-sized third-degree burns.

Frictionless Stacks

1 stack: The afflicted moves 10% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement.

2 stacks: The afflicted must pay an extra 10% of reiatsu costs for starting any movement and moves 20% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement.

3 stacks: The afflicted must pay an extra 20% of reiatsu costs for starting any movement and moves 30% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement. Furthermore, they cannot hold any item without gripping it in both hands.

4 stacks: The afflicted must pay an extra 30% of reiatsu costs for starting any movement and moves 40% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement. Furthermore, they cannot hold any item without gripping it in both hands, and any solid-like surface they stand on will cause them to fall prone unless they diminish their Mental skills & Stealth by 1, each.

5 stacks: The afflicted must pay and extra 40% of reiatsu costs for starting any movement and moves 50% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement. Furthermore, they cannot hold any item without gripping it in both hands, and any solid-like and semi-solid surface they stand on will cause them to fall prone. they diminish their Mental skills & Stealth by 2, each.

6 stacks: The afflicted must pay and extra 50% of reiatsu costs for starting any movement and moves 60% farther than intended when attempting to end any movement. Furthermore, are no longer able to grip items in thier hands, and all surfaces (excluding advanced air ground) they stand on will cause them to fall prone. they diminish their Mental skills & Stealth by 3, each.

Spr: 3000/3000

1000 spirit energy tabbed

[Jeff Franklin]

I shall be the grader! I count 101 paragraphs for Marik and 33 for Connor.

Thus Awarding the following (Double TP thread):

Marik- 7,575 TP (50% social bonus from Rizer which was ok'd)

Connor- 1,650 TP

No winner