Casino Royale [NDE, [R]

[Kuraaken]

Thread Title: Casino Royale [NDE, R]
Participants: Kuraaken, Aramis Tezuka
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Basically in the middle of the Las Vegas strip at night, with many people out for a night on the town.
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: Kuraaken came here (despite the heat of the surrounding desert) to feast on the many humans he heard visit this city.

[Kuraaken]

    Hue hue hue. I'm gonna feast tonight! Kuraaken thought as he gazed from a dark, unseen spot as he viewed the many cars crossing the highway on their ways to and from Vegas's many casinos. The only problem is all of those silly little cars. It's like they don't want to be eaten! The hollow wiggled his tentacles, each 35 feet long, in anticipation. Maybe he might cause a little traffic jam. That wouldn't be too suspicious, a traffic jam with this many people traveling the roads at the ridiculous speeds they were going at.

    Kuraaken began to giggle. He just couldn't help himself. The thought of all of those foolish humans soon being his dinner made him oh so happy. The one thing he didn't like about Las Vegas was the abominable heat. That's it, after I'm done in Vegas, it's off to the coast! Kuraaken never went out during the day, which was why he hadn't done anything until nightfall. The lights of all the nearby casinos did provide plenty of light to see by however, and it was relatively cool thanks to the lack of the sun. He could see plenty well, so nothing lost.

    Kuraaken was ready to reek havoc and feast. The thought of possible bloodshed was already threatening to make Kuraaken burst out giggling yet again. It was such a thing to look forward to that he forgot about his little rant against heat and decision to wait for the gloriously cool night that was now upon him and just let the giggling rack his body with anticipation for feasting. In fact, he did let it do just that.

    "Hue hue hue! Yahahahaha! Oh I just can't wait! Hue hue hue! Oh the bloodshed, the mayhem, the macabre. It will be glorious!" Kuraaken practically screamed the words. out of his armor-like covering of a mouth that he had, running his hands through his matching long grey hair. The power of an adjucha of his size made him feel unstoppable, ready to take on the world.     

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{Stats}
Strength - [(250) 338] Points

Speed - [(150)113] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [(150) 113] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [(250) 338] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [125] Points

Senses - [125] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

[Aramis Tezuka]

How excellent. A chance to test his skills singlehandedly. Aramis had developed substantial skill combating other shinigami. Developing a skillset most effective against many of the enemies of Soul Society. Arrancar, Akki and Rogue Shinigami. Even the Quincy. His skills were being primed to combat enemies of that nature. But the primary enemy of Soul Society-- and by far the most numerous, were the Hollows. This was Aramis's chance to develop his abilities at confronting the bestial targets of Soul Society since time immemorial. There was a Hollow in Vegas, and Aramis was sent to dispatch it. How ironic.[/color] He mused. To send a monster to kill another.[/color] Aramis was sweeping the city in the form of a shinigami. The technology of Squad 12 still on his arm, masking his true nature. To anyone with the ability to sense him, he would just be another shinigami. And the illusion cast over his arm by Squad 12 would prevent anyone from visually gleaning an understanding of his nature as well.

Aramis's ability to detect reiatsu was above average, but not particularly specific. He was able to find the general location from which he sensed the hollow's reiatsu, but could not divine the exact location. Fortunately the hollow did that for him. Its shrieking laughter could be heard even in the streets of Vegas, and Aramis quickly homed in on his location. "One would think." He drawled slowly, as he looked down from a building at the hollow. "That a hollow might have the preservation of mind to stay silent when a greater predator is about." He demeaned it.

He would give no quarter. Hollows were bestial and animalistic. Perhaps, were it an arrancar, it would be deserving of some proper civilities. It was not, however, and Aramis swiftly drew his rapier-like Zanpakuto from its sheath. He lightly stepped off the building, immediately descending towards Kuraaken with a downward thrust, intended to pierce through the hollow's neck, as he fell towards the beast.

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{stats}
Strength: 100 (70)
Speed: 200 (140)
Reiatsu Strength: 170
Spirit Pressure: 170
Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0
Senses: 70 (105)
Instinct: 120 (180)
Energy Sensory: 100 (150)
Healing Expertise: 0
Total: 930

[Kuraaken]

    Kuraaken, now that his giggling fit had pretty much come and gone, had begun to leave the alleyway in which he was hiding. Slithering out of there on his tentacles, the hollow wanted to finally start feasting after waiting an entire day doing nothing in the shade. Night time was the only time he could bother himself to move given the almost unbearable heat of the day. Why did I even come here in the first place? he thought dismally, remembering the past week or two he had spent here. If only I could go back in time and slap myself for wanting to come here! True, the food was great, as he had enjoyed eating many humans, as well as a few shinigami that were patrolling the area, their frequency increasing as time went on. In fact, the last one had been only yesterday, and they had screamed oh so musically in Kuraaken's opinion. He could even remember the taste of the shinigami, a tad spicy yet sweet as well.

    He had stopped to take yet another swig from his gourd, the alcohol warm from the many hot days spent in Las Vegas, when the hollow noticed something strange. It was a certain sound that Kuraaken had become acquainted to a long time ago. The sound was of a body, probably dressed in cloth, falling through the air. Well, not falling, diving would be a mroe accurate way to describe it. Kuraaken looked upwards and saw the figure of yet another shinigami diving towards him, the lights of the casinos glinting on their sword. The hollow put some of his tentacles, three to be exact, in between himself and the attacker, each of them coated in one of Kuraaken's special poisons. This specific one was his default one, and it made the opponent's blood unable to clot once absorbed into their bodies. If the shinigami came any closer, Kuraaken would be able to poison them, not even mentioning the fact that he would almost certainly have the shinigami in his clutches. The hollow kept his other tentacles ready to defend himself from his other sides in case this was some sort of decoy or trick.

    As he saw the shinigami race towards him, Kuraaken cackled, "Why hello there! I wonder if you'll scream as fast as the other shinigami! Let's find out, shall we? Hue hue hue!" He could almost see the bloodshed that was about to unfold. It was as intoxicating as the liquor Kuraaken almost constantly drank. Speaking of which, he decided to take another drink from it. Kuraaken hoped that this shinigami would be more fun to play with than the others. He hated to admit it, but there was only a certain amount of screams one could hear before it got to be a bit boring. 
 

[Col Arana]

The hollow brought his tentacles together to defend Aramis's downward thrust. Aramis's eyes narrowed. "Erase him, Revenant." He declared as the tip of his sword met the Hollow's tentacles. Aramis's sword pierced clearly through Kuraaken's tentacle, as it transformed. The change was fairly minor, and seemed aesthetic. The hilt of the blade became much more elaborate and golden in color. The blade gained a polished gleam that sparkled in the lights of Vegas. This blade, with its razor sharp point and edge, would pierce clear through the hollow's tentacles, though to such a creature, this would seem a minor wound. However, it would pierce straight through the first tentacle and at least touch the second one he had brought to defend.

Aramis briefly landed on his tentacle-- just long enough for Kuraaken to realize what was happening. "Do you fear the dark?" Aramis asked him, as he leapt off. It was this instant that Kuraaken would realize what was happening. The two tentacles that had touched Aramis's sword were fading away. Mere moments after Aramis had leapt off the tentacle, to land away from Kuraaken, the two tentacles that his zanpakuto had been in contact with disappeared. Vanished into nothingness. Kuraaken would feel no sensations. They had vanished from his sight, and even if he tried to make them thrash he would get no response from his nerves. They had simply ceased to be! Aramis said nothing more, but merely gazed intently at his adversary, who now appeared to be short two tentacles.

"What do you think of Revenant's power?" Aramis asked politely, but in a monotone. "Don't you believe the power... the power to erase anything one touches from existence a truly sublime one?" He asked, the faintest hint of a smirk crossing his face, as he used his free hand to adjust his glasses. Aramis might have entered a fencing stance now. If he was fighting a human. But Kuraaken was no human, and Aramis suspected his fencing stance would only inhibit his mobility against such a foe. Kuraaken was taunting him as he brought his other tentacles in to defend himself. "You are pulling your tentacles in defensively." Aramis noted. "Do you think they'll protect you from me?" He intoned, as he became a slow advance on the hollow, not willing to pass up the idea that he might have laid a trap for him, Revenant held out before him, ready to cut through his opponent at the first sign of an attack. If Kuraaken allowed Aramis to walk into range, he'd see him immediately make a quick cut at the nearest tentacle, clearly intending it to join its brethren.

Of course... Kuraaken's tentacles were not truly erased. Revenant did not possess that ability. Revenant was an illusion-type zanpakuto, that created the illusion that anything it touched ceased to exist. This, in a sense, was a failsafe for its wielder, as Aramis did not need to concern himself with erasing his own presence from existence with a misstep or by accidentally wounding himself. But for those under the influence of its power, and all those around them, anything Revenant cut would cease to be. It could not be seen, smelt, tasted, felt, or heard. Kuraaken would find that even his sense of balance was shifting to accomodate for the lost limbs that were still there. And Aramis was only too happy to reinforce the illusion that his technique truly erased one out of existence, to add an intonation of fear into his opponents. Even Aramis could not see through the illusion, which made it a useful tool as a mid-battle anaesthetic. Aramis could literally "erase" his own limbs from his senses, so that he could shut out and ignore any pain they may have been feeling.

Now... how would Kuraaken answer this development?

Reiatsu Remaining: 1500 (-200 for Shikai)
Shikai: 1/10

[Kuraaken]

"Well I do have to admit, that is quite the ability you got there," said Kuraaken in a surprisingly cheerful manner. "Didn't even sting, hue hue hue," he continued, following with a swig from his gourd. This is quite the predicament, he thought, not even worried about the loss of his tentacles, now what to do... hmm... The fact that he was thinking of a plan to counterattack with even from the moment that his tentacles vanished was plainly evident with the cock of his head. Apparently that didn't faze him all that much. Or maybe he just had one hell of a poker face. Or he could just be drunk like usual. In fact, it was probably that last one. 

Kuraaken immediately spread out his empathy pheromone, this time having it give a feeling similar to a sort of drunken stupor. The haze took on a blue hint, spreading out rapidly around the the hollow to its default range of 50 meters (or about 165 feet). This covered the ground at a surprising speed, and if Aramis didn't get out of range really fast, it's effect would be nigh instantaneous. This effect would make it much more easier for Kuraaken to win. Sure, the false sense of security and happiness that Aramis would feel wouldn't be to the point where he would let Kuraaken just waltz up and kill him, but it would give the hollow some place to start. And Kuraaken also decided to change the kind of poison coating his tentacles. He noticed in the corner of his eye that Aramis's blade was now coated with his blood thinning poison. Good thing that I'm immune to it though, thought Kuraaken. It would be quite stupid if he wasn't.

Anyway, back to Kuraaken's plan of attack. It was doubtful (extremely doubtful) that Aramis would escape the cloud without inhaling at least some of the poisonous gas. When it came to his tentacles, the kind of poison that Kuraaken had decided to coat his tentacles in was not deadly, but it would make his opponent much easier to defeat if he got Aramis infected with it. The only question would be how long it would take. Even a little would eventually give the full effect, and it was almost certain that Aramis would inhale at least some of the gas unless he had some sort of wind technique up his sleeve.

Positioning his tentacles in such a way that one was bound to wrap around Aramis if he tried to stab another tentacle, Kuraaken waited. With a couple of his back tentacles wrapped around a large object (he guessed it was a dumpster by the feel of it), Kuraaken prepared to throw it if Aramis ran out of range. With a long drink from his gourd, Kuraaken cackled into the night air, definitely feeling ready for whatever it was that his opponent was planning to do in reaction.

OOC: Reiatsu Points: 1130 - 125 = 1005 currently 

[Aramis Tezuka]

The Hollow didn't seem perturbed by his ability. Perhaps it was too feral to be afraid? Or perhaps it had a trick up its sleeve? Speaking of tricks up sleeves, Aramis had one trick that was a hell of a good one. His eyes focused in on the Hollow's response to losing two of its tentacles. It began to exude a gas. So then. This must be why it remained confident. "Hmm. It's true I cannot use my ability so easily against gasses." Aramis remarked, bringing his sword arm up across his face, using the sleeve of his shirt to cover his nose and mouth to defend against the gas-- seemingly open to attack for a brief instant. In the next instant, there was a flash of steel, and the gas around Aramis was pushed away, by a spinning chain, that had been procured from the Nakabakki's opposite sleeve. He whirled it rapidly, like a fan, blowing away the still forming gas, which, although rapidly spreading, couldn't be particularly thick yet. This was a makeshift defense that wouldn't hold up more than a few seconds. But a few seconds was all Aramis needed.

Aramis had advanced right up to Kuraaken by the time the gas was exuded, and made a sudden snap cut with the top three inches of his sword, to slice lightly across the tentacle nearest to him. Aramis was notably targeting the tentacles on only one side. Kuraaken would, for obvious reasons, find his balance thrown off by the loss of his first two limbs. By tailoring his attacks to one side, Aramis was attempting to completely destroy the Hollow's balance. Whether it be man, dog, spider or octopus, one would always find their balance compromised if all limbs on one side of the body were completely removed. A spider with four right legs and no left legs wasn't going to be going anywhere fast. But first he had to sever them. Then he had to deal with the gas.

His chain-fan defense would only hold up long enough for Aramis to make that one cut. The next instant, Aramis leapt skyward, rapidly kicking off the air ground in succession to reach the top of the buildings, out of Kuraaken's gas. For an opponent that used gas attacks, the narrow alleys would be a poor battleground. An open space like a rooftop would be far more favorable to Aramis. He wondered if the Hollow would be intelligent enough to figure that out. Far more likely, the feral creature would mindlessly pursue its prey, intent on avoiding allowing him to escape its grasp. And in that thought, a new strategy began to form in Aramis's mind, that almost caused him to smirk. "Are you an octopus?" He asked. "If I killed you and fried you, would you make delicious takoyaki?"

Reiatsu: 1500

[Kuraaken]

"Hue hue hue, I guess I've been underestimating you, haven't I?" Kuraaken said as his third tentacle was cut. That little cut didn't bother him, even if it did erase another tentacle. The reason that the hollow was unbothered by this turn of events is that his plan was working perfectly. Or almost perfectly, if the shinigami hadn't thought up that trick with the chain on his arm. But there was something a bit odd about this shinigami. They don't have chains usually, do they? Kuraaken thought to himself, Just what is he? Hue hue hue... quite the puzzle... Anyway, back to the plan. Thanks to the careful positioning of Kuraaken's tentacles, Aramis probably didn't even feel the tentacle that seemed to barely touch his ankle, digging in with its incisions and leaving poison in the small wound. Even now, Kuraaken expected the effects to become apparent to his opponent who was now at the top of the building next to the hollow.

Yes, the tentacle that the shinigami had served its purpose (as a decoy of sorts) in order for another tentacle to secrete its poison into Kuraaken's opponent. And thankfully, that poison happened to be the kind that would mess with his opponent's sense of balance. With two tentacles digging deep into each wall (creating large holes in them as a result) and the fifth still holding onto the garbage bin, Kuraaken began to climb. By the time he would reach the top, Kuraaken was sure that Aramis would find it extremely difficult to fight back due to the poison. Once Aramis could see Kuraaken, he would surely find a large garbage bin flying at his face, which would give the hollow enough time to clamber up onto the roof and prepare to face his adversary. It might take another tentacle to perform his plan, but Kuraaken was going to smash that shinigami the moment he touched a tentacle, having it impale itself on the blade in order to occupy it to allow the aforementioned smashing, hopefully breaking some bones. Hopefully the arms.  

Kuraaken bellowed loud and long in a maniacal laughter of what (hopefully) would soon be triumph. "Come at me shinigami! I am not afraid of you! Za ha ha ha ha ha!" Taking yet another swig from his gourd of alcohol, Kuraaken faced his almost-certainly dizzy opponent, ready to end this fight and begin the fun part of the night.  

[Aramis Tezuka]

Aramis's blow was swift and brilliantly executed. The tentacle, like the other two before it, disappeared into the aether, as if it had never been. Such was Revenant's power. Though Kuraaken underestimated Aramis's sensitive abilities. Feeling the tentacle brush against the back of his leg, Aramis swept Revenant back behind him an instant before jumping. If Kuraaken did not retract his tentacle instantly, this tentacle would also be cut by the tip of Revenant's blade, and join its brethren-- vanished from the realm by which they could be detected by senses alone. This backsweep did not interfere in Aramis's escape leap, however, using the air ground to perform a series of jumps to reach the top of the building. Perched on the rooftop, Aramis felt a sense of vertigo and swiftly lowered himself to one knee. Poison. I see. I was careless. Aramis frowned. C. Acceptable approach. I was able to remove another tentacle, and perhaps a second one after that. Half of his tentacles have been dispatched. However, if poison isn't short term, I will have difficulty.[/color] Aramis instantly took in his surroundings for his next assessment. Rooftops are a superior battlefield. Four possible escape routes that do not require any acrobatics to accomplish. Should be able to use them even if balance is compromised, provided legs still function.

Aramis heard the sound of the Hollow sliding up the building. Well. Sliding is too subtle a term to depict it. Scuttling? Or even rampaging? Hmmm.... Aramis would have to consider this wording. But that was good! It left Kuraaken open, he realized, and readied Revenant for the next exchange. He did not see Kuraaken coming up the building, but he could predict the approximate method in which he was rising up it. Good. Kuraaken was basically climbing with only half his limbs now. Aramis was dizzy, yes, but maintaining a solid base, with his crouched position. Almost now.... Kuraaken was close!

The instant Aramis saw the Hollow's tentacle rise over the ledge of the building to pull himself up onto the roof, Aramis's rapier lashed out, slashing at the appendage. Kuraaken couldn't see him yet. Aramis had not actually looked over the rooftop, and thus he would see Kuraaken's tentacle before Kuraaken would see him! If Kuraaken had chosen to throw the dumpster anyways, its aim would be quite poor, what with the hollow not know Aramis's location. Aramis wasn't aiming to impale the appendange at all-- merely slice it with the tip of his weapon. B. Acceptable. If sense of balance were in better condition could have waited until a second tentacle was up. Unlikely to cause Hollow to fall.[/color] Aramis analyzed in his mind, as Kuraaken's tentacle would almost certainly be unable to avoid being cut.

This would certainly dissuade Kuraaken from rising over the top of the building carelessly. Aramis was still prepared for any attacks Kuraaken might attempt in his condition, but reasoned the Hollow would have to be more cautious now. That said, it would be unlikely for Kuraaken to simply throw off that dumpster without visually confirming Aramis's location. Aramis's brow furrowed. .....D. Not a foolproof plan. If he possesses high level spatial awareness, such an assumption could be deadly. He may be able to predict my location from that cut, if he possesses such awareness. No doubt he would assume my loss of balance, as it was likely his own toxins that engineered it.[/color] Aramis determined.

Nonetheless, if Kuraaken HAD thrown the dumpster and if it had indeed been on target, Aramis's response would be quite simple. Bringing his rapier to bear, Aramis would perform a rare slashing strike at it as it flew at him, splitting the dumpster neatly in two. The cheap metals that composed a dumpster like that would be no match for the spiritual steel of Aramis's zanpakuto. The dumpster would be split in two, separating on both sides, and parting around Aramis-- slowly fading from existence, the instant before it struck the ground. And indeed, it was fortunate the rooftop was bare, or the secret of Aramis's Revenant would have been revealed! His weapon's greatest weakness was of course, that Revenant did NOT erase matter from existence, but merely created the illusion that it did-- rendering anything that came into contact with the blade impossible to detect with any of their physical senses, and making it difficult to detect them even with reiatsu senses.

Were there debris on the rooftop, it would have undoubtedly given away this trait of Revenant as it would have been scattered by the dumpster. As it stood, the split dumpster had certainly coated the rooftop in garbage, but the undetectable dumpsters did not give away this, to any but the absolute most perceptive of viewers who might have, after some inspection, noticed that the garbage had fallen a little oddly in a handful of places. Such an observation in the middle of a heated battle, however, was unlikely to occur from someone like Kuraaken.

Reiatsu: 1500
Shikai: 3/10

[Kuraaken]

Goddamit! Kuraaken thought as yet another tentacle was cut. The hollow realized that now he had only three tentacles to work with, but hopefully that would be enough. As the tentacle that was cut disappeared, Kuraaken flung the garbage can in that direction. As his opponent cut through it the hollow was able to clamber up onto the building, as well as grab a little “treat”. Or hostage, it could be either one really. Or she rather, not it, in order to be correct. Because as Kuraaken climbed on top of the building, a tentacle that was already dug into the wall was able to sneak in a little deeper into the building and grab a women out of her bed (which was thankfully in an outer room). The tentacle passed the human up into Kuraaken’s arms, where his arms held the woman by the back of her shirt.



“Well, well, what have we here?” Kuraaken said to his opponent. As he did so, the hollow stuck his remaining tentacles straight down into the building. If that shinigami came too close, then up they would go. And one would definetly be able to wrap around and kill the shinigami. Sure, the hollow usually tortured his prey, but this one was just too dangerous. As soon as he got the chance, Kuraaken would kill and devour the shinigami. “Hue hue hue. Aren’t you supposed to protect humans like her from big bad monsters like me? Well now’s your chance to prove it then.” Giggling maniacally, Kuraaken wrapped his arm around the woman’s chest in order to both grab her bicep and restrain her at the same time. With his other hand, Kuraaken grabbed the lady’s forearm. If he pulled back with one arm, it would meet with resistance from the elbow, but it would be child’s play for him to break it. And he did just that, the scream of the human almost overlapping the sound of bones cracking sounding like music to his ears.



“I’ll make this simple for ya. I want ya to drop yer sword and walk over here nice and slowly, arms wide open. No funny business, or that arm’s gonna be the least of her worries. Za ha ha ha ha!” Kuraaken continued as his faceplate detached from its position and now formed the bottom jaw of a wide gaping jaw. complete with a long tongue, surrounded by a row of sharp teeth. Surprisingly, his speech was almost unaffected. “I’m wonderin’ somethin’. Can she feel me grabbing her? Will she know its teeth that'll bite into her? Hue hue hue,” Kuraaken was either going to eat that annoying shinigami, or he was going to prove that they weren't all as high and mighty with their lofty goals as those shinigami thought they were. It was pretty much a win-win situation for him



Although, Kuraaken had a feeling that something might not go as planned, so he his jaw right around the woman’s head. It was definitely large enough, as it was generally capable of swallowing human-sized creatures whole. Now if Kuraaken saw any sort of movement he didn’t like, all he had to do was snap his jaw shut and swallow the woman. Normally he would have taken more time to make her scream, but the hollow was getting a tad desperate. Kuraaken decided that he might as well coat his tentacles in a drug, as only pheromones could override pheromones, drugs override drugs, ect, when it came to the hollow’s ability. And since his opponent was afflicted with a poison-category chemical, he could still be affected with a pheromone and drug.



Specifically the hollow chose a drug that would cause his opponent to recede into a fearful state of mind. His opponent would see a hallucination of the shinigami’s worse fear appear right in front of them. Not only this, but Kuraaken would appear more frightful and fear-inducing as well. This was assuming that the octopus-hollow could get the poison into the shinigami. With his tentacles buried into the building, they weren’t an option. So, without even moving his mouth from its current position, Kuraaken spat out the poison in a voluminous amount towards where the shinigami laid crouching. They had a little bit of distance between them, so this form of attack was chosen to capitalize on that factor. Anyways, Kuraaken knew that with his poison inside the shinigami, it would be pretty difficult for his opponent to avoid this attack.



Even so, this shinigami had proven himself to be a tough opponent. So just in case, Kuraaken made sure he had one arm free, the other one restraining the girl. Her screams had quieted down to moans and whimpers already. Kuraaken giggled, but unfortunately he couldn’t take a drink from his gourd. Doing so might give his opponent a chance (no matter how small it would be) to attack and force Kuraaken to release the girl, even with his jaw around her head.


“Hurry up now, I don’t like waitin’! Za ha ha ha ha ha! Watcha gonna do now shinigami?”




OOC: 1005 - 100 = 905 reiatsu currently

[Aramis Tezuka]

So Kuraaken had taken a hostage, had he? That was unfortunate... but it seemed the Hollow was mad. Or stupid. Possibly both. Not for taking a hostage, or asking Aramis to drop his weapon. That only made him a coward, albeit a coward with a semblance of common sense. No, it was idiotic, because only moments prior he'd stricken Aramis with a toxin that destroyed his sense of balance! Aramis couldn't stand at the moment, let alone walk over to him. "A curious beast. Does not the Komodo Dragon know the effects of its own bite? Does a spider not realize its own poison?" He asked Kuraaken, with an upturned eyebrow. Very slowly, and carefully, Aramis pulled back the sleeve of his arm left arm-- the much longer one. Now Kuraaken would see the long chain that wound around it, which ended in a heavy weight. Aramis brought Revenant up, and dragged the tip across each link of the chain, each link disappearing into nothing. A symbolic disarmament? Well. Not to someone who knew what Revenant really did. But the Hollow didn't.

Aramis then looked at the Hollow in amusement. "How does one disarm themselves of something they cannot drop?" He asked. Was he implying that it was impossible for him to drop his zanpakuto? He let his sleeve drop back down to cover his arm once more. Or was he noting what would happen, were he to drop his zanpakuto, in such a manner that its blade touched the rooftop. "Your demands are those of a coward. And a foolish one. You ask me to approach when I cannot stand, and ask me to drop a blade that should never be dropped." He remarked. "Do you believe I may sheath it?" He pressed. "Or perhaps slide it into my belt?" He continued to press, now holding the blade in both hands, as he seemed to bring the blade closer to his belt to do just that, and then pausing, as if puzzling how to do so without connecting it, his right hand's fingers fiddling upon the hilt.

Aramis was one who knew Revenant's abilities. The Hollow did not. The idle fiddling of his fingers was not merely out of impatience or irritation, but an attempt to maneuver the chain he had erased mere moments ago, but which still hung from his arm, undetectable to any of the senses. Even his own. Nonetheless, he knew how the chain hung, and though it was monstrously awkward, he could adequately disguise his attempts as mere impatient fiddling, as he awaited the Hollow's answer.

In actuality, he was tossing his Sinner's chain across the guard of his Zanpakuto. Undetectable, it was impossible for the hollow to know this. All the Hollow knew was that Aramis had disposed of one of his two weapons. And now he stood, as if trying to determine what to do with the other. "Do you have a suggestion, Mr. Hollow?" He asked the creature tauntingly, waiting as well, to see if the poison, inhibiting his balance was in any way fading away.

Reiatsu: 1500
Shikai: 4/10

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+200 to aramis
+200 ttp to kuraaken