Post by Myzaraphiston Synderfell on Nov 29, 2014 15:17:03 GMT -5
Myza was more in touch with the Arrancar of Kouhai's army than most would think. Sure, she may have spent long periods of time cooped up in her laboratory or out in the field gathering supplies for her experiments than actually conversing with them, but such measures were mostly unnecessary in order for her to learn of her colleagues. Indeed, just their mere presence within the palace that was Los Noches was more than enough to give the Septima the information she needed, even if it was in bits and pieces at a time. The method behind this information-gathering was simple: The Septima simply focused her energy-sensing capabilities on whatever lower-ranked individuals gathered her interest while she was waiting for results or in-between instructive lessons for the Lesser Races that she captured, and saw what glimpses of their pasts that she could. Given a long enough time, she could learn quite a bit about a person, and they would never even know that she was doing it.
Of course, the Septima did have some self-imposed limitations on who she would read. Those higher ranked than her, such as Rio, Adalo, Kuroi, and other such members of the Espada, were exempt from her observation, even if none of them could actually stop her from reading them if she so wished, nor even be aware of her capabilities in that field. A combination of respect, acknowledgement of their power, and fear helped to ensure that she followed this rule. And after all, they were among the Most Fit of the Chosen People. Their experiences were their own, and they all understood the universal truth of being an Arrancar.
Everyone else was a welcome target, though. And so Myza read them like books during her downtime, idly glancing through their memories when her immediate attention was not required. Some had pasts that were snarls of other lives, ones who had been consumed, yet refused to fully submit to the superiority of the soul who reigned over them. Some were tormented and angry, ready to lash out against anyone or anything because of the lessons their life had taught them. And some... Well, some were merely mad, broken beyond repair by their own choices. But all served as lessons in unfolding the mystery of the transition from Hollow to Arrancar without the aid of Kouhai's bauble. And so, regardless of the invasion of their privacy, of their beliefs, of their own hidden terrors, Myza would study them, like a scientist watching rats in a maze.
But sometimes, the Mistress of Pain would find something that required more attention, something that would force her from her clinical disinterest into direct action. It was in Aurora Guerrero, one of the Trecera's Fraccion, that Myza found one such thing, something that required her intervention. She found the one thing that no member of God's Chosen People should have possessed: Weakness. Her spiritual capabilities were such as they were, and she dared to align herself to one supposedly only below Lord Kuroi and Lord Adalo themselves in power?! Such a sin could not, would not go unpunished! The Septima knew that the removal of one's mask could weaken you for a while from personal experience, but that was no excuse. Something had to be done about this girl immediately.
With only the time it took to change into her battle outfit slowing her down, the Septima marched towards the spiritual signature of the Fraccion, letting her energy serve as a herald of her arrival. While not as impressive as the energy the high-tiered Espada possessed, it was still formidable, and seemed to actively oppress those who felt it. It was energy that promised nothing but cold, calculated pain for pain's sake, that felt like it was already caressing your skin with a blade in preparation for an agonizingly exact slice. Even among Arrancar, beings hardly known for their kind demeanor, Myza's reiatsu felt like raw, concentrated evil.
This feeling would be completely at odds with the woman who entered the room, however. She was tall, taller than most of the other Espada. Indeed, even Adalo and Rio possessed less stature than the woman entering the room But even more surprising was that she was beautiful. Her figure was practically nothing but soft curves, curves only accentuated by the skin-tight white outfit that she wore. Her face was perfectly proportioned, with the only blemish upon her face being the spindly seven tattooed on her cheek. Indeed, she would be a picture of absolute beauty were it not for a few details.
The first was the mask, half of a grotesque rictus grin that covered a good portion of her face. It was a smile not of mirth and comfort, but of nothing more than teeth and threats. The second was the chain wrapped around her waist. It was glossy and jet black, with the look that any blood that got on it would simply slide off. A serrated hook hung at each side, one that looked like it could cut through flesh butter without even the slightest feeling of resistance or open up a jagged wound with just the slightest flick of the wrist on its wielder's part. Along the links in the chain were countless barbs, ones that could cling to any appendage that was unfortunate enough to be grasped by the weapon. And lastly, there was the hole that went right through her pelvis, one that anyone could see through. It held a disturbing sense all it's own, one that defied normal conventions of how anatomy should work. This would be the sight that Aurora was confronted with as the Septima pointed to her.
"Aurora Guerrero," the Septima would say, her tone happy and bubbly while still containing a certain edge to it. "You will come with me. Immediately. Your current status is a sin that I will not allow to continue, even if the Espada who governs you sees fit for it to do so."
Of course, the Septima did have some self-imposed limitations on who she would read. Those higher ranked than her, such as Rio, Adalo, Kuroi, and other such members of the Espada, were exempt from her observation, even if none of them could actually stop her from reading them if she so wished, nor even be aware of her capabilities in that field. A combination of respect, acknowledgement of their power, and fear helped to ensure that she followed this rule. And after all, they were among the Most Fit of the Chosen People. Their experiences were their own, and they all understood the universal truth of being an Arrancar.
Everyone else was a welcome target, though. And so Myza read them like books during her downtime, idly glancing through their memories when her immediate attention was not required. Some had pasts that were snarls of other lives, ones who had been consumed, yet refused to fully submit to the superiority of the soul who reigned over them. Some were tormented and angry, ready to lash out against anyone or anything because of the lessons their life had taught them. And some... Well, some were merely mad, broken beyond repair by their own choices. But all served as lessons in unfolding the mystery of the transition from Hollow to Arrancar without the aid of Kouhai's bauble. And so, regardless of the invasion of their privacy, of their beliefs, of their own hidden terrors, Myza would study them, like a scientist watching rats in a maze.
But sometimes, the Mistress of Pain would find something that required more attention, something that would force her from her clinical disinterest into direct action. It was in Aurora Guerrero, one of the Trecera's Fraccion, that Myza found one such thing, something that required her intervention. She found the one thing that no member of God's Chosen People should have possessed: Weakness. Her spiritual capabilities were such as they were, and she dared to align herself to one supposedly only below Lord Kuroi and Lord Adalo themselves in power?! Such a sin could not, would not go unpunished! The Septima knew that the removal of one's mask could weaken you for a while from personal experience, but that was no excuse. Something had to be done about this girl immediately.
With only the time it took to change into her battle outfit slowing her down, the Septima marched towards the spiritual signature of the Fraccion, letting her energy serve as a herald of her arrival. While not as impressive as the energy the high-tiered Espada possessed, it was still formidable, and seemed to actively oppress those who felt it. It was energy that promised nothing but cold, calculated pain for pain's sake, that felt like it was already caressing your skin with a blade in preparation for an agonizingly exact slice. Even among Arrancar, beings hardly known for their kind demeanor, Myza's reiatsu felt like raw, concentrated evil.
This feeling would be completely at odds with the woman who entered the room, however. She was tall, taller than most of the other Espada. Indeed, even Adalo and Rio possessed less stature than the woman entering the room But even more surprising was that she was beautiful. Her figure was practically nothing but soft curves, curves only accentuated by the skin-tight white outfit that she wore. Her face was perfectly proportioned, with the only blemish upon her face being the spindly seven tattooed on her cheek. Indeed, she would be a picture of absolute beauty were it not for a few details.
The first was the mask, half of a grotesque rictus grin that covered a good portion of her face. It was a smile not of mirth and comfort, but of nothing more than teeth and threats. The second was the chain wrapped around her waist. It was glossy and jet black, with the look that any blood that got on it would simply slide off. A serrated hook hung at each side, one that looked like it could cut through flesh butter without even the slightest feeling of resistance or open up a jagged wound with just the slightest flick of the wrist on its wielder's part. Along the links in the chain were countless barbs, ones that could cling to any appendage that was unfortunate enough to be grasped by the weapon. And lastly, there was the hole that went right through her pelvis, one that anyone could see through. It held a disturbing sense all it's own, one that defied normal conventions of how anatomy should work. This would be the sight that Aurora was confronted with as the Septima pointed to her.
"Aurora Guerrero," the Septima would say, her tone happy and bubbly while still containing a certain edge to it. "You will come with me. Immediately. Your current status is a sin that I will not allow to continue, even if the Espada who governs you sees fit for it to do so."