[RAMPAGE] Caza De Luna Sangriento [DP, R]

[Santa Ajora]

Rage.

Familiar.

"What is your name?" whispered the flesh directly beneath Kisala as it sought to slither over her feet and hold her in place as it grew, already 14 feet higher than it had been just a moment ago. Kisala had made a mistake showing up behind Ajora, as the hollow was remaining completely stationary, allowing the flesh to grow up along her body, so that when Kisala appeared behind her, she would have to be close, and that flesh would creep up her body, thick bundles of tendons slithering around her to hold her down.

When that wind shuriken was pulled back, ready to be thrown, a muzzle emerged from the ground between her legs before it fired, though it would not make a single sound, silenced completely as five bullets of bone rocketed from it's muzzle to pepper Kisala from below, those bullets aiming to plow into her navel, chest, and groin, intent on catching the woman by surprise as those glowing yellow eyes locked onto the shinigami as Ajora's head turned only after the weapon had fired.

Of course, if Kisala endeavored to throw that shuriken anyways, she would indeed score paydirt, that big windmill of reiatsu shredding forth and slicing into Ajora's body, not fast enough to dodge completely as those wing blades sheared into her massive body, cutting through the flesh above her hip and just nicking her ribs, which is what caused the hollow to suddenly HISS viciously, with what looked like a very seriuous wound as it shredded through what would normally be a good ammount of intestines.

However, that follow-up of attempting to spin the shuriken above her head was ambitious. To be so close to Ajora, and still try such an attack. While her body was finishing up the throw and she noticed Kisala seeming to move into another attack, that whip-like tail lanced out, snaking as it surged in and aimed to wrap around Kisala's elbows and snare them. Of course, this would not move Santa away from Kisala's attack if she was somehow able to execute it despite being held, however it would make it so that Ajora could squeeze with her monsterous hollow strength, more than strong enough to break the woman's forearms, if she didn't stop that wind attack.

After all, Ajora wanted to talk. Assuming the shinigami did not interrupt her with an attack that would force more...vicious action.


"What is your name? Is it not courtesy? I am Santaja Ajora. She whose head you have intended o sever." She spoke calmly, which would certainly seem strange despite the hit she had just taken. There was indeed pain in her voice. But not because of her flesh. That thing had hit her bone, the edge of her lower ribs, part of her real body. Not that Kisala would know that. She would at most, derive that Ajora was in a lot less pain than she aught to be. But of course, with that growing flesh garden slithering up her thighs, assuming she wasn't staying on the move, she would have other things vying for her attention.

"You are so beautiful. You make me so jealous, I almost do not want to eat you."

-100 + 150 Reiatsu for Corpse Bandit: shooter Gun and Ammunition, Bullet-fed type. (+25 Reiatsu for silencing (From Graveyard Armory))
Clip Status: 25/30 Rounds remaining
Bullet Speed: 800
Shots are Silenced, making no noise

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{Techs in Use}

Arsenal de Cementarios
(Graveyard Armory)

Class 4

This technique allows weapons produced by Ajora's power to gain durability and power as though it were a release weapon. By infusing a weapon with reiatsu and paying 150 reiatsu in the process, Ajora can generate weapons from her Garden with durability comparable to spiritual release weapons (Though inferior, they will only require a 75% superiority to cut cleanly through instead of the normal 100% superiority necessary in true spirit weapons). This can only apply to weapons a maximum of 3 meters in length. With her skills in Crafting, she can even make weapons specially designed to be stealthy, such that they are completely silenced when in use (Requires a 1 in crafting skill) or even stained black in her blood so that they cannot be seen without at least 100 senses (Requires a 2 in crafting skill), though any techniques channeled through the weapon will still set off an enemy's ES. Silencing a weapon adds 25 reiatsu to the cost, and staining adds 50 to the cost.


Bandido de Cadáveres: Tirador
(Corpse Bandit: Shooter)

Class 3

This technique dictates Ajora's ability to create firearms and ammunition with her passive ability. This technique allows Ajora to form working viable firearms as well as ammunition for them with the span of her abilities, though doing so costs reiatsu unlike her passive. Creating a firearm costs 100 reiatsu, creating a weapon which fires projectiles at a speed of 500 and is loaded by simple Bolt-type ammunition generated by her passive ability and as such costs nothing to make ammo and fire.
However, if she makes a munition-type weapon which fires bullet-type rounds, then generating this ammo costs 150 reiatsu, producing a clip of 15 rounds which fire by detonating stored reiatsu (With a 2 in Biochemistry, this produces a clip of 30 as Ajora can use natural combinations of biochemicals to facilitate the firing as opposed to pure reiatsu). These bullets fire at a speed of 800.

For 300 reiatsu, she can produce a clip of five high-caliber rounds, requiring a 3 in Firearms Crafting. These rounds are armor-piercing, meaning that when making contact with spiritual weapons, they only require a 50% superiority to go clean through as opposed to the normal 100% superiority requirement. With a 3 in biochemistry, this produces a clip of 20 instead of 5, as natural chemicals produced by her ability can be applied to more bullets with the same amount of reiatsu. These rounds fire at 1000 speed, and can NEVER be silenced.

-275 reiatsu total
3325/3750 reiatsu remaining

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala felt as if she was going to be sick. All the flesh around her was enough to make even a veteran pause. The way it was moving, as if it was alive controlled by that thing. Something about this hollow in particular made her angry. Maybe it was the way that it used the flesh and bone of its shinigami victims, or maybe it had to do with everything that was happening outside of the battle, either way it was clear that she was letting her emotions dictate the battle instead of her head. She was far closer to the hollow than she would any other foe. She preferred to throw her shuriken, and cyclone techniques from a relative distance. Something must be distracting her if she isn't doing that at all.

Again the hollow asked for Kisala's name. She was tempted to not give it, but she couldn't let her foul mood get the best of her completely. She sensed something below her when she was about to throw her wind shuriken. Her skills in sensing energy allowed her to locate the object below her. Instead of throwing it, she held into it and used her advanced air ground to form another platform under her in order to use shunpu with. She jumped off a bit off balance managing to avoid the bullets and get a little higher as well. She would use it again to make a circular platform at her current elevation to continue running around. The hollow asked for her name again bringing manners into it. 

"If you must know, my name is Kisala Shihoin, vice captain of squad 2." The hollow had given Kisala her name, though she wasn't planning on letting this hollow live long enough for Kisala to have to remember it. The hollow remarked on Kisala's beauty. Kisala never considered it much. She would rather let her actions and personality define her instead of her looks. "Well arn't I lucky then?" Kisala said sarcastically when it mention that it almost didn't want to eat her. Though it felt odd. She never expected that a hollow would be jealous of a shinigami especially in something as trivial as looks. Kisala was slightly curios. "So, you got aspirations of being better looking, or just jealous of people looking better than you?" Some of Kisala's usual spunk was coming through as she took a verbal jab at the hollow. She would throw the shuriken once she was on the side of the hollow on its left. 

Refunding 200 reiatsu for shredding cyclone never going off) 7425
-100 from shunpo and advance air ground 2x 7325/8000

[Santa Ajora]

Her eyes did not miss that air platform, and as soon as Kisala evaded using shunpo, she would be forced to create another one, as everything around them was covered with flesh. She would either have to make a new platform, or step into that growing garden of flesh, in either case, she would not escape it. With a sudden miniscule shift of reiatsu, which would blend into the reiatsu felt all over from that growing flesh, Ajora sped up the growth of the flesh, waiting until Kisala was in the midst of her throw before the ground beneath the woman suddenly exploded upward.

A trremendous pillar of flesh and sharp bony spikes erupted up toward the sky in a massive surge of fleshthe sheer size and speed of the burst in that brief moment eliminating most means of evasion as no less than 35 square feet were involved in the area affected. That sudden explosion of upward flesh moving worlds faster than the already-rapid growth from before, a monolith 140 feet in height exploding from the area around Kisala, even if she had been standing on a reishi platform, it was rich with reiatsu and would easily allow her garden to grow from it the moment it was used.

Raising her hand, Ajora focused on that pillar, and then clenched her fingers into a fist, that massive tomb of flesh and bone suddenly contracting with her full strength, needles of bone and tree-thick bundles of muscles clamping down in an effort to immobilize and damage the shinigami. She trusted that a vice captain would not die so easily, relying on what she hoped would be a sturdy body on the part of the shinigami. And it was only after the sudden attack that Ajora would reply, even that flesh and bone surrounding Kisala would speak, directly into her ear in some cases, no doubt the feel of mouths talking against her skin would only add to the woman's displeasure.

"I am aware of my disgusting form. I cannot stop my garden from growing, I cannot help looking as such. And so.....yes. I envy one who can be so unrepulsive." she wheezed, as that firearm produced earlier slithered up and into her body, hiding inside of her fleshy form. It still had a good ammount of ammo held inside of it, and being able to just poke it out of any part of her body would make it an excellent check if the woman attempted to attack her again if she somehow managed to break her way out of that fleshy prison.

At that point, long snakes of tendons with needles at the tips would begin digging through that huge prison, intent on finding her. Ajora had plans, after all, and those slithering ligaments would seek to close in on Kisala's likely-immobilized body to begin stabbing into her flesh, and sweing into her body as if she were a length of cloth, stringing her limbs with those snaking vines as Ajora's own twisted plans slowly bloomed a bloody fruition.

-350 Reiatsu for Lucolo Amplexus
Base Flesh Growth: 7 feet per post
Multiplier at 0-10 feet from Ajora: ((10x)x2)= 20x
Height of Flesh Growth: 140 feet
Area of Effect: 35 square feet

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{Technique in use}

Loculo Amplexus
(Coffin's Embrace)
Class 7-1

Effect
This technique allows a sudden surge of energy be sent to a specific area that is seeded by Cannibal's delight. This causes a (10+5 per class above 7 (10 at class 7, 20 at class 5)) square foot zone to form at any seeded spot (if the actual seeded area is less than this, then the seed spreads to fit the parameters as the extra area is seeded by Ajora's own reiatsu) and causes a sudden burst of flesh and bone to grow explosively from the spot. If any allies are put in contact with the new growth, for an extra 25 reiatsu, Ajora can have it immediately wrap around their body (if they are willing), forming a thick layer of cadaver-ific armor around their bodies. Allies engulfed in these suits of flesh-bone armor are given sensory connection to it, allowing them to sense as though it were a part of their body and even allowing them to control any extremities that the armor features, though any attack that uses neural poisons or spiritual corruptions will only effect the armor and will protect the wearer. Reiatsu-based effects and poisons must completely destroy and kill a set of armor before it can infect the person inside.

Drawback/Cost
The surge of flesh produces 10x the normal amount of corpsey growth in a single post (10 feet), which is mitigated by how close or far it is from Ajora. The normal range for this technique is 20 meters. From 21-30 meters, only half of this amount is produced, and from 0-10 meters, double this amount is produced. This technique costs 75 reiatsu +25 per class above seven (75 at 7, 375 at class 1), this does not include the necessary activation cost for having the growth form around an ally as armor.

Strength in use: Full (600)

2950/3750 reiatsu remaining

[Kisala Shihoin]

A sudden surge in reiatsu, and a bad feeling in her stomach, told Kisala she needed to get out of there. She jumped from the circular platform she was running along in the direction of the nearest part of the bone wall. She would make a vertical platform of reiatsu and continue to run as a massive pillar of flesh sprung from the floor at incredible speeds. At this point she was roughly ten feet up and rising with her running speed, but she knew she wasn't going to out run the pillar of flesh. She used shunpo again to gain some ground. She turned the platform to get over the wall. She could see the rest of the Sereitei just over the wall, but something stopped her. 

Her left arm was caught in the pillar of flesh. The slimy flesh smelled something fierce, and was completely disgusting to the touch. She screamed in pain as the bone needles pierced her flesh, and the mass of muscle crushed her arm. "I am aware of my disgusting form. I cannot stop my garden from growing, I cannot help looking as such. And so.....yes. I envy one who can be so unrepulsive." Kisala pulled trying to get free, but she wasn't budging that way. She can hear her voice all around her, from far away, and also right in her ear. It sent shivers down Kisala's spine. After a moment she had an idea. She placed a mark on the flesh in contact with her hand. Then she immediately formed a tracking needle in the same hand. The presence of a reiatsu attack set off the sand pit trap. "Why don't we just sand some of that ugliness off then!"

Every part of the mass of flesh thirty feet from the mark would turn into thick quicksand. The quicksand was meant to immobilize weak enemies, but that's not what Kisala had in mind. Now that her arm was free she pulled it out and used another advanced air ground platform to escape the bone cage. Her arm hurt like hell. Blood dripped from it from multiple punctures, and it didn't seem that it was going to be moving any time soon. She jumped onto the roof of a nearby building and spun her shuriken sword. This time she had distance to use her Shredding Cyclone hitting the bone wall, and everything behind it with wind with a strength of 800. Not only that, but numerous blades of wind would follow hidden within the cyclone.

Kisala aimed the cyclone so that Santa would be in the middle of it taking the full brunt of the wind and barrage of blades aiming to slice her, and anything around her to ribbons. Unless she was braced with something equal to Kisala's spiritual pressure, first the wall of bone would be pushed back into her, then the wind would push her back into the far side of the wall pinning her for the blades to rip apart. If she continued to survive that. The wall behind the hollow would be pushed back as well sending them both flying backwards. The effective range would only push them a yard or two away by that point, but the force of the wind could carry them virtually out the way they had come. 

300 for Sand Pit and Tracking Needle 7025

[Santa Ajora]

She had to admit, whatever that strange seal ability was, Santaja had never felt a reiatsu signature quite like it. However, Ajora had a powerful reiatsu strength, and while Kisala was certainly designed to have powerful release abilities, her own reiatsu strength was weak, and so the structure of her pillar remained uneffected by that strange spell, instead of turning into sand, Kisala would feel something much more horrible happen.

Needles of bone slithered into her arm, under her skin, and began slithering up her arm. The shinigami would be forced to watch as those strings of ligaments slithered beneath her skin, gliding up her arm and stringing through her body. Several more needles suddenly bursting from the pillar that had her helf and piercing her body, stringing itself through her legs, arms, torso, every inch of her body connected, as Ajora literally strung the woman like a puppet. And with the incredible strength that Ajora held, and with their speed being the same, Kisala would not be able to resist as Ajora FORCED the woman's body to move to her whim. Her inability to escape that pillar ensuring that she would not be able to evade.

Kisala would feel those thick strings of ligaments forcing her body, the flesh pulling away from her arm, ad she was forced to kneel, those strings moving the girl as though she were a puppet. As Ajora moved around, those strings keeping Kisala from moving a muscle without Ajora's say so, the hollow feeling that with how many times Kisala had moved her body, presumably her zan was useless unless it was being spun. So she moved in and made Kisala float on down to her, held up by the strings that would be controlling her body from the inside. No doubt an unpleasant sensation.

"I can feel it. Under that pretty skin, you look just like me." She rasped as Kisala would FEEL eyes forming inside of her body along the surface of those ligaments. Eyes, mouths, fingers. But it did not grow out of control. Ajora made sure of that. She forced some of thse needles up along underneath the skin, migrating them up along Kisala's neck until they were slithering underneath the flesh of her face. "I don't have the dexterity to work your tongue and mouth for you. So bear with me? Just say that I am prettier than you." the abomination deduced, even as flesh, black blood, and guts sloughed from her disgusting body.

"Confess that you are weak. That I am beautiful. And I will only consume as much of you as I need to sustain my evolution. And I will let you live with....most of your limbs intact." She commanded. She was being uncharacteristically merciful. But... she was always a quirky hollow. An enigma, and... giving this shinigami the opportunity to survive? It was just one of many....bad decisions that always floated around Ajora. IT was likely what separated her from being truly terrifying. What kept her from being the threat she could truly be.

-400 Reiatsu for Maestro's Sinew

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{Technique in use}

Maestro in Nervum
(Maestro's Sinew)
Class 7-1

Effect
This technique causes a sudden burst of ligaments and tendons from any surface seeded with her Cannibal's delight. This tendon obstructs an area rapidly, allowing it to form wire-barriers up to 10(+10 for every class above 7 (70 at class 1) square meters in size. Each tendon and ligament not only has durability similar to Ajora's bone, but also can be attached to the body of an ally and strung through a willing ally's body, lacing their flesh and bone like a puppet. The ligament and tendons then neurally connect with the target, allowing them to control their own body via these strings, allowing them to move normally without having to worry about mobility restrictions as a result of injury or negative reiatsu effects. There is, however, a brief delay before the neural connection is made, and as such if an ally needs to be moved immediately while this connection is still being made, Ajora cna move their body at a speed and strength equal to her own while it is still linking up. In addition, an ally using these strings has access to both Ajora's and their own speed/strength, and can use whichever is higher so long as the strings are in their body.

Drawback/Cost
Delay from the neural link. Additionally has a considerably high cost of 150 reiatsu(+50 per class above 7 (450 at class 1)) and requires Ajora's concentration if she is manipulating her ally during the neural connection process. An unwilling victim can immediately resist this technique if their strength and speed are superior to Ajora's.

2550/3750 Reiatsu Remaining

[Kisala Shihoin]

The moment the sand trap failed she knew that she fucked up. She felt something enter her hand and start to spread its way all over her body. Multiple pieces of bone and tendon pierced her body stringing her up like a marionette. She screamed in pain and disgust feeling the things slowly spread under her skin controlling her movements. She was tossed around like a mere toy. Helpless against the enemy that she had been training to fight and defeat for the betterment of the Soul Society and the Human World. Now she was its prey. She was being toyed with like a small child playing with his food before eating it. Despair and horror began to sink in. 

She managed to hold on to her Zanpakuto. The only thing that was able to keep her alive. The only thing that gave her any shred of hope for living. After a few minutes of being whipped around, Kisala was brought down to face the hollow itself.  "I can feel it. Under that pretty skin, you look just like me." Kisala growled feebly trying to pull free. "We are noth--" he grunted feeling eyes and other things forming inside her body. She felt the muscles moving closer to her head feeling them crawl up her neck. Kisala was sure that the hollow would choke the life from her as it ate her. "I don't have the dexterity to work your tongue and mouth for you. So bear with me? Just say that I am prettier than you."

Kisala avoided the eyes of the hollow, at least the ones on her physical body, until she said that last part. Kisala was confused. Scared, but still confused. "Confess that you are weak. That I am beautiful. And I will only consume as much of you as I need to sustain my evolution. And I will let you live with....most of your limbs intact." Kisala couldn't believe it, no she wouldn't believe it. How could she expect a hollow to make a promise like that let alone keep it. Still it wasn't like she had any other options. No help was coming now. Kisala would have gone limp in the grip of the hollow if it didn't have control of her own muscles. Her eyes closed the sound of her Zanpakuto could be heard hitting the ground.

"You're prettier..." She mumbled at first. Tears started to fall from her orange eyes. "Your more beautiful and stronger than me! Are you happy now!?" Kisala was practically screaming. "Just kill me and be done with it." It was clear that her spirit was just about as broken as her arm. Tears streamed down her smooth tanned cheeks, and the pain in her arm was constant. Her body trembled from fatigue and fear alike. She closed her eyes waiting for death to claim her. She braced herself as best she could. She tried to calm herself, but she couldn't. She just wanted this all to end. She couldn't face her sister or her captain now. Just end it!

[Santa Ajora]

Santaja was....beyond impressed. So many shinigami insulted hollows, saw them as...nothing. Even in death, so many shinigami had refused to admit their inferiority. SO many had still spit in her face, vowed she would be destroyed. But THIS one? They reminded her so much of that shinigami she had kidnapped so very long ago. Of the Captain who had been so respectful during their exchange. She was enamored, and it almost stung. That the woman was so beautiful not only in body, but also in spirit.

"You actually did it..." She mused, and stared at Kisala, listening to that sobbing, seeing those tears run down the girl's face. She was a monster. A killer. A cruel being through and through. She could deal with tears of pain. But emotional tears like this? Oh it melted her nonexistent heart~ She moved in and crouched before the kneeler, manipulating their body so that they lifted their head, and Ajora reached in to gently run her flesh-dripping fingersa soothingly along Kisala's cheeks. "Oh you poor sweetie. I don't think anyone has ever taken that deal. What a poor baby." she cooed, and then narrowed her eyes.

"I am impressed. Never has a shinigami ever taken me seriously. They have taken me as a threat. But to admit defeat? To treat me like they would an arrancar? You have earned my respect dearie. Which is why, I won't mar that pretty ksin of yours." and suddenly Kisala would be in agony, as those mouths on the inside of her body, started ripping chunks of muscle out of her body. She would feel her muscles, her nonessential organs, all of it being ripped from her bones, and swallowed, thick lumps delivering that flesh from Kisala's body to Ajora's own. Her flesh sagging as suddenly it was emptied, her arms, her legs, and even some of her abdomen, as ll of the fat and extra things she didn't need to live were slurped out of her body.

"This will be so much easier to heal, yes? Growing bones back is....painful work." she glanced down to where Kisala had damaged her ribs. And she winced. That was going to bother her for a while. Then those eyes shifted back to the woman once she'd consumed enough of the woman's body mass, and she felt that delicious splurge of energy inside of her, the feeling of a truly gratuitous meal~ She shivered with delight as she then slithered those strings back out of the woman's body, allowing them to collapse onto the ground below as Ajora stood tall and proud, her spiritual pressure swelling as the air aorund her began tearing away. A Garganta shredding into existence.

"Be proud shinigami. Had you been anything like your honorless comrades, I would have gone on to consume even more of your precious allies. This day, know that you are the reason your allies are spared. And remember the name Santaja Ajora. I will not allow Shinigami to look to my kind as mere fodder. You will fear us. Or at the very least Me. And until you do. I will kill as many of you as necessary to make my dream a reality. And then? I'll do the same to those fucking espada." She hissed, pure hatred spilling from her mouths at the mention of espada, until finally the garganta swallowed her up. All at once the flesh stopped growing.

Realizing that the ringleader of this attack had vanished, they were suddenly so very unbold. Those that could, began to flee, vanishing into ulcera and garganta of their own, and like a dying gasp, the wall was soon devoid of any hollows, and that cruel mist vanished from the air, leaving the sereitei free of its obstruction.
The Rampage was over.

1 Class 2 RPC Shinigami 'consumed'.

End of Thread

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

+870 TP for Santa
+ 1200 TP to Santa as well for consuming Kisala and Kyomei
+500 TP for consuming 2 class 4 and 1 class 5 shinigami

+180 TP to Kyomei

+180 TP to Kisala