Meeting:Demise of the Soul Reapers (Social/Jt) Closed

[Santa Ajora]

This is a Social between Santaja Ajora and Adrastos, potentially turning into a JT later. PM a participant if interested in joining

The World of the living was always a place she avoided. It was not a place of power for her. She was....weaker here. She felt.... small here. That massive cervitaur planted her black-bloody hooves into the grass, stepping out onto the sweeping plains, not so far from the village that the tyrant hollow had just finished savaging. With a particular...intent in mind. One dark and malicious as anything that normally clouded Santa's thoughts these days. She needed brute strength. Force. Might. She had been unable to fully penetrate Soul Society's walls. A failure she should have seen coming. But she hadn't. And she had decided to enlist help, and after a bit of asking around, she believed she had her guy.

A powerful hollow, similar to herself, that went by the name of Tyrant. Ardaros? something to that effect. But he was the most....offensively powerful hollow, that she was yet aware of, or that was known around these parts. If ANY hollow could penetrate that wall, it was him. She approached, flesh sloughing off of her skeletal body, dripping in thick slabs and splotches of black blood, all the while constantly seeming to regrow and regenerate. A common misconception, but this was good. It was better that this hollow underestimate her full strength for now. She approached, and she hoped. If all went well tonight, she would gain a VERY powerful ally in her endeavor.

Well.... for now. She doubted Adrastots would be interested in her ultimate goal and aspirations. She had no faith that he would give a half shit for her ideals. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the shinigami. If they could find common ground, that was REALLY all they would ever need. That long, whip-like tail slowly retracted into her lower deer half, curling along her underbelly until it was completely hidden. A practice she often had around other hollows, at least the aggressive ones. They had a tendency to try and bite it. She didn't know about Adrastot's temperment, but it always paid off to be cautious, especially around hollows that weren't already under her......metaphorical banner.

[Adrastos]

The World of the Living always presented something new each day. Whether it may be gifted humans, or those who sided with some form of "cause," the human world presented something to challenge him. Warriors that originate from varies fighting disciplines and practices, that reside from all corners of the planet, he tested his strength against them. Like the others they fell in droves. First the bravest among their respected groups, standing against their own might and skills, then in packs, as their odds of success grew along with their hope. All of it made for wonderful inspiration to fuel their motives and drive to win. All of that poured into their fighting and made it all the more exciting for the Beast King.

Humans made for good sport, but they lacked the fire that the other species lacked. Though cowardly, the Quincies had their own beliefs and drive in their practice. Fullbringers brought more surprise to the game, although tricky they kept the Hollow on his toes. Hollows were feral. Survival of the fittest. Truly the only prey that challenged his strength as they varied in size and caliber. However, none of them resided to be his true enemy. No. The enemy that riled his spirit and rage were the Shinigamis. Not because of their goal or duty, but that of a personal matter. His dead comrades who had their sense of honor stolen from them.

Good warriors, all of them. They fought for the brother and sister next to them. Sword and shield together as they fought alongside the other. If they lived, it would have been for the glory of their cause. Rising to the occasion whether they succeeded or failed. It would be all while they were locked in combat. It would be all in that moment that their service would truly bring them honor and glory. But, it wasn't given to them. They never had the privilege to truly die in the heat of battle. That honor was stolen from them. They died needless deaths. Lost glory, lost honor, such warriors deserved to fight to the end as the mighty Spartans did; as Adrastos did when he was human. But all of it was taken from them. From him. The images of those blurred moments of the past roused his rage even more, throwing the beast into a deafening tantrum.

The Shinigami took from him what he valued most as a Spartan. What they stole from them was their pride and sense of identity. That to Adrastos was unforgivable. That was the reason why he hunted the Shinigami. That night, when he encountered the Failure Kimiko, and the Rogue Wanderer Garret, he found a piece of himself that was buried deep within the darkness. A piece of himself, almost forgotten to the reason of why he accepted this new form. The Adjuchas twisted the head of his latest victim, removing the Shinigami's head from the rest of the whole. He detested them. The beast resented them. "RRRRAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" the cry of the beast ripped through the blazed lit air of the village. The Shinigami defenders never stood a chance to what came for them. The noncombatants did not matter to him, as they were of no sport to fight or to eat. He came for what he wanted, but it wasn't enough. What he wanted was to strike at the heart of their so caused "righteous" cause.

For that reason the Adjuchas was truly in no favor to meet with others. His temperament was on the border of an entire rampage. All he required was a small push over that edge. Ajora appeared, drawing closer to the blood stained rurals that the Hollow decimated. Through the socket of his good eye, the beast focused past the smoke and fires that surrounded him. His mangled left arm spasmed, itching from the reminder of what fire did to him before. The scarred tissue that overlapped his exposed bone structure was shredded, spears and arrows stuck out the thick hide. The Tyrant faced the malformed creature. A Hollow? The obvious mask features were what gave it away, yet it's behavior was different. Tamed. Another Adjuchas perhaps? He didn't know. But what did know was one fact...

"RAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!

He turned his gaping mouth towards the approaching creature. This was Adrastos' fight, his prey, his territory. Invading the space that he had conquered meant declaring war against him. The Adjuchas slammed his skull head against the buildings, trashing the scene before Ajora as a child would. But, this wasn't as such. This was a territorial display as his Hollow instincts pinched his brain nerves to act out. Claws and talons digging into the ground as if ready to charge the Hollow. "Adrastos....territory.. Adrastos... ruuuulless... land...RRAAGGHHHH" he cried out.

[Santa Ajora]

The devastation was nothing unusual. she paused, maintaining her distance as she noticed that the big beast seemed to be entirely engrossed with defending his territory, even verbally claiming it, to which, Santa, naturally responded. "And what a Territory it is indeed. I assure you, I have no intention of encoraching upon your land. It is YOU I am here for. In... the diplomatic sense." She rasped, staring at the massive tyrant before looking around, several eyes beginning to repeatedly pop up along her body, sloughing off like the rest of the flesh, but clearly remaining active, those eyes seeming to look in all directions at once.

"But.... does this not seem... Inadequate? These shinigami you slay. You probably have a good beat on things. Thinking that this is the height of what they have to throw at you. Perhaps one or two exceptions no doubt. But.... this is nothing. And no doubt you've felt that. Every time you tear into them, you feel as if they should be MORE. Yes?" She curled her fingers into fists, watching him carefully as her puddle of viscera slowly spread from her hooves. Sadly there really wasn't anything she could do about that. "But... I've seen more. I have TOUCHED more. I have personally thrown myself at the very walls that protect the shinigami's homes. Hahah, of course, for most hollows it would be suicide." She noted, that slow smile widening.

"But it was exhilarating. You would not believe how strong they are there. How numerous too! I have seen shinigami in droves that would rival the groups of gillian in the menos forest! But.... I was not able to go any further than the wall." She sighed. And slowly, every single one of those eyes rotated to look to Adrastos. "Which is where we come to you~ Tell me. Have you ever wanted to feast, on the very STRONGEST of shinigami? Have you ever wanted to know what a captain tasted like? Have you ever wanted to have more shinigami than you could eat at once? More shinigami to kill than you could manage? Because I do feel, that with your strength, and my experience attacking soul society, that we could deal a blow to them that they would never expect." She slowly began approaching Adrastos, not making any sudden moves, but jost closing in so that she could look him in those big glowing eyes. Te see how he reacted.

[Adrastos]

Tell me. Have you ever wanted to feast, on the very STRONGEST of shinigami? The strongest said blot of oozing fluids for what seemed to be an apparent body for the creature. Adrastos thought about what it spoke about when considering the strongest among the Shinigami. Though it may be bleak as further along the line Adrastos fell to his Hollow nature, but even this he still remembers the strength of the strongest Shinigamis. Lieutenants, and those who were considered Captains. They were what were considered to be the strongest among their ranks. The peak of their strength that all of their kind sought out with centuries of training and experience. And those components were what separated them from the lesser ranks that served beneath them. The Adjuchas understood this as he too once did the same long before his transformation. Yes indeed, he still remembered those times. Shrouded by the devouring nature of his Hollow presence, the memories that inspired hate and anger did linger to remind the Beast King of what resided in the depths of the Seireitei. The thirteen strongest that led the thirteen their respected squads. What the creature proposed was something that he had once considered before the hostile takeover of his spirit.

Back then he lost what was his original goal: revenge. The beast had grown ever since that time. Not only his own appearance had shifted for the worst, his power had undergone a complete transformation. Though a bit restricted as to what he could utilize, his overall physical strength remained untouched by those that faced him. Even now, there would be only a few, if not only a single Captain, that could challenge his strength. This would have been seen as a futile challenge as it would waste his time. However, that wasn't the proposition that the Hollow brought before him. Instead, it wasn't to test his strength, but to feed on the carcasses of those that damned him and his team to such a dishonorable fate. Attacking the Seireitei directly was what the beast once though about long ago. A task that he wanted to fulfill for the longest time before his human mind began to fade away into the shadows of his own soul.

It didn't take long to consider what the Hollow proposed to the Beast King. How could he overthink such a simple decision, "Adrastos.....destroy.. SHINIGAMI RAAAGGHHHHHHH!" The Adjuchas cried out in a thrashing tantrum. Just the thought of invading his most despised past time caused the swelling emotions to stir once more to the top. He didn't wish to wait, nor plan things out as the Hollow would most likely bring up to him. A single stomp brought the beast closer towards Ajora. But it didn't stop there. No. It was ongoing as the Tyrant Lizard continued to push himself forward into a single direction. That sense of direction, yearning to inflict harm onto those that damned him and his squad to an endless Hell, guided him. He wasn't willing to wait any more for who ever was going to join them, if Ajora had already assembled more of their own to this cause. He didn't care if he had to do so alone. No matter what would bar his path, the beast would simply break them all done. No Lieutenant. No Captain. No Shinigami or Hollow was going to bar his path to seek out his vengeance.

[Valentin Acciai]

There was more than just Andrastos in that poor village which had once been more than ruin and smoldering ash, unbeknownst to him a scavenger had been tracking his path of destruction. Valentin had never been one to fight fairly so of course neither did he feed fairly, the brute of a hollow crushing everything in it's path all Valentin needed to do was pick up the pieces and follow the trail of blood soaked candy. He was quite proud of himself for having found such an easy provider of food but of course still showed sufficient respect and wit not to be found out. Indeed the whole way the hollow had been sneaking about quiet like only a hunter could be as getting too close could very well mean his end.

Valentin could regenerate from most things but his whole body turning into mush in an instant? that was not one of them, or rather Valentin wasn't interested in testing out the theory. It all started to become a lot more interesting however when another, an Adjuchas like the rest of them appeared. It seemed to be much less concerned by Andrastos threatening size and hostile nature than Valentin was, he knew for a fact that he would without shame run for dear life if that huge angry thing came running at him. But a flaw of Valentin was making itself obvious, he couldn't resist the urges of curiosity he felt when the two powerful beings met each other.

Cautiously the former lizard hollow turned humanoid Adjuchas crawled closer with a low profile as he used his long slender tail to balance his movements. Meter by meter the Oni faced Adjuchas from collapsed house to rubble, from rubble to corpses and once more to further rubble. Once close enough to hear but not close enough to be easily seen Valentin listened in to a conversation that was perhaps a bit one sided but most definitely interesting. Valentin had harassed the Rukongai before but this, this was a different matter altogether which made the Rukongai sound nothing short of a joke if you compared the two. This newcomer seemed reasonable, intelligent beyond the norm of his kin.

Valentin might brag himself to be the most social and positive of hollows but he knew and did admit to himself that he wasn't the most intelligent creature in the direct vicinity, reasonable yes but definitely one of the last people to consider taking advice from. Seeing the big beast brought into action by the newcomers words and running off Valentin felt a lot more inclined to show himself and make introductions with this intriguing fellow. Perhaps they'd try to kill him, but at least the one thing Valentin was an unrivaled master at was not dying when others wanted him to. Taking courage the humanoid albeit tailed hollow stood up from his prior crawl as he walked slowly towards the other, making sure he wasn't being perceived as a threat.

''I couldn't help but overhear that ever so brief conversation the two of you had, interesting stuff i'll have to admit.'' Valentin stated bluntly as he stopped a respectable distance away as to not be imposing as he raised his arms outwards in open gesture, hands open as if mimicking the Cristo Redentor watching over the city of Rio itself. ''Valentin Acciai, scavenger, doctor and comedian all in the same bundle of stubbornly living flesh.'' he said introducing himself as his posture turned to an old fashioned bow with one leg in front of the other as one arm extended as the other held against his chest. ''Compared to Jurassic Rawr over there i'll admit that i might not seem like much but i assure you... Madam is it? that i can be quite useful if you utilize me correctly.''

[Santa Ajora]

It seemed to work well enough, and as Adrastos began charging toward her, the air tore, yawning open as she ropped a garganta into existence, paving the way for Adrastos. They were, after all, in the world of the living. And if Adrastos wanted to charge into Soul Society, the garganta led right there. She felt that no further discussion was needed. He seemed thoroughly convinced to attend her little invasion. however, something else also caught her attention. Her many eyes turned, slithering to look in Val's direction as he came into existence, another hollow seemed to have taken an interest in her little crusade. She was not displeased.

" If you can stomach my presence. My ability is very...limited in the world of the living. But once we get into soul society, you will come to find that my presence is a bit more...unpleasant there." She stated calmly, which became instantly apparent. A garganta was traversed by forming reishi beneath on'es feet, making a sort of path that one could glide through, some hollows did this all over their body, allowing them to swim or fly through it. The instant she opened the garganta, flesh began oozing from every spiritual surface, filling the hole almost completely were it not for how large it was, just like her body was dripping, seeming to endlessly grow masses of flesh and viscera, the effect seemed to occur on any spiritual surface close enough to her. She doubted Adrastos was going to mind.

"If you are fine with that. Then by all means, tag along." she noted, and assuming Adrastos had already charged in, she too would caintly hoof her way into the opening, leaving a trail of her flesh behind her, eyeballs all peeking about, as if to act as lookout as they departed.

[Valentin Acciai]

''Hahah! Now what kind of doctor would i be if gore and repugnant smells could deter me so easily?'' he jested to her words as he witnessed her influence over her surroundings grow significantly once beginning to step inside the Garganta, the rich reiatsu environment seeming to feed her abilities and giving him the curiosity to whether or not she would die if placed in a container completely void of reiatsu. ''Rather than it being a problem i find myself rather intrigued over that body of yours, a strange limbo of regrowth and decay it is in i must say.''

Jumping into the Garganta after the other two Valentin still chose to avoid walking however, not knowing what possible dangers Santa's leftovers might hide the hollow decided to hover above it as he trailed after them. Admittedly curious as to what her plan was and knowing the journey would likely take a bit Valentin decided to be chatty with his new friend ''So boss lady, what's the plan exactly? i get you came here for the big guy to mow down anything in his path but this is, you know, Shinigami headquarters and all. What exactly are you after in there? unless it's just about casual slaughter of the pests that hunt us, i'm fine with that too!'' the hollow admitted. ''Oh! and before i forget, i mentioned the whole doctor part right? i don't think my abilities will work all to well on your body since, you know... but the big fella! as long as i stay alive i can pretty much make him immortal so long as nothing kills him too quick. Which i doubt considering his size.''

[Santa Ajora]

Santa.....paused. She turned and stared directly at Val. Intrigued? She paused, and even though she continued to move, she was still....thoughtful. As she walked, she would let her tail slither out from under her belly, that long, whippy tail which was just as long as she was tall slithered out and lightly wound around his torso, ensuring that he stayed...close. A very slight film of black flesh and blood slithering from her bony tail to drip over his body. "Is that so? VEry well. You will stay by me then. Adrastos is very durable, much moreso than me. I'll have you remain at my side~" she all but cooed, her eyes narrwing as she kept him close to her side and stared straight ahead.

"Don't worry. Once we arrive, it will be simple. Just kill as many shinigami as you can, and stay by me. We will be obliterating their wall. And then we will be dealing with the Captains and Vice Captains that come to respond to the situation. You probably won't be able to handle the captains. Which is why I'll need you to hide and stay around myself. I have taken them on before, but not unscathed. Your job will be to only come out in order to heal me, and support me in combat. Do you understand?" She asked calmly. but....either way, they wouldn't have to worry too long. Up ahead, with Adrastos's pace, the air soon tore back open, showing the clear bright skies of the Sereitei.

Before their very eyes, the Soul Society lay before them. The walls in their reach, and te instant that door open, everything began turning black. Everything within Seventy meters of Santa's reiatsu began growing flesh, dripping with her blood, and growing at a terrifying rate, almost instantly screams would fill the air, as slivers of bone grown into her mass would already stick and stab at those unfortunate to be in their landing zone. This was it. This was the Soul Society. The Gotei's fortress. The headquarters of every Shinigami in existence, all in one massive area. An area she had attacked not all that long ago. And as they arrived, splits shredded into existence all around them, responding to the three massive hollow signatures, all of the other hollows that were nearby in the garganta space would begin heading for them.

This was it.

The Beginning of The End.

[Valentin Acciai]

What had Valentin said? her reaction dictated that there was something unusual that the Adjuchas had done to earn that look. It had surprised him when she halted to look at the smaller Adjuchas, Valentin too having stopped when she did with a hint of worry as to what she was thinking. Her continuing to walk shortly after was very comforting although the approach of the prehensile bone tail slithering around him was a little alarming he didn't resist it squeezing around him lightly, at this point beginning to figure out that the prior look had not been one of ill intent. And when she spoke, well, that confirmed that whatever it was Valentin had said it had certainly earned him her favour.

The way she said it too, the hollow wasn't used to that tone at all but he knew the tone from before he became a flesh eating monster. ''Uhm, alright. I'll take your word for it then and keep myself near, miss...?'' he said, hinting that he would like to hear her name. She had revealed the name of the lumbering brute ahead of them and Valentin had introduced himself as soon as they had met, now only hers remained to be revealed. Allowing himself to be pulled a little closer to her Valentin scooped up some of the black substance from the tail that coiled around him and squeezed it between his fingers.

It seemed harmless enough for now and he learned from it that it indeed blood even if black which was a colour that usually only occured when blood hardened and then still the colour was off. No doubt her body likely provided her with some terrifying abilities but it also led him to believe most of her current form wasn't truly part of her body. As he evaluated her body with an understanding only present in a mind with a deep understanding of organic bodies both dead and alive he also listened closely to her words, taking note to keep in mind what she had said as she had experience when it came to frontally assaulting the Shinigami, madness as it was to most.

''Yes ma'am!'' he replied to her standing straight with his hand to his forehead in comical salute as he was pulled along ''Kill off weaklings and hide like a beaten dog behind you when the dudes with white coats get angry with us!'' he said in positive jest as they reached the end of the Garganta and felt the Reiatsu rich air of Soul Society. Valentin had always been trash at sensing Reiatsu and he still was trash at it, but even he could feel the oncoming wave at their backs. A storm was coming but it would bring no rain, no wind nor thunder. The only thing this storm would bring to the Seireitei was the overwhelming bloodlust that screamed for revenge. A flood of monsters coming to take what they were owed from those who treated them like vermin.