What's Wrong with a little Windowshopping? [DP/Guerrero]

[Yaksha Dokuja]

Bustling streets, happy couples, and tantalizing smells.  All of these things were what Yaksha had come to expect from the streets of modern cities, and he had been disappointed a scant few times.  From the cologne people chose to wear, to the smell of sizzling meats, to the cries of children begging their parents for a sweet, or pointing out the large monster that obviously was just a figment of a child's imagination, being this close to this many people never served to do anything but put Yaksha is a proper and sociable mood.  Even if he only ran across someone worth talking to once every few years, it was still worth it, just to hear certain words that were always on people's tongues.  He typically preferred a good vantage point from a building or an open window, since walking down the streets had led to a few burn marks and a few awkward questions for people, so he simply had to content himself with what he could faintly snatch from above the crowds, listening in on hundreds of conversations at once.  Even if he couldn't make out most of the words, hearing that sussurrus drowned out the one in his mind, and that was what really mattered at this point.

However, today was a bit different from the others.  He had been lazing on a windowsill for about fourty minutes, soaking up sun and running his hand lazily along old stone, letting his palm tingle faintly from the constant tactile stimuli.  He was on the verge of napping, or falling asleep entirely, when the scent of another hollow struck him somewhere in the back of his head, bypassing all logic and striking directly at his instincts.  His pulse began to race, his eyes dilated, and he was already scanning the surroundings...as he felt a second hollow appear.  And then a third.  They were quite close if Yaksha could sense them without trying, which left him with only a few theories.  He inhaled, tail beneath him thrashing lazily as he pushed to a standing position, shoving off from the windowsill with enough force to send him careening a bit, before he managed to right himself in mid-air, coughing awkwardly while he rose to his full standing height, and doing his best to give a bland, bored expression.

"I'll ask you just once to take this elsewhere.  If you can't spare the iota of effort it takes to determine why fighting here is a very bad idea, then I'll treat you as I would any wild predator from the moment you show yourself.  If you came to talk, then it won't be anywhere near here.  If you came here for blood and violence, then I have no intention of obliging you."

His voice came out with the clipped, well-rounded tone of the classically educated, bringing to mind something vaguely British, or European.  It sounded highly agitated, but compressed down tight, like a spring ready to unleash great deals of energy at once.

[Guerrero Manipuladora]

Guerrero was an observer of humans in most occasion, and it happened to be that the lizard/dragon like Hollow walked on all fours, watching a teenager watching youtube on his phone. It was fascinating how humans just had so much information at the edge of their fingertips. Though, she wasn’t exactly clueless when it came to the sudden appearance of an individual. She was an experienced Hollow, an Adjuchas for that matter. Though, she was a weak adjuchas, one that needed to work some more in order to get strong enough to avoid other predators. She was ideal prey for some, so she hid and observed. She was the third Hollow Yaksha may have observed.

So, as she traveled through, she found that she could go for something to eat, and she could already sense generally it had to be a Hollow. Her tongue flicked out as she stepped through the street, making a left turn, then stopping to observe two Hollow. One had been akin to a large stingray with two long slits for eyes and a brown body. The other appeared to be a anubis masked creature with a tired looking expression. “Shut up weakling...we’re looking to eat, and you’re an ideal candidate.” The stingray had called to him, that was until Guerrero slowly lumbered forward with tired eyes as she slithered, and decided she didn’t want such a nice day to be ruined, not in the slightest.

She utilized her stealth, flapping her wings as silent as an owl, swooping up, then flipping downward, her tail slamming straight upon the mask of the Anubis, but with it, spikes had formed making it appear akin to a sharp mace, one which broke through it’s head and left it crashing to the floor. That was enough to make the Stingray rapidly turn. “Nani?!” She hissed lightly, looking the Hollow in the eyes, shaking her tail rapidly as she peered into his soul. There was a tenseness in that weaker Hollow, his body refusing to move as Guerrero cast upon it an illusion. “Uncivilized...let’s not disturb the peace shall we?” Addressing the third Hollow, assuming he did nothing, she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

“Would you care for a bite my good friend? I’m rather...famished.” Inching her way closer to the Stingray, all he could feel was the tenseness as twin white snakes wrapped around him and suffocated him, watching as Guerrero inched closer, and closer still as the third white snake, her fangs extending. She opened her jaw to wide lengths, impossible lengths, swallowing the creature whole, leaving it to digest in a pit of acid in her stomach, corrosive and powerful acid that could melt the metal of cars, and whatever struggle there was would calm down short enough. It just felt so pleasant now. She’d leave him the Anubis Hollow, as she was content for the time being.

She groaned at the sudden intake, and she’d leap onto the high rooftop with a flap of her wings as she’d opt to lie down. She needed some time to digest and enjoy sunning out in this otherwise inhospitable world. It felt so good on her scales, the dragon like creature looking more snake in origin as she looked for a nice rest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Guerrero. And you?” Quite the friendly hollow it seemed, didn’t seem to want to eat him whatsoever. Rather peaceful and lazy looking at the same time perhaps. It was always pleasurable to be resting in the sun like this, or at least she felt so, and honestly, she didn't enjoy violence that much, even if it was for eating.

Whenever the going got rough, normally she'd try to run away like a coward or just try to talk her way out of it. However, when it came to the appearance of Hollows, Quincy, Shinigami, Fullbringers, and a handful of other types of individuals, they didn't wanna hear any of it. She didn't mean to hurt and kill people, but she sort of had to. Besides, all they wanted to do was kill her ever since she was a weakling! They were mean, very mean, and she felt as if the whole world was against her sometimes, or rather worlds? She figured she could use a new friend, and as they say, a way to a Hollow's voidless heart is through their stomach. Well, sort of. Maybe. She didn't know for sure to be honest.

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Reiatsu Remaining:
2200/2300

-100 Tail Spike
-150 Illusion of White Snakes
+150 Class 6 Hollow Eaten

NPC Eaten Count Total:
1 Class 6 Hollow

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Training for SP

2. Technique Name: [Illusion of White Snakes]

Class: [5]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hollows]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [By glaring into the eyes of her enemies, an illusion is placed on the mind of the opponent to have them perceive twin white snakes wrapping around their body and restricting them. The enemy would see the snakes then rise upwards to instill in them fear. This is to intimidate enemies and to make them submit so that she may eat them without entering a bloody struggle. The feeling of death and fear would be instilled within an opponent as for enemies of weaker class, this illusion seems makes it harder to breath and seems more realistic. By looking in the opponents eyes for longer periods of time, the tighter the snakes will bind. The cost of this technique is 150 reiatsu per cast. ]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [By glaring into the eyes of an opponent and slapping their tail against the floor.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
1. The illusion may easily be dispelled through a comrade or friend hurting them to snap them into reality.

2. This may only be used on one enemy at a time.

3. Illusion Resist, Lack of Fear, or Calm Mind of two or higher are capable of resisting this technique.

4. Needs eye contact.

5. The user may not use this technique on those of a higher class and or those whom have a greater offensive stat.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: Guerrero Manipuladora

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]

Technique Name: [Whole]

Class: [4]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hollow]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Upon eating a enemy by swallowing them whole, one may gain 50 reiatsu per class eight. Every class above class eight adds 50 reiatsu extra. Reiatsu for each body swallowed is added onto the user. Then the user will be immobilized for one post and will move at half speed for another two.]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Swallow an enemy whole dead or alive.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
1. After eating an opponent, the user will feel extremely sluggish. For one post, the user is not able to move from their location. Then, the user will have their speed cut in half for another two posts.

2. Eating somebody whole doesn't mean they can't fight back. Assuming she eats them alive. She can still possibly be attacked from the inside out, and sharp items tend to hurt.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: Guerrero Manipuladora.

Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]

Technique Name: [Tail Spike]

Class: [5]

Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hollow]

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Hollow]

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [This technique simply allows the user to create spikes along their tail to swing along at enemies with the offensive stat equal their greatest offensive stat. The spikes go in every direction along the tail as it appears to look like like a spiked ball.]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Simply pay the price of 100 Reiatsu as the user's tail will be spiked until the user wills the spikes to enter back into their tail. In order to maintain these spikes, one must pay 50 reiatsu per post unless the technique is done being used.]

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)

1. Can easily get caught or stuck on things such as walls, cars, or other what nots.

2. The spikes may be broken off by a equal or greater offensive stat of the enemy.

Incantation and Effect:

Made By: Guerrero Manipuladora

[Yaksha Dokuja]

"I despise those who throw around words like friend so casually.  It sounds like an insult, spoken from your lips."

Yaksha's tone held no heat or malice as he spoke, hunching over the jackal-masked hollow to slide his claws beneath its mask, slowly and cautiously leaning forward, even as he tilted its head back, to expose it to his rending fangs.  Unlike Gurrero's open-jawed swallowing, Yaksha seemed to rip off entire enormous chunks of its head, swallowing them without ever stopping to chew, letting out tiny burping exhalations between each drenched gobbet.  It was a far less distinguished display, but it ended in roughly the same time-frame, with Yaksha brushing at his mask faintly, and his teeth slowly fading into invisibility, leaving a fully smooth surface as he looked upwards towards the sunning hollow.  He began to walk up towards her, with a faint swaying motion that could almost have been confused with a confident swagger.  He met her gaze, his hair gently swaying back and forth as if being tousled by a gentle wind as he rose.

"Why is it that I get a sense of...pretender, about you?  A chameleon, one could almost say.  I get the very distinct impression that, had I spoken to them with profanity-laden insults, you would've spoken in kind.  Call it instinct, or a hunch.  But it strikes me as too coincidental, that there would be -another- hollow attempting to ape the enlightened nature of mankind in the same place.  And, let's be fair, anyone that uses the phrase 'my friend' when speaking to a person they just met is either trying too hard, or hoping no one will notice the hidden venom."

He finally managed to reach the rooftop alongside Gurrero, dangling his feet over the edge and looking up at the sky.  He hummed softly, tapping his claw against his mask a few times, giving off the impression of one deep in thought for several moments.  When he did speak, it was faintly ruminative, so wistful one could almost believe he was talking to himself instead of another hollow.

"Do you think it's some sort of unconscious urge on the part of hollows and arrancar, to pick names that contain a double consonant?  The same way that so many of them speak using Spanish terminology?  It's almost as if there's some atavistic part of ourselves, reaching back through time, to latch onto a collective sense of identity.  Perhaps, then, I predate it?  Arrogant of me to assume, but I can scarce think of another reason why I seem to violate so many of the inherent rules of my ilk.  You can call me Yaksha Dokuja.  I'm not quite so certain I can say I'm pleased with this meeting or our conversation just yet, but...well, when you get to be my age, you find that relying on first impressions rarely does anyone much good.  For now, let's just settle for 'Good Evening', yes?"

[Guerrero Manipuladora]

Sure some people could call this Hollow pretentious, some could call her a deceiver, a liar, and a cheat. However, this snake wasn’t any of those things. She was legitimately just that foolish and cheerful. She could only tilt her head and then give a fanged and toothy grin as she looked to him and spoke. “I don’t have such interest in things like pretending. I simply am, and I simply will be.” Guerrero grinned happily with a full stomach, the sun shining down on her. These things were all that she needed to feel what she’d call happy. She looked to him every now and then as she watched him consider himself, and with it, the snake Hollow felt nice to be alongside someone instead of against someone. After all, she’s been alone for quite some time other than Rocko.

“Perhaps we Hollow and Arrancar craft these identities because we feel empty and want new identities. I’m not sure.” The adjuchas then decided to clarify a little more. “I am French, so I don’t know so much of the Spaniards well. Particularly I am from around the 1790’s…” Her tongue poked out now and then as she sighed happily with the sun shining down on her, she really didn’t care of much else really. Though, it did happen to be that she was interested enough to remember his name indeed. Yet, she needed to be honest with the fellow as her stomach grumbled with purple lines practically radiating from it. Using her scaled front leg, she rubbed it before giving a light whine.

“I’m still hungry.” Outstretching her wings, she looked to the Hollow before her with a slight stick out of her tongue before the lizard like Hollow looked out over the Horizon. “Are you as well?” She had the idea of looking for something else to eat. One Hollow could only last this Adjuchas so long. If it wasn’t for her neediness, she would have loved to just bask in the sun for an eternity. The poor Hollow let out another growl from her stomach and she gave almost an anime depression like effect as she decided to ring the proverbial dinner bell of sorts. She’d slowly scrunch of as if her body was tight, and with it, she sucked in an inhale before releasing it all out as one large howl. Though this Howl sounded as if a Hollow had been injured, wounded, and vulnerable.

Almost immediately did she root out the weak ones. An Ulcera opened to her with a number of weakling Hollows appearing, three in fact that looked almost identical in nature. They had beetle like masks with sharp arms and legs. Excellent. Excellent. “Excellent! I’m rather famished.” Whether or not he was to join her on her little escapade, the fact of the matter was, she was still hungry and she was going to eat. With her wings flapping, she’d carry herself silently, utilizing her stealth skill as she flew overhead, her majestic wings looking down upon these little Hollow. WIthin the next moment, she swung her tale, releasing a volley of sharp and long scales each about a foot long in length. They traveled at fast speeds and almost instantly was there a cry from the Hollows below.

One had been ripped and impaled by these long blades and immediately slumped dead, the second well injured as it gasped and cried out,looking up to the assailant. By then it was already too late as Guerrero descended on her prey, bringing her spiked tail down upon the thing’s head, fracturing the mask. Though it seemed that Guerrero was not the epitome of murder. The third Hollow had cried out madly and dashed forward with a blade like arm raised to slice at the dragon. It was met however with a greenish goop she vomited from her mouth, an acid that made it fall to the ground, flail in agony. She stepped forward as she pounced on it, ripping at its throat with her fangs, leaving three more weaklings in the dust. Though. She considered her friend watching and she slowly crouched, this time opening her mouth and swallowing both the Hollow she bit, and the hollow she killed with her tail. She would leave the third, the one littered with blades as his. She would feed him.

She eagerly ate, taking no time or consideration to swallow her deceased prey and sighed in semi disgust and content. She didn’t like eating Hollows often as they were often a poor quality meal. Even though some Hollows relished cannibalism as their own sort of craving, she had ate them usually only out of necessity. Though, some did taste far better than others. Assuming her friend was to join her like before, Guerrero simply rested once more with meals in her stomach, expertly gained without damaging the environment whatsoever. All the while, people walked by and she saw the little human vendors walk by with their little hot dog stands. She watched them sell their wares and people celebrate this summer.

Though, she had a hint of envy when looking at some of these people, especially her fellow sex. “How marvelous would it be if I too could wear these tank tops. Or maybe even dresses as other ladies!~ Oh, can you just imagine it? Or these bathing suits which seem so adventurous and bold for ladies of the day and era! Oh, how different the standards of beauty are in this day compared to the past!” Aaaah!~” The dragon’s tail would shake as the spikes receded from left to right as she was excited just looking at people and their interactions. Gesturing to herself with a scaled hand, she’d speak. “I bet I would look fabulous! Don't you think?”

Guerrero then decided to know what he knew of beauty. "I had once read these...beauty magazines. Well, rather someone had read it for me. It seems that nowadays it's quite alright to show a bit of skin and flair when in public! Why in my day, it was rather bold to have a few buttons let loose or to have just the slightest bit of skin exposed on one's ankle!" Guerrero then looked to him and wondered what he felt about beauty, or perhaps masculinity. Or perhaps he had different insights altogether on what made this world so drastically interesting and beautiful in many regards.

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2 Class 6 Hollow Consumed