Candy fanatics meeting (Closed Training)

[Elke Sia]

She didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. Elke had to get away from the area right away. She saw the two Quincies being swallowed by the cloud of white substance. Both of their cries were drowned before becoming nothing more than muffles, then nothing. The female Quincy was the only one who managed to step away in a blurred motion. She was out of the way leaving Elke hiding at the corner from where she shot her own arrow. But, instead of pursuing her Wycliff turned his attention towards the Sinner. The look on his face wasn't the same as before. She didn't like it. Something was nudging her to run. She could hear him say something but it didn't reach her eyes. Only when he turned towards her, only when the wave of white shifted towards her direction did she began to run. Into the alley way was the only reasonable route she could take in this situation, because if she went out into the street, then she would have been caught quickly by the wave of whatever Wycliff commanded.

So, this is how Shinigami really are. They look like they are doing good things, but instead, they hide their real intentions." she should have known better. She should have run when she had the chance. “Come here, come and join me in this bliss.” She heard coming from behind her. His reiatsu wasn't far off now but directly behind her. Did he use something to get him to close the distance between them quickly? He must of had to in order to reach her from such a distance. Her feet had to push forward as the cloud of white stained the surfaces where she use to stand. “You won’t ever want to leave after you have a taste." This guy was a fucking nut job, and she knew nut jobs alright.

The corner of the alley was coming up and the wave was getting closer. Every inch she took up only made her come closer. Almost there... She leaped. Throwing herself the instant she reached the corner she bounced off her feet and onto the side walk. Her skin was burning up from the curse wanting to drive her to kill the man. The sensation pissing her off all the more she had to run. Though despite the feeling she knew she didn't have a chance to turn around. If she managed to do just that the fearful thought of being consumed by the white cloud would become reality. Damn Shinigamis. She could feel it drawing closer to her. It was closing the distance fast. Explosions Something knocked her off her stammering feet. A trio of explosions from around her forced her off balance and tossed her forward. Three explosions that dominoed from the first to the last in a sequence. On top, the surviving Quincy remained poised on the roof top of an overlooking apartment complex.

The Quincy fired three arrows behind Elke, then detonated them like bombs. Each explosion propelled the Sinner's body forward while creating a wall of force to push away the white substance. She directed another shot towards Elke as she went back onto her stammering feet to finish her mission, as her entirely would then shift to that of Wycliff. The Vandenreich woman leaped off to the side to kick off from the building's side in the opposite direction. Her arrows trained on the Shinigami while Elke fled East bound down the street. The Vandenreich Quincy had a mission to deal with Elke but had to deal with the Shinigami first in order to finish her own hunt. And while they went about, the Sinner had no other option but to dampen her reiatsu and spiritual pressure. She had to hide the two, forcing them back into herself.

She didn't like the idea of running and hiding, but it was clear as the day itself; Elke was in no position to fight in. Donning her hoodie, and shrouding her protruding horns, Elke would continue to run using adjacent alleys to shake off any pursuers.

[Wycliff]

“Don’t run you will love the bliss I can give.” Wycliff said as he watched her jump off of the building, it would be useless, his cocaine was faster than most people gave it credit for. It wouldn’t be long before she would be entrapped by his drug and be his, it was inevitable. Just before the drug could land and consume her three explosions happened each one of them pushing away the drug that he had worked to come in contact with her. Wycliff’s eyes went over to see what had caused her to escape, it had been the other woman, the one who had been hiding.

“So first you hide then you act as a cock block huh. I’m going to have fun carving you up like the fat pig you are.” With a new target infront of him his attention went away from Mon, he did watch where she ran off to as he would have to play with her later, however for now he had another playtoy. This one was pretty as well however that beauty had been spoiled by a few things, the first was that she was one of those vandenreich, annoying and pretentious. The second thing that made him lose interest in her was that she stopped him from getting his first prey, for that she would have to pay, have to suffer.

The next volley of arrows came right towards him, this time he summoned up a massive wall of cocaine right before him blocking the arrows that came right at him. They would impact the wall and if they exploded it would be blocked, if they tried to pass through the wall they would have difficulty getting past the constant shifting cocaine. Either way he was confident that his cocaine would keep him safe from the female quincy’s arrows. As she jumped away from the shingami Wycliff started heading towards her, he had a little surprise for her that she wouldn’t be expecting. Again he unleashed a wave of cocaine towards her by swinging his blade in her direction.

He formed it so that it would resemble that of a massive tidal wave crashing down against the beach. As it got closer he enacted his plan, without warning from the ends of the wave and the dead center of the wave a medical needle would erupt and come out flying at high speeds. Each needle was filled to the brim with the cocaine and was aimed right at where she was going. If she moved too far she would be hit and injected, if she didn’t move the wave of cocaine would come crashing downwards and enveloping her anyways. There was no way for her to escape, it would only be a matter of time till she would be ensnared by his drug, then she would be his to play with as he choose.

As he waited for the impact to hit the quincy he screamed out to Mon. “You can run my cuttie, but I’ll find you~” His screaming would be followed by that stomaching sickening laughter that he had been doing the entire time. Mon might have thought that her own inner demon was bad, but just having thoughts of violence didn’t make someone a monster, no the things that Wycliff’s power made him do and the fact that he enjoyed it made his inner demon a true monster. Appearance is only skin deep, the true measure was what laid under and sadly for those that faced Wycliff when he released it was a deep abyss born of self-loathing and fear.

Wycliff could feel more of his strength come back to him, he felt faster and his senses were more keen. Yet as all this was happening the real personality of Wycliff was held back. Wycliff could feel and watch everything he was doing, his body felt cold, his mind filled with rage and joy at the murder and possible torture of the quincies and soon that girl who lied about her name. He knew he was suppose to feel sick to his stomach, yet he didn’t he felt empowered and fine. This was all due to his power, all due to Chukudo making it easier for him to accept that he was a monster and this was natural.

Wycliff cursed Chukudo for everything that he was watching him do, it wasn’t right, this wasn’t him. He was a good person all this was his fault. No, you still lack the clarity to see what you’ve done. None of this is my fault Wycliff, all of this is you, this rage, this anger, this monster is you and the more you blame me for it the stronger it gets. It feeds off of your denial, if you only accepted me you could have avoided this. Chukudo words slowly crept into his mind as he continued to curse and attempt to regain control of his body. Yet the more he tried to struggle against the power he had the more it binded him in place unable to be free and act as he wanted.

[Elke Sia]

Elke felt it. Running down the alley way and back out into the open streets, it was only a matter of time before Wycliff would come looking for her. Her panting and lessening reiatsu left behind by the remainder of the Vandenreich Quincy only made it so that the Sinner had to hurry. What remained of her own reiatsu was sealing itself within the body of its Master, ridding her signature for anyone to sense. It was then that she head back north again to put further distance away from her and that of the insane Shinigami. A hiding spot was what she needed really. A spot that would keep her out of plain sight. Somewhere that wasn't visible, dark enough, and a bit of a maze to pinpoint her even if she was found through sight alone.

Elke's ears perked up, hearing a flow of water streaming down somewhere. Poking her head to the side she saw it. A place that she would be difficult to find. Somewhere that hardly anyone would even look or venture on their own. This was made it the perfect hiding spot to really escape towards seeing that she was alone. A bit of a gamble too for herself if anything happened to her inside the dark depths that she knew were what she was going to venturing into. However, it was the best course of action. She needed this. She ran without looking back while keeping her spiritual pressure suppressed to the point where she couldn't feel it either. Her body lowered itself, compacting itself to the shape she needed to squeeze in, and drop into the shadows inside.

Yup, the drain pockets that led into the sewers was where she was going into. Always found just at the end of every block, the sewer drains was where the Sinner forced herself into. Musty, damp, and stepping into things that she didn't even want to know, it was the best possible solution that would even cover her scent. Even from that of the Vandenreich. She wanted to puke so much. To toss out what she had eaten early before from the gagging odors that were filling her nose right now with stinking gray water. She swallowed it, then pushed ahead. Despite how horrid the drain system was to the senses, it still was far better than the situation she was before. Only the dark tunnels ahead will be her shelter for the time being until she was in the clear. From there, she will continue with what she had been doing before. Again, this was to keep herself away from others, and off the Vandenreich's radar.

"Damn.....this is so gross." she complained to herself before stepping into the darkness that would come to welcome her.

[Wycliff]

The needles struck into the Vandenreich, the last moments for the Quincy would be filled with bliss, who knows what the quincy was thinking of, or had flashes of in those last few moments, but it would be the last thing she would ever see. Her skin started to crack, her blood pooled out of her body spilling all over the roof of the building. Her body fell back onto the building, it stopped moving and the eyes of the quincy were filling with blood and her face held a wicked and twisted smile. That was the end of her life, no matter what goals or missions she had it was over and it wouldn’t come true.

Slowly the cocaine destroyed the rest of her body, as it turned to ash Wycliff saw her spirit come out of the body. It’s face heled a pained look as it was looking for something, seeing Wycliff it reached out to him her voice screamed out in pain as she begged for more, she wanted to feel more of the cocaine and more of the bliss that it could offer. As she spoke the soul started to be pulled in a direction, this was the first time Wycliff would watch the emperor claim back his power and soul from the Vandeirench. As she vanished her last words were her not to be saved but to be gifted more cocaine.

This snapped Wycliff out of what he was doing, in the moment of clarity he sealed back his zan, the cocaine slowly started to disappear. Wycliff dropped to his knees sick, throwing up after everything he had done. This wasn’t suppose to happen, he wasn’t suppose to do this, he thought he had some control, after the fights in the soul society he thought that he was in control of his power, that he was stronger than the influence and it lashing out in his mind was it’s way of being angry. Wycliff now knew that wasn’t the truth, he was far from in control.

Looking around he saw that the girl that he had been talking with was long gone, Mon… she had left and was now missing. He let out a heavy sigh, he had shown her something that he didn’t want to see and it was his fault for trying to run away from the responsibilities that he had to take care of. What do you care if she ran, she was weak, unwilling to accept our gift Wycliff. Don’t blame yourself she is the one that’s wrong. She needs to be punished, release us, let us run wild and we will teach her the truth. Screaming out loud Wycliff yelled for his inner spirit to stop, this was enough he didn’t want to hear his lies.

In that moment Chukudo formed in front of Wycliff’s eyes, however he wasn’t the same spirit he knew. The man was younger, much younger and had longer blond hair, his eyes blood shot red and the limp that the spirt had was gone. The facial features were the same as before, yet the hair and the eyes were vastly different. “You’ve rejected us so much this is what we’ve become, if you keep this up we will win actually it doesn’t matter anymore we won. Do what you want, the next time you release we will have total control and you’ll be nothing more than a memory for us…. For me.” Chukudo started to laugh in a sickening tone, but Wycliff recognized the laugh and he waved his sheathed blade to dispel the image he saw.

Wycliff’s day was more than ruined, it was over and he needed to go back to the Soul Society. He forced open a Senkaimon and headed right back to the captain’s office hoping, wishing that my some miracle Ludwig would be there, sadly he wasn’t the office was empty and only he stood there. There was no one else to turn to, no one who would help him, he had to do this by himself and he had no other choice he had to confront Chukudo once and for all, he didn’t know what to expect inside of his inner world but it had to be better than simply allowing his power to run out of control.

[Col Arana]

I count 98 paragraphs. This means....

490 CTP to Wycliff

and 245 SP to Elke.