Nightmares of a Mad Man. DE, PvP

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Name: - Nightmares of a Mad Man


Participants: Anyone but there can only be one. Class 4 at a minimum to class 1 are all welcomed.


Location: If you can imagine fucked up mage tower made prison then you're on the right track.


Setting: DE


Plotline:

Isekai #2 except it's arguably worse than most you'll ever go to. Starting from a jail cell you are the newest "summoned" victim of an old man's eternal ravings. At some unbenowst time you have been summoned into this man's personal pet project, hell bent on creating a "perfect" monster from the soul of a powerful entity. You are the newest in a long line of potential monsters to be. With one major difference. Your jail cell was opened and unlocked and they forgot to bind you. It's up to you to figure your way out of this prison tower / corrupted spire of experimentation and find your way back to anywhere but here. Your best bet? Finding the old man who brought you here and force him to take you back.

Let's be blunt I'm trying my hand at another Demon Soul's theme'd adventure. Albiet smaller and one on one. The user is going to deal with the Tower of Latria and all it's horrors, victims, and broken prisoners. All the while attempting to find a means back to the world you got ripped form. Win and surivive or lose and become something else. Same as the old Souls formula with a few twists here and there. -


Estimated Enemy Strength:

This depends on the area.

The starting area (2-1) will deal with enemies that about class 4 to a couple class 3 creatures. The boss for it will be class 2.

The intermediate area (2-2) will have class 3 enemies predominantly with a few class 2 enemies sprinkled around. The boss is going to be class 1.

The last area (2-3) deals simply with the final boss and is expected to a hard-won fight. Class is 1-0 with the works.

This can be lowered if the participant is on the lower end of the accepted class range.



Starts: It should be starting in about 2-3 weeks. Gotta finish up some stuff on my end. Assuming of course there is a willing participant.


Special Conditions:

Ok so there are a few!

1. Step techs limited to twice a post max and can only go a maximum of 5 feet.

2. Air ground does not exist. If the user can't fly via a tech or some inherent ability, or cannot create constructs the user cannot remain suspended in the air.

3. Upon killing a boss the RPC will be refreshed in all manner. Physical health, reiatsu, stamin, and extra resources such as. Stamina posts, times they can release, ability cooldowns, etc.

4. Characters have 2 extra lives. If they die 3 times the thread is considered finished but failed. These will not be regained upon killing a boss.

5. Last but not least, as mentioned prior class 4 and 3 characters can participate however this may lower the overall difficulty and class of enemies they should expect to fight. This will be talked over prior to starting the thread.

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I'm in

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Perfect, an emotionally fucked shini for a morally deprived mad man. I dig it.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

OOC: Alright welp I'm starting this today because I've got time and I want to. So before we start there's one thing you need to know going in. This thread has a gimmick inspired by the section of the game you'll be playing through. Yours is "Invasions". Effectively there will be a few stronger than normal enemies that are "black phantoms". Basically corrupted mortal souls that are in the process of becoming a demon. They still look humanoid but they are stronger than you're average NPC equivalent. You will have 3 to deal with. One for each area. Killing them will net you with a reward but don't expect it to be easy by any stretch of the imagination. With that said let's go!


IC:

"Ahhhh how long has it been? How long since I've found one last? These. . . "subjects" of mine have long since been past their prime. Their forms battered and broken as their minds after my pets so graciously take care of them." The withered man looked at the ceiling of his throne room. The architecture was beautiful, as always. Even before he'd been banished the great tower and it's subsequent lessers made quite the sight. And if nothing else he had to give his former credit where it was due. She'd done incredibly well to design it, support it's construction, and ultimately maintain it. Admittedly if he had been in the prior queen's shoes he'd have never managed anything nearly as grandiose. Not on his own. Thankfully he didn't have to, not anymore. Not since he'd come back with a vengance even the demons of old feared. Hence how he'd managed to subjugate them. But those glory days were long past. His time long since spent trying to create demons of his own. Demons that were slaves to that god forsaken monster he'd met so long ago. The very being that allowed him to evolve. He shudders atop his seat before moving on and thinking of the current predicament.

"And now I find myself pressed to find any soul worth using. The humans and beasts alike are weak. Fragile. Powerless. They would yield nothing of value beyond being animating energy for my gargoyles. Something I do not need more of. What I need is a new creation. A better creation. Something that can aid me conquer the lands around before those other fools have the mind or clarity to try and spread past their own domain. Specifically that boletarian mongrel." The man damn near growled out that last comment as the secret behind the king was something he did not have and could not recreate. Not since he'd left the monster he served."Then there can be no other answer. If I cannot create a soul for myself nor can I reap one from my lands any longer then I must bring one in. One that can allow me to craft the perfect demon, in form, function, and power. The most important part. And I know just how I will find such a soul. Hehehehahahahaha!"

With his staff in hand the man despite his withered frail form began to chant softly. The staff he held began to lift itself into the air and gently exude a muddled gold aura. With a swift gesture of his hand the staff shoots to the ground and begins to genereate circle after circle after circle of magical symbols and arcane language. So much so that it encompassed the entire space before his throne. With a few more chants and gestures from the man the entire circle collapses to form a single highly complex magic circle. It radiated power unlike that which resided in the towers barring very few artifacts and even looked to warp reality around just ever so slightly as it's purpose began to take effect.


Camilla could have been anywhere in the world. Even the alternate worlds such as Hueco Mundo or even Hell. The latter of which proves to be nigh impossible to escape. And yet even there it would not have mattered. Camilla would begin to feel a strange pull from within. A swelling of power almost akin to a takeover from Albin and yet despite the sinister energy that surprisingly overwhelmed even Albin's monstrously dark reiatsu it was notic3eably different. Heavier. More corrupt. Hellish in nature but not quite the same "hell" that Camilla might be familiar with. And then as soon as it made itself known and overwhelmed it was gone. As though nothing had ever been present in the first place. This would remain such until Camilla had been in her apartment and the clock struck midnight. Regardless of what she had been doing or any plans that might have come to mind she'd feel the presence of that energy again. But not in the same way prior. Not simply overhwleming. Not quiet and quick in effect. It was dominating. Camilla's entire soul would feel like it was being hijacked, her energy reserves depleted and then replaced with this wicked malevolent energy, And from her chest would spawn a hole along with voice from within the hole. "Finally a WORTHY vessel. A WORTHY soul. I will have it. I WILL HAVE IT. I. WILL. HAVE. THIS. SOUL. IT WILL BE MINE!!"

From this hole would come a hand, withered and shrivelled. The capillaries so worn and broken throughout that it looked more akin to blood that had dried up than any other normal human skin pallet. And to make matters worse it had a strength to it that no being alive should have. And then from the hole came another hand. And another. And another. Until finally Camilla's entire body was utterly clamped down from the sheer number of inhuman hands and pulled from the outside in to the very same hole on her chest. This would not be a pleasant experience for either Albin or Camilla. And that was putting the entire event lightly. The last respite Camilla would have for the forseeable future was the brief period of unconciousness the event gave her.

When next she'd wake up she'd realize very quickly that she was in a dirty dingy jail cell. Old bloostains were all over the place. The chains were rusted and the room had sigils on every wall that seemed to make her reiatsu inert. Moment's later would be her next indication she was in hell or some version of it. The screams of a person being tortured mixed with those being dragged away unwillingly. And deafing silence that came after a few rings of a bell. Soft almost comforting chimes were it not the squelching sound of flesh being torn asunder after the fact. And that sound was close. Closer than Camilla could have ever wanted it to be. Within a few moments she'd see why.

Her jailor was nothing short of a chthulian monster. An octupuse for a head with tentacles around the "mouth" which held a beak that looked more akin to a sword. It held the eeriely glowing bell that chimed so softly before. But the fact that would likely send chills down her spine was the malicious smile it managed to make and the fresh blood dripping off it's beak, robes, and even the slight few droplets that came from the bell it held. It said nothing to her. Simply staring and letting her see just what her life would be for the remainder of her time here. What would befall her very very soon.


Several months later. . .


Between the experiments, live surgeries, and god forsaken magic that seemed to allow the jailers and their equally messed up "doctors" to claw at her soul Camilla had no come out the last few months well. Having been starved, beaten, torn into, and everything else only a test subject would experience she was at her worst. Made only just that much worse simply because he sword was always JUST out of reach on the wall to her right. Even if she'd wanted to harm herself and possibly end it all she was tied and bound with not enough chains to reach. And nothing within the cell to even attempt to help her.

That is. . . until her cell mate on her right side returned from his terminal experiment. Terminal being putting it lightly as the remaining "stitches" were barely holding in his internal organs. The very same jailor she'd seen on her first night had simply thrown him into his own cell after damn near carrying him in. So certain that he would die within minutes at worst that it'd even left the jail cell open as it walked off down the corridor. "Ha. . . Ha. . . Ha. . . Y-you. . .fool. . .You've let your guard down. . . finally."

The man chuckled wetly coughing up blood and not in small portions. He was cold. His legs unusable. Death was already at his door and he knew he wouldn't make it much longer but he knew who would. And finally. FINALLY it was his turn to get the final laugh. The next minutes were agonizing as he crawled to Camilla's cell. Blood staining the ground and arms nothing but bone with a thin layer of skin over them. Skin that was rapidly losing what little color remained. When he finally reached her jail cell's door he smiled a broken, empty smile. But his eyes showed mirth as he slowly brought out the key. "F-find the queen. . .She yet lives. . . Camilla. . . She will. . . ugh. . save us. . . save you!"

With his last bit of strength he unlocked the door and whispered the arcane phrase to deactivate the runes. Her iron clamps at her wrists would fall off and her door wide open. She'd finally be able to view just where she was. And it was a prison so high up, built with so many levels that she couldn't even see the bottom of the drop before her. If the rickety metal bar hadn't been infront of her she could very easily have fallen into the abyss below if she weren't careful. Jail cells litered her side as well as the other. The sky above was dark with a blood moon risen high into the sky and dark clouds moving about. By now she was used to the unnatural chill but her rags would still be no help to the ever present but faint breeze.

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OOC: Anything for those magic items uwu

IC:

In truth, Camila had been packing. Most of the day she had available to her was spent working on packing up her belongings, in preparation for a move into a more permanent home. She'd had enough money saved to move into a much better apartment than the one she'd been residing in. To put it bluntly, she was very much in need of a new place to be. She just didn't want to stick it out in the hellhole she'd been forced to live in due to not having a reliable source of income. Thankfully, the income problem had been resolved rather recently, so she was ready to finally leave the more impoverished side of Karakura Town, and move into a much nicer place!

While she was in the middle of this process, running through certain plans with Albin, she'd felt it. An overwhelming darkness creeping ever closer into her well-being; one she'd never felt before. To say it sent a shiver down her spine was an understatement. "Um..." she said, pausing with a box in her hand, "what the fuck was that? Albin, was that your attempt at a fucking joke?" Albin took a second to respond. "To be truthful," he started, his voice buried into her mind, "that actually wasn't me. Stay on high-alert here, Cami, this doesn't seem to be something good." "Then how about you stay the fuck down and stop fucking calling me that? Okay?" Albin simply stayed silent, as the girl continued about her day.

As their work began to conclude, and pressed well into the night, Camila let out a sigh of relief as she stared around her apartment. Anything and everything had been neatly boxed up, and stacked into the corner. Tomorrow was the big day, and she couldn't help but remain ecstatic. Looking at the time, Camila smiled. 11:58 PM. She'd just barely managed to finish before midnight! She chuckled. "Well, Albin, I'd like to think I did a pretty good job!" Almost immediately, she got a response from the sour hollow, likely still sour about the encounter earlier. "Eat shit and die, asshole." Camila couldn't help but chuckle. "Love you too, Albin."

Taking a deep breath and throwing herself down on the couch, Camila took a few short moments to reflect on what she'd just gotten done. She'd made great progress through the day, and tomorrow was approaching rather quickly. She was excited to see what the future held for her, and couldn't wait to finally be able to start new in Karakura! After that fucking nightmare of an encounter with Ludwig, she was glad to finally be able to be rid of the feeling of Shinigami breathing down her neck. Sure, she'd make him pay for the humiliation he'd forced her to endure at the time, but that wasn't until later. For now, she was simply going to-

She felt that hellish feeling again. It was overwhelming, all-encompassing. She couldn't stand it. She began to panic. She stood up immediately, but not without tremendous effort on her part. Her mind began to race as her vision began to cloud. She couldn't help but wonder if this was Albin's doing still; she'd felt like the last one had been, though much more... evil. This one was similar, but seemed like a struggle for control from him. He'd never usually been this forceful with trying to control her; it felt very uncharacteristic for the hollow. Then she heard it. One of the most horrific, blood-curdling voices she'd ever even hoped to hear, noticing the hole forming on her chest.

"Finally a WORTHY vessel. A WORTHY soul. I will have it. I WILL HAVE IT. I. WILL. HAVE. THIS. SOUL. IT WILL BE MINE!!"

It wasn't going to take a fool to realize this wasn't Albin. She didn't know what the fuck this thing was, and frankly she didn't want to find out. Though, as a grotesque hand seemed to emerge from her chest, it seemed like she was going to be forced to do just that. And then another popped out. And another, and another... within the span of a few short moments, with each one growing ever aggressive in their efforts to cover her as she tried to fight them off, she was eventually no match for the sheer overwhelming strength and numbers of the arms. She didn't know what to do, as even more panic began to settle in and wrack her mind with sheer chaos, eventually settling on blackness as her consciousness faded out, and she began to lose any semblance of control she might've had over the situation at hand.

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Camila shook silently to herself as she sat in her jail cell. The last few months had been an absolute nightmare for the poor girl. She'd lost count of the days she'd spent being experimented on, tortured, and kept within an inch of her life quite a while ago. The only thing keeping her even remotely sane was Albin's voice that had been exceedingly faint, but still there. If she didn't have even that, she likely would've lost it much sooner than she was in the process of going through. Every day had been the same; she'd wake up from what little sleep she was allowed to have, she'd endure being ripped apart for hours, and hours, and hours, and then tossed back into her cell to rot.

She'd been given no indication that today was going to be any different. At least, not immediately. It wasn't until one of her "friends" had been tossed back into their cell next to her, and she made note of the mumblings they let out in their half-alive tone. "Ha. . . Ha. . . Ha. . . Y-you. . .fool. . .You've let your guard down. . . finally." She listened in shock as it seemed that the impossible happen; she didn't hear the cell click shut. She didn't hear anything regarding that damned loud door assaulting her eardrums with it's cacophonous scraping against its own hinges. She let out a sigh of relief, before realizing what exactly that had meant.

Seeing that same man she'd grown to talk to when she could crawl along the ground and place himself right in front of her own cell, Camila watched in shock as he seemed to open her own cell and utter some horrific language that caused her bindings to open up. Slowly but surely, the malnourished girl forced herself to stand. "F-find the queen. . .She yet lives. . . Camilla. . . She will. . . ugh. . save us. . . save you!" She couldn't help but smile at the sound of his words. Slowly walking over to her blade, she pulled it off of the wall it had been held upon, and held it out in front of her. "M... Make them b-bleed, Buveur De sang."

As she spoke her release command, and the blade began to liquify into blood that poured onto the cold stone floor, Camila chuckled to herself. Rather quickly, this chuckle began to devolve into a horrid laughter. At this point, she'd been broken. The battering, the beating, and the bruising had gotten the best of her. She'd utterly lost it at this point, and for all she or Albin knew was far from saving. If she wasn't absolutely driven by vengeance before, then things sure as hell had changed now. Surging her reiatsu through her own body, Camila's injuries had begun to patch themselves up and restore her to a rather all right position for the time being.

Stretching her arms, Camila let out another soft chuckle. Gods, was she feeling good. She felt ready to tear this fucking jail apart. In fact, she was going to do just that. She'd make whomever sent her here fucking pay. At that moment, she swore to herself to make sure that the cause of this was going to endure everything she'd been forced to endure, only twenty times worse. She'd make sure that damned being was going to know true fucking pain. Taking a few steps outside of the cell, completely disregarding her now dead "friend", Camila began to look around, up into the sky, and down into the abyss below. Forcing reiatsu through her arms, she was ready for whatever she'd have to put up with to tear down those that stood in her way of vengeance.

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{Cami's Stats & Skills}Type: Spirited

Strength: 50
Speed: 400
Spiritual Pressure: 400 [600] -> 600 [900]
Reiatsu Strength: 250 [375] -> 50 [75]
Instinct: 200 [130]
Senses: 100 [65]
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 0
Dark Aura: 100

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Skills

Weapons - Blood Weapons: 3
Mental Incantations: 2
Damage Recovery: 2
Strength of Will: 3
Pain Tolerance: 3
Hakuda: 3
Kido: 2

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{Reiatsu Pool & Blood Counters}Reiatsu Pool: 4,625/9,000
-200 for Shikai.
-300 for transfer of 200 Reiatsu Strength into Spiritual Pressure.
-200 for Hypermetabolism.
-675 for Combat Cutback activation, 900 Strength.

Blood Counters: 1
-10 for Hypermetabolism
+1 for passive generation in Shikai.

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{Hypermetabolism}By taking three seconds to activate this technique, Camila can spend 200 Reiatsu in order to sacrifice any amount of Blood Counters. An effect is activated based on the amount Sacrificed. This technique can be used on allies by adding an additional two Blood Counters as a cost, increasing by an additional two counters as the strength of the effect increases.

1-5 Blood Counters: Camila feels refreshed, giving her a small stamina boost. This is enough of a stamina boost to bypass the stamina drain for this technique. This also closes miniscule wounds, and fixes any small bruising. Wounds that are larger than an inch in length are not fixed.

6-10 Blood Counters: Camila is granted the benefits from sacrificing 1-5 Blood Counters. On top of that, larger wounds are healed, and all bruising is fixed. Wounds that are larger than 5 inches in length are not healed.

11-15 Blood Counters: Camila is granted the benefits of sacrificing 1-10 Blood Counters. On top of that, she's able to repair a fair amount of potentially lethal wounds. All cuts and bruises are healed, and Camila can restore small parts of her limbs (She can restore a lost hand or foot, but not the entire arm or leg).

16-19 Blood Counters: Camila is granted the benefits of sacrificing 1-15 Blood Counters. On top of that, she can restore damage to entire limbs, though only one limb can be healed per use at a time. She also gains 2 points in Poison Resist, but loses them after 1 post. These points are treated as though she had them since the beginning of the encounter, in terms of resisting poison-based effects.

20+ Blood Counters: Camila is granted the benefits of sacrificing 1-19 Blood Counters. On top of that, she can restore organ damage. This is limited to organs that will not almost immediately kill her if damaged. If her heart or brain were to take severe hits, these cannot be restored. Though, intestines, lungs, etc. can be restored no problem.

This technique is used to heal wounds. It is not meant to restore stamina. It only helps to prevent limbs from being useless through breaks, or to prevent blood loss. Camila will still tire normally. This technique requires at least 1 Blood Counter to activate, and cannot be activated with any less than 1 Blood Counter. Camila must remain stationary during the three seconds this technique requires to activate. If she is hit out of this channeling effect, all Reiatsu and Blood counters spent for activation will not be refunded. While in Bankai, this technique has no reiatsu cost, and instead only costs Blood Counters.

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{Combat Cutback}Class: 4

Technique Type: Reiatsu

Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Anyone with 300+ SpPr

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Affects: Persons with high spiritual pressure are known for their large reiatsu pools, but they also tend to be known for their weaker reiatsu strength, which means they have a ton of reiatsu, but not that much to actually use it on. This techniques entire purpose is to take that sheer volume of reiatsu and turn it into a viable, dangerous weapon.

The user builds up a pool of reiatsu internally, increasing the internal pressure, before channeling it towards a set of limbs, such as the hands or feet, discharging it as a weapon. By doing this the user can harness their reiatsu into physical striking power, allowing them to match a physically stronger opponent blow for blow, or possibly even beat them. Upon initial use the user pays 75 reiatsu per 100 strength, maxing out at their spiritual pressure, but afterwards the per post upkeep drops to 25 per 100. The amount of force generated can be changed once per post, going down merely drops the upkeep, but going up, the user must pay the initial upkeep as well as an additional 75 reiatsu for every 100 strength they add to the technique.


How to use technique (How is it activated?): Building up internal reiatsu before focusing it on a set of limbs such as hand hands or feet (or other applicable appendage like a tail). Before mastery of this technique only a single limb, such as one hand or foot, may be selected at a given moment, after master is obtained both may be used at once.

Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc): Besides a fairly large initial cost and a moderate per post upkeep this technique only has one major drawback; reiatsu burns. When using this technique the user is forcing a large amount of reiatsu to be funneled through a relatively small area, so extended use can be dangerous. 1st degree burns begin to form after about 3 posts, 2nd degree after 5, 3rd after 7, and finally after 9 posts the chosen limb becomes borderline useless and the technique can no longer be used in that area. Healing, specifically of the burns, will reset the timer of this technique.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

While Camilla had finally been free and was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of being under her own control again another was looking down. From far, far away atop his throne, in a tower Camilla couldn't even begin to notice if only due to the fact that said tower wasn't even in view of her particular section of this "city" of towers. A withered form chuckled to himself. Slowly, almost silently but growing ever louder until he'd finally begun to just laugh as loudly as possible, scaring even his "superior" minions that were right outside his door. A few moments go by before he finally calms down and just smiles to himself, with no one else away of his damn near rotten smile. The remains of his humanoid teeth blackened and razor sharp. "So our most promising test subject thinks she can escape? Believes she can defeat ME? HAHA!! We've not had someone with as much gal or hunger to consume the demons around her since I was mortal! Not even my own beloved creations have as much sense of self left for that! Then let's see just how far she gets. The most recent foolish "subject" has given her a chance, let's make the most of this and see just how far she can go. But first thing's first, her very special jailor will need to be informed of his newest. . . guest's accomadations hehehehahahahahaha!!"

As far as Camilla was concerned though with her bindings broken and her freedom given she was finally able to choose her own path. . . sort of. In truth she really didn't have much in terms of options for travel. If she looked down the right side of the hallway she'd realize that the stairs she was frequently dragged up as locked behind a metal gate. Obviously it needed a key, even Camilla could have guessed that but only her eldritch jailors ever had a set of keys on them. If they didn't have a set on them she'd have to find another set somewhere else. Thankfully her current warden was at the other end of the hallway, near the open space with all the wooden coffins stacked on one another.

The original cuthulian monster that was her first "visitor" was the warden over this specific level, along with it's companion who was currently roaming the opposite side of the level Camilla was on. And it was this opposite companion who noticed something was wrong. Something was moving in the darkness. Originally it'd seemed like just the prisoners doing their own thing as usual. When in their "free time" they did many things. Most of which revolved around suicide or other forms of self harm. But when it heard fresh blood being spilt and began to sense an energy that it was unfamiliar with that's when it knew something was up. Something that was more than ready to take them to the slaughter house.

Due to Camilla's cell being dark and the distance between the opposide sides being a couple hundred feet apart it really only made sense that shadows could be seen moving from the opposite sides. Including when one walked in front of the eerie dark blue flames that every once in awhile lined the walls. The opposing warden relayed the information to Camilla's personal warden who at the very end of the left side of her hallway immediately began to run back. It was stunned and confused. The "special" prisoner couldn't be moving. She'd been locked down for months. She was bruised and weakened arguably more so than the other prisoners to ensure even if she did escape that she couldn't. And yet. . . that energy she radiated off. . . it wasn't the fearsome and sinister mana that they were used to from their overlord. But damn if it wasn't still high on the list of fear inducing aura's.

The warden slowed his running to a quiet walk, trying to be quiet but ultimately forgetting his bell chiming softly would give him away. And given it was his catalyst for magic it even glowed a light cyan showing off exactly where it was. That however could not be said for it as no warden was ever terribly "gifted" in physical sensory faculties. They were more attuned to their magical senses. And thus he could "see" Camilla's energy radiating from her cell. A slow mental muttering he readied his first spell. A paralysis spell. Nothing Camilla hadn't seen him or the other warden use occasionally. It was a large and very obvious orb of electrical current that would lock up one's muscles if it hit. Worst part was that the orb itself would run 3 feet wide in diameter which combined with these narrow halls would make for a difficult means of dodging it.

But this was it's ace in the whole. It simply needed to land the orb against Camilla or worse yet just allow it to fire through her and she'd be stuck in place. It was 10 feet away from her cell and growing ever closer ever so slowly. It's opposite warden watching with it's "spiritual eye" as the energy sources got closer to one another. It readied a quick incantation for a longer ranged attack. If it noticed anything strange or in the worst case event it noticed Camilla so much as attempt to harm the fellow warden she'd be effectively dealing with a sniper shot from afar. But until the opposing eldritch warden noticed anything it'd stand still.

OOC: To make sure it's understood where Camilla is at I'll be more specific in details. The level design of this section is basically a "U". Camilla is on the end left end point, one jail cell away from the stairway to the next floor. The stairway is to her right. On her left are several jail cells that are built into the wall on the left side. The abyss below is on her right and spans about 200 feet in distance from the other "hallway".

Every 3-4 jail cells there is a torch lit by dark blue or light blue flames. It's light doesn't reach very far but it's enough to keep dim lighting in between the immediate area's of the torch itself. At the end of the hallway on her left is an open rectangular space. It's about 30 feet wide and 200 feet across. Most of the space is litered with coffins, witch cauldrons, and occasionally other torture devices. (I.E iron maidens, spiked chairs, etc.) These are made of wood and bits of steel for the parts that will normally harm an individual.

There are other prisoners around, most have lost their minds and look similar in form to Camilla's now dead "companion". Their cells are locked shut and similar to Camilla's have no lighting that isn't moonlight. In the center of each "hallway" on either side there is a large jail cell about 4 smaller jail cells worth of space and filled with extra torture devices and prisoners. These rooms usually hold anywhere from 10-16 prisoners. Smaller cells usually hold 2-4 at a time.

There is no cieling thus the sky, clouds, and blood moon are easily visible. The base floor is so far down it's impossible to see past 3- 4 levels below your current one. The opposite hallway does however have a small passage way that leads to another section of jail cells. This passage is directly opposite of where Camilla's cell is currently. Last but not least each "hallway" is really just a narrow walking space about 4-5 feet wide that has a metal railing on the outerside of it. These are rusted, they are bent out of shape, and in some places gone entirely. Most of these will only really endure a single hit from a strength of about 300-500 depending on the quality of said metail railing.

Camilla's cell in particular is pretty much just a stone cell with one window behind her. That's been her only light source as the nearest torch is at the stairway door or a jail cell 3 cells down her left. There are her chains with are normal mildly eroded steel. Wierd markings and arcane symbols and sigils engraced into the wall itself. And a simple metal rods embedded into the wall that held her zanpakuto. Aside from perhaps any scraps of clothing she tore off or dead rats, bugs, or the like she really doesn't have all that much. Not even in the way of furniture. It's a pretty barren room. Most smaller jail cells are similar in nature but without the arcane symbols.

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{Eldritch Jailor stats / skills}
Strength: 100 (55)
Speed: 200
RS: (300) 600
SPPR: 200
Instinct: 100 (55)
Senses: 50
ES: 150 (300)
HE: 0

Skills:

Magic: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Mental Incantation: 2
Calm Mind: 2

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As she was now free from her cell, Camila craned and cracked her neck. Making all too much of a note of the fact that the door to her right was locked, after having dealt with being dragged through it for the last few months, she made a mental note of the fact that while her goal, that area was going to be a dead-end for the time being. She'd need to find a key for that to happen, and where it stood only those monstrous assholes that she'd grown familiar with had been the ones to carry keys. Great. Just fucking fantastic. She slammed her arm against the cell wall at the thought of this, complete with a "strength" of 900 thanks to her spiritual pressure.

Continuing to walk down the left path, Camila glanced into the cells to either side of her for the time being. Every other prisoner she'd seen wasn't really close to how battered or bruised she'd been at the time. This infuriated her; for her to have been put through that hell, and to have been singled out the entire time? Oh, she was growing more furious with each passing minute, allowing her own reiatsu to flare out of control due to her current emotional volatility. She gave very little care over anyone that might've been able to sense her; if nothing else, it meant more options for her to fight, and more options for her to tear to pieces in order to show that she wasn't fucking around.

A few moments later, Camila saw a faint glow in the distance, and heard an equally faint ringing of a bell. Clenching her fists, she'd made quick note of the fact that this was one of these wardens that had been walking through the areas. One of the fuckers responsible for everything she'd endured. The moment she heard the sound of the bell, she immediately went from a walk to a sprint across the hall, straight for the warden in question. The last few months, due to testing her own ability to maintain her sanity, had also given her a sort of one-track mind, having been forced to focus on very specific things in order to simply keep herself in a somewhat okay mental state.

As the golden orb had been willed into existence by the beast whose blood she vowed to smear across the walls, Camila simply kept running toward it. Taking a moment to analyze the size of the orb as it flew through the air as slowly as it did, Camila noticed an opening toward the bottom of the orb itself and the ground she ran on. If she was going to clear through the attack aimed for her, she'd need to think as smart as she could; which wasn't exactly the easiest given her mind was more or less on auto-pilot for the time being. In turn, though, she'd been able to come up with an idea; one that she'd thought should've worked pretty well.

Due to the speed in which she was running, the speed of the orb, and the fact that she'd started running before the orb had been fired, the orb couldn't have been too far from the Warden; at least, that's what she'd hoped for. She'd take advantage of that fact, and continue to keep up her speed. Once she was relatively close to the orb, Camila dropped to the ground, using her momentum to keep pushing her forward into a slide along the stone floor in order to clear underneath the orb. The moment the orb had flown passed her, the girl conjured a spear from her own vitality and reiatsu, with the point facing her. Bending her arms down and allowing the spearhead to force into the stone by her, Camila used her full 900 pseudo-strength to propel herself not only back up, but into the air using the spear as a catalyst for this force.

Pulling the spear out of the ground once she was into the air, Camila reformed this weapon into that of a blade akin to a tantō, she allowed her momentum to once again carry her toward the warden if she was within close proximity of it, and did what she could to drive the blade through the monstrous entity. If she'd been able to connect, she'd spend the next thirty seconds pulling the blade from the monster, and jamming it back through at a different point of contact each time. After stabbing the thing upwards of twenty times, leeching from its vitality each and every time if she'd connected with a sound that had been a mix of a shout and a grunt, Camila stood back up and straightened up her posture.

With a soft chuckle, Camila admired her work. Holding onto the blade tightly, Camila used her free hand to search the warden's body for a set of keys. If she'd found any, she'd hold onto them tightly as she stood back up. If not, she'd simply force the body of the hopefully-dead warden over the edge of the rails of her current floor. She didn't want to have to see that damned thing anymore if she didn't need to. Looking around toward the other cells, Camila smiled at the thought of the fact that she'd now been freed; that was an excitement that was likely going to last through the remainder of not only her time here, but quite possibly for the rest of her life.

Shikai Duration: 2/10

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{Reiatsu Pool & Stored Blood}Reiatsu Pool: 4,150/9,000
-225 for Combat Cutback upkeep.
-150 for Bloodweapons creation.
-100 for Bloodweapons shift.

Blood Counters: 7
+1 for passive generation.
+5 for strikes against the warden.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The opposing warden watched the events between it's compatriot and Camilla unfold before it... And he knew fear for the first time in it's life. The first and foremost warden for Camilla was dead within seconds. It had no means of coming back from that assualt and it certainly didn't expect to find Camilla capable of such fine movement as sliding on the ground after everything they'd put her through. If it could think anything coherent it would have wondered where it went wrong. Only realizing in the last couple seconds of it's agonizing death that it was the old fool it'd thrown into the cell next to her. And with that it passed into the old one only knew.

Camilla on the other hand was now utterly covered in it's green gupe that was it's blood equivalent. Not that she'd care it was likely catharthic in ways many others wouldn't be able to imagine or experience. However this high was about to be dropped like a hot knife through butter. This warden did not have the keys she needed. And with that fact realized very quickly she'd kick it's body over the edge to an eagerly awaiting abyss. Meanwhile the opposing warden had no idea what to do. Originally intending to fire off a quick blast of magic it just stood in horror for a few moments. But then it remembered it's passage way that was behind it and without further thought it fled into it and down the left of the opposite side. Camilla would easily see it run off as the passage had fires at either end of said passage way.

The real question now was where would Camilla go? After the runaway warden or would she search around for the keys? Perhaps the keys were held by the other warden. It was hard to say for Camilla as she'd only just started her search. For the time being though she'd have to continue her search around until she managed to find them. In the meantime though some of the prisoners would be gasping in horror. Their barely functioning if functioning at all minds straining to even consider what had just happened before their eyes. Though a few took the chance to try and reach for the eldritch monster to try and eat it. As much as they had been treated "better" than Camilla they were still in a far worse state than anything she'd arguably seen at any point in time. And that was assuming she'd ever met anyone else who looked like even their bones had been eaten away from lack of sustenance.

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Taking a deep breath, Camila made note of the closest prisoner to her reaching out and looking to grab out toward the body, and she'd realized almost immediately that she'd need to take advantage of the situation. The moment she saw this man do so, she wasted no time running up with her blade, and running it through the man's hand to cut it off as it hung there, causing a noticeable amount of blood to flow from the now-open wound straight into her own blade. Allowing a smile to creep to her face while she listened for the agonizing shouts that were likely to follow from someone losing their own hand, Camila seemed to get a sort of adrenaline rush from this. Using that newfound energy, she made a straight sprint for the guard that had been looking to flee, wrapping around the hall and headed straight to where she'd seen the beast run off to.

Taking the time to think to herself about what had been going down, she began to wonder just how she was going to get out of this situation. She had no clue where she was, no memory of how she'd gotten here, and no idea how she was going to leave. At that point, Albin seemed to rear his head into the mental conversation she was having with herself. Well, now, little Cami, she heard, this is certainly a curious situation you've seemed to have gotten yourself into. Audibly sighing, Camila decided to respond to the harassment she was going to have to otherwise deal with. Albin, unless you've something genuinely fucking useful, do me a favor and get out of my head. I'm not going to deal with you distracting me.

As she made her way down to the other side of the hallway, passing by each and every prison cell and paying them absolutely no mind, Camila stopped her pace when she came to the passage the warden had gone through. Holding her hand out, Camila forced reiatsu to circulate through the air in front of her as small lacerations opened up on her palm to offer a blood sacrifice. With blood intermingling with reiatsu, a small orb of flame was quickly created no larger than a golf ball. With that, Camila began to speak the incantation to the spell she was in the process of casting; “Ye lord, Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man. Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hado #33: Sokatsui.”

As she finished speaking her peace, the orb expanded to a size that was likely coming close to eclipsing the entire hallway, as it soared through the air and illuminated everything right nearby. Unlike a normal Sokatsui, this flame was pink in color, taking on the natural pale appearance the spell traditionally had and mixing with her own blood for the cast. The goal here was to hopefully singe and murder the warden that was now making a run for its life. Should it try anything, she would be ready to act in order to shut it down. She wasn't going to put up with shit from anyone or anything here. While that was going on, Camila did what she could to make note of the passageway she was now in; trying to see if anything was out of the ordinary, or was likely to immediately catch her eye.

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{Reiatsu Pool & Blood Counters}Reiatsu Pool: 3,775/9,000
-225 for Combat Cutback upkeep.
-150 for Sokatsui.

Blood Counters: 7
+1 from passive generation.
+1 from injury via overall ability.
+1 from bonus via Bloodweapons.
-3 for Sacrificial Spellwork.

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{Sokatsui @ 831 OS}
Class: 5

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: Fire

Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a more powerful version of Hado #31, releasing a fireball of blue flames that’s about half as large as an average person in size. The impact of this fireball leaves first-degree burns upon impact, and has more impact force than Hado #31.

How to use technique: Speak the spell and point hand towards the target.

Incantation and Effect: “Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!” With the incantation, this spell gets a 20% increase in Reiatsu Strength (i.e. if Reiatsu Strength is 100, this is treated as 120 with incantation).

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{Sacrificial Spellwork}
Sacrificial Spellwork is a technique that's purpose is to help power up her Kido wherever possible. This technique is activated alongside the use of any Kido, and can only be activated once per post. In order to activate Sacrificial Spellwork, Camila needs to sacrifice a number of Blood Counters equal to the Class of the Kido above 8 (a Class 7 Kido would cost 1 Blood Counter, while a Class 2 Kido would cost 7 Blood Counters). What this technique does is infuse her raw spiritual prowess with her spells, allowing them to be strengthened by quite a bit, sacrificing precision in order to power them up. Instead of functioning off of solely Reiatsu Strength, a technique boosted through Sacrificial Spellwork will benefit from 25% of Camila's Reiatsu Strength, and 75% of her Spiritual Pressure. While in Bankai, this is increased to 100% of her Spiritual Pressure instead. Additionally, releasing into and refreshing Bankai will always cost 100% more reiatsu.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Despite Camilla's best efforts the sheer distance she had to run had allowed the warden to run through the passage and into another cell block with ease. Hell it didn't stop until literally ran into another eldritch warden with it's compatriot warden on the other side sending a telepathic message curious about it's arrival. With a quick mental showcase of the fate that befell Camilla's personal warden and the jumbled up thoughts from sheer terror the two wardens quickly grouped up at the end of the hallway. There was no way they could get a hold of Camilla alone so their only bet was trying to get her as a three man team.


The plan they came up with was simple. Two would be using their paralyzing spell to cover the entire hallway making sure their former "guest" couldn't just slide her way through. Meanwhile the final warden would use the piercing magical blast to ensure that even if Camilla somehow dodged the paralyzing orbs she'd still get hit with something. And given it's piercing properties it'd likely manage to hit her if she had some sort of defense anyway. With this plan in mind they'd bunch up at the end of the hallway, on the left side of the passage's exit. The paralyzers in front and their last warden readying his attack from behind them.

As far as Camilla was concerned by the time that she made it to the passage she wouldn't note much of anything. Prisoners in their cells, some grasping to something that wasn't there, most moaning out in agony or some other kind of pain, and a good few just quiet in their cells having been broken long before Camilla came here. Camilla had 8 different cells to her left where she'd just ran by and 3 to her right. Meanwhile the passage, with a lovely array of burn marks from her explosive outburst, was empty barring the still burning torches. Or rather was empty now because she'd literally incinerated anything that had been in there.

If she listened carefully she'd realize that it was a tad quiet, even for the cell block. Obviously there were some ambient sounds from those in the cells but the bells weren't ringing anymore. Not those of this level of the prison house. The only other sound was an ominous yet calming singing. Female in nature, somewhat elegant though it definitely sounded a tad horse. The big noteworthy point of it however was that it wasn't coming from her level. It was coming the level above her.

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As Camila continued to chase this warden down the halls and into the passageway it had entered originally, she'd sighed when she was met with a few other enemies she now had to take care of. Upon sight of all three of them, Albin decided to chime in. "You've got three you need to take care of," he spoke, a fair tinge of pain in the tone of his voice, "and it looks like all three of them are going to advance with magic. Take care of it." Gripping tightly around the blade of blood in her hand as the three spells were cast, Camila shouted into the air as loud as she could. "Shut the fuck up, and LET ME TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, DAMMIT!"

As she finished speaking, spells were cast upon her direction. Two she quickly realized as the one she'd dealt with not too long ago; the electric orbs. Seemed that the way they were set up now, it seemed they were almost trying to prevent her from stopping the same tactic she'd just tried against them. Some kind of mental link? Experience sharing? Something like that had to have been the case. It was far too convenient for that not to be the case. Either way, she'd deal with it somehow. She'd have to. She wasn't about to go back to that... that hell. Though, she was rather surprised when she was the target of another spell to come her way; one that aimed to pierce through her if she wasn't careful.

"Duck, Camila."

Albin's damned words had forced a bit of distraction from her, causing her to shift in a way she wasn't prepared to. Instead of heeding his direction and ducking like she probably should've, Camila instead strafed to the her left, and was rather unfortunately met with a rather nasty burst of what she could only assume was some corrupted reiatsu bursting through her right shoulder with a rather surprising amount of force behind it. Grunting, Camila forced her own reiatsu to wash over her arm, closing the wound as quickly as she could muster. It wasn't completely closed, but she'd be able to rely on her natural ability to recover from injuries from there. For now, she had to deal with these assholes.

Holding out her hand, Camila once again allowed her palm to be slightly ripped open as her own blood fused with her reiatsu, and once again launched out a pink-tinted Sokatsui toward the electrical orbs, upon mentally speaking the incantation in her head this time instead of aloud. As the orb of fire soared through the air and toward the orbs, she breathed a sigh of relief when the Sokatsui's explosion dissipated the uppermost orb, just due to the raw difference in offensive strength if the techniques were similar in relative power. Once that was out of the way, Camila made a mad dash toward the orb that remained, and implanted her blade into the walls beside her.

Tightening her grip around her blade, Camila hoisted herself into the air, running her feet along the wall and ending up on level with her blade that had now been implanted in the wall, and took the time to jump over the orb, pulling her blade out as she looked to land hopefully unscathed. Standing up and regaining her composure, the Shinigami made a direct charge toward her opponents, and looked to slash through each and every one of them, trying to make quick work of them as well as she could while also keeping a particular cadence to the speed of her strikes. Each and every strike she made against them - all looking to cleave in some way, shape, or form through their heads - was fully prepped to begin to drain whatever blood or energy she could from the monstrous beings.

As she took a deep breath and took the time to analyze the world around her, she decided against calling Albin out for the time being. She wasn't particularly wanting to annoy him, only to deal with him trying to seize control of her. She'd known immediately that something like that would've- Wait. Stopping her thought process, Camila turned back to the hall she had originally entered from; the passageway. She'd heard something that sounded interesting; soothing, yet creepy at the same time. It sounded like... singing? Something urged her to check it out. From there, she immediately made her way out of the passage she'd originally entered from, and back to the door by her cell, accompanied by a want to try to find the source of the singing. Once she'd gotten to the door, she'd take the time to try to cleave through it with her blade; simply to test to see if it was resilient enough to withstand her strikes.

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{Reiatsu Pool & Blood Counters}
Reiatsu Pool: 3,200/9,000
-225 for Combat Cutback upkeep.
-150 for Sokatsui @ 831 OS.
-200 from Hypermetabolism.

Blood Counters: 0
+1 from passive generation.
+3 from injury via overall ability.
+3 from bonus via Bloodweapons.
-11 for Hypermetabolism.
-3 for Sacrificial Spellwork.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

The wardens plan had gone well enough considering how makeshift it was. Camilla was forced to stop for a moment which had given the warden in the back enough time to manage a solid hit on her. However as was noted very quickly there really wasn't much point to it given Camilla had just as quickly healed the wound after getting it. The two wardens up front were starting to "sweat" nervously, at least whatever the eldritch equivalent was. This was only made worse by the fact the paraylsis orbs were both dealt with swiftly and unapologetically.

However the furthest back warden had made a small counter plan to deal with Camilla's immediate arrival. As she raced over it simply rang it's bell causing the other two wardens to turn and have their eyes widen up at it's betrayl. A moment later as the first warden was getting cut through the bell released a spherical blast of energy out that hit everyone barring the eldritch monster itself. It in and of itself didn't stop Camilla's blade but the now deceased body that got thrust to Camilla did push her body just far enough out the way to avoid the hitting it. However it's ally on Camilla's left side was not so fortunate. Between the blast and the blade it too quickly found out the cold embrace of death.

Camilla in all this would end up slammed into the second endmost jail cell. This of course spooked the inhabitants who quickly backed away to their opposing wall. Meanwhile the eldritch jailor would slowly walk forward having thought that the blast would be more than enough to knock her out. Afterall in it's past experience even the rare foolish adventurer would have had a hard time getting up from that blast. Camilla wasn't out for the count. Not by a long shot. And though she wasn't exactly sane in the head anymore it didn't mean she was a fool. Thus she'd end up waiting for the last jailor to make its way over before absolutely gutting it.

Before Camilla would return to the passage way two things would catch her eye. First would be a quick sheen. It was something she wouldn't have noticed prior due to having just entered the second cell block but also because she was dealing with it's wardens. However with her taking a decent period to cast her gaze around she'd notice it with ease. Without any doubt these were the keys the wardens usually used to open the door next to her cell.

With this small victory however came a realization. The music she was hearing wasn't from this level. It was from the level above her. And having taken a moment to listen she'd very quickly realize it was also coming from directly above her. She'd need to get to the second cell block's higher level, which could be possible if she used the gate near her original cell and made her way back to the upper level of the second cell block. Until then however she'd only be able to speculate as to who or what was making the ominous music.

As Camilla made her way back however there was yet one last thing that would grab her attention. "Hello?! Excuse me, I don't know who you are but it's obvious you're not a warden!" Camilla like the keys wouldn't have noticed the man the voice came from. But now she'd very clearly see just who was speaking to her. Unlike most jail cells his held within it a bright light, clearly magical in some nature. And for whatever reason his section of the right passage way of jail cells had been broken off from the main way. Camilla would have a bit of a trek ahead of her if she wanted to find him again.

"Please before you go hear me! Come to my cell! I can help you with your plan to escape! I've been past the jell cells and into the main structure of this tower once before! I can help!" His words seemed too good to be true and they even held an edge of desperation in them, but then again whose wouldn't have? Especially considering what happened to those here. And considering the man had enough sanity left to speak that could mean he was being truthful in his request of Camilla. Ultimately though it'd be on her if she wanted to humor him or not. Regardless he would simply wait for her response and if she left or said nothing he'd simply sigh to himself.

Details of the man were hard to see despite the bright light that was in his cell. But what could be seen was that he was older. If not by his clothing which were thick robes worn and torn at the edges, then his tone which held a rough edge to it that only came from being several decades older than Camilla was physically. Any finer details though wouldn't be possible to be made out from the distance she was at.

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{Souls gained for killing 4 jailors}
200 per -> 800 total

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After having cleaved through one of the eldritch abominations she was dead-set on ending, Camila was quickly met with a force slamming the girl straight into one of the cells she'd been by. A concussive force like the one she had been forced to meet head-on likely would've been enough to knock out most anyone. That said, if Camila was anything, she was durable. Forcing herself up with a newfound hatred and bloodlust toward the warden that had done that to her, Camila quickly left the cell, and leapt on the Warden, tearing her to pieces in a matter of a few short moments. By the time the deed was said and done, she took a deep breath to try to calm herself down. 

"Nicely done, Camila," Albin said, "took you long enough to get that done, but you never seem to disappoint." She simply sighed. His constant chattering was growing to annoy her, even if it was just poking fun at her wherever he could. Oh, how she desired to tear him apart. She'd have the time for that later, though. For now, though, her main priority was getting out of this hellhole. She would have her opportunity soon, after she made her way to Las Noches. "Eat shit and die, asshole," she spat, "unless you're going to be useful, do me a favor and shut the fuck up." She was growing tired of his constant harassments, and wasn't going to stand for it.

Looking around, Camila quickly eyed down a set of keys that she grew angry at herself for not making note of earlier. Upon closer inspection, she'd quickly realized that she'd seen these before; these were the keys that the Wardens had held onto! A small smile rose to her face as she grabbed them, and used a small amount of her own blood to form a very thin belt around her to hold onto the keys. It wasn't anything crazy, but it was certainly enough to get the job done for the time being. That said, she began to make her way out of the passageway she was in, and back out to the main hallway she'd taken the time to run down, giving everything a closer look where she could afford to.

Though, one voice seemed to catch her attention. "Hello?! Excuse me, I don't know who you are but it's obvious you're not a warden!" Quickly turning to face the voice that echoed through the cells, Camila was quickly met with a man against his own cell. She eyed him down cautiously as he continued to speak. "Please before you go hear me! Come to my cell! I can help you with your plan to escape! I've been past the jell cells and into the main structure of this tower once before! I can help!" He could help? How the hell would he have known the layout of the area? Granted, she'd made note of the fact that his cell had been magical in nature, so perhaps he was worth hearing out?

"Oh, how interesting," Albin prattled, "seems as though little Cami found herself a friend. How ever will this end up~?" Camila sighed, and turned to face the cell the man was in. If there was a way she could make it to his cell with relative ease, she'd do exactly that. "Look," she said, either softly our loudly depending on her proximity to the cell, "this will be the only time I trust someone like you. And you damn-well better believe that I'm going to keep you in check; you know, make sure that you couldn't betray that trust of mine even if you wanted to. Anyway, though, what's your name? N' more importantly, the fuck are you doing here?"

If she had the option to, she'd unlock the man's cell. If all went well thus far, she'd take the time to test the limit of her powers. While she had the option to, Camila would create a sort of collar out of her own blood, and fasten it around the man's neck. She had her own plans for the man should something have turned out going a way she didn't particularly care for. "I'd be careful, if I were you," she spoke, "I both can and will reshape this while it's around your throat. One wrong move and I promise you that the fuckin' Wardens here'll be playing Soccer with your head. That, and for as long as you're around me, I will be treating you as my own personal battery. Don't get that misunderstood, capisce?" With that all said and done, she stretched out her arms. She'd need to be ready for what was to come, given she now had someone she was likely going to be stuck defending. "So, where're we headed?"

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{Reiatsu Pool & Blood Counters}Reiatsu Pool: 2,825/9,000
-225 for Combat Cutback upkeep.
-150 for Bloodweapons creation.

Blood Counters: 1
+1 from passive generation.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Freke was many things in his life prior. A dishevled older man was not one of those things. He'd had to grown used to that. However Camilla was something he was not used to. And the sheer volume of energy she gave off surprised even Freke, he like the wardens had been able to make her out despite the darkness from that alone. It didn't help she had a twinge of darkness mixed in with it. Thankfully however his yelling had managed to reach her.

Her response though was . . . unnverving. Crass, crude, and to the point. He could understand her hesitance but this was more than just anger. In some way or another this individual had snapped mentally awhile back. He needed to be careful but she was his only means of escaping this place, especially while that golden robed monster yet lived. Taking a deep breath he responded to her question, yelling as loudly as his throat would allow. "I understand! My name is Freke, I am a sage! I came here in search of the queen to aid in the scourge of demons! She has been disposed however and replaced by a monster in human garb! I attempted to fight him off but failed and was imprisoned here! That was several decades ago however the layout is still the same! As are his creations and servants!"

From where Freke was it seemed Camilla was considering his words. Though it was likely how she could twist and use him to her advantage. He likely wouldn't be able to escape without her help anyway so whatever she had planned he'd have to agree to. But there was a part of Freke wondering if he was getting into a deal with the devil. Maybe once before Camilla had been human or just simply more humane but if her energy was anything to go by she was bloodthirsty. Plagued by a deep rooted anger and hatred that was more than just this hellscapes influence. He needed to be very careful with her. And the first step to doing this was to tell her how to get to him. From there they could talk more privately.

With another deep breath he yelled out again to her. "The corridor to the right of my cell has collapsed. If you intend to find my cell you must travel through the gate on your side! Then circle your way back to this cellblock! And when you find the set of stairs that go to the lower levels of this jail you will find the entrance to this level again on your right! I can tell you the remainder of the layout once your here!" Freke coughed to himself having not spoken let alone yelled so much in years. If he wasn't careful he'd go hoarse. Hopefully this would allow Camilla to find him. If her were fortunate she'd make her way here without being harmed by the wardens. If not. . . well he'd die here in his cell.

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"I understand! My name is Freke, I am a sage! I came here in search of the queen to aid in the scourge of demons! She has been disposed however and replaced by a monster in human garb! I attempted to fight him off but failed and was imprisoned here! That was several decades ago however the layout is still the same! As are his creations and servants!" Camila simply nodded in response to Freke's words; they definitely gave her a lot to think about. There was some sort of Queen here? As he said, she was replaced by some sort of 'monster in human garb', though. That had to be the reason she was here. Clenching her fist, Camila shouted back to Freke.

"What do you know about the guy that usurped that Queen that used to be here? What kind of stuff is he able to do?" While not the most tactful in her words, Camila hoped that she'd be able to get her point across to Freke. Her goal was more to gather information as much as she could've for the time being, as to know just what she'd end up dealing with. She was going to tear that man down when she had the opportunity to do so, she simply needed to know what she was dealing with first, though. If Freke knew anything, she needed to get that information out of him in order to give her an advantage over that unnamed usurper.

"The corridor to the right of my cell has collapsed. If you intend to find my cell you must travel through the gate on your side! Then circle your way back to this cellblock! And when you find the set of stairs that go to the lower levels of this jail you will find the entrance to this level again on your right! I can tell you the remainder of the layout once your here!" The girl smiled. Seems to be that he really did know his way around here, that much had been proven for the time being. Though, even with that said, Camila still had hoped that this wasn't some sort of trap. If it was, she'd be walking right into it, if not only because she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this.

"Got it," she said, "I'll be there shortly. Don't go and die on me before I get there, though!" Chuckling toward the end of her words, Camila gave Freke a smile, should he have been able to see it. Her sense of humor wasn't something she had a mind for right now, unfortunately. Turning around and making her way back through the passageway she had ended up in, if she was uncontested through that walk she'd turn right, and start making her way to the gate she'd been told to find. She didn't have too much of an option otherwise, and could only really go off of the one lead she had for the time being. She'd make her way to Freke no matter what; whether that was for his assistance or to fell him for throwing her into a trap was yet to be seen.

Shikai: 6/10

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{Reiatsu Pool & Blood Counters}
Reiatsu Pool: 2,750/9,000
-225 for Combat Cutback upkeep.

Blood Counters: 2
+1 from passive generation.