A Journey of Fools

[Kitai Yoru]

Name: A Journey of Fools

Participants: [First four people that join.]

Location: [Wherever I feel like.]

Difficulty Level: [Hard]

Setting: [DE]

Plotline: A strange group of Fullbringers have been making waves around the world, randomly appearing in various places and causing a ruckus. The people of the world have gone and have labeled these strange people as a new cult or something, while others just think they're attention hogs looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. Those with any semblance of spiritual power know better.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [3-1]

Estimated Time Until Completion: [Maybe five pages, depends on how fast or slow your characters take.]

Starts: [Maybe when enough people join.]

Special Conditions: [Yeah, upon entering, give a brief description of where your characters are, and possibly what they're doing, would make writing this a bit easier.]

[William O, Creed]

Definitely joining

[Faust guest]

Edward is in, on mobile atm

[Ailene Haschiro]

"A group of ruffians and hooligans? One of my biggest peeves. Well, I'd better see if they pose a threat to Hueco Mundo and Lord Kouhai's reign."

[Jeff Franklin]

Jeff is in Then!
If that's alright with you Soul

[Kitai Yoru]

"-has been hospitalized today, and we all wish her a speedy recovery. In other news, the unnamed group of vandals have started making headlines. Yesterday evening, a group of three masked individuals broke into the Tokyo historical museum. The police are stumped as to how no one noticed them, as they defaced several historical pieces of history, tagging strange symbols onto various surfaces. Investigators suspect foul play is involved in this-" The sharply dressed news anchor spoke, staring sternly into the camera, as she droned on and on about how reprehensible these people were, and how they must face justice. Very few people payed the television set she was on any attention.

Said television was playing in the window of a shop, little speakers from behind the glass were just loud enough for someone to hear her if they listened close enough. People walking by were scarce however. Dawn was starting to set on the city, bathing the sky in a vibrant orange hue. The light made the towers glow and shine, forcing anyone to glare, should they bother looking skyward. The news that a group of people were going around, damaging and destroying history bothered many people, but not enough for them to change their daily lives. It didn't affect them, but the fact that the group hadn't been caught had some people on edge.

The Tokyo Police Force were one such group. They were getting hounded by their superiors at the fact that this group were still at large. The fact that they had yet to give themselves a name, or announce their intentions to the world was troubling to them. There was no clear motivation for their actions, and it seemed to be entirely random, since they never stole anything. The symbols didn't make sense either. Their best guess was that they were occult symbols. It was a real head scratcher for them. On top of all that, this was the third museum in as many weeks, and the amount of people varied each time. Last time was three, but the previous week was two, and before that was four.

---

The Silburn was a place of great power and importance. There wasn't a person alive or dead in the know who didn't associate the location with the Vandenrich. Or, more importantly, the Quincy Emperor himself. A realm completely inaccessible to any who weren't subservient to the Quincy rule, protecting all who followed the Emperor from invasion. The Silburn sent a message to any who dare think to challenge the might of the Quincy; death awaits those who challenge us. And yet, that feeling of absolute security, that feeling that the outside world couldn't see them, let alone touch them, was starting to feel diminished, as of late.

All across the Silburn, various things have seemingly gone missing. Toiletries, personal items, crates of food, and even the occasional bed have up and vanished, sometimes even in the span of a second. A feeling of paranoia has infected the domain of the Emperor, and a great many soldiers have been more than a bit jumpy. No one has actually seem the objects disappear, but enough things have gone missing around to worry the Soldats. It didn't help that the bed that had vanished belonged to was one of the Stern Ritters. Vanishing the moment he stopped paying attention to it.

A tension fills the air of this cold dimension, as the common Quincy wait with bated breath for when this finally garners the attention of The Emperor. While he rules the Quincy, no one wanted to be the ones to tell him. To suggest that they were under the invasion of petty thieves, or that one of their own was pulling some elaborate prank on the entirety of the Silburn wasn't something a disposable soldier wanted to mention to his majesty. The very thought sent a jolt of fear up and down the spines of the rank and file Quincy. No, they would wait for someone of worth to his holiness to bring it up.

---

"Ugh. And why are we the ones stuck wandering through the desert again?" Came the voice of a very annoyed young woman. "Because you managed to pick the short straw for the both of us. Again." Replied an equally annoyed voice. Two robed figures waded through the white sands of Hueco Mundo, expressions covered up by masks and goggles. The two were dressed similarly enough for anyone looking to see they were meant to match, but distinct enough to be individually identified. They both wore white cloaks, a shade not dissimilar to the pale desert they treaded through. They both had survival packs, and looked like they were there to spend a good deal of time in the hollow realm.

The two walked side-by-side, hiking past trees made of crystal, and occasionally staring at the gargantuan structure in the distance. "I'm sorry! I figured that there was no way I could draw it again! Who gets the shortest one four times in a row?" She griped, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. The other looked nonplussed. "You, apparently. Of all the missions to get saddled with..." She hung her head in disappointment. She loved her friend, but the woman had the worst luck. She sighed, before pulling out a strange compass.

A small gilded black box rested comfortably in her hand. It was etched with strange symbols that made her eyes itch when she looked at it for too long. She opened the box with her thumb, as a small arrow spun lazily around underneath the glass. As if it realized it was being stared at, it sprung to attention, snapping into place, directing the girl on where she ought to go. "Well, at least we're going to get to see whatever the hell that building is, though damn it if it isn't gonna take forever to get there." The first woman said, speaking her mind once more, sounding slightly optimistic at the prospect.

"Nope." The other said, dashing any hope for the girl to sate her curiosity. "Apparently we're supposed to be heading that way." She said, pointing to a direction off to the side, away from the Monolithic thing off to the horizon was. The first girl just stared at the second for a moment, before hanging her head in disappointment. "Shoved into the land of monsters that have been plaguing mankind for as long as mankind has walked the Earth, and we don't even get to see what the only building for thousands of miles is... Can this mission get any worse?" She asked, tempting fate to do their worst.

---

In a way, Hell was a lot like the Silburn. Both were nigh impossible to invade, both were ruled by a nigh invincible ruler whom no one wanted to cross, and everyone who ever stepped inside suffered a fate worse than death when their time finally came around. The main difference, was that it was almost universally accepted that you avoided Hell at all costs. No sane or rational person wanted to go near the demon infected realm. No one wanted to risk the prospect of an eternity of endless torment and agony at the hand of ancient monsters, the likes of which have plagued the minds of mankind since their inception.

But there was always an exception to every rule. One mans Hell was another mans paradise, as the saying goes. So, when a couple arrived in the underworld, screaming and laughing in excitement, it turned more than a few heads. A man and a woman were falling, holding one another tightly in each others embrace, smiling and giggling like they had just won the lottery. They were old, hair white and skin like raisins. They had to be in their seventies, from the looks of them. They crashed into the first layer like a meteor, kicking up dust as the ground suffered from their combined impact. When the dust settled, it could be seen that neither had a scratch on them.

"I haven't had that much fun in ages. Why haven't we tried sky diving before?" The man asked his wife, helping her out of the small crater they left. She tutted at him, shaking her head in response to the question. "Because I'm afraid of heights. You know that. This was a special occasion, that's all." She told him, sounding every bit like a grandmother telling off a small child. The husband just laughed it off, as if this were routine for them. "Yes dear. Of course dear." He replied, as he took her hand in his, holding hands like the degenerates that they were. They started walking through Hell, mysteriously devoid of any chains to bind them.

[William O, Creed]

Jogging across the sidewalk on the left side of the street while staying closest to the road, William goes about his usual morning routine. Although he would love to just wake up late and start his day with a cup of something sweet, this was a work day and thus it wasn’t one where he could relax. Although if he was being honest with himself, relaxing wasn’t something that he would be able to do for the foreseeable future now that he had stepped foot back into the spiritual ongoing of the planet. If he wanted those late mornings then he should have just stayed away.

Wearing a pair of dark green shorts with bright green lines going down the side accompanied by a light blue sleeveless hoodie William certainly wasn’t someone to avoid onlookers. All the same though that wasn’t something he minded as gathering the attention of others simply meant that he could be aware of those around him all the same. Right now it just felt better, perhaps the best part of the day for the Fullbringer was the early morning when if he was out in the country he could smell the dew on the grass. In the city though he got a similar feeling, but no such pleasant smell.

This was the part of the morning when he’d do a bit of jogging in order to get his body ready for the rest of the day. On his way throughout some of the city he’d eventually stop somewhere new and pick up a drink, sometimes coffee other times tea. Always somewhere new as he was new to Tokyo and wanted to try everything the city had to offer. He wasn’t sure what today would be like at work as the Captain was really starting to go off on them about the vandals of the museums. William, despite all his knowledge and training, wasn't sure what his Captain wanted them to do when they didn’t have permission to stack out the remaining museums.

[Ailene Haschiro]

The White Desert. A desolate wasteland inhabited by Hollows and surrounding the fortress known as Las Noches. As the perpetual moonlight illuminated the otherwise darkened realm of Hueco Mundo, a familiar face could be found traveling the sands of the White Desert. The Septima Espada dressed in her traditional scholar robes. Most who roamed the White Desert were Hollows on the search for a next meal. Naturally those barbaric days were in the past for Ailene. Nowadays she preferred to simply stroll around the White Desert. Not that there was much to explore besides the tops of trees from Menos Forest and the endless expanses of sand.

Traveling further into the desert, Ailene's hands began to rummage through her satchel. A number of books sat in the satchel. Some medical journals to the Art of War to a Shakespeare novel or two. Ailene was always curious to learn about popular literature from the Human World. She had recently picked up a few books from the University library recently and spent a number of weeks studying them, learning all that there was to know about them. As she closed her satchel, she refocused on the dune before her. With a leisurely pace she walked up the dune, reaching the top where she saw something that amused her. A pair of two humans?

The Espada was immediately intrigued. Hueco Mundo was not easily accessible. A Garganta was traditionally needed to enter the realm of Hollows. Did this group have access to a Garganta? Then there was the matter of their identities? Could they be Quincy? Unlikely as Ailene was aware of the Quincy corrosive weakness to hollow reiatsu. Hueco Mundo's atmosphere was filled with this type of reaitsu making the very air itself potentially poisonous. From a distance, Ailene could tell that they were not in agonizing pain. This made Ailene inclined to believe that these were not Quincy. Could it be Fullbringers perhaps? Ailene thought that this was the most likely case.

Though there was one more mystery that needed solving. What was their purpose here? Ailene felt that it would be be important to discover a a motive. The Espada would begin walking parallel to them as she attempted to discover their destination. They were not on their way to Las Noches. This alone made it suspicious. They White Desert had very little of note besides the imposing fortress and Menos Forest underneath. For now she would be at a distance and observe. There no need to make hostile contact. At least not yet. Ailene made her presence no secret. No attempt to hide herself among the many dunes of the desert. She would maintain her current path, traveling parallel to them, attempting to discover their destination.