Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night Social - Marik/Astrid

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid breathed heavily as she returned to her senses. Yet again, she couldn't find it within her power to fully control herself. The souls of those she'd consumed were overpowering and utterly overwhelming. And yet it didn't dominate her, no instead it empowered her, egged her on like some kind of fire that was constantly being fueled with explosive material. Astrid simply couldn't help but see nothing but the blood on her hands and the piles of bodies she'd made. It was both immensely satisfying as well as immensely upsetting. For all the big talk Charlotte had given Astrid about how much more powerful the Espada were compared to standard arrancar let alone arrancar compared to hollows, she had to admit she had desired more control over herself. While she got power unimaginable to her previous iteration she had also lost quite a bit of control along with it. Something Charlotte had distinctly not mentioned in her speeches. Astrid couldn't find it in herself to be angry or even frustrated. Instead she was oddly calm and simply found herself unconcerned. Brushing it off as if it were a speck of dust on her shoulder.



Astrid hummed to herself as she looked over her now "normal" form. If nothing else she was immensely pleased. She was perfect, in a way. Distinctly feminine in body yet not weak or dainty. She had musculature that would make most men envious. And it came with an immense amount of power to back it up. Still Astrid had to wonder if it was enough. . . Marik was still around. Technically a higher rank than herself. She growled softly at the thought of him still being better than her. She felt a spark for just a moment within herself before it faded. Speaking of Marik she needed to face him again. Not. . . in a fight per say. They needed to meet. And to Astrid's immense displeasure "Talk". She rolled her eyes as she began to inscribe a sigil onto the ground before her. Grumbling quietly as she did so. "Of course it has to be a "talk". He had one moment of understanding how to BE a hollow and afterwards returned to his spineless self. At least now he'll understand . . . most of what I say. I still don't like talking. . . It's still so . . . foreign. Even if it feels more natural than it ever has."



Astrid humphed to herself as she finished the sigil. A bit more complex than her preferred sigil but unfortunately her older one had stopped working ever since she'd became a hollow. Another annoying trade off. All her powers were shifted and changed dramatically. It was frustrating having to navigate into a new everything. Powers. Self. Capabilities. Envirornment. Her eyes narrowed especially so once she thought about where she was now. An Espada. Just like Charlotte had wanted. Was it worth it though? She was gone now. Had left her within her palace and then disappeared. There was nothing remaining of her. And it made Astrid furious something fierce. She remembered that experience vividly. She'd released almost immediately on accident and was almost at the same time lost in her fury more so than she'd ever been. The souls screamed not at her but with her. Completely in sync and assisted her in letting loose. This of course meant she had run rampant through Las Noches nearly unchecked until she found herself in the wastes. . . again. From there it was day after day of just killing everything before her. Eating what she killed. Stalking around the sands and becoming familiar on an instinctual level with them. Even going down into the forest and attempting to cultivate some level of "territory".



None of it sated her. She continued to feel like she was missing something. Wasn't doing something she needed to be. Something that was made just for her. So here she was, a tool for yet another arrogant fool. Just like the Akki of Hell. The waste of space would certainly go down there when they finally passed. But until then she was bound to the "Castle" he had. Unless of course. . . she just walked away. Charlotte did that. Perhaps Astrid could or rather SHOULD. Tempting as it was to rampage across all the worlds she still had business with Las Noches. Rio needed to be put in his fucking place at some point. The disrespect he'd given Astrid previously never forgotten and absolutely not forgiven. She would grind his bones into paste, then into dust, and finally into the very grains of sand in violence. Perpetually light him on fire if she had her way. There was also Marik, current Primera Espada. He was. . . an enigma to her. Spineless. Yet stronger than anyone she'd ever met. Hell his ranking in this convoluted system proved it. And yet he never realized it himself. Well. . . not completely.



He'd come to terms with it for a brief period on this "misadventure". Astrid felt her right eye twinge and flex in minor phantom pains. While she had regained the eye the scarring over it was never gone. And it immensely bothered her. Marik too had lost an eye if she wasn't mistaken. As she walked through the warped space she had to wonder if her still was down an eye or if he had regained it. As the world around her warped back into place, she found herself among one of the many hallways in this fucking maze of a "castle". She growled to herself again, mildly annoyed that she was going to be lost again. Worse yet, it wasn't like she could sense anyone. THAT had NEVER changed. As much as Astrid had learned and begun to understand reiatsu she could never sense it for shit. If anything she had an instinctual "understanding" of it. Especially whilst it was being utilized around her. But she never could willingly look for it herself. She groaned and let out a loud sound of frustration. She'd have to find Marik the old fashioned way. Walking. In circles. Picking different directions.



Or rather, she would have had she not caught his scent. It was faint, probably a couple weeks old at this point. And yet she knew it had to be him. It smelled of bird. And as far as she knew, there was only one bird that mattered in any world she could go to. She immediately started following the scent, hands in her jacket pockets in tightly wound fists. It would be a long while until she'd find him. Or wherever his end destination was, so she may as well come to terms with the trip. For any looking as Astrid all but prowled the hallways she'd stand out for several reasons. First and foremost being she refused to wear white. The uniform she was given had been torn to shreds almost immediately. Instead, she had stolen her wardrobe from the human world once she'd figured out how to return to it. To make matters worse, most of Astrid's wardrobe was black. So, she stood out even further given all of Las Noches seemed to have this insane need to be white as the sand outside. It only made Astrid more willing to rebel against the stupid rules she could now comprehend.



Thus, Astrid had on a grey V-neck undershirt with a black leather jacket on, black ripped jeans, and military boots on. The undershirt given how far the V-neck went showed off her collection of skulls that was her mask fragment as well as the tattoo of her rank. However. . . it was fucked up. While Astrid WAS the third espada she had almost immediately decided to disregard the ranking tattoo and had forced the hollow making it on her body to add a "1" to the front. This way she could be the Thirteenth Espada. She knew that it technically meant she was weaker than the others, but she figured if someone wanted to push their luck, she could just kill them for trying to prove her wrong. Besides, if she was going to have ANY number on her body, it would be a number she fucking liked. So, 13 would be on the base of her throat and in between her collar bones in full gothic glory. Sitting just above her fragment. Astrid took another deep breath, focusing on the scents at play. She found Rio's almost immediately and just about turned on her heel to go after him. But she knew that there would be time later. He could and WOULD wait for her.



Marik could not wait. If nothing else Astrid NEEDED to know why the fuck he was here. How he took Charlotte's position. And most importantly, what the fuck he was doing. This place wasn't something Astrid would have ever considered Marik being a part of. So, the fact he had deeply concerned her. Especially since she was also present. The frown on her face grew as she immediately let her right-hand punch into the wall and start dragging deep cracks on it as she made her way down another series of hallways, twists, and turns. His scent was growing stronger. She was starting to find it overwhelming in some respects, considering that there were other scents mingling and trying to fight for supremacy. One being something that was already mixed with cologne or some other disgusting smell. She couldn't imagine who would douse themself in another scent. It was disgusting and whoever had done it, had wasted their time even attempting to hide their scent.



After what felt like an eternity, she found just what she was looking for. The entrance to Marik's domain. His "slice of the castle". Well, his now. It used to be Charlotte's but given her absence, it had been readily consumed by Marik. Faint smells of Charlotte and Serenity were present, however. Very very faint. And it made Astrid. . . uncertain how to feel. Anger and frustration were the go to's but this new feeling wasn't. Instead of thinking on it any further though Astrid decided to simply enter as she did all the rooms now. She kicked the door open. Or at least attempted to. It wasn't like Charlotte, nor any Espada reinforced or otherwise changed their doors. It would be stupid to do so given half the time they were destroyed by people like Astrid or by the Espada in question. Assuming the door wasn't reinforced and fell off the hinges she'd walk into Marik's domain and promptly yell out to him. "MAAAAAARRRRRIIIIIIK! I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING IN HERE! IF I HAVE TO FIND YOU, I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOU'RE SKULL INTO SHRAPNEL! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"

[Maria Ashwin]

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Thread Title: Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night
Participants: Marik Ashwin , astrid vess

World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled , social

Rating: R
Location: A mile off from the rubble
Circumstances: Marik Needs A word with Astrid

I didn't come here to

mesure each others swords

1.)A gentle breeze would blow through the hallowed halls of las noches , much had changed with the passage of time, torches passed, power shifted and great unrest fell upon the ivory citadel. The prospect of war hung in the air, like the pungent scent of a rotting corpse.

2.) Although not all in Las Noches felt this way, no as of late the mind of the Primera Espada was plagued with both stress and worry as he saw what most other's did not and that was that their fortress was nothing more than one of kohai's baubles.

3.) not a place to feared or avoided when one can simply kick the dome in or blow a hole in the walls. This was the home of the espada to fight them in their own domain should be a death sentence and yet it is a simple walk in the park.

4)Marik would groan as he sat in the middle of a destroyed room sunlight pouring through the hole where the ceiling used to be, he currently was leaning forward on his bean bag chair hands clasped together in front of his mouth as he stared up at his whiteboard. He had been here for hours running the numbers over and over, he needed capital and a great deal of it for his endeavors to see the fruition of day.

5.) Most who knew Marik before he became an Espada knew him as a simply lazy bird, his very existence was a contradiction to what it meant to be hollow, He had not evolved out of necessity or a hunger for power but simply to escape the endless waves of those who sought to devour him.

6.) While now he found himself nearing his peak. Those who wished to face him were indeed less numerous but they were far more powerful, he knew now more than ever he needed to look tall and strong, or else he would surely die,

7.) Thus he gave himself a series of lofty goals, a sea of tasks that seemed nigh impossible and never-ending. One by one he has slowly contributed a great mass of wealth and stability to the ivory citadel he called home so much so that Kohai saw it fitting to set spies upon him.

8.) a trespass he could not abide not with the personality that had cemented itself as the dominant half in the body. When he found the exqias foot soldiers in his home and discovered the tunnels, he simply decided to wipe the board clean and start a new.

9.) After leveling his abode to naught but rubble and ash, he made a new dwelling out of four concrete slabs with a green towel acting as his door, he took great care moving it away from the rest of the rubble. It was well-known at this point that there was no Primera's palace anymore.

10.) nothing of the previous owner remained marik had personally seen to their removal months ago before the destruction occurred. Marik would be pulled from his thoughts as a small boom occurred off in the distance, an energy nagging at his senses like a roaring dragon.

11.) Standing up he would wipe the whiteboard down as he moved the towel and stepped outside his little hut the sun bearing down upon him, Marik would squint onto the horizon looking in the direction of his old home, as he watched a small plume of dust rise. "who the..." 

12.) His question was soon answered as the words of a woman , echoes across the dome though distorted and garbled because unless she was shredding her vocal cord there was no way in hell marik was hearing her. "did...she think i was still sleeping in there?" now marik had some odd sleeping places , but did she really expect him to sleep in a pile of garbage and rubble?

by Mizo.❉ of ww.

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid went silent as she allowed Marik an opportunity to show themself. She was in his domain after all, he should be given the opportunity to present himself to those that entered. In the meantime Astrid simply walked deeper into the wasteland that remained. Admittedly, she was surprised. This was something SHE would do. Hell this IS something she had DONE to the previous third's palace. But for Marik to do this? Did he finally snap? Was he actually taking a page from Astrid and most hollows books? Astrid wasn't exactly a thinker to begin with but even with the new and surprising ease with which she could think and consider the world around her, this was one sight that truly just stumped her. At best, there were the fragments of buildings previously one. The feeling Astrid had within her grew some. A strange and weighty thing it was. Unbenownst to her, she was disappointed in a way. She may not have actively saw the domain as a home but there were aspects of it that undoubtably had become familiar to her. Familiar in a way she had been alright with.

Whatever familiarity had been present, was now utterly gone. And it made Astrid uneasy given she very seldomly experienced this particular form of disappointment. Still, like her anger she moved past it with ease. Letting it flow off like it was a breeze going past her. Astrid had made it a few hundred feet in by this point and Marik was nowhere in sight. Which was surprising given she had gained a far better pair of eyes than her six previous ones combined. Still where her eyes failed her, her nose did not. The scent of Marik was pungent here. In a way that was still fresh. It was highly unlikely he was gone from this place and was likely somewhere within it. The question however was where. It wasn't as though there were many if any places to hide. It was sand and rocks and a fucking annoying ass "sky". She looked up and narrowed her eyes at the fake sun. Just you wait you bright waste of space. I will find a way to erase you. If only in my domain so, be it. BUT I WILL END YOU!

Astrid growled at the ball of light before returning her gaze to the empty room. She was growing tired of walking. Which meant she was going to do one thing. She flooded some reiatsu into her legs, poised herself and then disappeared practically jumping into the air via Sonido. She managed to get near 100 feet up to help give her a better view of the space. And low and behold did she find what she was looking for. There was a good reason Astrid wouldn't have recognized it at first. It was a collection of boulders effectively. Hobbled together in such a way that it formed something of a space but more than anything it looked like Marik had just stacked them together. The green towel didn't help matters as it was effectively the only source of color in this black and white wasteland. "Found you." Astrid let herself fall and hit dead into the rocky expanse below her. A pair of rocks shattered further from her boots pounding into them. She could feel the leather groaning some. Astrid rolled her eyes as she knew the human world boots could only last so long. She'd have to "acquire" more later.

With that plan in mind she immediately sonido'd again and again and again until she appeared directly in front of Marik, looming over him given she was well over 6 feet tall now. As she stared down at him she'd look him over, take in any noticeable details like his possible missing eye. New scars. Expression. Body language. Every non-verbal que she could get as even now she believed the best language was always going to be non-verbal. And Marik was no exception to that rule. It did not however cross her mind that Marik may not recognize her. She'd never revealed her "acquired" form to him. Never attempted to hide her hellish form from him. And now she was more humanoid than ever. Taller than ever. Literally bigger than ever. And unironically noticeably female. She was a goddamn person, physically speaking. Yet all this wasn't anything Astrid even began to consider as she looked him over and then maliciously smiled at him as she stared him down. Look at him. Such a small thing now. It's like when Samson would look down at me. He seems. . . vulnerable in a way. But I know better than that Marik, you're hiding what you can actually do. I know the spark lies within you.

Time for Astrid seemed to slow as she finally came back to reality and stopped familiarizing herself with Marik at his current state. Eventually she finally spoke to him, "Long time no see Marik. Seems you've been. . . busy as well. You know, there's a few questions I want answers to but there's only one that really matters." Her smile faded to a frown, typical Astrid resting bitch face, and bored into his eyes further. [/color=sienna] "Why are you serving a waste of space? Last I recall you wanted to be as far away from this place as possible. Sleep in the dunes perhaps. What changed? Surely, "Rizer", didn't actually convince you to come here."[/color] She growled less at Marik and more at the thought of Rizer. Another stain that she should have made on the wall. She'd sworn she'd scrambled his brains when she was banished back to Hell. And yet he had persisted somehow. . . it upset her immensely. Yet even now the emotion felt hollowed out as it washed away quickly and Astrid stopped tensing her muscles. Her eyes refocusing on Marik while she waited for his answer. She was more curious than she was willing to admit, especially to Marik.

[Maria Ashwin]

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Thread Title: Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night
Participants: Marik Ashwin , astrid vess

World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled , social

Rating: R
Location: A mile off from the rubble
Circumstances: Marik Needs A word with Astrid

I didn't come here to

mesure each others swords

1.)Marik would look astrid over , she had become a mountain veritable muscle ;she exlipsed marik in size and build. 'even as arrancar's she's still taller than me' he thinks to himself with a frustrated sigh as she begins to question him on why he was here and serving this org of all things.

2.) He would simply shrugg in response , "because it was easier than constantly fighting that pink coat wearing dipshit , i shattered his spine , i rained ceros on him i even threatened to cut off his legs" he explains pinching the bridge of his nose , clearly frustrated at the mere thought of rizer.

3.) "but no matter what realm i hid in , or how many times i beat him he was always there and if it wasnt him it was some other peon so i vit the bullet so theyd piss off" he would yawn that last part out , his eyes locking onto the color of her hair '...you know it suits her' he would declare internally.

4) "but it's best not to linger on the dead , now for the reason i called you here how do you feel about ridding the world of one of our competitors?" a loaded question he knew but his hopes where that somewhere beneath this new calm was the same rage filled beast he had come to appreciate in the coming time he knew her.

by Mizo.❉ of ww.

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid's frown grew ever deeper as Marik explained his reasoning. It was so many words. So much when he could just have simplified it down. Told her, Rizer had forced him in a roundabout way. Still though, thinking on that waste of flesh made Astrid start to growl to herself. Remembering him attacking her out of nowhere. Slaughtering the spirits, she'd summoned with ease. And constantly belittling her with words she couldn't understand. And worse yet, his successfully banishing her back to Hell. She wanted his body dead or alive. If only to ensure she could force him to endure hell for what he did to her. She unlike many others could have made his death well and truly permanent. Still, she was too late. The dipshit was dead and somewhere else in the soul cycle. She'd have to search his soul out if she could be bothered to remember. Her growling quickly quieted as she took note of Marik looking her over. She gave him a small smirk as she looked down at him.

That's right. Realize just who I am now. Better than I ever was previously. Astrid's smirk immediately shattered as did her relaxed stance when Marik said he'd called for her. Eyes narrowed to slits as she found a spark of anger and couldn't keep it aflame long enough to let it take root. She was growing steadily more unhappy at this occurrence with her emotions and this "peace" that continuously defined her new existence. She kept the frown and narrowed eyes if only to be passive aggressive at a minimum. There was however, a silver lining. Marik had a plan or more like a target to destroy. Astrid began grinning again, hair on edge, muscles tensing as a dim feeling of excitement rushed through her. Her gunmetal canines showed, and she found herself eager to hear who exactly it was that needed to be a stain on the ground. Hopefully, if not most likely, it was the shinigami. Or maybe Marik wanted to destroy Hell. Another excellent choice. Both, she had a personal interest in.

For now though it seemed Marik was intent to stare at her like the walking dead and wait for an answer. It should have been obvious though. Astrid was always willing to collect more victims. She let her body relax somewhat but a certain "hunger" etched itself on her face and she swore she could hear her stomach growling. Though in truth, that may have just been in her head. She didn't wait much longer. "Like I haven't eaten in years. When and who are we killing? Hopefully it'll be a banquet like it was in Soul Society." Her flesh as a whole rippled ominously and very clearly unnaturally. If she wasn't careful, she'd let Marik in on the fact she'd been . . . "learning" to do new things with herself. It turned out her body was better than ever in more ways than the eye could see.

Still since she was in for the long haul now, she was going to need to hear him out. She immediately deflated at that. She'd agreed to talking which was the worst part. She couldn't, but would, be mad at Marik since it was her who started this whole endeavor. Still, she needed to focus on the fact she could consume others. And that alone was worth hearing him long enough to grate her ears away. It'd be "easy" to deal with, but she wasn't going to like it one bit. She sighed to herself as she visibly showed frustration while it was plain as day she was thinking about something. She crossed her arms over her chest, kicked up a tidal wave of sand, and fortunately found a decent sized boulder under it. She'd reach down and yank the thing from the sand before setting near the newly created hole and sat on it. Eyes yet again boring into Mariks dead reflections. "Make it quick. I still hate "speaking"."

[Maria Ashwin]

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Thread Title: Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night
Participants: Marik Ashwin , astrid vess

World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled , social

Rating: R
Location: A mile off from the rubble
Circumstances: Marik Needs A word with Astrid

I didn't come here to

mesure each others swords

Marik would remove his right hand from his pocket yawning scratching his messy mop of neon green hair , a few flakes of sand falling to the floor as Astrid casually flexed her muscles. ‘Im guessing she’s never heard the homage carry a big stick and walk quietly’ he would think to himself taking a moment to note her strength and how effortless it looked on her part. Marik himself didn’t understand the theatrics of it all , the segunda espada had showed his strength in a similar manner in a form of intimidation while he couldn't place astrid’s little display on a spectrum he never understood her beyond their shared love for bloodshed when things got heated.



While astrid was taking her seat he would simply sit criss cross apple sauce in the air , using advanced air-ground to support himself settling himself at her eye level “They’ll be plenty of souls to go around , in six months once i have fortified this position we will launch the attack” this information was said flipantly without care , his one emerald eye looking astrid over her that body ripple from earlier was a tad concerning was something…wearing her skin…



“Those that hunt hollows will be exterminated but to shorten the plan up im going to scout the enemy out and once ive confirmed a point of entry, i will gather intell on their forces , ill set up a way to funnel our forces directly into thier base and then the slaughter begins we’ll thin their numbers till almost nothing remains” it may have sound unchristianly brutal for Marik , but then again who actually took the time to get to know him. Once he was done talking he would be looking just past astrid to a white shredded and tattered glove laying in the sand , “i guess thats all thats left of him”

by Mizo.❉ of ww.

[Astrid Vess]

Astrid tilted her head some as she watched Marik sit on effectively thin air. She didn't know what he just did but it was mildly interesting to say the least. Perhaps this was another form of magic. Maybe she should have spawned a sigil instead. Showed him that he wasn't the only magic user around. Then again, he already knew that didn't he? Their misadventure to the depths of fuck knows where didn't exactly have her hiding the fact she could use sigil magic. She growled to herself as she continued listening to him. It wasn't a contest, but it was a contest at the same time. Just because Marik was technically better than her or had the chance to be didn't mean she was going to back down from him. His listless air and unconcerned body language did nothing to help this spark of internal frustration. Said spark only grew when he said they'd be waiting several months. Astrid's reaction was immediate, her eyes wide and she was pissed if the depth of her frown was anything to go by.

Marik just seemed to go on however before Astrid could yell at him. She calmed somewhat when she realized his target was hunting hollows. Which immediately had Astrid narrowing the list down to the shinigami. Sure Hell wanted new souls but they targeted everyone, so they weren't picky. Shinigami however, the bastards that they are were always picky about hollows in particular. Possibly arrancar if they view them as much the same. She continued to humor Marik and his rambling. Look for their home. Find holes in it. Then set up a group to stomp it out of existence. It sounded great in theory. But it took far too fucking long for Astrid's tastes. To which she decided to vocalize her thoughts on the matter about as bluntly as possible. "What the fuck Marik?! You want to kill someone, and you act like you need a fucking scheme to do it!? Fuck's sake just tell me you're fucking scared of them at this point. Where the hell is that murderous intent from earlier?! You've got it in you and you let yourself sink into . . . this!"

Astrid immediately growled out as her body flexed and slowly started to warp some. She was frustrated and slowly turning to anger despite her minds attempts to keep cooling her temper. Memories of shinigami killing her pack came to mind. Sights of hollows being chopped to pieces brutally or otherwise blown away by magic came to mind and Astrid started twitching. She reached down and grabbed the boulder she had been sitting on and threw it at his "abode" then snarled at Marik. "Fucking shinigami do NOT need this kind of concern. They are fucking TRASH. A WASTE of space DAMNIT! I'll go fucking break their goddamn door in since you're too chicken shit to step up and do it yourself!" Astrid was breathing heavily but found herself rapidly calming down again despite her best attempts to keep that emotional flame alight. She had managed a momentary burst of flame, but it couldn't stand forever in what was a pond of calm. She wouldn't say more but she had several more phrases and curses for Marik lined up if he continued to piss her off.

She did however take a glance towards where he'd motioned earlier. Finding that fucking glove of that absolute waste of space in this abandoned castle. The arrogant fool's glove that was torn up and barely holding itself together. Astrid immediately jumped on it grabbing the entire thing before tearing into it further and eating what was left. She swore she heard a faint cry come what was left of its sentience as it found itself metabolized into her soul and was thus made into spiritual fertilizer. That appeased her more than she'd have cared to admit, that fucking soul deserved to be beaten to hell and back. Again. And again. And again. And again. Unending. Turning back to Marik he body language was unfortunately relaxed. Calm. It didn't take a genius to see that she herself was still in disagreement with Marik's decisions, but she wasn't capable of exploding again. So she just continued to frown at him with narrowed eyes and more than anything disappointment. Her opinions of others weren't ever good, but she knew Marik was strong. And his pussyfooting around was always going to drive her insane.

[Maria Ashwin]

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Thread Title: Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night
Participants: Marik Ashwin , astrid vess

World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled , social

Rating: R
Location: A mile off from the rubble
Circumstances: Marik Needs A word with Astrid

I didn't come here to

mesure each others swords

1.) Marik's outward demeanor had remained unchanged the unimpressed look carved upon his face sat like carved stone, he didn't understand astrids constant growls and grunts as the conversation went on.

2.) When the topic of bloodlust was brought up he had to physically stop himself from allowing the corners of his lips to upturn in a minor almost unnoticeable smile. Marik enjoyed combat as much as the next arrancar.

3.) but did they truly mean anything in the grand scheme of things, how many times had Rizer been felled before death truly stuck? and he had watched Camillia literally piece herself back together after being chopped into four pieces.

4.) what was battle and bloodlust worth when death was nothing more than an inconvenience it held no true meaning and thus didn't matter in his eyes; but seeing as Astrid rage was ever growing he wouldn't voice this she'd figure it out on her own.

5.) Letting out a yawn he would rub his 'good' eye before reaching his pocket and pulling out a snicker bar he had pilfered from the human world and simply taking a bite, he would give his now tiny ramshackle house a once over it was now rubble. 'why must i be surrounded by savages' he thinks to himself taking another bite of his treat as he turns to face astrid.

6.) "are you done yelling yet?" was the only response he had for her after that little trade in the same dismissive tone he always carried. She was just venting her frustrations marik had no grounds to stand on for retaliation, after all they where surrounded by nothing more than worthless rubble and he could always make another ramshackle hut.

5.) "my invasion is meant to take out two factions at once, a tactile assault that destroys multiple enemies at once to destroy soul society in the way i have planned another faction must fall first to avoid creating a power vacuum" he takes a moment to finish his snickers.

6.) "or would you prefer we go pull a rizer run in crotch first and fail? he had the left hand , right hand , rio and a marksman whos power shook the foundations of sieretie and kitai a man who is reknown for his skills but ran in with no plan and unceremoniously failed" his head resting against the palm of his hand. As he awaited her response no doubt more swearing and curses, but it was clear what he was telling her in TLDR don't be a rizer.

by Mizo.❉ of ww.

[Astrid Vess]

Marik's response was bait. Through and through. There was no way that it wasn't. But she'd already gotten angry and forcibly sustained it for longer than a few moments. She knew by this point her new "emotional state" wouldn't let her be that explosive again. Not for a short while. Thus, she gave up trying to be exceptionally mad about it and instead decided that she would have to resort to cursing Marik out and attempting to explain just how him doing something was NOWHERE near the same as Rizer doing literally anything. It was like comparing a child to an adult. One can achieve things and the other cannot. One is strong while the other is weak.

One actually has a brain and the other is barely a collection of body tissue. As far as Astrid was concerned, actually trying to compare himself to Rizer was beyond an insult. And not just to himself, but to Astrid as well. Given Astrid KNEW he was leagues above that shinigami stain. Especially when he wanted to be.Astrid took a frowned heavily and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Marik. "Acting like Rizer could have ever been a threat to anyone beyond himself is a fucking insult, Marik. I killed him, you killed him. He was a fucking moron at the best of times and fucking useless at the worst. And we both know there wasn't a "best" of times with him. So, no, I don't expect you to pull a Rizer. I expect you to be capable of doing what he couldn't because you are STRONGER than him. And for that matter who the FUCK cares if he had Rio? Rio is fucking useless!"

"Fucking CHARLOTTE could have beat his ass, and I assume you must be stronger than her. Muscle-bound disrespectful fuck is all that he is. . . . The other two I don't know them. However, the hands of lord don't exist can't be that strong if like their owner they sit around and do nothing. Fucking who would keep RIZER around?! ARGGH! Look, the point is this. Rizer could have had the secret to cripple Soul Society and he would have fucked it up. I expect and KNOW you're better than that. But this is too fucking long winded. Too drawn out. Why are we not just going in and decimating them into the fucking ground? They are nowhere near strong enough to warrant a year's long plan!"

"If you're THAT worried about them, we can find other hollows, or I'll find hellions to help mop them up. It's not like they handled Hell well. . . though. . . Whatever they had at the end. . . that was. . . something. I don't actually know what that was, but it doesn't matter, Hell practically set them up for failure. We don't NEED a complex plan. We need strong individuals, and we can destroy their walls just like rocks beneath my feet!" Astrid grabbed at her throat and growled to herself. Her voice was already sounding like rocks grinding against one another. She'd spoken too much, and she hated it. Fuck being humanoid. Granted this COULD be avoided if she spoke more often. But she aggressively didn't like to speak. And now was no different. Marik had better count himself lucky. He was the only one that Astrid could think of off the top of her head that she'd waste time speaking at any noticeable length with. Anyone else and she'd just kill them.

[Maria Ashwin]

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Thread Title: Thirteenth Hour of an Endless Night
Participants: Marik Ashwin , astrid vess

World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled , social

Rating: R
Location: A mile off from the rubble
Circumstances: Marik Needs A word with Astrid

I didn't come here to

mesure each others swords

Marik would sigh as he finished listening to her speak, a small smile on his face as he thought back to how shy and silent she had been the first time they met and then now. ‘She’s grown a lot since the last time we last spoke’ he would think to himself amused at the prospect.

A gentle breeze would blow through the area kicking up sand at astrids feet and jostling his hair a bit, the scent of decay heavy in the air as the wind passed by. “12 its 12 months that’s considered a year Astrid, six months which is half a year” he would say with a light yawn.

The time frame of the plan didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, he needed time to adjust to his new powers sadly astrid like most other espada was impatient and screaming for blood. “Point aside i guess i can pick out a new target , how do you feel about training in hell for awhile? Could always have fun kicking in the Sanctus door”

A small smile on his face as dropped his legs onto the sand walked over to his little pile of rubble that used to be his home, casually grabbed his neon green blanket and pulling it out of the rubble and gave it a firm shake. Taking his time to gently fold the blanket and tuck it under his arm.

“And maybe next time dont destroy the place i keep my blow up bed….now i gotta go steal a new one” he says with a sigh , as he began to walk off heading in the direction of kohai’s spirit energy trying to give hima little burst of paranoia before he decide to sleep the rest of the day away. Waving goodbye to astrid as he walks off.

[Closing post]

by Mizo.❉ of ww.

[Kitai Yoru]

Astrid: 26 paragraphs, 20% bonus
Marik: 30 paragraphs, 30% bonus