Turkey Day (Open, limited)

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

No, no everything was just so loud now, why was everything suddenly so loud? Madelyn, plagued by the existence of the creature within her, had been trying her best over the last few days to stay away from everyone and everything. All of the Hollows with their white masks that seemed to constantly seek her out, first it was the small felines that swarmed her in the alleyway, then time after time she found others that could see her. They weren't like Keira though, nor were they nice like Kazuhiko and Ben. No it seemed all of them wanted to hurt her, why else would the creature try and take control, why else would it try and protect her? "That's what it had to be right, it's keeping me safe. That's got to be it."

Sitting on the roof of just one of the hundreds of buildings that comprised Karakura, Maldeyn tucked her legs up to her chest while wrapping her arms around her knees. This wasn't going to work, she could feel sweat pouring out of her body, she felt hot and knew that if she could find a mirror that would actually show her, well her face was going to look flush and red. It'd been some time though, enough that Madelyn was confident she wouldn't even recognize herself now.

How could she ever expect to return to what she had been when everything about her was slowly being torn away. That's when she heard the noises, the strange cartoon-like noises then the sound of damage that skipped throughout the town. Something was going on out of the norm even for Karakura. Madelyn hadn’t really been running towards the strange sounds that Hollows often make anymore. She knew what was going to happen now once she got in danger which was normally any time a Hollow was near.

She knew part of her was lying though as she told herself the thing in her arm was protecting her. If that was true she wouldn’t feel different, it wouldn’t change so much about her. It wouldn’t flush her being with pleasure. It wouldn’t make danger something she wanted to seek out. She knew that those sounds meant danger was afoot, normally she’d run no different than any other human with fear guiding her. Now though she could feel the sweat breaking down her brow and along her fingers. “It’s so tempting, maybe just for awhile, just to make sure no one gets killed.”

That was all it took though, after weeks and weeks of constantly being tainted, controlled and corrupted by the parasite dwelling within her arm, well Madelyn’s self control had shriveled to bear nonexistence. Although it was difficult for her to realize due to her inexperience, she’d been turned into a weapon. One that was constantly being sharpened. One that once pulled from its sheath had to spill blood. It only takes about a minute of running along the street for Madelyn to spot the strange Turkey Hollows.

Rushing immediately at the Hollow, Madelyn’s nice expression switched like a light. Twisting into one of deranged enjoyment as her eyes shifted to bright glowing pink irises. A jagged line of pink reiatsu cracking along her left arm up to her shoulder then up her face to her eye. The parasite had hold on her once again and with it came the beautiful sensation. A homeless alone girl in a state of constant fear felt everything melt away as pleasure and joy filled the void. How could she ever hope to overcome emotions that were pumped into her.

Her left arm was the only thing that changed this time as the black armor formed from her reiatsu clad her arm and hand. The blade's sharp fingernails would be the first thing to piece into the fat funny Hollow. Usually what she fought was terrifying, though it looked like they’d jumped off a sketch book. About ten feet away from her now was the Hollow slamming into cars as it didn’t even perceive who could really spot it. It’d only take a moment to hold up and out her left hand. To flow her reiatsu into her nails and then just like a bullet leaving the chamber of a gun, her nail grew.

It takes only another moment, enough time for the turkey Hollow to actually notice her, not enough for it to do anything with that info. In the singular moment Madelyn’s nails extended far enough to reach the turkey while possessing enough force that each one punched through the tough feathers and pierced through the soft underbelly straight into the fat flesh. Five long black spikes from her hand that would be like suffering five thin swords going right into the torso. “I expect more.”

Madelyn watched the turkey dissolve, disappearing as its body lost its composure. She’d killed more Hollows than she cared to count in the last month and yet this was the easiest one. A massive body too slow to evade her nails. Compared to the felines that swarmed her from time to time this was easier than pushing down an obese toddler. Madelyn though in the ensuing thrill of watching something else suffer let her guard down. Normally such a thing had been forced out of her, only given life again due to the turkey’s apparent lack of danger.

Actually lowering her guard as the threat perceived was beneath her. A weakness of pride that Madelyn in her high didn’t even realize. One that bit her as another she hadn’t heard nor seen emerged from an alleyway slamming into her side, knocking her to the ground and then began peeking down at her. Heavy slams of the beak that made Madelyn scream in frustration. These things couldn’t hurt her and yet it’s big fat ass had taken her by surprise! Screaming as she turns Madelyn extends one of her nails out going through the skull of the Turkey as she stands back up now her features ablaze with rage.

[Akio Naito]

Akio had been letting the clack of talons on asphalt and unnatural gobbling sounds be his guide towards his next mark for a good few minutes now and had already passed plenty of the general chaos that he'd always expected to happen someday when one of Karakura's spiritual incidents spilled out into daily traffic. The worst he'd seen had been a pile of burning cars where he'd had to take the long way around, and the worst that he had heard were some very illegal gunshots that he'd rather not investigate the source of. Being shot by some stranger with no respect for Japanese law wasn't inherently worse than being killed by a supernatural horror that completely surpassed all human limits, but given the choice, he certainly wouldn't choose the first.

The strangest part of all this upheaval had actually been the lack of shinigami presence thus far; then again, the lack of black-clothed swordsmen was the only reason he felt comfortable using this bow to begin with. Normally, he'd have seen one or two who had come for the spiritual threat by now, and Akio had always worked to downplay his role in things whenever he was made aware of their presence. He had simply felt that it was better to be seen as just a harmless mystic; there was no need to confuse anyone with his own drama, and certainly no reason to involve his coworkers. I thought the gods in black lived for battles like these. I never thought they'd be absent for long enough that I had a chance to try this for myself.

Following one of the birds that had sounded closer to the others, the young man rounded a corner to see another... five of the turkey hollows, one vigorously pecking at a wrecked car. With a sweeping glance that slid over the entire group of iron-feathered horrors, Akio drew back his bowstring once more, then he singled out the closest of the monstrous wildfowl for a volley of five arrows courtesy of his Kathedrale's plentiful supply of pre-refined reishi. Without moving from his spot, he followed with another volley of five at the next closest of the hollow fowl, and so on. The low-class arrows weren't as effective as his spells, but making every shot a five-arrow salvo made up the difference, smashing through the unnaturally durable feathers that protected the wildfowl spirits and tore through the flesh beneath, and often striking the vital point in the hollows' masks when one of them caught a cluster of reishi arrows with its face. Enjoying the blessing of Reichlich meant that Akio was more worried about his back muscles getting tired from all this archery than anything else. Twenty-five arrows later, he walked away from the dissolving remains of the hollows he'd massacred with a certain strut that came from basking in the illicit rush that came with going on a violent rampage without any consequences. That was what was known as the caligula effect, wasn't it?

Nervously, he adjusted the silver bangle on his left arm. It had felt wrong when he passed an injured bystander without trying to aid them, but they had enough hollow blood on them that he was afraid to take the risk of actually helping. No, hunting as many of the soul-devouring wildfowl as possible was helping, wasn't it? It accomplished a public good for Karakura, even if what he was doing was still wrong to a degree. The rampaging archer kept his stride as another stranger ran past him, screaming as they were pursued by an oncoming hollow. Akio simply raised his bow, glared at a single point at the base of the monstrous bird's neck, and inhaled on the draw as he gathered more reishi from his Kathedrale. The bird charged down the street, sending rubble and car parts flying as it ran, but Akio simply stood his ground and loosed another of the five-arrow volleys he'd been relying on. This time the force of his attack took the fowl bird's head with it... but the body didn't stop; rather, it tripped and rolled, forcing Akio to dive to the side in an awkward evasion that left him with a painful scrape. The rolling remains careened away, flattening cars and smashing through obstacles until they slammed into, and instantly splattered across, the wall of an Xcution-owned building.

Shakily, Akio rose to his feet, looking back at the surprisingly visceral mess of feathers and giblets that was already starting to dissolve into particles. He couldn't see any sign of the fleeing man from before and quietly assumed the best in that they'd turned a corner out of sight and into safety. No time to look for them when he had a seemingly unlimited supply of hollows to help reduce until someone more qualified showed up, like his boss, or at least someone he recognized, like Kazura or... that shinigami in the mask? Conner? On the other hand, with his Kathedrale supplying plentiful and easy-to-use reishi, he could keep going for a while longer. And hadn't he wanted a chance to be more like his past self, just for one day? Sure, the power he was throwing around right now wasn't the same or even rightfully his; he couldn't forget that the cross at the core of this bow was somebody else's, and the arrows were only his by right of having built this Kathedrale at his own expense. But couldn't he put that fact aside for a few minutes? A few hours? It was a special occasion. It was fine for now; that was what he'd just decided. He walked away from the Xcution building and continued his aimless hunt with bow firmly in hand.

[Scarlet]

“Damn how many of them can there be?”

Hikari spoke through her heavy breathing, she’d been out exercising like normal when suddenly it was like a flock of turkey had managed to pick a lock or just been thrown off a truck. The amount of them at first wasn’t the problem though. The problem was that each turkey wasn’t just a Hollow with a derpy looking mask, but that they were immense in size. Not just large but dangerous as they ran into everything and began attacking everyone they knocked over.

Hikari believed she had gathered enough experience when it came to dealing with Hollows, these though didn’t act anything like any of the others. Hollows always seemed like predators yet these ones were literally turkey. Not only that but why were there so many that were identical! Wasn’t a Hollow a corrupt soul, unique and based on the individual. So how could there be multiple! Hikari had been fighting for over ten minutes now, swinging her Fullbring over and over again.

Although her Fullbring despite its size was light to her, actually using it against so many enemies much larger than herself was taking a toll. She had to really put her back into each swing in order for the edge of her axe to cleave through the tough feathers. They’d been a problem at first though enough that if she didn’t actually try and get through them they could fight off the sharpness of her Fullbring. Getting knocked over felt almost like getting trampled by a linebacker or hit by someone on a really big scooter.

It’d already happened quite a few times, enough that Hikari had scuff marks on both her arms, blood running down her biceps to her hands. She was confident she could keep facing them down if she had a break or if she could find out how there were so many of them. Alas she was kept essentially locked in the park, an area with enough normal humans that if she left. Well she couldn’t even think about what would happen to them if she didn’t protect them. “Just keep looking at all the things randomly getting knocked over.”

Hikari really didn’t want to explain to anyone why she was swinging around a massive battle axe at things that they couldn’t see. Not to mention she had no clue what she’d do if such a thing was uploaded on the internet. It was on her list of things to do, but Hikari really wished she could keep herself out of sight from the normal humans. Then bam just like that Hikari felt another big slam into her left arm knocking her down onto the grass of the park. The texture of the grass was something that she normally really enjoyed, right now though it helped her get back up onto her feet.

A singular swing from her right to the left that found the mark of the turkey Hollow’s long open neck. A tough resistance yet one that couldn’t stop her axe completely. She’d trained with it enough that now she could feel just how deep her axe managed to get into this Hollow. Sadly though she could tell right at that moment, it wasn’t enough. A thrust came next one right to her chest, knocking her off the ground from the beak of the Hollow right into her solar plexus.

Hikari couldn’t keep herself from coughing as her mouth filled with the taste of copper. “Great. .” Hikari thought as she dropped to the ground once again now with a large amount of pain spreading throughout her torso. She’d taken too many hits from all these damned birds. It didn’t seem to matter how many of them she managed to cut down. Just an endless turkey torment, something so stupid shouldn’t be causing so many problems. “Just one more, one more.”

Stepping up and forward Hikari moves in on the Hollow still right in front of her, gripping her Fullbring’s shaft more tightly and then with all the strength in her arms left, pulls down. Dropping to the grass once again, but this time with a sensation of accomplishment. She could tell from the resistance, her Fullbring had cleaved through the flesh of the Hollow’s throat. No different than pulling a knife embedded in someone down through them.

The Hollow dissipating in front of her marked the third or maybe the fourth, but based on all the screams Hikari knew she had to get back up. She couldn’t just sit on the grass bleeding and tired while others were screaming in terror. They couldn’t see what was happening, they were defenseless. Unable to tell what was knocking them over, what was ruining so much on the streets, what caused so much hurt in Karakura seemingly out of nowhere. Her father wouldn’t sit down, she had to stand back up now!

Struggling to do so Hikari’s Fullbring shrinks, turning back into her orange red reiatsu then reverts back into her earrings. She couldn’t walk around Karakura with it on full display, no matter how dire the situation. “Tala, Maharo, Shimada, where are you guys?” Hikari knew there were others and she’d met some of them, but these three were those she could count on. The people she was confident wouldn’t just stand up to help others, but could at least handle as many as she did already. Karakura needed more help!

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

A Senkaimon peeled itself open among with so many others. It seemed a Captain, maybe more had been dispatched to the area? What was the source of this sudden upsurge of hollows? Certainly there were plenty of questions on Mizu's mind as she felt an itch in the back of her head, all whilst she arrived along with several members of her Division. Her eyes shifted about, scanning the mess that was being created throughout all of this. Well, a number of the hollows were already widespread.

"First Unit, Spread out and split into Pairs. Rendezvous with the currently deployed Shinigami and offer support as best you can. Second Unit, you're to secure the area while Kido gets a barrier set up to contain all this. Keep in contact." She ordered, her voice firm and confident as she watched the looks on her squad members faces shift in response to the direction. They'd follow her orders, gladly so. And she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the words of that espada. And she felt a slight tinge in her spine. But she could worry about all that shit later.

For now, she turned her attention to the turkeys down below. Already her Squad was beginning to engage them. Peeling her Zanpaku'to from her waist, she gently ran her fingers along the length of the blade. "Ripple. Shinkai." She recited. As that shinigami's spiritual energy coursed around her, a perfect imitation which coiled around her as she unleashed her 'Shikai'. That weapon twisting into that jagged trident, a spiritual crackle which rapidly quelled as she suppressed her spiritual energy.

She slashed, unleashing an arch of water that streaked down and cleaved into a small pack of Turkeys from above. That pressurized water ripping through their bodies as Mizu darted down to the ground into a crouch. Her body a blur as she refocuse, and then let her spiritual pressure well outward. Not pushing down, but simply allowing herself to be felt. It was predictable. While there were other compoeting spiritual pressures, at least the local turkeys promptly turned their attention to her, several of them rushing in, while others watched cautiously.

A soft sigh escaped her and she brought her zanpaku'to up to bear as the creatures rolled in. Her weapon flashing as she executed a few simple strikes. Nothing fancy. A horizontal sweep, a pair of vicious thrusts, and their bodies parted beneath the cleaving onslought from her weapon, ripping into their hardened frames and dropping them on the spot. Some small part of her twisted and ached a little. The desire to consume the bodies was faint and fleeting. This was hardly the time or the place. Her eyes shifted to a few Turkeys that were rushing off. Away from the chaos?

It seemed they were rushing down to an underground parking Garage. Now that was much better. She cast a glance to her surroundings and reached up to lightly tap her communication device, or well. A Modified Cell Phone. She took a moment, making sure none of her squad had reported any issues, and then promptly put it away and turned her attention to the Garage. A Flick of her wrist as water crackled outward, forming a rift, which she promptly walked into. An Ulcera, transformed as if it were simply a part of her Shikai.

Slipping back into the realm inside the Garage itself, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area. IT was dark. A lot of the lights had been blown out in the chaos. Claw marks were everywhere. Blood. And even a few injures humans. She winced ever so softly and turned her attention to the hollows before her. Those beady eyes glowed reflectively in the dark as they turned her way. A few of them gobbling menacingly. Her trident was raised up and she put on a calm smile. Water spilling outward from around her feet and spreading rapidly.

Current.

The Interior of the underground Parking Garage was suddenly enveloped in a massive black globe of water. Spilling through the cracks, spreading outward, and promptly swarming the Hollows in the area. The sound of their muted Gobbles promptly travelling through the water as they began to panic. Each and every one of them startled as they were suddednly almost blind within the waters. Completely hiding Mizu as she suppressed her spiritual energy, and promptly rushed through the waters.

The first few didn't even have time to react as her Trident ripped clean through them. A crescent slash that shorn through those rough metallic feathers and slammed their bodies into one another, breaking bones where the trident hadn't simply cut through, further murking the dark water as the pair of hollows were promptly executed. The rest of the group already was startled. Seeing Mizu surge from the darkness, they promptly spun and started to clumsily run. They were...incredibly weak at least. So much so that Mizu simply watched them wobbling off as best they could through the water. Her gaze shifted to the two corpses floating nearby and she crouched down. A thin line splitting from her wrist as her Lure opened up.

It was a swift execution. A flurry of teeth before the hollows were torn apart and consumed by the 'Fish' produced by her Zanpaku'to. A miniaturization of her 'Bankai'. A proxy through which she could eat without blowing her cover. Her attention then shifted, and she could sense the other hollows still running away. No matter. She sensed plenty of them trapped in her Current. She tightened her grip on her Trident, and promptly sped after them. Her focus hardened. She couldn't spend too much time down here. Kill them. Eat them. And then get back to the surface. After all, she could sense plenty of other races.

A glimmer of protectiveness in the back of her head.
For her Squad Members, at least.
She had every intention of getting both units back safe.

2 Class 8 turkeys eaten.

[Ghost Fenyx]

What a day what a day Ghost was thinking. Because as of right now he was in shock. Was he eyeing a turkey this was truly a wtf moment.
But it was no regular one not at all. This bird was a Hollow turkey. Ghost realized that he needed to do something about this and fast.

They were bigger than the regular turkeys but that figures. They were Hollow after all. With that being said he can see now why he was out here. On that he could still these hollows were not all that powerful. Which means they were for the taking.

Ghost pulled out his bow and took a deep breath. As he pointed his bow at the one in his sight. It would be twenty meters right in front of him damn near a straight line. As he took a focused aim at it. The reishi would build up as it came about.

He would aim at the center of the mask. Letting off the first shot at the hollow turkey. Ghost would see it go right through it. With a scream, it sounded just like a turkey. But it would soon fade away. As its mask would break off its face and fall to the ground.

That was the first one down and looking around. He would see that there was even more to take down. He could only hope that this thing did not invite other hollows to the party. Because this would be a feast for them. Unfortunately, he was sensing other spiritual energies nearby. On that note, he felt other ones fading. Ghost truly was in a dilemma as if right now.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Turkey. Sylvanas didn't have Turkeys in her time, nor had she ever seen one before watching television and movies. It essentially seemed to be a large fattened bird, a good bit larger than any pheasant she'd ever seen. Though she could believe they were cousins. Her eyes scanned the horizon, and as she looked out into the street, she could see the monsters for what they were. They were Hollows. Abominatory creatures that seemed more nuisance and annoyance than they were anything else. As she walked through the street, her dark hair blew in the wind, as she called forth.

"Ziege Dich." From her neck, her necklace proceeds to drop forth, turning amorphous, as she summons forth S2. Sylvanas, her trusted companion. As they rose forth, it proceeds to reach into itself as it gained a human like shape. Taking out a cylinder. They swing it outwards and it becomes then a staff. A staff made from spiritual steel. "Go. Clean the street." She calls forth, and with it, her double responds in turn. "Of course Mistress. I'll clear these..." They seemed to struggle with the word.

They swiftly gave up trying to find the term and advanced, beating into the first one with a leaping thrust into its head, smacking it into the asphalt, before it twists and jabs the thing into it's wrung out neck. Disgusting. Sylvanas herself would proceed to advance forward, exercising a level of caution on this Thanksgiving day. Before she aims her fingers out in the shape of a gun. "Kugel." A slight flash of red gathers along her fingertips, condensing, before it shoots out as a tiny droplet. Moving at bullet speed as it bursts through one of these Hollow's masks, piercing through the skull, and embedding into the concrete.

What a happy "thanksgiving" this was. Though, she was confused on why they would appear in Japan of all places. She'd figured they'd appear instead in the Americas. They didn't even celebrate this holiday here. In fact, as far as she was concerned, other than the soldiers stationed in the bases, she'd figured not a soul really cared about it either. Hell, from her time, she found out that people ate fried chicken in Japan for Christmas, believing it to be an American tradition of sorts due to advertising. She blinked at the strange creatures before her, and she had to think for a moment.

What did a turkey taste like anyways? What was she thankful for? She found herself stepping before a convenience store, one of those bird creatures lodged in the way of the sliding doors. Before she stepped forward, kicking it straight up the ass and sending it into the store before she blasts it with another Kugel. Ugh. Why did it have to be so hectic to get her shopping done? She just wanted some cold soda, a bag of chips, and maybe some quick instant food she could warm up later. Now these fucking nonces were in the way and causing havoc in the city? 

[Ume Oboro]

Ume had her arms wrapped tightly around the creature's neck and her eyes closed. Her forehead was pressed against the Hollow's neck and her purple hair whipped as it dashed forward. She knew that she should probably be watching  where it was going, but she was just too terrified. It wasn't until she heard a sharp squawk that she opened an eye. It was a new noise that she hadn't really observed from these turkey things yet. What she saw when she opened her eye was  a woman standing there holding out her zanpakutou with the hilt facing towards the turkey. 

"But, why?" Ume croaked as the Turkey slammed into the sword. As it halted, Ume did not and she found herself sailing in a perfect arc up and over the captain. In spite of the fact that she was so terrified she couldn't keep her eyes open a moment ago, she almost seemed to accept her predicament with a calm grace as she sailed over the captain. Her lips pursed in thought and as she began her descent, she turned her body and landed somewhere behind Kimiko on her feet with a surprising amount of grace. 

"Nnnhhh..." She grunted as she crouched and then popped up. She shuffled back to where the Turkey was now disappearing. "Nononono!" She whined and then pulled the feathers from her pocket. She watched them disintegrate as well. Ume's hands dropped to her sides as particles drifted off them. She then turned around and looked at the culprit. The woman had long, black hair and wore a Captain's Haori. "Dammit..." Ume muttered under her breath. She couldn't scold a captain. Especially not one like Nakajima Kimiko, Juuichibantaichou, the head of the vanguard division. The killiest member of the Kill Squad. Ume shivered. Why did it have to be her. Ume adjusted her glasses and straightened up as much as her hunchi0poor postured body could. 

"Captain Nakajima. Thank you for Killing my specimen" Ume cleared her throat. "Saving my life. It's so chaotic here. I'm sure you have much a much more efficient use of your time than that." Ume added. "I'm sure that you have noticed that aside from these Hollow Turkey, that there are so many spiritual beings here that might demand your attention..." Ume urged. She didn't know how to be polite. "However, if you're just going to be killing these things, well, I'm sure someone like you could surely take one alive." Ume looked around. 

"I could, you know, look for crate large enough to hold one and big enough for me to hide in while I wait for the chaos to settle down." Maybe trying to cajole Kimiko into doing the little Juunibantai henchling's bidding would work better than trying to complain. She just knew that these stupid turkey's lives were numbered if a captain  was running around hosing them en masse. Ume adjusted her glasses. "I mean, it just seems like a bit of overkill, after all. I have observed that these things have displayed intelligence congruent with their living world counterparts." Ume raised a finger. "Perhaps even less so as living world turkeys are considered quite intelligence for Avian." Ume said with a nod. As if on cue, a few more Turkey-Hollows began to bob their way towards Ume and Kimiko. "Nyeeeeehhhh...." Ume immediately put Kimiko between herself and the small group, grabbing onto Kimiko's Haoori and peeking out from behind it. 

[Col Arana]

Well, well. For one who lived his life in perpetual anguish that he just longed to take out on the world, it looked like Col was actually having a good day for once. He hadn’t thought much of it initially when he’d heard of a Hollow outbreak in Karakura. Normal Hollows were considerably beneath the Arrancar unless he was truly, truly desperate for a meal. The creatures just weren’t filling. They’d take the edge off of his ravenous hunger, but that was all they’d do. No, unless they were Menos class Hollows, Col saw little reason to exert the effort needed to hunt them.

The arrancar was perfectly content to remain at his quarters in XCution, a nice roomy suite, with a library and study in one, a kitchen, a bedroom, bathroom, plus a small dining room and a relatively expansive closet. There was a window with a lovely view of the city, which despite his apathy, Col still enjoyed looking out at the city at night. Something about it spoke to a part of his soul that he thought long dead. Of course it wasn’t currently night at all, it was the middle of the day, and Col was enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

Presently, the Gun of XCution was sitting in a comfortable armchair in his personal study with a book from his study on his lap. A small table was beside him with a cup of black coffee and a handful of biscuits. Col turned the page with one hand, and sipped his coffee with the other. He could, of course, sense the reiatsu of the “rampaging” birds outside, but the former Escudo largely considered it irrelevant. White noise in the background, not really to be paid attention to.

Well not at first. However, when he started hearing a banging at his study window, the arrancar looked up with an annoyed expression, seeing one of the massive fowl clumsily bumping into his window, and irritating him with its guttural warble. It seemed to wander off, and Col watched the window in annoyance a moment longer before turning back to return to his book. Now that that distraction was gone—

”Gobble gobble!” Col’s eyes snapped back up and he grit his teeth. Alright. Fine. He was more civilized than this. He could handle this. He breathed in, then out as he watched the stupid bird stare at him through the window. Perhaps it sensed the animosity, the anger bubbling below the surface and the very thin line upon which the creature’s life hung, and the bird flapped away from the building. Col sighed. ”Stupid creatures. At least now it’s done, and I can enjoy my afternoon, uninterru—“

Bangbangbangbangbang!

THAT’S IT.

The bird was back, and wildly pecking at… not Col’s window but at the building beside it, making high pitched warbles like a war cry. An instant later the window was open and a Zanpakuto flashed through the air, hewing the stupid bird in twain. Col looked down at Karakura town, eyes filled with irritation, and his breath hissing out between his teeth. Fine! If they wanted Col’s attention they had earned it. Along with his ire. And all that entailed.

”Dance, Tarentella.”

A sickening pulse of reiatsu radiated across Karakura Town, as Col’s power was unleashed, causing the very structure of XCution’s living quarters behind him to shudder and shake. His body was enveloped in a cursed black energy, and within it his form twisted, cracked, split and reformed itself. Bones ruptured from flesh and hardened into an exoskeleton. A single set of limbs split apart and restructured into three. Middle and ring finger fused together into a four taloned hand on each of the six limbs. Razor incisors extended into proper fangs and the mask fragment across Col’s head expanded and spread to cover his entire brow, a cluster of black orbs forming in the sockets that formed within it, the six new eyes spinning wildly.

Finally there Col was in his Resurreccion. A released Arrancar. His breath hissed ahead like a miasma, as poisonous as the Rifle’s current mood. Sheer power radiated from him, power only approached by a single one of the individuals in the town today; that being Kimiko Nakajima. He had only the barest semblance of mind to gently shut the window behind him. Then the arrancar let his hunger and his rage take over.

The creature hurtled down into town where he detected a swarm of the buffoonish birds, talons raking the air, and seizing one in Col’s grip. Col cared little for finesse, he just wanted to vent. And vent he did, ripping the creature asunder, the beast seeming so utterly stupid that it didn’t even seem to realize it was in pain before it was rent into bloody chunks. ”If you wish to be served up so badly, I suppose I could stand a late lunch. Col hissed as he lunged at another bird.

Six limbs hurtled about Col at a frenzied pace, ripping and tearing any Hollow within reach. Col’s limbs were a blur of movement, throwing out half a dozen blows every second from each of his six limbs Shredding through Hollow flesh and feathers as if they were naught but air. To be sure, Col noticed the slightest hint of resistance in the feathers, as if they were somehow reinforced, but against the Escudo’s talons, they were little more than a barrier of paper.

Within a few minutes, the street was clear, save for a single turkey. The rest had been rent apart, and Col was breathing heavily from his own frustrations and rage. ”I would like to say that you brought this on yourself, but gazing into your eyes, I can see such words are wasted. Actions are the only language you understand.” The turkey Hollow made a warble. Col approached it, looking over the bird, with a small crack of his knuckles. Then the bird looked up at Col. And delivered a mighty poke with its beak on the Arrancar’s chest.

”…I’m going to eat you now. It’s going to be painful.”

There was a great cracking sound as Col’s torso tore itself open sideways, a ravening maw, with razor sharp fangs expanding in an instant, and for a fleeting moment, Col saw, with satisfaction in his face, a flicker of realization and fear cross the bird’s face. Only a moment though for the next the arrancar lunged forwards and the jaws snapped shut.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The jaws snapped, and gnashed, biting the turkey and devouring it in chunks. Col hissed in satisfaction. The bird was more filling than he’d expected. Of course he was still hungry, but it had gone more towards sating his appetite than he’d thought it would. Lovely. Well then. This street was clear, but it seemed there were plenty of others. The arrancar sighed.

How uncivilized and uncouth. Well. I suppose it is the season for these birds. An early Thanksgiving dinner I suppose. Appropriate enough. Ah, and Shizuka hasn’t needed me to hunt anyone in some time, so I suppose I did need to get a bit of rust off. Have some fun. They were a passable distraction, I suppose. It seemed the arrancar was starting to calm down a bit.

And I suppose I’ll have not a moment’s peace while these oafish avians are stumbling around the town. Fine, fine then. I suppose I’ll have to clear a few more out. For the good of the town of course. Col thought, and at once the arrancar strolled off into the town, in search of the next group of birds. He expanded his energy sensory, to keep track of others, and continued along. It was time for the hunt, and it seemed that today, prey was plentiful.

[Madelyn Fūrinji]

Waiting to watch as the second turkey dissolved into nothingness above her, Madelyn gets back up onto her feet. The ragged clothing remains of what she’d been wearing when she died were almost falling off now. There wasn’t really anything she could do about it though, in order to find something new she’d have to interact with others that could see her. That simple fact meant she was putting them or herself at risk. The parasite or whatever was inside of her always wanted to fight, she couldn’t be around anyone anymore. Getting back up into her feet she looked around the street and could see no further Hollows.

That didn’t mean much though as her ears picked up on what her eyes couldn’t provide. Based on the screaming and the loud banging she surmised there would be a couple of these strange Hollows one or two streets over. Wasting no time Madelyn starts to sprint across the cement of the sidewalk and pavement of the roads. Roughly thirty seconds was all it would take for her to spot another of the strange Hollows. This one activity pecking at a car door trying to get the woman inside who was screaming in horror.

Madelyn normally would believe herself to act like a superhero, rushing in to save the helpless girl trapped in her car from the monster she couldn’t even see. To stop the horror that someone innocent was going through. Heroes were special people that Madelyn believed to be truly special, she wasn’t one of them though. It wasn’t the helpless citizen that Madelyn rushed towards, but instead the turkey Hollow. Jumping over the car while focusing on her left wrist Madelyn brings out the short silver sword embedded in her arm.

Thrusting her left arm forward was all it would take for Madelyn for the singular attack would find the mark immediately. The distance between them being minor and the attention and reflexes of these turkey’s being minuscule. The silver shortsword that seemed to grow out from Madelyn’s arm breached right through the skull of the turkey. The sharp tip and edge present no problem to the weakened arm strength of Madelyn. While her body was in horrific shape it seemed her weapons didn’t adhere to the same limitations.

The sensation of pushing her sword through the flesh of something else, it was similar yet different then her nails. She’d experienced this before and given it some thought. Those damned cats are always attacking her, similar to these turkeys. Always just popping up no limit to their number. Difference though was the cats only ever wanted to attack her, to bite her to scratch her, these turkeys attacked everything and anyone. Unaware of her own appearance Madelyn’s face might as well have cracked apart as her mouth spread far and wide with a smile,

She’d found something new, something weak! These Hollows couldn’t hurt her, they couldn’t dodge her nor could they survive! Madelyn felt a rush of dopamine flood her brain as everything she felt gained a twisted bright feel. Manufactured happiness pumped straight into her soul from the parasite that was literally fashioning the young girl into a weapon. A weapon that at this very moment couldn’t contain the enjoyment of hunting down Hollows who possessed no chance of actually putting up a fight.

She didn’t need to pull her sword out from the large mass of flesh due to the body itself breaking down and dissipating. She didn’t have to look for another one though as one of the poor unaware Hollows caught sight of what she’d just done and rushed her. Turning to face the giant bowling ball coming her way Madelyn held out her left arm so that her sword would cross over her front. “Scream!” Madelyn shouts as her hair becomes dense, changing shape along with attributes from the reiatsu pumping directly through every strand.

Blue and pink now were the color of her hair having been altered by the influence of her Bakkoto long enough that her natural hair color was fading without her knowledge. The colors of the kunai extensions that were sent forward thrusting into the torso of the turkey targeting the soft underbelly enabled the kunai to go right into its flesh with virtually no resistance. As for the scream that Madelyn asked for, it didn’t make much more than a grunt from the wounds. Then a glow that Madelyn knew all too well as the red wave Hollows loved to employ.

“No no no.”

A single motion bringing her left arm down to her side, extending the blade outwards in order to increase its length enabled Madelyn to slice deeper into the body. The Hollow wouldn’t really have time to even see what happened as Madelyn just smiled up at the funky mask with her glowing pink eyes. Three different wounds all located on the front of the Hollow’s soft belly were too much for it now as it began to dissipate. “NO!” She screamed, shoving her blade forward then pulling back over and over again stabbing the Hollow as it fades away.

How dare this thing not scream out in pain, no she’d done more than enough without killing it right away. She wanted to hear it scream, scream like she’d done so many times since she’d been unfairly taken from her life and family. Even now as the Hollow vanished completely Madelyn dropped to the cementing of the sidewalk and began stabbing her blade through the ground. “Not fair, not fair, NOT FAIR!” The sweet girl was slowly dying as corruption set in on her soul, just how long would it take before the kind soul was gone for good and what would be left in the body she once grew.

[Addy Kuchiki]

Where did they all come from? It had only been minutes since Addy had begun her slaughter, and more of these turkey-like creatures kept appearing from the woodwork. Not only that, but judging from the distant sounds she was hearing, other people were also fighting these hollows. Yet so many remained. She was positive she was making a dent in their numbers, but there wasn’t really a way to tell. She just had to keep up the good fight and trust in the results. That was all she could do for now.

“Grawobblegobble.” Staring at the hollow in front of her, Addy wondered what was going on in the creature’s mind. Did it see her as food? Or was it smart enough to realize she was different from the mortals that walked about? Right now, the hollow was just watching her as she approached. Judging from the empty look in its eyes, the Kuchiki doubted there was anything special going on in that small brain of theirs. Yet, with their numbers, did there have to be? It was literally quantity over quality. And they were prospering because of it.

Another slash. Another turkey down. Targeting their masks was the easiest way to kill them, although Addy could see how such a tactic might be difficult for others. She wasn’t the tallest, so aiming so high up was already a difficulty in itself. Yet she was prepared for such an outcome. This wasn’t the first time she had to fight a large opponent after all. And the majority of hollows tended to outsize her by quite a bit. However, their size was something she could easily counter if she was a bit unorthodox with her fighting techniques. After all, no one said she had to fight these creatures on the same terrain.

Mortals in the Realm of the Living tended to create a multitude of differing things such as cars, buildings, or complex devices. Each with a new upgrade coming out in the near future. Making them better, stronger, and sleeker than before. She was currently leaping off such an invention. From first glance, it seemed to be some type of colorful fancy car. She wasn’t sure of the brand as she could only see it from the top. Plus there were so many of them, and she didn’t feel like memorizing them all. Especially when they didn’t affect her day to day life. The vehicle still looked nice though, and it probably cost a fortune to afford. A shame she had to step on it.

With the added height thanks to the car below her, the hollow’s mask was quite easy to reach. Although if she wasn’t careful, she could easily overshoot her target. “A shame they're not smarter though. Guess it’s a good thing.” If she overshot, the hollows would usually stand there and gobble at her menacingly. They might even give her a cursory swipe with their sharp talons. If she was an academy student, perhaps she might be worried. But she has surpassed that status long ago. With her speed, she would have to be quite unfortunate for one of them to land a blow on her. If they all piled up on her, dodging them would be a bit trickier. But she would fight that battle when the time came.

[Taiyōkei Kuchiki]

Having defeated one of the turkey hollows, Tai repositioned himself and prepared for another. He had to make sure he wasn’t hasty lest he’d get hurt. As he held his zanpakuto forward, he heard Maharo’s voice telling him that the turkey feathers were solid and possibly sharp. “Right, I will keep that in mind.”

Another gobbling turkey hollow set its sights on the Kuchiki and charged forward. Tai needed to find the best way to cut the bird down without getting hit. The hurdle in this instance was the hollows speed. It was fast, especially when it charged at someone. Its speed reminded him of a training exercise he took part in while at the academy.

Tai jumped to the right, barely avoiding the hollow. As he moved to counter attack, the feathered beast used its wings to fight, incorporating the solid sharp feathers. He made sure not to allow it to hit him with the wings or the feathers. What he wasn’t expecting was another turkey trying to charge him while he was fending off the other. Even so, he quickly adjusted himself to dodge the charge which left him open for a follow up and that follow up did come. He got smacked by the first turkey hollow which sent him away.

He gritted his teeth and stood back up. He moved in quickly and slashed one of the two turkeys into two, finishing it. The other one wasn’t too happy and tried to attack Tai but he wasn’t going to allow it the chance. He moved in and finished the beast with another slash. “Who’s next?”

While a question that begged for more to do, it was a serious one. Taiyōkei was ready for the next gobbler to attack. Just like he figured, more of these hollows appeared. It was crazy how much of these things were appearing. He was kind of surprised too since he and Maharo weren’t the only ones there fending off these hollows.

Even though he was outnumbered and surprised at the many turkey hollows, he was ready to fight. He held his zanpakuto up and moved in, slashing left and right and diagonal and up and down in an effort to take out as many as he could as quickly as he could. He managed to take down 3 more turkey hollows before jumping back. That was six in total that he had taken down yet they still kept appearing. “Just how many of these things are there?”

He hopped back in order to get a moment of respite. It would be detrimental to keep on fighting in the center since he would be outnumbered and outclassed easily. He wasn’t a seasoned shinigami yet. Heck, this was the first time he was in the field like this. Well, this would be something he could use to push himself further and ultimately to the top. He was going to become strong and then one day he would become the captain of his squad.

“Alright you gobbling beasts, it’s time for you to run along.” One thing he believed was crucial was being confident. One should be so confident that others would want to be led by them while still being careful not to become arrogant or overzealous. All he had was his zanjutsu but the birds didn’t know that.

Tai gripped his sword and moved forward at the same time one of the turkeys dashed his way. He smiled and adjusted his body for the beast, using its momentum towards him to help his attack. In a slash the beast was defeated and gone. Even though he hated to admit it, the battle was starting to tire him out. Even so, he held a brave face.

[Nakajima Kimiko]

The Captain of the Eleventh Division watched with a somewhat-hopeful look as the scientist-carrying turkey approached her position at an increasing pace. Even from where she stood, holding onto her blade with the greatest amount of patience that she could harness from her soul, she could tell that the turkey was a bit different now that she was able to get a closer look of it. For one, it was bigger than the rest of its brethren she had seen waddling and gobbling around Karakura Town. Not by much, mind you, but it was definitely big enough to carry a person well-enough, something which a normal turkey should really be unable to do properly. For two, its mask was slightly-more impressive, or it at least appeared to be. It was a tad more monstrous, just a tad, and the sharp blades which were meant to be its talons appeared to be sharp enough to at least deliver some solid cuts. Maybe this could be it! Maybe this could be the one turkey that could give her a challenge!

But when she saw the thing gobble in surprise once it finally realized that its face was about to crash into the hilt of Shizukakane, every bit of hope that Kimiko had were dashed. Her expectations, her dreams of potentially having a good fight that she could salvage from this avian mess... All of them, unconditionally, were destroyed in that moment. As she realized this, the optimistic glint in her eyes turned moot, and with a bored stare, she would watch as the mask of the creature smashed itself straight into the sword hilt. For her, it was a bit of a thud to her arm, nothing more than that. However, for it and the person it was carrying, it would feel as though they had smashed themselves against a brick wall. The Hollow let out a sharp "GOBBLYBLEHHE" of pain as fragments of its mask were sent flying down the street behind the superior officer. Meanwhile, the scientist quickly fell victim to the effects of the creature's previous velocity, and so was launched alongside the aforementioned fragments.

Kimiko made no efforts to catch the scientist. Not that she didn't want to help her in that moment, but because she felt that she was at least capable of doing such a simple thing as landing on the ground after having been launched in such a way; after all, she appeared to be nimble enough to bring herself on that bird to begin with, even if accidentally. She also made no efforts to tend to the turkey after it was taken care of. The strike had evidently been strong enough to almost completely shatter its mask, and in so doing, it was now only a matter of time before it would disintegrate into nothing more than reishi particles. The turkey, even though it was apparently stronger than the others, couldn't really fare much better than the rest of its smaller brothers and sisters. In other words, it was another job well-done. A very boring, uneventful, downright time-wasting job, but a job that nevertheless remained well-done, as to be expected from a Captain.

Stunned by the literal blade wall it had just crashed into, the poor creature could only gobble absentmindedly. It would attempt to recover from the blunt trauma, notably by pushing itself back onto its hind legs, but it was quite clear that it was finished. For a moment, it would turn its head towards the officer of the Twelfth Division with a look that appeared regretful. It croaked a low gobble, almost as though it was attempting to say something to the scientist as she attempted to reach her. Was it attempting to tell her goodbye? To bid her farewell as its soul would be transported away into the Soul Society? It almost seemed that way at first. Almost. However, right as the scientist would approach the creature... it would suddenly attempt to jump right back at her with a louder "GOBGOBBBYGOBBLEY!!!!!" of utter carnage and fury as it attempted to bite its target's head off. It cursed the Shinigami, cursed them all to hell and back as it wished for their eternal damnation!

Then, the Captain who was standing by it would deliver a swift impatient kick to its mask, stunning it one final time before it would finally fade away.

"Tch. Dishonorable scum." A disrespectful remark would huff out of Kimiko once she would bring her foot back onto the asphalt of the street below them. This wasn't the first time she had seen one of the creatures of Hueco Mundo attempt to finish off their enemy in such a way, and needless to say, she wasn't very fond of the fact that she had seen this fatal strategy being applied on the field once again. While she was trying her best to steadily move on from the code of honor that she was once so intrinsically tied to, there were still things that she believed a warrior should never ever do to their opponent, and attempting to fool their opponent into believing that they were defeated while there was still something that remained from their broken body was definitely one of those things. If you can still fight, even if it is with nothing more than a mere shred of energy that could barely be qualified as being remotely sufficient for the task, then you should at least make it evident!

With the bird now finally taken care of, the superior officer would then turn her attention towards the person it was previously carrying, the scientist from the Twelfth. At this point, she was at least expecting some form of gratitude from the officer; after all, she had indeed saved her from whatever that bird was gonna do to her once it would have stopped running away for its dear life. However, that wasn't what she got. Nope. Instead, what she got was, from the looks of things, clear-cut sarcasm and a lack of politeness. Kimiko knew that the people of the Twelfth were strange people, but she had never really had any long-form conversations with any one of them safe for Aramis, which wasn't a particularly-pleasant experience. She was quickly reminded of why she had never bothered to speak to them as of now: it was because almost every single one of them was either some kind of strange anomaly that would usually have a hard time fitting in crowds, or someone who couldn't understand how to behave in a crowd at all.

So, she decided to respond to the vitriol in kind as her expression turned from the previous disappointed visage to her signature brightness, albeit with a touch of spite underneath. From where she stood, her vibrant smile almost seemed like it was shining with malevolence. "Oh, you're welcome! I decided to take care of this specimen of yours since you were having trouble properly capturing just one of those things with that spell of yours, but hey! I'm sure that was just bad luck! Like you said, there's plenty of those things around these parts!" Her response first took the form of scathing criticism, clearly born from a certain frustration produced by just about everything that was happening in her life as of late. Then, after she was done spitting out her carefully-constructed words, she would let out a sigh before she would take on a more serious look right after the purple-haired woman seemingly attempted to convince her to do her job. "Look, I don't know if you decided to come here because you wanted to or because Aramis asked you to, but we're here to take down these turkeys. Our goal isn't to analyze them, but to exterminate them before they overwhelm this place! You should've at least brought some kind of energy shield or whatever else you guys make with you!"

While she would voice her most serious opinion on the matter to the scientist, Kimiko would notice that they appeared to be having company. They weren't numerous at first, maybe one or two of them at best; however, once the Captain was done speaking, there was quite a number of them. Upon witnessing the creatures gobble the way towards them, the officer from the Twelfth would rapidly decide to hide behind the Captain and hide behind her. She was even holding onto her haori like a frightened child! This would cause the superior officer to turn her head over her shoulder towards the woman with a look of complete disbelief on her face, as though she could not understand why the officer was behaving in such a cowardly fashion. Eventually, though, she would let out a scoff and return the white blade she had been holding onto to its scabbard. "Man. If this is what I should expect from Jūnibantai while I'm on the field... " she would first comment with a shake of the head before she would then take a deep breath and take on a more radiant look. "Alright, fine! Once I'm done here, I'm gonna make sure that you get at least one turkey to study! In exchange, I'll have you visit my dojo at least once!"

The Captain would then gaze at the incoming turkeys and let out a final, yet comical battle cry: "Now, come, avians! Show me that you're better than just a bunch of roasted meals on legs!" 

This is going to be a long night.

SPOILER: Click to show

{Technique Used}
Technique Name: Akuma no Ishi (剃るかんめき, "Demon's Will")

Technique Type: Other | Strength of Will Buff

Technique Element: None

Usable by: All races

Class: 3

Technique Reiatsu Cost: N/A

Technique Description and Effects

The projection of one's own will to empower the hearts of others. The user channels the strength of their very soul within themselves before shouting it out, most typically either in a short inspirational speech or a motivational war cry. By accomplishing this, the user is capable of bringing forth the Strength of Will skill of all of their surrounding allies by one point for the next three posts, inspiring them to go further beyond towards victory even if such a thing may cost their lives. A master of this skill is said to have such a powerful will that they are able to instead bring the aforementioned skill of their allies up by two points.


Drawbacks & Weaknesses

As saddening as this may be to those who may be interested in learning this technique, not everyone is born with a powerful will. That is simply a natural, uncontested fact that cannot be refuted even by the greatest minds there is in this world. In so doing, it is not difficult to imagine that this technique will not always show any kind of positive effect onto the people surrounding them, especially if they are used by naturally-uninspiring individuals. In order to guarantee this technique's proper success, the user must possess a 2 in at least one of the following skills: Acting, Charisma, or Strength of Will. This technique can be executed by those who have a lesser version of these skills if they so will it; however, upon execution, there will be a 50% chance of this skill failing to provide any kind of inspiration to allies altogether.


Made by: Nakajima Kimiko

Reserved? : No

[“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina]

These things were more annoying than she expected. Surveying the inside of the parking installation, it seemed that all of the hollows were beginning to flail around uselessly. IT didn't seem that any humans had been caught up in her current. Which was good. All of the hollows, however, seemed to be making a mess of the place. Bumping into cards, one another, and anything else in their paths through the dark. Their gobbles muffled in the dark as Mizu swam toward them calmly.

It was almost pathetic how vulnerable the things were. Her eyes narrowed through the darkness. No malevolent glor or anything like that in the darkness as she watched them. Her trident brandished as she moved in. Watching as a pair of the beasts stumbled about. They were currently assaulting a nearby car, striking it with their beaks, perhaps thinking that it was some sort of enemy? She supposed it didn't matter. She unleashed a swift, horizontal cleave and sliced clean through the pair of them. Her weapon cutting clean through those hardened feathers and dropping them.

Their bodies floated in the ater as she glanced about. Two...four....Six more? These ones didn't seem to be attacking anything, but rather were just running around in circles in the dark? There wasn't even much for them to attack. Was there no unity among them? No communication? No leader? Where did they all COME from? She decided not to worry about it as she cocked her arm back and promptly slashed with her weapon. A thing line of cutting water erupting from the zanpaku'to and tearing through the water. The sound of their bodies being ripped into distorted by the water itself.

Two of them promptly began to float, another one was injued and began to flail about wildly. It's blood spilling and mixing with the others. Clouding the dark currents even more. And to her surprise. Mizu noticed that they were in a frenzy. Pecking and slashing at one another with their wings. Clearly unable to properly discern friend from foe. They really WERE helpless. She circled them and watched as they tore at one another. Some of them going for the mask, others trying to go for body shots against those hardened feathers. All whilst more and more blood spilled into the water to occlude the area.

Swimming in, she promptly stabbed in, pinning the injured Turkey to the ground and then twisting and ripping upward. That trident cutting through it's frame before slashing upward and cleaving clean up through the mask of the hollow. Promptly cutting off it's stuggles and gobbles for help. Though a flurry of movement beside her caught her attention. Wings slashing at the air for her. Oh? So they did have a bit of fight. And it seemed more focused than before. It seemed that once they could see her they grew a bit more aggressive. She narrowed her eyes and focused on them.

It was a simple dance to back up and watch as they began surging towards her. One of them peeling off and attacking the dead body of it's comrade. But not trying to eat it. Maybe it was just confused? The other two were hardly so concerned. Surging toward her and viciously attempting to swipe at her with wings and talons. She didn't need much effort to move out of their reach. Especially with the current slowing them down. With a swift, vertical slash, she cut through one of the monster's wings, watching as it's owner tumbled back and began to flail as it's limb was separated from it's body.

Her eyes shifted to the side as she executed another slash. Ripping into the talons that were reaching for her. It's beak opening up, bubbles flooding out as it let out a cry. Not that any of them could drown in here. But all the same, a swift thrust and a twist was enough to make the bubbles stop as she cleaved clean through their body and executed a swift kick, knocking it onto it's back, wincing just a little as she felt a few cuts bloom along her leg. Right... she still wasn't very physically strong. Gh. Well, she wasn't exaclty made for brutal physical encounters.

With the other hollows cut apart. She gave one last stab into the last remaining turkey and watched as it struggled against her trident, writhing around before ultimately going still. A sigh escaping her as she glanced around. Tensing her surroundings. Didn't seem like any had gotten away. And her weapon waved to the side as she once again summoned that Massive Fish. The creature slithering from the tip of her zanpaku'to to begin swimming around and scooping up the hollows. Gathering them all up and beginning to swallow them down.

She paused for a moment and glanced up toward the surface. All of the hollows down here were dead. But she wasn't getting any messages from her Squad out of the ordinary. Pulling out her phone, she paused, tapping it. Good, it wasn't breaking. Thankfully she'd had the foresight to ask for one that was waterproof and tested for pressure. A few confirmations of kills, but nothing that she need be overly concerned about. Her eyes shifted away from the glow of the screen to watch as her little fish consumed the rest of the bodies before remolding to her body. And once that was done, her Current promptly was sucked back into her weapon as well. Draining the parking garage.

Ten...fifteen.. Twenty turkeys had been tagged by her squad. Decent enough. Opening up that watery portal, she promptly travelled back up to the surface and began to look around. It seemed the shinigami were also mopping up the last stragglers as well. Though she could sense a few....other individuals of concern in the distance, she decided not to spare them more thought for the time being. "Units 1 and 2. Reconvene at the arrival point. It shouldn't be much longer before this is wrapped up." She noted calmly, a sigh escaping her as she gave a slight roll of her shoulders.

So long as nothing crazy happened, it seemed they'd be home free not long from now.

8 class 8 turkeys eaten.

[Astrid Vess]

Freedom was a strange concept to Astrid. Even having simply walked out of Las Noches alongside the various plant life she had "acquired" and killing several arrancar along the way, she hadn't been stopped. Truth be told, she'd expected Marik or some other espada to try and crack down on her. But as she'd kicked open a new "door" for her to pass through and was confronted with the wastes, she'd finally realized how free she really was. Her fate was her own. No more chains of Hell, no more espada to deny her what she felt was the true point of being a hollow, and certainly no one above her in any capacity. It was simply Astrid, on her own, doing as she pleased, when she pleased. That was several weeks prior and currently Astrid was sitting on a branch of a tree in the Menos Forest. She'd still been in search of a place to call her own as well as those strong enough to be "pack members", though she'd found no such luck in that endeavor. Her stomach growled loudly informing her what time it was again. Even as an arrancar she'd still felt hunger, not as intense but it wasn't ever truly gone.



As she stood up on the branch and scoped out her nearby vicinity, she spotted one of the most ridiculous beings she'd ever seen. A bird, fat and plump, with feathers that held a metallic sheen. Astrid's head tilted to the side as she continued to look over this oversized chicken. Her mind raced momentarily with the idea of how this thing even began to exist and yet she couldn't come up with anything. Such a pitiful creature shouldn't have existed . . . unless it was new. But then she found more. Several more that seemed to crawl out of the roots of a nearby tree. As far as Astrid was concerned, that answered one question for her. With her stomach growling again and the turkey hollows nearby, it seemed simple enough in her eyes. Grab a couple, wring their necks out like string, and then begin consuming them. As she was about to jump into the air so she could slam on a turkey from above, Astrid realized one very important thing.



The birds were all going into a garganta. Astrid was many things, but smart was not one of them. Yet even she knew that hollows weren't exactly the most willing to work together which prompted her to wonder just what in the hell these birds were doing. Against her better judgement, and for the sake of curiousity before her inevitable meal, she decided to watch a few go through the garganta before deciding to follow them. Thankfully her avian prey was slow as molasses compared to her thus, she didn't have to do anything but slide down the side of the tree and then kick herself off to another nearby tree to get as close as she needed. All in all, it took about a minute or two given she was being slow about it. By the time she'd reach the ground there were three present before her. Well, technically four, but she slammed her entire body into the one beneath her, causing it to rupture and spew viscera over herself and the other turkeys.



A quick glance at the garganta that was beginning to shut and the three turkey hollows staring at her, and Astrid knew exactly how she would deal with this. With a bit of abnormal muscle flexing and some reiatsu Astrid produced an unusual tail from just above her hips, she then spun around and revealed it to have a mouth at the end, akin to a canine. The turkeys wouldn't know what was coming their way before their upper bodies were separated from their lower bodies. Sadly, though with the Garganta at half its original size Astrid had to get a move on if she wanted to find the remainder of these strange birds. It was fine though; her tail had ensured she'd started to get a snack for the way. With a quickness Astrid jumped forward, dislocated all her joints and more of less spun her way like a screw into the ever-shrinking garganta just before it closed off completely.



She fell for a moment before she remembered that gargantas needed her to flex the pittance of spiritual energy she had left. Once she'd made a floor beneath her it took her no time at all to run towards the other turkeys and their very obvious exit from the garganta. As she crawled out Astrid found herself in the middle of a street that was in a bit of chaos. Cars had slammed into one another; a few ambulances were present people and turkeys alike were injured. More so people than turkeys, for one reason or another they seemed to be more durable than Astrid gave them credit for. Still, that didn't exactly matter when her stomach was growing louder than before, the previous snack being just an appetizer for the aforementioned hollows. Astrid smiled wide, they were weak as hell but so were the humans and she was effectively in an all-out buffet!



Thus began Astrid's localized rampage against the turkeys and all present. The first one was trying to stumble and fumble its way from her given she had been right behind it in the garganta. Astrid simply fired out her tail towards it and used the jaw at the end to crush its head into chunks of flesh and bone. She promptly walked over to the corpse and joined her tail in tearing the bird limb from limb only to realize, these things weren't nearly as big as she wanted. They were "poofy" sure, but that was due to raw volume of feathers around it as opposed to being to physically large. She growled and threw the torso into a few humans. The wall behind them painted red followed by several loud screams. Astrid's jaw clenched as she felt a vein throb. "Fucking humans. . . Loud as always." With another short burst of speed Astrid all but appeared behind a couple screaming women and immediately grabbed them by their throats. Squeezing hard enough until their necks snapped.



It was a satisfying sound; however, she wasn't really interested in the humans as the turkeys were starting to bumble away thanks to her less than immediate follow through of their deaths. She'd made up for that by throwing both women at a single turkey. The first slamming into its legs breaking them both with the other slamming into the turkey's side fracturing several ribs. Astrid immediately ran over and stomped its head into the concrete below fracturing the ground and hearing a sickening squelch from the skull of said turkey caving in. She allowed her tail to start tearing into the turkey's chest cavity while she looked around to see what she'd do next. There were a couple bashing through way through the emergency responders, a couple flapping desperately to try and fly away, and even a couple that were just busy poking out the eyes of a few people before rushing them down.



More screaming followed and Astrid could feel a headache beginning to be induced. Her hearing was already stronger than her previous iteration and fucking shrill screeches were nothing if not like scraping nails across her spinal cord. It was times like this that she wished she could just have her hunger overwhelm her again, if only to ease her sensory overload. Still, she could just as easily fix it with a car. . . To which Astrid grabbed the front end of a nissan, sunk her fingers into it and then flung it towards the emergency services and the crowd of individuals that were screaming. The explosion was deafening but it did kill a few turkeys nearby as well as stopped the shrill screaming. With relative silence achieved Astrid jumped into the air after the few turkeys that were trying to "fly", more accurately flap, away and grabbed them by the legs. A quick unnatural spin using her spine as a rotating top, and she flung the turkeys back down into the ground.



More sickening crunches were heard, with the ever-growing smell of blood mixing in with the smoke. Astrid could finally start enjoying the smells and sounds of the world around her. Body after body breaking beneath her. Blood pooling up and beginning to crawl through the city. Smoke and fire assisting in the most rudimentary form of accidental cooking Astrid could possibly achieve. This freedom Astrid was experiencing was starting to really live up to its name. Just a genuine experience of both mental and physical freedom. No concerns for the world around her and no constraints aside from what her new form imposed. (Which while present were minimal as far as what this city was concerned.) Astrid let herself fall from the air ground she was currently enjoying and just enjoyed the breeze and smoke going past her as she fell. That was until she noticed the strange smell of cooked hollow turkey. It was distinctly peculiar as Astrid wasn't known for cooking much of anything and more than that, rather enjoyed the smell of burning human flesh in general.



But this was different. This made Astrid especially hungry as she began to salivate from the ever-growing smell turkey and gasoline. She immediately created a large reiatsu shard with a handle of sorts and "fired" it towards the raging car fires. The shard embedded itself into the concrete stopping Astrid's fall as she dislocated her body again to wrap around the shard. Upon impact she unwound herself slowly but surely and began to approach the fire as her joints clicked back into place. A part of her was curious as to what specifically was causing the delicious smell of cooked flesh given it could have been the metal contraptions for all she knew. Though her mind did have a momentary wonder about the shinigami it ultimately went unnoticed as she pulled out a half-charred turkey and dunked it into a nearby puddle of blood to stop the fires from burning it further.



This was causing the peculiar smell. Or at least, these turkeys were causing the strange smell. Curious and hungry as ever Astrid acted as if the entire body was a simple turkey leg and started tearing off chunks of burnt flesh from the bone. The first bits were charred and burnt to hell and back. Nothing special and admittedly a bit expected. The flesh beneath the first couple bits, however? Divine. Sure, it was dry as could be. And it was tough as a leather but as far as Astrid was concerned, this was a whole new experience for her. It was flavorful in a way she'd not really experienced and definitely in a way human flesh just didn't compare to. Now mind you, this wasn't going to stop her from eating her own, let alone cooking everything she came across, but it was definitely cementing into her mind the idea that, she could occasionally put some time and effort into charring the prey she hunted every once in a while. Especially considering she could make herself superheated.



As she walked away from the fire with her half-eaten turkey in hand she had to wonder if she should cook the remainder of the turkeys she'd seen. This is . . . better than I thought it'd be. . . Where did the birds go? I - blegh, burnt skin. She took a moment to go grab her reiatsu shard, stab it into turkey's chest cavity and began ripping off the skin. A couple minute later and Astrid was just walking down and currently, not burning street as she finished the cooked turkey, she'd picked up a few intersections back. If cooking my prey does this. . . what about freezing them? Treachery was cold but I couldn't survive there. . . Not back then. I was also in the ice bed then. . . so I couldn't try frozen prey. . . Maybe I should try that sometime? As she pondered this Astrid realized her turkey was all but consumed as she'd been eating the bones the past few bites. She enjoyed bone marrow, but she wasn't in the mood for it at the moment. She flung the remainder of the corpse off her reiatsu shard and threw it into a nearby jewelry shop.



With the bones gone she was in another intersection not without prey per say but with a lot fewer than she'd remembered seeing previously. Perhaps there wasn't many more turkeys than she'd seen earlier. . . or she'd killed too many of them already. She shrugged and handed off her reiatsu shard to her tail's jaw. Then she got on all fours flexed her shoulder muscles and groaned in pain as flesh started to bud out until it tore through her skin. Within seconds the pain was gone as she found herself with two new wings, not dissimilar from the bat hollows she'd been able to summon previously. With one notable exception being the sharpened edges of bone that she let loose on the outer edges of her wings. She smiled menacingly as she ran, jumped, and glided to the nearest turkey. Before it even knew what was happening its skull was detached from its body and Astrid took to the sky as she began rapidly tearing into its skull. Fresh blood and viscera coating her face and torso as she ungracefully took bite after bite out of it. When she was done, she took the reiatsu shard from her tail and threw it at another turkey that was in the middle of a candy stores window.



The glass shattered as the shard speared through the turkey's torso and ultimately ended up in the floor of the shop. She heard another terrified scream and rolled her eyes as she dived down and slammed into the turkey's body ramming it into the and through the remaining wall into the candy shop. By this point the shop keep, being as scared as could be ran out the backdoor screaming all the while. Astrid glared in his direction but ultimately decided that the turkey would taste better. . . for now. She'd want to kill him if possible and the old man stench was strong on him. With that she plunged her right hand into the turkey, through its ribcage and ripped out its heart. She shoved it into her mouth as she began her newest feast all the while pondering how far she'd let the man in question get away. He's not that far. . . i could throw the body at him. . . Maybe grab some rock from this building. . . decisions. . . decisions. Oh shit, I found the liver. YES. She promptly ripped that organ out and began chowing down on it only to hear further loud blaring sounds now accompanied by bright red lights were coming closer. She knew of these humans. They were especially annoying, even more so because they weren't spiritually capable either.



As she finished her snack, she rolled her eyes and promptly walked out. The carcass of her previous meal but forgotten as this sensory hell was only a few feet away. As two officers began to unbuckle themselves, she grabbed onto their car with her tail and flew into the air, taking the car and officers along with her. The two screamed and one even started firing off their weapon. It made Astrid smile for all the worst reasons, but she actually had a goal. A little game for herself, see if she could hit the old man with the loud car. She'd have to find the man in question though, and thanks to the streets and back alleys between them that took her a couple minutes. But she found him. He was hiding next to a dumpster and sweating bullets. Thats when he saw her, or well not her specifically but saw the flying car. He was in abject terror and shock and Astrid took full advantage of that by simply flying overhead an dropping the car on him. The car fell engine first and exploded into flames that quickly caught onto the dumpster and nearby trash. The odor was foul, but the screams of the car and the people were gone. Though sadly shortly replaced by more and more screams. These humans were starting to grate on her ears. She was going to need more hollow flesh if she were to endure this for any longer than a few seconds.



Thankfully a small group of five turkeys were quite literally rolling toward the growing onlookers to the dumpster fire, now growing into building fire. This made Astrid get an idea given there was a nearby parking lot. She flapped her wings to get some altitude before diving down towards the group from the opposite side of the parking lot. She'd only just pull herself upward a foot or two at most from the asphalt and allow her wings to cleanly slice through not just a couple turkey hollows but also several people. Only a couple managed to scream before they fell in two on the ground. Astrid in the meanwhile now arriving in the parking lot decided that she would now use the cars to make further fires and explosions. Tucking her wings in, she slammed into the first car she saw, having it slam into two more cars before she stopped. Then she grabbed it and flung it behind her, towards the group of people and the remaining turkey hollows. She did this again. And again. And again. And again, until she had encircled the group in no less than ten cars that had all exploded-on impact or broke apart, leaked their gasoline and oil, and then subsequently ignited due to the other already burning cars. She smells of burnt flesh, both turkey and human alike, was heavy in the air and it made Astrid's stomach growl.



The next few minutes would be about as one expected. Screams from those being burnt alive. Cries from turkey hollows who attempted to "fly" away from their new burning prison. All the while Astrid simply walked over and let her meal cook to "perfection. Those few who managed to wriggle away Astrid considered letting them go if only to not delay her meal but decided that blood was an excellent seasoning. And thus, she immediately ran after them, grabbed each human by the neck and snapped them in her grasp. She then collected them one after the other and threw them back into her makeshift bonfire. As for the turkeys that tried to leave, while still on fire no less, Astrid simply flew up, grabbed them with her tails jaw, and thew them back into the flames. By the time she was done, there were no escapees. There were plenty watching and crying silently as they'd watched people be picked up, thrown, and killed by some invisible force. She'd let them be if only because she had a meal that was just about done. A quick count to 10 and Astrid decided she'd let her meal be in the "oven" long enough. She then despite the burning oil and gasoline, grabbed the cars and flung them into the nearby buildings. Spreading the fires further and causing the previously quiet screams to be her background sounds for her meal.



All the while Astrid simply did what all hollows do. Eat. Tear. Shred. Losing herself into the high of killing those who never stood a chance. The turkey was divine, as far as she was concerned. And well worth the wait as she went through each turkey one by one. Leaving nothing behind. No bones, no blood, not a scrap. And by the end of it all she was still hungry and thus looked over at her little pile of humans. "Fuck it, I'll eat you also." The following five minutes would be filled with the sounds of bones breaking, squelching flesh being torn, the fires and screams of those nearby growing louder, all accompanied by an absolutely pleasant chill breeze. Astrid couldn't have asked for a better day to go on a hunt if this was how it would turn out. By the time she was done eating her mind wandered back to the disturbing lack of shinigami. You'd think they would show up for all of this. . . Hmm. . . Fucking wastes of space. I came here to kill hollows, kill people, and fucked up their homes and no one is showing up. Fucking. . . Grrr. . . . Where the fuck ARE YOU?! She stood up and walked around waiting a few more mintues in the hopes that maybe just MAYBE one or two would show up so she could gut them with their own weapons. Sadly, none came.



Astrid growled loudly and immediately flew into the air to get a bird's eye view of just where these fuckers were. She knew they had to be here and yet she couldn't find them. Once she was about 100 feet in the air, she'd start letting her eyes scan the area given her eyesight was far more capable now and she'd even found that she could pinpoint specific details if she really wanted. Thats when she found them, spread throughout the city and they were busy . . . with yet more hollow turkeys. Astrid couldn't find it in herself to be angry, in part because she literally couldn't be, but she was doing find herself mildly frustrated despite not being surprised. Though this did explain why the turkeys were thinning out. Between the 5 shinigami she saw and a few other humanoids being capable of doing something she knew her meal ticket wasn't going to last. She rolled her eyes and drew out a sigil where she was at. She'd had her fill and worse yet, she'd helped the shinigam out. . . Again. It was disgusting and made her sick to her stomach even thinking about it. But she wasn't going to go vomit up the perfectly good souls she'd consumed so she'd just have to get over it.



With her sigil drawn and her hunger lessened somewhat she picked her destination. Hueco Mundo. Space before her warped and twisted drastically as it created a circular portal that led back to the menos forest. To her surprise, there were a few more there to which she smiled. "I guess the hunt isn't over yet~ I bet I can finally try out the freezing idea I had earlier. . . hehehe. . . " With a single glance back to Karakura, she took a moment to try and commit this place to her memory. Especially given there were so many spiritually capable individuals present. Surely, later she could find them all again. Maybe make specialty meals out of their souls. Her smile grew dark as she walked into the portal only to have her sigil break apart into latent reiatsu. "I'll find all of you later I'm certain. . . " With her new goal in mind she decided that the turkey hollows before her needed to be killed and eaten before she could consider her next move. Something she'd need ample food for. And it was all just within reach, how convenient.

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{Techniques used}
Benign Growth

Technique Class: 3

Technique Type: Physical

Usable By: Astrid

Technique Element: Flesh

Description:

This technique is exactly what you think it is. This technique is where the Path of the Flesh Warper begins to live up to its name. With this technique the user gains the means to grow different body parts on their body regardless of their biology. For example, a user could generate a mouth filled with fangs on their neck. They could generate a tail from their shoulder or tentacles from their palms or feet. Essentially, they can conjure up additional body parts upon command by having their HSR create them. Obviously, this means additional organs are a no go. Including non-vitals such as the eyes, ears, nose, etc. But flesh, bone, skin, viscera? Those are all fair game.

Now the way this works is that for every post this technique is active the user gains 5 feet of flesh they can use. Upon the initial use of this technique, they gain 10 feet worth of flesh. This numerical value is a vague reference of the maximum size of a single limb that can be produced at that moment. This can of course be split between several limbs if the user desires. Here is a list of general limbs that this technique can create though this is not all inclusive, should something not be here its closest variant can be referenced and costs of flesh used:


Mouths/Jaws: 1 foot of flesh

Skulls: 3-5 feet of flesh/bone

Tails: 5 feet minimum, can be as long as the user desires.

Wings: 5 feet minimum per wing. Caps at 15 per wing.

Tendrils: 3 feet minimum, can be as long as the user desires.

Arms / Legs: 3 feet minimum

Fists / Feet / Hooves / etc: 2 feet minimum per instance

Torso / Ribcage: 5 feet minimum and can be up to 15 feet maximum.


A couple things to note. 1. As all additional limbs/body parts are created from the user they use Strength when interacting with a clash or an attack. 2. These are considered extensions of the user and can use techniques the originator could use. So long as the body part in question can use it. This requires the technique to be Proficient for techniques up to class 3. And Mastered for techniques up to class 1. 3. These limbs do not benefit from HSR; however, they can be "regenerated" so long as the user has enough flesh to recreate it again. I.E. the pay the flesh cost again.


How to Use:

Focus reiatsu on the body part in question and visualize what you want it to become. Let the body's regenerative capabilities create what you envision. From there use it as you see fit.


Drawbacks:

Each body part costs 50 reiatsu for each foot of flesh used to create it. Big limbs become very expensive very quickly.

Having more than 6 limbs or using 30 feet of flesh is considered tiring. Such as moving above 600 speed constantly. Limbs cannot flex defend against attacks. Limbs also transfer on contact effects to Astrid if the enemy has such a power.

Flesh cannot be regenerated by HSR. Must spend more flesh gained via this technique to remake. Cannot use techniques until Proficient or Mastered. Must have learned Distorted Growth. Requires a 2 in Way of the Flesh Warper.



Form: Obsidian:

Class: [3]

Technique Type: [None]

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

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]

This technique hardens the user's reiatsu into an obsidian-like crystal, and it can be molded and shaped into anything as long as it does not exceed the volume of the user's own body. The newly hardened reishi has a durability and piercing strength that depends on the cost of the technique. For every 100 reiatsu the user puts into it, the durability and piercing strength of the technique increases by 250 (ex. a cost of 200 reiatsu gives Form: Obsidian a durability and offensive stat of 500). The user can either hold Form: Obsidian or launch it as a projectile at the same speed as a cero.

Once Form: Obsidian is used, the user has the option to activate it once more. By doing so, he can cause the obsidian to crack into as many pieces as he’d like, anywhere between two uneven pieces to a million little grains. He can cause the obsidian to shatter with a speed of up to 600, spreading out to a maximum distance of 15 meters in every direction. The user can control the speed of the shattering and the distance that the shards travel.

How to use technique (How is it activated?):

Stated above.

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

The cost of this technique increases greatly depending on the desired offensive stat. The minimum cost is 100 reiatsu and the maximum cost is 400 reiatsu (an offensive stat of 1000). In addition, the user must pay 100 reiatsu for the second activation that causes Form: Obsidian to splinter.

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{Reiatsu used}
-300 for Benign Growth (Tail w/ jaw)
-100 for Form: Obsidian
-500 for Benign Growth (Wings)

Total reiatsu: 900

1,000 - 900 = 100 reiatsu

[Amare Mori]

Haha! So there were some foul fowl’s afoot were there! Halloween was over, and Thanksgiving was on the eve, so some feathered vengeance was about to strike Karakura it seemed! Fortunately there was no need to fear! Uzaki Enterprises very own Amare Mori, Defender, Champion and Protector of Karakura Town was on the scene! There would be no cause for mayhem when Karakura’s valiant knight arrived! Amare suited up (by which he put on his very, very heroic scarf), laced up his combat boots, put on his shirt and fingerless gloves and stepped out of his apartment into the fray!

”Now is the time for fear, you misbegotten, misbehaving, malefic miscreats! I will not allow your evil deeds to go unpunished any longer! The chaos you sow shall be brought to order!” Amare declared loudly as he burst out the front door of his apartment building, his scarf billowing in the wind behind him. ”For I, Amare Mori, Knight of Karakura Town, am here to put an end to your atrocious antics!” He posed dramatically in front of the building to an… Empty street.

Well it wasn’t totally empty! There were some people there who were giving Amare strange looks. Ah, good the citizens here were safe! Then what was that about a text from one of the managers at Uzaki alerting him about a bunch of Hollow birds causing chaos in the city? Everything around here looked just fine! Hm. Well, wait, that was obviously it! Obviously Amare’s reputation preceded him. They were Hollows, so of course they would avoid this place! Word had doubtlessly got out that a pupil of the Sexta Espada resided on this street and they had wisely chosen to avoid the area! A pity for such clever creatures that they did not realize that all of Karakura Town was under Amare’s protection. A mistake that he would see to it they regretted!

Amare took off, with a flurry of steps that carried him with astonishing speed down the street, using Soul Command just as Kazura had taught him, to command the ground to help push him away with each step, accelerating him down the street. It had taken Amare a long time to work this out, but his Soul Command had extended considerably. Back in the beginning, while training with Kazura, Amare was only able to generate a very weak field less than a foot away from himself. Now, he would estimate that he had a Soul Command range of around thirty to forty feet. He didn’t need to focus as hard, and he could manage precise timings as well. It was still nothing compared to Kazura or Irina, but it was development and Amare could absolutely utilize it as a practical skill now, instead of merely an Academic one.

Thanks to Soul Command, Amare could command the ground itself to launch him into the air, cause debris to move out of his path, summon winds to whip about his scarf in a very heroic and cool manner. He hadn’t given it serious battlefield testing yet, but maybe he could do that today against the frumious feathered fiends that attacked his fair city town.

But first he had to find one! Or two! Or a dozen? As Amare ran randomly throughout the city he still couldn’t find anything yet. Oh wait, there was some commotion over there! Perhaps he could learn something? Ah! Yes! Amare saw it now! A swarm of large, feathered, masked Hollow Turkeys stumbling through the city streets in a disorganized rabble. This was surely his foe! And now they would know their adversary! Amare planted himself in the middle of the street, one hand on his hip, the other raised up in a “halt” motion, his body bladed sideways.

”Halt! You stand before the defender of Karakura Town! You have caused this town nothing but trouble since you got here, and as this town’s protector I command you to—“ The birds did not stop and plowed right through Amare, knocking him to the ground, the creatures warbling and clucking as they stampeded over and past the Fullbringer, wandering around the street. Save for one which looked at him curiously, before pecking his head a few times.

”Ah! A most ignoble attack! Don’t you know you don’t attack people while they’re monologuing! How dare you!” Amare answered, with indignant rage. ”It is clear that you have not been taught manners! Or perhaps you creatures are more insidious than I was led to believe! Very well then! I shall summon forth my valiant blade, and smite thee! Come forth! Caliburn!”

Amare paused as he had gestured very dramatically, but did not see his sword coming to his hand. He looked at the empty hand curiously. That’s weird. That usually worked. ”I said, come forth Caliburn!” Again. Nothing. What was going on here— And then Amare saw the turkey waddling off, with his scarf in its beak.

”AAAHHH! COME BACK WITH THAT YOU KNAVE! YOUR TREACHEROUS THIEVERY WILL AVAIL YOU NOT!” Amare roared, pursuing the bird with full speed. Lunging forwards to seize it—and the bird wandered off down an alley, causing Amare to stumble right past it. ”Get back here! I need that scarf!” Truly this bird was monstrously cunning to have recognized Amare’s Fullbring’s sealed form within moments of meeting the Broccoli Person! He would need to use all of his cunning to match the creature, that was for certain.

”Hmph. You think you’re so clever! If I could use Sonido, you would be no match for me!” Amare declared, rushing down the alleyway after the bird, with a flying kick. To his credit, this time Amare’s strike connected! But there was a certain resistance in the bird’s feathers, that seemed to muffle the force of his kick considerably. ”Hah! A formidable guard, but you are no arrancar! And this is no Hierro!” Amare declared, getting into fighting stance.

The turkey looked at Amare curiously before attempting to start swallowing his scarf. ”HEY! DON’T DO THAT!” Amare seized the fabric, pulling on it, engaging in a tug of war with the hollowfied bird. ”Do you have any idea how important that is to me! Let go! Face me like a true and proper Hollow you deceitful beast!” Amare cried out, before realizing something that should have been fairly obvious to him.

Wait a minute. I’m holding onto my scarf… The Fullbringer smirked. ”Very well then! You shall witness my true powers as a Broccoli Person! Know thy foe knave, and witness my weapon! Come forth! Caliburn!” Amare’s scarf glowed brightly as it straightened out into a gleaming, golden sword, already in the turkey’s throat. The act of transforming his weapon caused the bird’s neck to burst asunder, severed by the blow of Caliburn.

”A pity you were not prepared to handle such a formidable attack!” Amare crowed, triumphantly. Now, if he recalled there had been others as well weren’t they? Oh! But first. Amare paused and brought a notebook out of his jacket pocket. ”Let’s see now… I’ll need to come up with some good one-liners for fighting these things. Let’s see…. “It’s time to carve this turkey?” No… that’s too on the point. “I’ll have mine with a side of potatoes?” No, that’s too longwinded. “Gobble this?” ….No that sounds dirty….”

Another warbling cry outside and the sound of a vehicle crashing into something drew Amare’s attention away. ”Oh! Right! I uhh… guess I can go with the formidable stoic type, I gotta help them!” Amare paused and tried to collect himself, swiping his hand across his face, and making his expression go all serious. The strong silent type. Very well. By your lack of patience, you shall not even know the name of your slayer, you unfortunate avians!

There was another pause. Wait, avians… I wonder, are turkeys actually avians? Does avian mean bird, or does it specifically refer to birds that can fly? Like… Is that the proper terminology? Or is it because most birds fly that we associate it with flying? Like isn’t aviation the study of flight? Turkey Airlines doesn’t really work does it? Oh wait, unless it’s from Turkey. But that would be like…. Turkish Airlines, right?

There was shouting from the alleyway ahead. Shoot that’s right! Alright Amare. Strong. Silent. Foreboding aura. You gotta stick the landing here. Make it look cool for any girls that might be watching. Amare lunged out from the alleyway, sword in hand and looking about. There was the pair of birds that had just caused an accident in the streets, a pair of cars having hit the two of them and come to a sudden stop. Being unable to see the Hollows, the two drivers seemed intent on blaming each other and were engaging in a shouting match. Amare was about to rush in but stopped again.

”Wait a minute. Ugh, no, for the strong silent type routine I need to be coming in from the rooftops shoot, ah, and here I go shooting off my mouth too. That’s uncool as hell. Damnit I gotta retry that.” He muttered, running back into the alley. Okay! Handswipe across the face. Badass stare. Ladder up? Hah, what kind of cool heroes use LADDERS. They should just jump to the rooftops! Oh, well I guess it doesn’t apply if they don’t have superpowers though. Like I’m pretty sure John Wick used ladders a few times. Oh, and that one guy, Johnny English, they made a pretty funny chase scene with him using ladders. Wait, what if I didn’t use my hands? Just like…. Ran up a ladder like they were stairs? Oh shoot, maybe that could work! Yeah, let me see…. Oh, and I can use Soul Command to help me keep my balance! Amare placed a foot on a nearby ladder, and used Soul Command to adhere his step to the rungs. Then disconnected it. He lifted the foot and placed it back, trying it again.

I probably need to get it down to something like a split second, cause my legs move pretty fast. Okay. One-two! Amare did a quick two step up the ladder then hopped back to the ground. Okay, perfect. One more time! He repeated the process a handful more times, just to make sure the timing was perfect. Okay! That works. Right then! Strong, silent—you know the ladder idea probably works better with a different persona now that I’m thinking about it. The strong silent type kinda just…. Shows up. Would ruin that if they hear me coming up the ladder. Huh. Hmm… Alright, so I’ll jump up this time, but next time, I gotta get some practice in ladder running so I can pull that off and have it look perfect![/i]

Amare gathered strength beneath him, and added a bit of flex to the ground. The ground shifted beneath his weight and then bounced the Fullbringer airborne to land on the rooftops, overlooking the street, his jacket billowing out dramatically. He looked down on the street, a stern, taciturn expression on his face. Perfect. He got the image perfect. There was, however, just one problem….

Where the hell did those two turkeys go?