Turkey Day (Open, limited)

[Akio Naito]

One of the greatest disappointments of hunting hollows was that you couldn't use them for anything; they weren't edible, most dissolved too fast to be used as crafting materials, and even if a piece was left behind, Akio couldn't even use /that/ because the slightest touch of the masked spirits seared the flesh from his hands. Although given how much of his craftwork was derived from quincy techniques, adding hollow flesh to his creations would probably have a strong resemblance to adding caesium to water. Maybe it was for the best that he couldn't even try building a hollow-based Kathedrale or Kyōkai Keisei, for his own safety and the rest of Karakura.

Too sore to cook after this. Akio had started getting tired somewhere around hollow seven; even with his precious Reichlich Kathedrale doing the spiritual heavy lifting, the limits of his physical body were still there, and archery wasn't exactly an endurance sport. Not eating poultry after this disaster; maybe gyūdon? What was the name of that place again? It had the kanji for gate in the name... It didn't help that no amount of effort seemed to actually reduce the number of hollows running rampant. Is there a gate letting these things in? Akio had even started to consider the possibility that there was some otherworldly nest or divine progenitrix that acted as the root origin of all these masked wildfowl, one that yet spawned the feathered fiends even as he culled them. Maybe that's why he hadn't stumbled over any shinigami, they had to have more information about the current situation than he did.

He turned his head towards a sudden noise and was startled by a turkey hollow that had hopped down from atop an above-ground parking structure. "When the rookery falls," He began, assuming the well-practiced footing and posture of a firing stance. "and the birds have all flown," He continued the poem, focusing his mind as he prepared his bow and took aim at the approaching hollow. "you cannot shoot them all down," He drew back the spirit bow's string once more and relied on the Kathedrale's refined reishi to supply his arrows as they formed. "unless you shoot only one." Five arrows flew free, struck the approaching hollow, and gouged a significant hole in the beast. The hollow responded with a shrieking, distorted gobble before it collapsed where it had stood. Was I too dramatic? I was. Can I call this incantation training? He could, really. Unlike what he'd seen the shinigami accomplish, he couldn't skip the chants associated with his spells. That made casting speed the biggest liability in his fighting style. The turkeys were a small enough threat that he could practice wielding weaponry and words in unison.

Akio had a certain advantage here, and it was that none of the birds had displayed any ranged attacks. As someone who could fight effectively at a distance, he found it easier to overwhelm them before any could get close enough to reach his admittedly poor defenses and retaliate. With more reishi than he could ever use pre-processed for easy arrow formation, he was more or less in the position of the main character of one of those arcade on-rail shooting games. As long as he could strike first from outside their reach, the birds didn't survive for long enough to reach him with their clumsy pecks and talon slashes. Though if the wildfowl managed to reach him, even one hit could be a disabling injury, and two or three would probably be an end to him.

Thinking about the abundance of reishi he'd gifted to himself and potentially to any number of more legitimate quincy in the area who had likely been wondering where the sudden blessing upon their least arrows was coming from, he had to retrieve the stakes he'd placed once this hunt was over. They were conspicuous treasures, especially with the glowing boundary lines that led right to them. Still, he wouldn't have been able to slay nearly as many of the strangely identical hollows without his creation's aid, and that made it a more successful test than anything he could have reasonably planned. And if nobody had even noticed? Well, it was sad, but it meant today really had been a special occasion without real consequences. Somehow, he'd been blessed with all the factors needed to go on a rampage like this, just for himself this o—Wait, is that?

He wasn't alone. Akio had noticed a silver-haired man in the distance wielding a quincy bow. The other archer executed one of the hollows with a single precise arrow. The desire to compliment that man on their aim was strong, but Akio couldn't bring himself to follow through on it. He knew better than to approach a real quincy with his own bow showing; that would have been one of the worst things he could have done for a first impression. Too hesitant to actually approach, he cast his gaze down at the sidewalk. Enjoy my Kathedrale's blessing, stranger. A thank you is not necessary. It was enough to know he had done something to help them by setting up his creation, no matter how indirect it had been.

The street beneath Akio's feet rumbled, alerting him that something was coming even before he turned back to see a massive stampede of hollows as wide as the street would allow, a horde that trampled everything in its path. A living wave of feathers, beaks, and talons that would have been far more terrifying if the oncoming spiritual beasts had been anything other than giant turkeys—anything at all. But intimidating or not, the tsunami of chaotic birds was still a practical threat to everything in its path, Akio included. Too many. They all bleed together. I need something more than another arrow. No other choice, then.

He reached into a pocket, then drew out and threw a small silver tube as a single motion. "An iron-horned angel tramples the fallow field!" The ginto tumbled end over end as it flew towards the oncoming flood of poultry, reishi spilling out to form a five-spoked wheel, a pentacle within a ring of razored ice, the spell known as Streitwagen. Akio raised his bow, readied another five arrows even as his spell cleaved the first hollow it met in twain, and held his position as the stampede parted, sending even more of the spirits stumbling or even rolling out of control as their talons hit the trail of ice that marked the wheel's path or tripped over their fellow birds. The series of arrows that followed were enough—just barely—to carve a tunnel through the stampede. Panicked hollows passed Akio to either side and continued their course at top speed.

He stood there, frozen in place, and took several deep breaths to calm down. The tired young man allowed his grip on the bow to slack, and freed from his domination, pieces of reishi began to break off, drifting back into the natural flow of spirit particles. Akio didn't even bother looking behind him to see where they'd gone, or if anyone else was in danger. He just didn't have the stamina to keep going after all of this; even though he had spiritual energy to spare, his body had still worn down over the course of today's hunt. It was time for hunt to end, time to pack up his Reichlich Kathedrale and hope that wherever he could get some gyūdon with an extra egg, it was still intact when he got there. And in the moment that he accepted that the hunt really was over, his bow shattered and left only its central cross behind. With a sigh, he slipped it back into his pocket with the other, differently shaped cross. "Apologies. Looks like I have to sit the rest out." He said to nobody in particular.

He slipped away, slowly retrieved his Kathedrale's component stakes, and made his quiet exit from the scene. Later, over a bowl of the shaved beef he'd been thinking of for at least an hour, he reflected on his rampage through the streets and the hollows he'd been slaughtering. And all because the lack of shinigami or arrancar had convinced him that there weren't any prying eyes that he needed to hide his abilities from. He wouldn't have done any of that of those godlike spirits had been around. I was arrogant back there, no way around that. I spent so much time resenting that I live in a world of gods and monsters that I tried to act like one of them as soon as I actually believed that I could get away with it.

[Date Maharo]

Another downward slash, another dead turkey that had charged Maharo. An upward slash and another Hollow purified. Their attacks were swift and efficient, but the tactic of waiting for an opening as each foe attacked would not be enough for this seemingly endless horde. Maharo was surviving, but they were hardly making a dent in the swarm before them. They knew there were other Shinigami in the city, so they figured that maybe they could just hold out until one came along to assist them. Only after another Hollow threw itself at them, meeting the same fate as the duo before, did Maharo remember that they already weren't alone. At a glance, the Kuchiki was holding their own, but still. They were the senior, they shouldn't be backed into a corner like this when someone else was counting on them to help!

"If we stay surrounded like this, we'll only be worn down." Maharo spoke calmly. "You keep up the defense, I'll try to thin the herd." Another Hollow began charging Maharo, apparently thinking that the masked Shinigami had their guard down just because they were talking. As it approached, Maharo changed their stance. They spread their feet, bending their knees just short of a crouch as their right hand held the wakizashi to the side, their left hand in front of them. This was not a stance taught in the academy. As the turkey closed in, they spun to deliver a powerful roundhouse kick to the turkey's side, sending it off its feet and flying into several of its kin.

Without missing a beat, Maharo dashed after the flying poultry, taking advantage of the confusion inflicted upon the nearby Hollow. Two quick, dirty slashes of their blade, two more turkeys missing their heads. One of the Hollow that had been knocked on its back kicked up, digging talons into Maharo's chest. It drew plenty of blood, but before it could do any serious damage, Maharo brought their fist down onto its head, smashing the Hollow's mask and killing it. Another duo of turkeys closed in to attack Maharo from either side. The ferocious Shinigami kicked the one on their right and sent it crashing into a wall while the one on their left found its neck caught by Maharo's empty hand. This one was not getting the luxury of a relatively quick death like the one that they had gotten their hands on before.

Maharo stayed on the move, dragging along the unfortunate fowl and using it to crash through clusters of the swarm that had befallen them and Taiyokei. For a bird, it made for a surprisingly good flail. With their Zanpakuto in their right hand, Maharo cut down any Hollow that they could while swinging the dying Hollow's body with their left to beat back the ones that were bright enough to attempt attacking as a group. Taiyokei would find himself being attacked less and less often as, true to their word, Maharo was slowly clearing the horde. They weren't even killing most of the Hollow, but rather injuring the beasts bad enough that they struggled to continue fighting, left to be picked off once the duo of Shinigami was more or less safe. Once Maharo's improvised weapon croaked out its last gobble, they dropped the thing and continued fighting the dwindling horde with their wakizashi and their long, sweeping kicks.

It certainly wasn't an elegant solution in any sense of the word, and there were certainly many Shinigami who could fight more effectively while using more proper means, but Maharo wasn't one of them. They had spent an abundance of years drilling zanjutsu techniques into their mind and body, but no amount of training could ever really overwrite the pure violence that had been imprinted upon them by their upbringing. With their hood having come down off their head, their long, white mane of hair trailed behind them, giving the towering Shinigami an almost bestial presence. They tore through the swarm of turkey Hollow, ensuring that Taiyokei had a manageable time of things, even as more descended upon the pair.

[Scarlet]

How was this still going? That was the question that Hikari couldn’t help have pass through her mind at the moment. Sitting as she was on the sidewalk now with blood dripping off the bottom of her chin while her right arm and fingers were painted the same with her wounds. These Hollows weren’t particularly powerful but with their numbers it just seemed like an unending struggle. Getting her Fullbring to cleave through the tough feathers was one thing, but getting ran over before she could really send the edge into one was just taxing.

Right now she was at a breaking point having just finished off another couple of these turkey Hollows, but at the cost of what remained. She hadn’t been this drained, this tired, spent in months. She couldn’t remember facing off against something like this in the past. She hadn’t been fighting as a Fullbringer for long, but was usually confident in what she’d been experiencing and learning along the way. Right now Karakura really was being swarmed by an endless flock of turkeys. “Damn this is so fuckjng stupid.” Shaking her head Hikari heard more of the Hollows approaching and knew she had to get up.

“I’m missing something, but this isn’t an illusion. I think. None of them look different and I can’t hear anyone giving them orders. What’s the secret!” Hikari screamed as she struggled to get her feet to comply. So tired that lifting her up and holding her there was now a struggle. The back of her heels caused her pain whether she was moving now or not. Her crop top and track pants both were torn and ripped in multiple places while her sneakers might as well have been taken off now due to the damage.

Desperately trying to find some way to justify why this many Hollows were now in Karakura, why she couldn’t end this problem. She’d fought off against at least a dozen Hollows now and none of them were like this. Perhaps it was cloning itself? A single Hollow making an army of them while staying hidden. That was one of the only ways Hikari could figure this made any sense. If she was right though she knew there was no way for her to stop this. She didn’t have the knowledge nor the skills to find the original.

The other theory was that these turkey’s could be an illusion. If she’d been trapped inside her own head and forced to see one of her worst fears. She struggled with accepting this possibility even more than the last though. It offered her less of a chance to actually succeed while being something terrifying all the same. Turning she sees one of the turkeys coming towards her now after it’s seen her get up and her Fullbring now reforming into its weapon form. “No can’t be my worst fears . . There’d be fire.”


She couldn’t ponder a possible illusion that would play off fear without including fire, such a thing would be like playing a sport without the object of desire. Hikari sighed as she felt the small weight return tk her left hand. While it wasn’t nearly as heavy as anyone would assume, at least for her the massive battle axe was still enough that her worn muscles protested holding it once again. Her blood soaked hands begging Hikari to just stop as the murder chicken enclosed on her.

She wasn’t sure if all this was real or if there was some otherworldly justification for why all these Hollows were emerging in an endless onslaught. She didn’t know enough and wasting time trying to think of why wasn’t going to save anyone else. “Just one more, just one more.” The words Hikari whispered to herself as she heard the contained screams of the average. These people were like she was only a short time ago,, they didn’t know what was going on. They didn’t deserve to die at the hands of something invisible.

No one else was on this street near the park, she couldn’t see nor sense anyone else that was stopping these turkeys which meant when one showed up she had to get off her ass. A swing in a back hand motion with her left arm was what she managed and although her timing was correct it didn’t stop her from being knocked off balance and falling backwards. The impact of the cement sidewalk knocked the breath out of her lungs. Hikari was running on fumes with barely any energy left inside her body, her muscles were barely even holding on now as they struggled not to rip.

“Why? Why can’t I figure you out?”

Hikari looks angrily at her Fullbring still in her left hand. It’d be at this moment though that she saw the additional fresh blood on the edge of her axe. The sharp edge managed to cut through the soft feathers of the underbelly. The murder chicken was slow and falling forward now as it struggled to support its weight. “Goddamn it.” She had to figure out what her Fullbring could do, this ws no longer some far off goal that she was excited about getting revealed later on like a season final of a show. She needed it now not just to save others, but her own life as well.

“Some protector of Karakura” Hikari began talking to herself now as she recalled her Fullbring once again. She could tell based on how this Hollow was moving and dropping to the sidewalk that it wasn’t going to be fighting now. It was bleeding out or maybe its organs were failing. Either way she’d stopped it from terrorizing more of Karakura. She was really at her limit. Something she wasn’t proud of nor satisfied with instesd she felt guilty that she was laying on her back now. “Amare, Blair I’m sorry.”

[Blair Aldaine ❅]

It had been many years since Blair was able to sit down with her family for Thanksgiving. Born and raised in America, she knew the holiday well and was happy to see that her parents agreed to visit her this year. They were impressed by her apartment, noting that it looked significantly larger than they expected, and were excited to see that she had an entire guest room for them to stay in. She supposed she owed Shizuka some gratitude because it was all that woman's doing. They'd known each other for a few years now and had even become friends. It was surprising, to say the least.

As Blair sat down with her parents, they did the same thing they did every year; they set a place at the table for their other daughter, Remina. Some time had passed since Remina had been taken. Blair's encounter with her years ago was also short-lived as she claimed it was in her best interest to leave because it meant she could develop her abilities. Blair didn't understand what she'd meant at the time, but now she knew. In her own way, the young girl had grown into a Fullbringer woman who actually managed to manifest powers of her own that she was quite scared of.

Yes, it was true. Blair Aldaine was afraid of her own abilities. The powers really weren't the problem, but it was who she became whenever she used them. Unbridled rage flowed through her body as she lost control of her entire being, losing herself in the anger that ignited the desire to destroy. She'd kept these abilities secret from her parents ever since their inception. She had been only six years old, which was entirely too young for anyone to know about their powers, but that was the very first time they ever showed any sign of existing.

It was the Summer of 2001. Blair and her father had been visiting New York City and the temperature had started to drop, signaling that Autumn was just around the corner. On this bright day in September, she found that she was so excited to visit the city that she lost herself in it. Literally. Blair had lost sight of her father and became terrified very quickly, panicking at the inability to find him. Hyperventilating, she threw her head around and glanced in every direction she could even think of, hoping to find him. Unfortunately, she didn't. And then someone else found her.

A strange man had come and tried to pick her up, triggering something within her that became a mixture of fear and rage. It blew up like an explosion and managed to cut off her psyche, causing her to black out while this other persona took over completely. As a means of avoiding the imminent trauma, Blair's rage became somewhat of a shield, controlling her body as she fought for the man to let go of her. As she fought, she didn't realize her own precious items had transformed, and she summoned a massive portal that unleashed something horrifying on the world.

Blair had summoned a massive airplane. Commercial, of course, with passengers on it. The plane fell out of the sky as people screamed, understanding all too well what was happening, but not knowing who was the immediate cause of such chaos. The man continued to try to grab Blair and bring her away but she wouldn't let him and screamed again, summoning a second plan not too long after the first, forcing its direction towards them both. The first plane hit one of the twin towers, causing it to start crumbling to the ground as hundreds attempted to escape.

Smoke and fire could be seen from miles away and news vans began circling. A second loud crash was heard as debris fell from the buildings, forcing the man to drop Blair in order to run for his life. Panicked, the abilities that caused such terror disappeared as quickly as they came, reverting back to nothing more than jewelry. She heard another man calling for her in the background and soon realized it was her father, so she turned and ran for him. He picked her up and ran with her to the garage where their car was with hopes of escaping. Luckily, they made it.

It had been so long since then. When news came out about what happened, they claimed it was due to some Middle Eastern terrorist organization. The terrorists admitted to it, for some reason, but Blair knew. Whether they realized what had happened or not, she knew what the truth was. It was all her fault. She was the reason the planes hit the Twin Towers that day. She never spoke up about it and chose to keep that terrible fact to herself, hoping to never have to relive the pain she felt and the fear she heard in her mother's voice as she frantically called her husband, hoping the two of them were okay.

Ultimately, they were. Despite everything that happened, their family was okay. Several others weren't so lucky, but their family was okay. Blair had to count her blessings and ultimately decided that this was for the best. If she could be selfish about anything, it would be the need to have her family with her again. Every year on Thanksgiving, she took the holiday very seriously and thanked whatever deity was listening for the time she had with her parents, even if her sister wasn't with them anymore. She would find Remina one day and bring her home anyway. That had been her wish for years.

On this day, though, she was especially thankful for her parents being able to see her. They'd come all the way from New Jersey just to spend two weeks with their daughter and she couldn't be happier about it. She smiled brightly as she set the table, hummed herself as she helped serve the food, and found that she couldn't hide the sadness when she looked at that one empty seat. It would be okay, though. She'd make it through just fine. They all would. This was a day for families, after all! She couldn't spend the time she had with them sulking over the past.

Actually, she wasn't going to be able to spend that much time with them anyway. As soon as they were about to bite into some of the turkey that Blair's mom so kindly baked for the three of them, Blair heard some screaming and eery gobbling off in the distance. Her eyes squinted with curiosity as she stood up from her seat, ignoring the calls from her parents. She walked over to the window and looked down at the street, noticing several massive turkey-looking Hollows attacking the public. Wide-eyed and nervous, she pivoted quickly on her heels and warned her parents to stay put.

"I have to go take care of something. It sounds like we have a bit of trouble and my work is telling me that I need to help deal with it."

Blair's parents thought she worked with the Public Safety Commission. They had no idea she actually worked for Xcution, and she definitely didn't get anything through a text or whatever that told her to go help the humans not get eaten by Hollows. She saw a potential threat and decided to act, hoping she wouldn't get in trouble for it later. At least for this case, she really hoped this good deed would go unpunished. She didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork that would be associated with breaking the rules, assuming there were rules to break.

Rushing outside, Blair soon realized that the turkeys had a bit of reinforcement. Their feathers looked hard as steel and their talons were impossibly long. Thankfully, she could tell early on that they were horrendously weak. Exercising a bit of her gravitational pressure, she found that all of the turkeys were crushed beneath the massive weight of her power. The citizens had all run away and were outside of her radius by that point which is the only reason why she even considered such a thing in the first place, but seeing the turkeys struggle for their lives was satisfying.

She could tell they were resisting, so she pressed harder, but they managed to stand up. Cracking her knuckles, Blair saw an opportunity to punch her way through these monsters since they wouldn't be able to match her strength anyway, regardless of how their feathers operated. They may be able to overpower a normal human, but Blair wasn't normal. She was a Fullbringer. She just wanted to avoid using her Fullbring as much as possible. So, with what knowledge she had of her other abilities, she continued pressing down on their bodies and moved quickly through the crowd of Hollows.

Several turkeys started jumping towards her, but she was quicker than they were. She easily dodged out of the way, thanking her lucky stars that they were so much weaker than she was. She knew she wasn't the strongest person in the world, but at least she was stronger than these creatures. Using Soul Command, she figured she would take a lesson out of Shizuka's book and yank a light pole out of the ground, using it to skewer three of the turkeys straight through their heads. The motion ripped the heads of two of them open before all three dropped to the ground, unable to move.

Two more came after her and she grabbed one around the neck, choking it into submission. While the feathers were tough, her grip was stronger. The turkey began making muffled noises as it stopped being able to breathe properly and Blair raised an eyebrow, surprised at how effective the move was. She was shocked that even ghosts needed some air. Perhaps there were things that happened after someone became a Hollow that made them still very close to living. With a shrug, she let go of the turkey and made sure it wouldn't get up. Within a few moments, it evaporated away and she laughed briefly with pride.

Another use of Soul Command lifted a small bit of earth from beneath the other turkey as she lifted it into the sky, then carefully removed the earth from under its talons. The turkey, not understanding what was going on, fell to the ground with a loud impact. The piece of earth that had shot it up into the sky changed shape until it looked like an upside-down spike, then slammed into the stomach of the turkey and twisted. The turkey bled and roared with anger, trying to look over in Blair's direction as she smirked, again proud of what she had done.

Though she only killed five, she did notice that other people started picking up on the issue and she ultimately decided to retreat for the moment. She had a holiday to spend with her parents and she didn't want to waste any more time. She felt that the little she did helped enough and wanted to make sure her family was taken care of before she threw herself into fighting anymore. After she spent a bit of time confirming there really were others fighting these things off, she quickly turned around and ran back to the lobby of her apartment building and headed straight for the elevator.

She hadn't wasted any time before and ran down the stairs, but she felt like taking her sweet time back to her unit. At least there wouldn't be anymore screaming since she didn't see any sign of other turkeys right next to her building, and she wasn't opposed to going back out after she'd eaten to work off some of the turkey. Actually... Blair wasn't sure she even wanted any of the turkey anymore. In fact, after fighting the ones that she did, she felt as if it were a bit rude to do such a thing. She felt like it was disrespecting the dead somehow. Or was it more disrespectful to not eat them?

"Sorry for the wait, guys. I was told I could be dismissed and spend dinner with you."

She took her seat once again and ignored the stares she got from her parents. What she didn't know was that they had gotten up from the table and watched as their daughter controlled parts of the world around her in such a way that turned street objects into weapons. They had no idea she was capable of such things but didn't want to bring it up since they were worried it would scare her away. For now, they decided it was best to leave it alone and enjoy the dinner. Blair just had to heat a few things up in the microwave first since she'd taken some time to get rid of a few pests.

[Taiyōkei Kuchiki]

Sweat dripped from Taiyōkei’s brow while jumping a few spaces back. He felt good that he was able to defeat seven of these things but he wasn’t sure he could defeat many more before he burnt all of his energy out. It was possible that the enemy’s forces were dwindling but it wasn’t evident in the physical battle. There was no way to gauge how many more were left. There was no indication that the relentless hollows would stop but they couldn’t keep coming forever, could they? There had to be some sort of limit.

He breathed as he heard Maharo’s voice. They were telling him that being surrounded would ultimately wear them down and they were right. Tai was feeling the effects of the battle even if he wasn’t keen on admitting that. That said, he wasn’t down yet. Call him stubborn if you will. Maharo suggested that Tai kept up the defense while they cut the amount of hollows down to a more manageable size. “Understood.” He held his zanpakuto tighter, knowing that if they were successful that it would become a more manageable group for them to fend off. The thing was, the hollows weren’t the type to allow you to get your plan off perfectly.

One of them charged Maharo but it got kicked right back into the group by an unorthodox stance. It wasn't taught at the academy. Well, it seemed to have worked so why even spend any time thinking about it? As Maharo dashed at the hollows, Tai used the time to recompose himself. The flurry of attacks Maharo sent the hollows way was enough to take out quite a bit of them. This wasn’t a time for Tai to get complacent though.

As more of these beasts appeared, he was ready to act again. He smiled and faced them, switching back to a single handed zanpakuto stance. “Ready to go?” He said softly while referring to his zanpakuto. While he didn’t know the name of his zanpakuto or ever spoke to it, he chose to this time. He didn’t expect to hear anything back and that was quite fine. “Let’s go!” He moved in and went for a clean cut which took down one of the gobblers. A second one charged him but he had already anticipated that it would do that and so he repositioned himself and spun around and horizontally slashed the turkey into two.

His total count was up to nine now. The third gobbler of the group moved in and started to push Tai back with its wings and feathers. As it swung its wings violently, he blocked each attempt while stepping back. When he saw the perfect time for a counter attack, he used his flash step and sliced the hollow into nothing. He hoped that there was an end to this. As much as he wanted action and experience, he also knew his limits and he wouldn’t mind it if the fight concluded soon. He took a deep breath and then looked up while holding his zanpakuto in a ready position.

[Munemasa Iroka]

Even if Iroka thought turkey riding looked cool, something was wrong with this whole situation. It would have been a rather hilarious thing to observe, if these turkeys weren't killing people. While it would have probably been informative to observe the turkeys a little further, Iroka knew that every moment of inactivity on her part meant the death of an extra person. And even though there were so many people responding to the turkey Hollow threat, it didn't seem enough. All hands had to be on deck to contain this situation.

A very important question which needed answering: where did they come from? Perhaps an even more important question was what they were doing in Karakura. Although they seemed to be existing like some random occurrence, Iroka was sure that Hollows did not just pop out from nowhere. Hollows were also just about as unique as the humans they were generated from. Having hundreds, if not thousands, of these things being of the same form was an anomaly in itself. An interesting quandary if ever there was one.

It did suggest that there was something, or someone, of greater magnitude of power at work behind the scenes. And it made Iroka wonder. While people were here, attending to the turkeys, who knew whether the mastermind behind all this was free to attack some place else, or work their evil designs, away from the scrutiny of those who would have stopped them? It made Iroka feel that the desire to restrain the turkeys, while a noble venture in itself, was ultimately a vain endeavor. But as there was nothing left to do than ensure the safety of the humans, Iroka set to doing that.

There were already enough people who were not only capable of killing turkeys, but in the process of doing so. Therefore, Iroka spent her time looking for injured survivors. It was not difficult to locate her first patient. He was lying on the ground, bleeding out with a huge gash to his shoulder, as his would-be murderer stood over him, lifting its beak as it made that nasty turkey sound, just before it would thrust down with its beak and finish him off. Iroka did not allow that to happen.

Using Shunpo, she covered the distance between herself and the bloodthirsty turkey. A single slash from her zanpakutō took its head clean off. Kneeling beside the man, she placed her hands over his wound, a green glow emanating as she closed up the injury. With her level of healing expertise, even though it was a major wound, Iroka was able to mend it in a matter of seconds, and even though the man was still unconscious, he was no longer in critical condition. He would eventually awaken, and feel horrible, but at least he would still be alive. and that was enough for him to be grateful for, she hoped.

Dragging the unconscious man out of the way, so that he would not be the result of some collateral damage, Iroka set to finding the next person to help. A voice scoffed in her mind. "Tch, you're too soft, Little Fish," Mushoku complained. "If you want to kill the Hollows, go ahead and kill them. Leave the weaklings to die. You obviously have better things to do with your time than save a bunch of irrelevant plebs. This is why you'll always be as weak as the small fry you always look out for."

"Don't be like that, Mu-mu-chan," Iroka replied in her mind to the voice of her inner Hollow. "Wouldn't you agree that strong people are those who can do what most others find difficult or impossible to do? If I can save lives when others can't, don't you think that's a form of strength in itself?" Mushoku scoffed again. "Well, keep enjoying yourself, Little Fish. When I take over your body finally, and you know that day is coming, it will be my turn to have fun. And I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just to see if you'll still be all rainbows and sunshine when I do."

Iroka didn't respond. She could sense the inner Hollow gloating, even as she found another injured person and began to heal them. "Cat caught your tongue, Little Fish? I was expecting you would retort with one of them idealistic platitudes. Are you scared, girl? You should be. Because you have no idea just how much pain I have in store for you. You can't realize just how much I want you to suffer. But that's okay, because I'll show you. I'll make sure you feel enough despair to make you grateful for oblivion when I devour your soul."

"Wow... all that hatred... that's so terrible," Iroka thought, as her inner Hollow laughed in maniacal glee. "I don't know why you are that full of malice, Mu-mu-chan, but I promise, I will try my best to bear that burden of hatred with you." The laughter stopped. "What?! Did they drop you on your head when you were born?" Mushoku asked, obviously irritated. "I think my head is fine, but your heart is not, Mu-mu-chan. And I won't rest until you learn to love and be content with life."

There was a disgusted sound from the inner Hollow. "We'll see whether you still have your lovey dovey messages when I rip the hearts of those you love out of their chests," came a malicious snarl, as Iroka disintegrated a turkey's head at range with a well-aimed Byakurai. "You do know that we'll both die if you do that, right?" Iroka suddenly asked the Hollow. "The only reason we'll die is because you're a weakling. But if I take over your body, you will realize just how strong I am. If you comply and let me take over your body, I will lessen your punishment."

"I refuse!" Iroka answered. "I will find my own strength, and get stronger. And I will help you to see that life is such a beautiful thing. Until then, you may not willingly hijack my body. I won't allow it."

"Oh, the Little Fish has a spine," Mushoku said with a dark laugh. "It's just a matter of time, silly girl... just a matter of time...."

[Date Maharo]

Even as the horde surrounding Taiyokei and Maharo shrank with every Hollow slew, the taller of the Shinigami was beginning to run out of steam. They did their best to not slow down, but doing so sacrificed the sharpness of their movements. More and more, the Hollow killed managed to slip past their defense before being taken care of. Their back had been raked by sharp talons, their arms both flayed by the sharp feathers of each target. They were pretty sure that their mask had gotten its paint scratched off in some parts. It was fine, though. They could always be bandaged up, and their mask could always be repainted.

This was how Maharo thought of their own life in a battle, similar to their mask. No matter how much damage they take, or paint is scraped away, as long as they aren't broken, they'll have time to be put back together. It was certainly flawed logic, but it was what came to mind when Maharo needed to push themselves through pain, bear their injuries, and just finish a fight. Their back, arms, chest, and shoulders had all been cut into, leaving their shihakusho torn and ragged above the waist. That didn't matter to them though, what mattered was the fact that they were still breathing. Arguably as important, however, their legs were more or less fine.

As a turkey charged Maharo, believing that they had been wounded badly enough to be felled by a single Hollow, the Shinigami dropped onto their back, almost appearing to have keeled over for a second. At the last moment, Maharo kicked the Hollow with both legs, sending the foolhardy monster flying with enough momentum to roll as it hit the ground. It struck a group of Hollow near Taiyokei, like a bowling ball knocking over every pin. It was comical but effective, to say the least. The first 'pin' it struck had died on impact while the rest fell over and scattered. Maharo returned to their feet with a quiet grunt, having left splotches of blood on the concrete from where their back had been injured. That surely hurt, but it didn't seem to bother Maharo all that much.

Slowly but surely, the waves of poultry that had crashed upon the duo of Shinigami began to wane. Whether because they had simply culled most of the horde in the area or because the Hollow had begun to understand that these two were more trouble than they were worth, who could say? There were fellow Shinigami all over the area, as well as several Fullbringers, Maharo figured. Surely, things would clear up as long as they and the Kuchiki did their part here. Still, it was a bit early for Maharo to breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, they once again roared as they slew another Hollow with a simple upward kick. It had thought Maharo would be an easy meal since they had been on their back just a moment ago. It was almost funny to Maharo, how dumb these things were.

With the swarm's numbers sufficiently thinned, Maharo returned to stand by Taiyokei as they had been when they had first engaged the original group of Hollow. Despite being bloodied and noticeably winded, the masked Shinigami still stood tall as they once more assumed the stance they had learned at the academy. "I apologize if you saw any of that." Maharo spoke, voice as steady and calm as before. "I know the methods I occasionally use are vulgar. They are simply a crutch for my shortcomings." Maharo was speaking to themselves as much as they were speaking to Taiyokei. It shamed Maharo to use the fighting style that they were clearly more adept with, believing that a real Shinigami should carry themselves with more pride. Sometimes though, the simple violence locked inside them was all they could rely on.

[Arcadus]

1. As Arcadus arrived in Karakura, he expecting a quiet and uneventful day, I was taken aback by the bizarre sight of turkeys wandering around the streets. City streets and even some perches on buildings were swarming with them, and as they walked the streets, Arcadus noticed that the streets were practically barren, the normally busy, or at least streets were, despite the humming of the lights and the buzz of people’s televisions and speakers.

2. These turkeys were unlike any hollows Arcadus had ever seen, strutting with an air of obliviousness as if they owned the place. They were huge, easily five feet tall and massively spiritual in power. Clearly hollows of some variety, Arcadus paced in a wide arc around them, They didn’t seem to notice him for quite some time, even as he crept closer and closer. Even scraping his claws on the ground, and tring to fluster them, Arcadus found them quite placcid creatures.

3. Deciding to investigate further, Arcadus approached one of the turkeys, only to find it surprisingly easy to catch. It didn’t flutter or squack as he threw himself at it, but seemed unaware of what was happening. As Arcadu brought his claws down on its neck, swinging to try and snap its neck if not decapitating it, Arcadus found it suprisingly pliable, and the neck bent like rotting wood in his paw. Throwing it to thte ground, Arcadus devoured the bird, feathers and all.

4. With a mix of confusion and curiosity, Arcadus decided to make a meal out of the unsuspecting birds, deeming it a too dumb s creature to not eat up its esesnce and see the soul matter put to better use. They weren’t exactly tasty, something akin to flavorless, if fililng jello. Another wandered out of a an alley, and as it too felt its neck bend and flex, Arcadus figured it was smart to drag it back into the alley to eat, it again not being very tasty, but somewhat filling and, for right now anything was better than being hungry.

5. Not long after devouring the turkey, Arcadus encountered another one, blissfully unaware of its imminent fate. However, Seeing the black robe of shinigami flicker around the corner, Arcadus decided better of it and hid, diving through the cement wall of the alley to hide. No duh, thousands of hollows flocking around Karakura, they were bound to show up. Who knows how many fullbringers would show up for this, it was something of an unprecedented event.

6. This strange cycle continued as I made my way through the city, encountering and dispatching these seemingly clueless birds one after another. As much as it was a problem, Arcadus wasn’t going to force himself. Another bird wandered through the wall, and Arcadus, worried that it may well start making noise as some of the others had out of nowhere, slammed its head against the wall after it solified, choking down the bird and moving outside on the other side of the building to try and find another hiding place.

7. Amidst the turkey slaughter, Arcadus couldn't help but notice the unusual abundance of shinigami patrolling the area. There were a LOT of them, and as Arcadus prowled, he stuck to the shadows. He was sure that while there wouldn’t be as much of a signiature, given that he was one of hundreds, maybe thousands of hollows in karakura. Making a stand would be idiotic, and trying to swipe a cadet even more so. Sticking to the alleys, Arcadus snapped another turkey neck and munched on it as he prowled for a place to hide. 

8. Arcadus remembered an old story he’d heard about Karakura, it had old bomb shelters scattered throughout the city, secure places deep in the earth, and while it wouldn’t protect him from spiritual threats, it would put distance between him and this looming legion of zanpakuto weilders, even if they were freshly dubbed from the anonymity of an aschui. They had disguised them as sewer entrances, the difference being marked with no holes in the manhole lids for the shelters.

9. Seeking refuge, Arcadus made his way towards an underground location, hoping to find safety from both the turkeys and the shinigami. There was one nearby if what he had remembered was true. Another turkey moved down the alley and as Arcadus absent mindedly swiped at it, it’s mindless movments proved difficult to follow and as the cat frustratedly waved his claws at the hollow, it finaly turned into one of his swipes. A boring snack, Arcadus found the metal lid he’d been seeking. 

10. Disloding the metal cap, Arcadus moved to pry it open, hooking his claws into the gap the lid had and wrenching up, unsure of what exactly he’d find under it. A very long tube, with a rusted away ladder, but smooth walls. Lowering himself in rear first, Arcadus pressed his paws and back against opposite walls, sliding down the tube down to what he assumed, and assumed correctly, was a kind of shelter. A concrete box, Arcadus figured getting out wouldn’t be impossible, given he could climb out, or simply Kumon out. Even here there was a turkey! What a joke. Well, a snack before a nap would be nice, and as Arcadus played with his food, batting it around, he considered what the hell he was actually doing here. Another tasteless swallow, and the jaguar hollow set his head down for a nice cat nap

Consumption x6 class 8 hollows

[Hoshi]

Hoshi was minding his own business. Deep in the depths of Xcution's series of basements he was doing what he always did, train. He needed to regain his capabilities that the hardware was locking away. And sadly, sheer determination alone wasn't going to get him where he wanted. He'd managed to brute force his way so far into stage 4 but something about stage 3 was being a colossal pain in the ass and it was hiding behind an "output limitation". Output limitation Hoshi's now very real and not cotton ass. Still, he wasn't making much progress and thus had hit a wall. He needed something more. . . real than a simulation. More potent. More direct. But the jobs had been for those more senior than him and certainly more power than him of late. Something he wasn't terribly fond of. Still, he kept his chin up and told himself that his turn was coming. Afterall, you have to save the best for last right? Right?

Well, little did he know that today was his lucky fucking day. An alarm went off and Hoshi immediately got up off the floor, body tense and his adrenaline spiking. "Attention all Xcution members. There is a swarm of . . . Turkey? Hollows? . . . . Are you kidding me? *sigh* There is a swarm of seemingly endless turkey hollows. All swords and lances are to assemble outside the Xcution building for a quick briefing of the situation before being sent into the fray. Despite how this may sound, this is not a joke and there has been damages caused throughout Karakura. Report to the entrance as soon as possible." Hoshi's eyes grew wide as he jumped into the air. "FUCK YEAH LET'S GO KILL SOME HOLLOWS! I'M GONNA BE THE FIRST ONE THERE SO HELP ME SHIZUKA!" And like that Hoshi was off running as fast as his legs would let him go.

Hoshi was not in fact the first one to the entrance. He was dead ass last. By the time he got to the front entrance of Xcution he was heaving as he'd run for a dead sprint 10 floors and had nearly run over at least 20 people in the process even managing to be yelled at by a leading scientist in the process. Still, he got into formation at the tail end and listened to the report with rapt attention. Huh. It really is turkey's, eh? Strange for hollows to be this spread out and so. . . . accidentally dangerous. Ah well, this just means I'm going to be the best at killing them all. And that's all there is to it. Just you wait I'm going to rack up the highest kill count. . . . I wonder if I can ask for a kill streak reward if I get over 20? Hmmm. . . The worst they can say is no right? As Hoshi continued his thoughts, he hadn't realized they'd all been dismissed until someone smacked him up the face and brought him out of his thoughts. A quick look around him revealed what happened.

"AH SHIT! DON'T WORRY GUYS I'M ON IT. I'M NOT CALLED STAR FOR NOTHING!!!" Hoshi immediately ran into Karakura but given he kept finding his allies spread throughout the city who were already fighting hollows Hoshi had to find somewhere that there were more turkeys at but that weren't being addressed by Xcution. His singular hand scratched and pulled at his hair as he ran around. "C'mon Hoshi we really gotta fucking find something to kill! Otherwise, our evals are going to be shit!" That's when he noticed a veritable swarm of the beasts were making their way to the park. Hoshi tilted his head as he kept running by it and seeing the vertiable swarm. Then he heard what sounded like the death throes of these turkeys one after the other. With a short duration between each clucking.

Hoshi, not seeing any of his allies around decided to run over and check out just what was going down and loe and behold he found a woman with what looked like an axe? Alright, alright, that's my kinda woman. Axes are so underappreciated nowadays. Sadly, they'll never stand up to my iron rebars since Kitai was so kind as to make them the fucking best weapon available. But regardless, she looks to be holding up well enough. The moment he thought that he saw her go down with the turkeys starting to come her way. He held his breath for a moment before he saw her rise back up and kill the sonuva bitch that tried to do her in. His smile grew wider as he watched and saw her finish the last of that group off before walking to the curb. She wasn't that far off and honestly? Hoshi was impressed.

Fullbringers were a dime a dozen in Xcution but she had something special going on. Well, if the axe said anything. As he walked up, he began to notice that there were several more turkeys, considerably more pissed off than the previous that were clucking and flapping their way over. Hoshi's smile widened considerably as he sprinted over to Scarlet. Though he wasn't intending to show off, he could tell she needed a break. And what better break than to watch his fucking INCREDIBLE powers be put on full display? Oh, he was so excited! He could even fulfill a seemingly anime classic of coming in clutch at the last second. Or perhaps that was more akin to Smash with the "A new rival appears!", he'd have to figure out which it was later. However, beyond his giddy childish excitement there was a subtle shift in his demeanor that betrayed a more battle capable fighter.

He'd need to make sure Scarlet actually took her time to relax. . . and to look away from him. The cost of being stunning was sometimes too much for most to pay. But in all seriousness, he had a thought about trying to recruit her. Maybe if he could show how capable they were? Eh, it'd be up to her, but he could at least ask later. When he finally reached her, he immediately lowered himself down to her level to look her in the eye. "Heya babe, so I know this is sudden BUUUUUT I need you to keep facing this direction. We've a lotta turkeys showing up and you look like you need five. So, I'm going to handle them for ya, but trust me your eyes will be much happier if you don't look in my direction. You'll see soon enough. Anywho, in case something happens, like I don't know, I get dragged away by turkeys or something, come find me at Xcution. The name's Hoshi, trust me, everyone knows me haha! Anywho keep taking five and I'll be done with these dummies in no time!"

As he stood up, he gave Scarlet a smile and then began to run past her as he pulled out two iron rebars from the back of his kimono and then began channelling reiatsu through his body. His body began to glow bright red and rapidly began to collapse onto itself with only his arms as the exception. With the collapse of his humanoid form, he continued to glow ever brighter and started radiating intense heat that began to light the grass, trash, and everything else flammable on fire. Meanwhile the concrete beneath him started to change in color as it heated up rapidly. As the turkey hollows before him continued to run towards him, unconcerned about his form they began to slow down as his central pill exploded out an intense shell of heat and reiatsu. This was quickly followed up with his arms becoming skeletal as plasma poured out from his pill and weaved itself into a pair of large arms. This was followed by a ribcage and torso, then by a pair of skeletal legs, and finally his head formed with nothing short of a demonic looking skull and a couple pairs of horns to boot. To make matters worse he nearly doubled the size of the chickens as he was now over nine feet tall. His rebars immediately became super-heated and glowed a bright cherry red as the concrete below him followed suit.

"ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME I GOT TO USE THIS FORM! COME AT ME YOU FUCKING AVIAN SHIT FOR BRAINS!"[/color] With another burst of reiatsu a spherical shell of reiatsu formed and began to brighten enough to be blinding as the world around him continued to heat up for up to 70 feet from him. This put Scarlet well within his range, but she'd find herself functionally immune and only recognizing a moderate increase in temperature. Hoshi would be lying if he said he noticed what exactly was her reaction and if she was looking. But he didn't hear running or screams so she was likely fine. The turkeys on the other hand didn't look so hot as Hoshi's aura was igniting their feathers. Their eyes began to grow wide as they were evidently tiring rapidly. "Can't stand the heat? Well why the FUCK are you in the kitchen then? OOOO I know why! You want to be cooked up for Thanksgiving! I should have known my bad! LEMME JUST COOK YOU UP UNTIL YOUR SKIN IS CRISPY!" Hoshi started running up to them with what could only be described as a manic smile on his now skeletal face. He was going to go beyond killing them. He'd reduce them to ash or beyond if he had the option.

Given he had no step techs to work with he simply ran up and using both rebars propelled his skeletal feet at the torso of the first turkey before him. His legs found some resistance upon impact but quickly found that he was burning and melting through that resistance at a rapid rate. Their once glorious feathers being destroyed, only made worse by the fact that his aura was still barreling down in heat against said turkey. Before Hoshi even got up said hollow was dead by heat stroke and then began to light itself aflame. Hoshi turned and looked at the next bird who saw what had happened and decided attacking was a good idea. He smacked the things head with his rebar and subsequently burned its face and feathers in the process. Then with a single stomp of his foot he superheated the floor beneath the turkey and a few of its allies. They rapidly started to sink into the melted concrete. Screams and clucking for mercy was heard almost immediately but Hoshi was already too into the fight to care. He simply walked forward and started slam his rebars into the heads of each turkey until they finally died of head injury, heat stroke, rapid onset of burns, or through their own desire to die.

Hoshi's laughing was deep and manic as he continued lighting up the park on fire by sheer proximity. He could only be thankful that there was basically only Scarlet here and these turkeys lest Shizuka might be mad at him for recklessly barreling in and just lighting up the place and possibly other people on fire. Lucky! Still, he had yet more turkeys to deal with as his literal shining presence continued to attract further avian enemy. He bellowed out a laugh and just kept running towards each and every turkey he could find. The next way coming from near Scarlet thus causing him to need to throw his rebars one after the other at the turkey's until they were dead on the ground. Thankfully he had much more significant physical force backing his attacks as well as their superheated nature. A couple of their heads were literally melted clean off while others were slammed with a rod through their mask and skull. Yet others found themselves tripped burned by the rebars returning to Hoshi, only to find their torso as the new placeholder for his weapon until he recalled them. Hell, occasionally Hoshi just straight up picked up a slab of concrete, superheated it, and threw the molten slag at the turkey hollows, melting them into a puddle. This was the only time he was noticeably cautious about Scarlet's proximity as he made sure to only throw slag at those far away from her.

Once that wave was dealt with, he turned around and looked around himself finding it a bit difficult to see with all the flames his reiatsu was producing. Still, it wasn't like he was all that affected by the flames. He was after all, literal plasma. Fire wasn't going to do shit to him. Note to self, make sure to find a company who will be rebuilding this park. The poor plants didn't really deserve this but there really wasn't much else I could do under the circumstances. *sigh* Looks like I'll have to do paperwork for another job on the side. Ugh. That shit sucks. With another glance around him it looked like the last wave of turkeys were done and yet more just seemingly popped out of nowhere. First from the flames around the park and then with some flapping from the sky. Hoshi was honestly pretty impressed by the pack's tenacity. Now if only they could just leave so he could be done with this. Still, he WAS looking for a high kill count and he DID kill 20 some odd turkeys . . . or was it 10. . . He wasn't actually certain. But that didn't matter! He was going to fucking slaughter these hollows. Programming or not, this was what he lived for.

Hoshi started by dealing with those turkeys flapping into the burning park by throwing his rebars up and into their wings. Once his rebars left his hands he immediately superheated the concrete again and started picking up two-to-three-foot orbs of slag and began throwing those into the sky. It was like playing baseball but instead of trying to not hit the batter, he was absolutely aiming for the batter. If only baseball worked this way instead, it was so much more fun! "C'mon c'mon c'mon!!! AH THERE IT IS! STEEEEERIKE!! BATTER OUT!" Turkey after turkey fell from the sky and into his bubbling plasma sphere, their clucking becoming infinitely more worried as they were starting to cook across their entire body, starting with their pesky feathers. As for those who were coming his way, it seemed like they'd gotten lost as his star was shining too bright for them to see through. Their feathers too were lighting themselves on fire, but they were all so determined to find and peck the shit out of Hoshi that they were stumbling around.

Hoshi chuckled at their attempts, finding it cute in the worst way possible. Since his rebars were currently impaled into a turkey somewhere he decided to get hands on with these overgrown chickens. Starting with the nearest one. He simply grabbed it by the neck and wrung it in a circle until he heard a satisfying snap. Only to then feel liquid and hear hissing sounds. He rolled his eye sockets as he then grabbed the turkey at its torso. With a couple spins he then launched it at another turkey who was roaming around the flaming hellscape. He heard a sickening crunch and immediately went over to verify the deaths of those two. The first was beyond dead. The second however, was barely there. It wasn't after Hoshi stomped on its head and heard hissing again. With a nod he then saw another two before him that were pecking at one another thinking the other was Hoshi. Hoshi immediately ran over and using both of his arms spread out, he pile drove them into the ground. Then grabbed each head and slammed them together for yet another disgusting crunching sound. Two more dead, he was definitely at 16 now, at a minimum. Which meant he had to be ahead of his peers now.

So too, is my property damage price tag. . . . C'est la vie. The last remaining turkeys were currently either being cooked alive by Hoshi's aura or were wandering around still. Hoshi figured that he'd likely done enough property damage for one day. Plus, he was starting to run low on his reiatsu reserves. Not his best show of restraint if he were honest. He called back his iron rebars and noticed they were definitely beginning to melt. "Shit. I gotta find Kitai and have him reforge these two. I can't have em melting on me like this. First though, lets finish off these turkeys and then check in on the fullbringer." With a nod to himself Hoshi decided the fun and games was over. He immediately ran to the last few standing turkeys and played whack a mole with them. Their heads being the mole and their bodies the machine. Needless to say. . . Hoshi won these games on the first hit. Their feathers had long since burnt off and their skin was nearly bursting from the intense heat they were enduring. By the time he slammed his rebars into their heads, it was practically a mercy killing. Three more down, and this left Hoshi with only one last section of turkeys to keep an eye out for. Those who'd fallen down.

Most of their bodies were also burnt and cooked as far as he could tell. But a closer inspection showed that two more, those who'd been impaled by his rebars had survived. He rolled his sockets again and simply jammed his rebars into their skulls and left their brains cook until he was certain they were dead. "Seriously guys, get with the program there! If the rebars impale you, then you die. That's it. You suffered far worse because you fought to live against them. Honestly, I feel bad for having to kill you two.[/font][/color] Another quick glance around and Hoshi saw that the entire park was on fire, the bodies were either ash, ashen, or otherwise turning to ash. With a last nod, he replaced his rebars on his back and walked towards Scarlet. All a part of a job well done. . . . That's a good pun all things considered. I'll have to write that down when I get back. . . Oh fuck. How AM I getting back? Goddamnit I have to find another coworker of mine. Ugh. Fuck me. Alright well after I have a last moment to chat with the fullbringer.

Hoshi walked over and sat down behind Scarlet though a good few feet away. He then cleared his throat, (how does a skeleton even do that?) and spoke up towards her. "Alright so good news, the turkeys are dead! Woot! Go me! Ehhhh. . . . However, there is uhhh. .. Just a wee bit. A tiny smidge of uhh. . . property damage. And uhhh . . . Well.. . . just maybe. MAYBE itsnotsmallbuttheentireparkthatisonfireandmelted. BUT ANYWAY THATS BESIDES THE POINT. We won! However things being what they are. . . well I have to leave. Asap. I can't stop this form so I'm kinda shit outta luck until it runs out and well, you don't know where I work so I can't ask you for help. BUT I wanted to remind you that you should definitely seek me out! I work at Xcution and my name is Hoshi! No last name, no middle name. Just Hoshi. I saw your fullbring earlier so I already know that we could be a great workplace for ya because we have all kinds of spiritual folk. Most are similar to you and human to boot!"

"Anywho though I do hope the next time we meet its under better circumstances. Well more I hope we do meet again. Hehe~ But yea, it's nice to meet ya and I hope we can talk later when I"m not a walking fire hazard. . . maybe even a biohazard. Hmm. I'll have to ponder that one. Anyway make sure you get checked out! Don't want any lingering injuries, trust me they suck!" Hoshi waved, then realized she likely couldn't see him and in fact SHOULDN'T see him. He awkwardly stopped waving and then rubbed the back of his skull before sighing to himself and got up. Once was standing he'd wait for a moment to give Scarlet a chance to speak to him and upon hearing anything or nothing after a couple mintues, he'd leave. He had to sprint after all, given his gigai was burnt to hell and back and he'd need not only a new one but a helper to get him to said body. One of the major drawbacks of being a mod soul and not having a real body of your own. Your own powers could, and in his case, DID harm him just as much as his enemies.

As he ran back towards the entrance of Xcution he started to see signs of his reiatsu running dry. Not something he was fond of but it was a necessary evil. If he could just make it a little closer he was certain he'd be found. Shizuka had many guards stationed around the building after all. And they all knew to look for a little green pill because there was only one dumbass who couldn't keep his gigai safe. So he kept running, accidentally causing a few more fires, some occasional property damage in the form of melting certain objects along the way. And already hearing his superior officer being more than a little upset at his idiocy. Mainly for not making things quick and not having a backup buddy when he was always going to need it. God he could already hear their voices. Goooooood not today I just hit like 25 kills! Or more!! I just want a bump in my paycheck after all! FUCK MEEE!

By the time Hoshi made it to the building his aura had faded, and his body was rapidly shrinking away as his reiatsu and heat dissipated. Before his skull broke away, he took in a breath, somehow(?), and yelled out to the building. "THIS IS HOSHI. I NEED A NEW GIGAI PLEASE! MY PILL IS AT THE ENTRANCE! PLEASE SOMEONE COME PICK ME UP BECAUSE I CAN'T MOVE MYSELF! Wait. . . I need to do it like the commercial. Idiot. *Ahem* HELP I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP! I NEED LIFE ALERT!" Before he could spew more nonsense Hoshi's form evaporated and his pill fell to the ground. Small, green, and lightly glowing with energy, while Hoshi in the meantime was grumbling inside his "mental" space. Aggravated he would be here likely for the next hour or so. Maybe less if someone heard him. It was all up to time and chance now. HIs two more annoying rivals and ones he very rarely won against. He could only hope he didn't have to wait for an eternity this time.[/font]

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{Reiatsu}-300 for Level 4 Power
-150 for superheating the ground (3x)
-750 for recalling his rebars (15x)

Total reiatsu spent: 1,200

1,500 - 1,200 = 300 remaining

[Kitai Yoru]

Colt 1,000 TP awarded
Akio Naito 1,000 TP awarded
Date Maharo 1,000 TP awarded
Ume Oboro 500 TP awarded
Addy Kuchiki 500 TP awarded
Munemasa Iroka 1,000 TP awarded
Taiyōkei Kuchiki 1,000 TP awarded
Nakajima Kimiko 1,000 TP awarded
Catty Noir ♦ 1,000 TP awarded
Mirim Frost 1,000 TP awarded
Impossible 1,000 TP awarded
Madelyn Fūrinji 1,000 TP awarded
Scarlet 1,000 TP awarded
“Mizu Tsuraiko" Orina 1,000 TP awarded plus 500 Consumption
Ghost Fenyx 250 TP awarded
Sylvanas Liskasha 250 awarded
Col Arana 750 TP awarded
Astrid Vess 1,000 TP awarded
Amare Mori 1,000 TP awarded
Blair Aldaine ❅ 1,000 TP awarded
Arcadus 500 TP awarded plus 300 Consumption
Hoshi 1,000 TP awarded