Post by Zou ۞ on Sept 17, 2012 13:35:30 GMT -5
The spider suddenly split apart, and the pieces floated around and moved away, surrounding the area and then gathering behind Kyomei. The fire was dodged, the distance was roughly four or five meters. The spider instantly reassembled, and in an instant from its abdomen it released something. An enormous, flexible metal type webbing was released! Black in color, if Kyomei could not dodge it would slam into him, and stick to the floor with him underneath, where he would be trapped. On top of that, it seemed to resist the heat surrounding his body, or perhaps even conduct it. It seemed it wasn't hot enough to melt the webbing, which in that case would simply burn Kyomei in every area by which it pressed against his skin. Dodging would be simple. What wasn't simple was what came next.
Whether or not Kyomei dodged was irrelevant, for the spider then appeared a few meters in front of him. And, from its headless torso, a head began to grow out. It took form then, in front of him, a face which would greatly disturb him. It was the face of one he knew from Soul Society. Yet another person he'd known, this one from his academy days. Kyosuke. A student he had met and been rivals with during his academy days. The face was contorted in agony, as if it were melting in on itself. And the eyes were blank regardless, for Kyosuke had been blind. His eyes gazed out sightlessly and saw nothing, and his mouth hung open as blood began to drip out. He was staring at Kyomei. His mouth began to move.
"Kyo....mei...." he rasped in a sluggish voice that dragged its way across the room and filled it with an atmosphere of horror. "Kyo....mei....He....lp.......me......." The voice continued to groan and slide. And the moaning and groaning did not cease as blood began to drip continuously from the mouth. What was Kyomei to do? If this was really his friend from that time, could he afford to cut him down? This was a predicament of which he would be uncertain. Kyosuke had indeed gone missing in the world of the living a few months prior, but at that time a powerful beast-like hollow had been discovered, and it had been assumed that Kyosuke was killed or devoured by it. The truth had been far worse.
"Kyo...mei..." Kyosuke rasped. "Kyo...mei..." And he did not stop rasping these words. He did not stop at all. It was difficult to imagine Kyomei recovering from the initial shock on time to fully dodge what happened next, this being the spider shooting another web at him, and then launching one of its legs at him. The leg extended, and it was sharp. As it approached, it became clear that it planned on stabbing him in the chest. "Kyo...mei..." the spider continued to rasp regardless. Things, as it seemed, were very complicated. Seeing as neither Hokori nor Kubi had known Kyosuke as Kyomei had, only Kyomei would truly recognize the horror of these things. However, this was not without saying that things weren't difficult on Hokori and Kubi's sides too.
Below them, the Shinigami woman that Kubi knew looked up. Her eyes saw and recognized him even as he hid in the shadows. For a second, if he was watching, he'd see hope fill her eyes, before they again widened in horror as a larger, fatter man came, and began to rape her. "KUBI!" she screamed. "HELP US! KUUUBIIII!!! PLEASE! HELP!" Her voice was at the point of breaking as she screamed and was raped down below. It was at that point that the men began to lift her into odd positions for rape, opening her legs into the splits. But, their intent soon became clear. One of them began making an incision across her thigh with a scalpel, arguably a skilled maneuver to perform while she was being raped on all sides.
And then, with a black gloved hand, he began to draw out a fine yellow reiatsu from her, and in turn it began to turn black bit by bit. Other surgeons were starting to make incisions into the palms of the males as they continued to be raped as well, opening them up. Reiatsu began flowing out of all of the rape victims, drawn by the gloves. From the women, the reiatsu flowed into the eyes. From the men, into their palms. And at that time, the surgeons began to attempt to cut out the eyes of the females. But it didn't work. With one last agonizing look, Hana looked up at Kubi, directly into his eyes whether he wanted or chose to look back or not. Somehow, something in the room perhaps forced his head down if he did not look on his own. He could be compelled to see her eyes, black where they should be white, desperate and filled with pain, gold where any other color should exist. The eyes of a hollow.
And then, with that last look, she was gone. All of the victims down below suddenly exploded. Blood and guts rained across the room and filled it, and nothing was left. The surgeons and rapists were left standing in that room. There was brief discussion down below, and then they began to file out, leaving the blood and guts in the room, uncleaned. One eyeball was still present. It was Hana's. It had been turned to glass somehow. It began to crack, and then it shattered. Whatever had happened, this was truly a horrible place to be. They had potentially known that the Shinigami were coming. And they had prepared not only a base without guards, but a base with intense psychological torture to get to them. These were truly sadistic demons that ran this place.
Hokori, as he was running around the minotaur, would find that it simply stomped as he went in for the cut. It had about an average amount of time and speed, and while he was running it lifted its leg and stomped. As he got there and his blade made a small nick, which noticeably drew no form of blood at all, only opened it up slightly to reveal slight circuitry, he'd find an immense blast of air knock him away. He'd be blasted, having been close and in the process of trying to cut. And he'd find that he was blasted against a wall, where potentially he'd feel a crack of pain. It would hurt, and leave bruises. The air blast would even reach out to Kubi, who, potentially too distracted to react, might also get hit and blown against the wall and bruised.
Either way, the minotaur then looked at Hokori, and began to run towards him. It was much slower than he was, but regardless it ran, brandishing its mighty battle axe. The thing was far too strong physically to take a hit from. Luckily, avoiding hits wouldn't be too difficult. As it was, these enemies were not terribly strong. They were clearly not meant to dispatch any of the three Shinigami, or even weaken them a little bit. No, they had been made with the purest intent and purpose of slowing down the Shinigami, and keeping them in this room to watch the psychological trauma which would haunt their nightmares for many years after. And yet, even despite that, the Shinigami would find more. The worst had yet to come.
Whether or not Kyomei dodged was irrelevant, for the spider then appeared a few meters in front of him. And, from its headless torso, a head began to grow out. It took form then, in front of him, a face which would greatly disturb him. It was the face of one he knew from Soul Society. Yet another person he'd known, this one from his academy days. Kyosuke. A student he had met and been rivals with during his academy days. The face was contorted in agony, as if it were melting in on itself. And the eyes were blank regardless, for Kyosuke had been blind. His eyes gazed out sightlessly and saw nothing, and his mouth hung open as blood began to drip out. He was staring at Kyomei. His mouth began to move.
"Kyo....mei...." he rasped in a sluggish voice that dragged its way across the room and filled it with an atmosphere of horror. "Kyo....mei....He....lp.......me......." The voice continued to groan and slide. And the moaning and groaning did not cease as blood began to drip continuously from the mouth. What was Kyomei to do? If this was really his friend from that time, could he afford to cut him down? This was a predicament of which he would be uncertain. Kyosuke had indeed gone missing in the world of the living a few months prior, but at that time a powerful beast-like hollow had been discovered, and it had been assumed that Kyosuke was killed or devoured by it. The truth had been far worse.
"Kyo...mei..." Kyosuke rasped. "Kyo...mei..." And he did not stop rasping these words. He did not stop at all. It was difficult to imagine Kyomei recovering from the initial shock on time to fully dodge what happened next, this being the spider shooting another web at him, and then launching one of its legs at him. The leg extended, and it was sharp. As it approached, it became clear that it planned on stabbing him in the chest. "Kyo...mei..." the spider continued to rasp regardless. Things, as it seemed, were very complicated. Seeing as neither Hokori nor Kubi had known Kyosuke as Kyomei had, only Kyomei would truly recognize the horror of these things. However, this was not without saying that things weren't difficult on Hokori and Kubi's sides too.
Below them, the Shinigami woman that Kubi knew looked up. Her eyes saw and recognized him even as he hid in the shadows. For a second, if he was watching, he'd see hope fill her eyes, before they again widened in horror as a larger, fatter man came, and began to rape her. "KUBI!" she screamed. "HELP US! KUUUBIIII!!! PLEASE! HELP!" Her voice was at the point of breaking as she screamed and was raped down below. It was at that point that the men began to lift her into odd positions for rape, opening her legs into the splits. But, their intent soon became clear. One of them began making an incision across her thigh with a scalpel, arguably a skilled maneuver to perform while she was being raped on all sides.
And then, with a black gloved hand, he began to draw out a fine yellow reiatsu from her, and in turn it began to turn black bit by bit. Other surgeons were starting to make incisions into the palms of the males as they continued to be raped as well, opening them up. Reiatsu began flowing out of all of the rape victims, drawn by the gloves. From the women, the reiatsu flowed into the eyes. From the men, into their palms. And at that time, the surgeons began to attempt to cut out the eyes of the females. But it didn't work. With one last agonizing look, Hana looked up at Kubi, directly into his eyes whether he wanted or chose to look back or not. Somehow, something in the room perhaps forced his head down if he did not look on his own. He could be compelled to see her eyes, black where they should be white, desperate and filled with pain, gold where any other color should exist. The eyes of a hollow.
And then, with that last look, she was gone. All of the victims down below suddenly exploded. Blood and guts rained across the room and filled it, and nothing was left. The surgeons and rapists were left standing in that room. There was brief discussion down below, and then they began to file out, leaving the blood and guts in the room, uncleaned. One eyeball was still present. It was Hana's. It had been turned to glass somehow. It began to crack, and then it shattered. Whatever had happened, this was truly a horrible place to be. They had potentially known that the Shinigami were coming. And they had prepared not only a base without guards, but a base with intense psychological torture to get to them. These were truly sadistic demons that ran this place.
Hokori, as he was running around the minotaur, would find that it simply stomped as he went in for the cut. It had about an average amount of time and speed, and while he was running it lifted its leg and stomped. As he got there and his blade made a small nick, which noticeably drew no form of blood at all, only opened it up slightly to reveal slight circuitry, he'd find an immense blast of air knock him away. He'd be blasted, having been close and in the process of trying to cut. And he'd find that he was blasted against a wall, where potentially he'd feel a crack of pain. It would hurt, and leave bruises. The air blast would even reach out to Kubi, who, potentially too distracted to react, might also get hit and blown against the wall and bruised.
Either way, the minotaur then looked at Hokori, and began to run towards him. It was much slower than he was, but regardless it ran, brandishing its mighty battle axe. The thing was far too strong physically to take a hit from. Luckily, avoiding hits wouldn't be too difficult. As it was, these enemies were not terribly strong. They were clearly not meant to dispatch any of the three Shinigami, or even weaken them a little bit. No, they had been made with the purest intent and purpose of slowing down the Shinigami, and keeping them in this room to watch the psychological trauma which would haunt their nightmares for many years after. And yet, even despite that, the Shinigami would find more. The worst had yet to come.