Post by Marcelius on Oct 7, 2013 7:18:47 GMT -5
(OoC: This thread is for the training and mastery of Mermar Bala. It is a solo thread, exclusive for Marcelius Despres.)
It was becoming more and more common, for Marcelius to venture into the world of the living. This was not reason for complaint or discourse, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Marc adored the world of the living. In that realm of humans and mortals, he could see the greatest expressions of fulfilled opportunity. Being given so little, over a life so short, and yet they could come to create so much and feel so deeply. They were are marvel, that was to say the least. His trips, however informative they might be, were never social calls. As a citizen of Las Noches, he placed a hefty pride on recruiting as many as he could to their collective. When scouring for Arrancar, who can not search Hueco Mundo.
Any Broken Masks who dwelled there, were already seeking out Las Noches...or had already subscribed to the ranks of their enemies. No, Hueco Mundo was not the ideal location for recruitment. In the living realm, Arrancar could find great sport and excitement. Challenging the various spiritual races that attempted to thrive both in, and with the human world, his kin could find a plethora of danger and thrills. This is what many of them lived for...given that all other pleasures begin to fade from the mind once one becomes a Hollow. Today his purpose was no different, he had come to examine the population and find suitable candidates. If he should take his time to do so, then he would also get to enjoy some time in this quite eventful landscape. There were no downsides.
Aside from the looming threat of being spotted by the opposing factions whom held interest in this world. Marcelius was crafty, and there were few in existence that could match his awareness. There would be no way for anyone to actually sneak up on him, but there was one flaw that crippled his otherwise impressive defense. Curiosity, the most damnable of all incentives. It can trick a wise man, and destroy a strong man. Marc was both of these, but four times as curious...so the numbers were against him there. It was not long into the day, that he did come across something of interest. It was a grouping of spiritual pressures, each of them far stronger than typical spiritually aware human. They were nearby, and quite frankly, far closer than any possible trace of Arrancar. Finding their exact location proved effortless. Marcelius might as well be a spiritual bloodhound. Once discovered the show could begin.
Taking a position nearby, masking his rather weak signature from them. It did not matter much, given that the discovered performers had not one sensor among them. So he sat, and watched, and he learned. This was a group of spiritually active humans, rather unheard of. A few moments of eavesdropping later and Marc had come to know these men and women by a title of sorts. They called themselves, Fullbringers. A strange moniker to say the least, and one that gave him a new starting point for deeper query. What exactly was a Fullbringer? He had never examined or met one before. Today was his semi-lucky day...as several had gathered all in one location. Mmm, there would not be any personal conversations one on one with this bunch. To make matters worse, he was not the only one interested in them.
The congregation of Fullbringers had a purpose, it would seem. Something to do with initiation and training. Oddly enough, their purposes were much like his own. Difference being, their manner of accomplishing their goal. Through observation, Marc grew aware of growing spiritual energy in the area as a whole. Hollows were coming, gathering to this location. Their combined power was making the atmosphere more dense, making it feel more like Hueco Mundo. Marc was sure this group of spiritual humans was aware of the approaching danger, he could sense unease stirring between them. They did not move however, no, this was a portion of their plan. Pretty soon, the first Hollow arrived.
It was large, and slow...it was foolish. As soon as it faded into sight, the posse was upon it. With six against one, it was not much a fight. Quickly it became clear, that they were not only waiting...but well trained. For a second before, Marcelius actually considered entering combat to try and even the odds. It was good for him, that he did not. The strategy the employed was merciless and efficient. Only one of them was needed to actually put down the infant Mask...but they were all given a time to practice their arts. It was their practice that Marcelius observed. Very, very closely. The way they moved. The powers they displayed. The techniques they utilized. There were Hollow hunters, who were not Shinigami...this was most unfortunate.
Soon after they finished their exercise, they began discussing what they had done. While the class compared notes and ideas, Marc did the same. He listened carefully to their discussions and debates. They had displayed only low level abilities, it would seem, but a common weakness already existed. Most of their abilities required a sudden and precise accumulation of Reiatsu. By focusing their pressure in one way or another, they could create stupendous effects. Morphing the strength of their bodies, among other nasty tricks. Each time however, there was a definite pooling of reiatsu. The Human's even confirmed his considerations, by mentioning the fatigue associated with each used ability. This was a point of exploit.
For these creatures were just humans, capable of amazing things...only through special tricks. Without those skills of theirs, they were far less dangerous. That is how he would fight them. If he ever had to, he would get them before they could make use of their abilities. It would not be easy, but it would be his first considered plan. Thinking of how he would do such a thing, presented him with very unpleasant scenarios. To prevent them from exploiting such dangerous talents, he would have to engage them fast, and close. If he went in, he limited his timeframe to think and plan. A wise, or crafty, opponent would simply wait for him to close the distance before utilizing their abilities. So then, what would be his counter to that?
A Bala or Cero perhaps, answer with his own tricks? That could work as a distraction, but might not often overpower some of his more rigid opponents. A straightforward attack was too simplistic, and did not have enough follow up. If it landed, they might be injured and the attack halted...or they might flinch and use their technique out of instinct. It was simply to risky, pain as a weapon too unreliable for his caution. Reiatsu. They prepared it before every single attack...and they were not the only race he had observed doing such a thing. There was also the Soul Reapers, with their Demonic Arts. The magic and spells they used to outsmart reckless brothers of his. These Fullbringers did the same...only faster and without the need for words. Reiatsu still linked them, a limb which remained forever exposed...for there was no weapon to sever it. But their reiatsu was visible, he could see them gathering and forming it. Of he could strike them with a Bala, then he could do the same with those more fluid of spiritual particles. The Bala would have to be reshaped, the density cut reduced. Designed to strike a less gathered target, air instead of earth, it would need to respond differently.
Upon impact, instead of a precise point of explosive energy, it would have to burst as widely as possible. The further the energy dispersed, the more reiatsu it could push away. Having left the humans behind, he formed a Bala in his hands. In truth, it took little effort at all. Warping the fabric and design of Cero and Bala was becoming quite the common trick for him. The end result was a small orb of reiatsu, humming faintly with a vacuous pocket at it's core. When contact was made, with anything, the thin membrane would pop...the gathered pressure would force away all other groupings of energy nearby. It was Chemistry, a simple distortion of energy. This analysis was not his, it was borrowed from memories lingering within him. Still, he knew to feel proud of what he accomplished...and now he was to set out and make it even better. Pretty soon, all Arrancar could learn this technique, and be safer as a whole.
It was becoming more and more common, for Marcelius to venture into the world of the living. This was not reason for complaint or discourse, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Marc adored the world of the living. In that realm of humans and mortals, he could see the greatest expressions of fulfilled opportunity. Being given so little, over a life so short, and yet they could come to create so much and feel so deeply. They were are marvel, that was to say the least. His trips, however informative they might be, were never social calls. As a citizen of Las Noches, he placed a hefty pride on recruiting as many as he could to their collective. When scouring for Arrancar, who can not search Hueco Mundo.
Any Broken Masks who dwelled there, were already seeking out Las Noches...or had already subscribed to the ranks of their enemies. No, Hueco Mundo was not the ideal location for recruitment. In the living realm, Arrancar could find great sport and excitement. Challenging the various spiritual races that attempted to thrive both in, and with the human world, his kin could find a plethora of danger and thrills. This is what many of them lived for...given that all other pleasures begin to fade from the mind once one becomes a Hollow. Today his purpose was no different, he had come to examine the population and find suitable candidates. If he should take his time to do so, then he would also get to enjoy some time in this quite eventful landscape. There were no downsides.
Aside from the looming threat of being spotted by the opposing factions whom held interest in this world. Marcelius was crafty, and there were few in existence that could match his awareness. There would be no way for anyone to actually sneak up on him, but there was one flaw that crippled his otherwise impressive defense. Curiosity, the most damnable of all incentives. It can trick a wise man, and destroy a strong man. Marc was both of these, but four times as curious...so the numbers were against him there. It was not long into the day, that he did come across something of interest. It was a grouping of spiritual pressures, each of them far stronger than typical spiritually aware human. They were nearby, and quite frankly, far closer than any possible trace of Arrancar. Finding their exact location proved effortless. Marcelius might as well be a spiritual bloodhound. Once discovered the show could begin.
Taking a position nearby, masking his rather weak signature from them. It did not matter much, given that the discovered performers had not one sensor among them. So he sat, and watched, and he learned. This was a group of spiritually active humans, rather unheard of. A few moments of eavesdropping later and Marc had come to know these men and women by a title of sorts. They called themselves, Fullbringers. A strange moniker to say the least, and one that gave him a new starting point for deeper query. What exactly was a Fullbringer? He had never examined or met one before. Today was his semi-lucky day...as several had gathered all in one location. Mmm, there would not be any personal conversations one on one with this bunch. To make matters worse, he was not the only one interested in them.
The congregation of Fullbringers had a purpose, it would seem. Something to do with initiation and training. Oddly enough, their purposes were much like his own. Difference being, their manner of accomplishing their goal. Through observation, Marc grew aware of growing spiritual energy in the area as a whole. Hollows were coming, gathering to this location. Their combined power was making the atmosphere more dense, making it feel more like Hueco Mundo. Marc was sure this group of spiritual humans was aware of the approaching danger, he could sense unease stirring between them. They did not move however, no, this was a portion of their plan. Pretty soon, the first Hollow arrived.
It was large, and slow...it was foolish. As soon as it faded into sight, the posse was upon it. With six against one, it was not much a fight. Quickly it became clear, that they were not only waiting...but well trained. For a second before, Marcelius actually considered entering combat to try and even the odds. It was good for him, that he did not. The strategy the employed was merciless and efficient. Only one of them was needed to actually put down the infant Mask...but they were all given a time to practice their arts. It was their practice that Marcelius observed. Very, very closely. The way they moved. The powers they displayed. The techniques they utilized. There were Hollow hunters, who were not Shinigami...this was most unfortunate.
Soon after they finished their exercise, they began discussing what they had done. While the class compared notes and ideas, Marc did the same. He listened carefully to their discussions and debates. They had displayed only low level abilities, it would seem, but a common weakness already existed. Most of their abilities required a sudden and precise accumulation of Reiatsu. By focusing their pressure in one way or another, they could create stupendous effects. Morphing the strength of their bodies, among other nasty tricks. Each time however, there was a definite pooling of reiatsu. The Human's even confirmed his considerations, by mentioning the fatigue associated with each used ability. This was a point of exploit.
For these creatures were just humans, capable of amazing things...only through special tricks. Without those skills of theirs, they were far less dangerous. That is how he would fight them. If he ever had to, he would get them before they could make use of their abilities. It would not be easy, but it would be his first considered plan. Thinking of how he would do such a thing, presented him with very unpleasant scenarios. To prevent them from exploiting such dangerous talents, he would have to engage them fast, and close. If he went in, he limited his timeframe to think and plan. A wise, or crafty, opponent would simply wait for him to close the distance before utilizing their abilities. So then, what would be his counter to that?
A Bala or Cero perhaps, answer with his own tricks? That could work as a distraction, but might not often overpower some of his more rigid opponents. A straightforward attack was too simplistic, and did not have enough follow up. If it landed, they might be injured and the attack halted...or they might flinch and use their technique out of instinct. It was simply to risky, pain as a weapon too unreliable for his caution. Reiatsu. They prepared it before every single attack...and they were not the only race he had observed doing such a thing. There was also the Soul Reapers, with their Demonic Arts. The magic and spells they used to outsmart reckless brothers of his. These Fullbringers did the same...only faster and without the need for words. Reiatsu still linked them, a limb which remained forever exposed...for there was no weapon to sever it. But their reiatsu was visible, he could see them gathering and forming it. Of he could strike them with a Bala, then he could do the same with those more fluid of spiritual particles. The Bala would have to be reshaped, the density cut reduced. Designed to strike a less gathered target, air instead of earth, it would need to respond differently.
Upon impact, instead of a precise point of explosive energy, it would have to burst as widely as possible. The further the energy dispersed, the more reiatsu it could push away. Having left the humans behind, he formed a Bala in his hands. In truth, it took little effort at all. Warping the fabric and design of Cero and Bala was becoming quite the common trick for him. The end result was a small orb of reiatsu, humming faintly with a vacuous pocket at it's core. When contact was made, with anything, the thin membrane would pop...the gathered pressure would force away all other groupings of energy nearby. It was Chemistry, a simple distortion of energy. This analysis was not his, it was borrowed from memories lingering within him. Still, he knew to feel proud of what he accomplished...and now he was to set out and make it even better. Pretty soon, all Arrancar could learn this technique, and be safer as a whole.
