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Post by Tsajara Dread on Jul 6, 2014 1:27:59 GMT -5
Training CTP
It wasn't that Tsej enjoyed violence. Really she didn't think it was.....necessary, or fun, or amazing, or totally awesome. It was...necessary. Did she HAVE to tear arms off of her victims and make furniture out of them? Of course not, but then what would she sit on? Did she NEED to chase down her prey to enjoy the feeling of them running for their lives? OF COURSE not, she was as nice as anyone else she knew, and that was alot of corpses, who most certainly were very silent and rude. Not that corpses could be rude, but she was offended by their silence regardless, horrible conversationalists.
The bodies certainly weren't helping with her mood, and frankly she was getting a bit bored. Hollows had a certain.....meh to them that simply didn't seem to be satisfying her. As strong or cunning as they were she didn't feel challenged or threatened. At most she felt that perhaps she might have a few scratches, but for the most part there wasn't really anything to worry about. At the very least it simply meant that well...she needed to find something more...dangerous to square off against, hopefully something that would provide a wealth of benefit to herself, and perhaps even start a reputation for herself that would keep weaker hollows away from her.
It certainly seemed like a sound plan, seeing as she probably was going to attract that kind of attention anyway. And if she could get something out of it, all she had to do was be...well a lot less obvious about her actions. Though as a hunter it would be a bit against her nature to make a ruckus....AHAHAHAAHHA for fuck's sake she couldn't even think it without cracking a smirk. Well at least it'd be easy as rat shit to do. Her attention drifted ever-so-playfully to a group of gillian that would be the perfect start to just such a ruckus.
Admittedly she was fresh out of another fight, so picking another one wasn't the smartest to do so soon after her encounter with the mob of gillian she'd tumbled with last time, resulting in a feeding frenzy of epic proportions. Of course, if she killed multiple gillian then it would cause even more trouble would it not? Of course that was indeed the planio. Make as ig a goddamn scene as possible and see if she could get herself some street cred with the local badasses. Sure Las Noches was above ground, but baby steps she supposed. If worse came to worse she could always lure a group of the gillian out into the surface and have them stampede some of the adjuchas. It could certainly be fun.
Post by Tsajara Dread on Jul 9, 2014 5:26:15 GMT -5
Training for CTP
The Decision to find.....assistance, in the Arrancar of Las Noches was something she wasn't entirely sure was the best of ideas. Especially considering the track record of...well...being attacked by arrancar. But to be perfectly fair it was not as though she had been attacked repeatedly, the incident had been quite isolated and well, she didn't even know if they were like that in general, but certainly the hollows in the forest had given her a bit of a jump. Ain't nobody have time for THAT shit. And she certainly wasn't going to wait around for them to come at her with pitchforks and cero aplenty, ready to find her, bind her down and drag her off to goodness knows where in order to make sure she died wherever she stuck her head out. No siree.
Sighing softly, she rubbed the back of her head and stretched out her arms as she, for once, stood resolute and firm upon the ground of the forest. As it would no longer be a simple sneak around from one place to the next. She had no intention of running or backing down, or in any case making it anything other than well-known that she was marching her keister to Las Noches. At the very least it would let the group after her know that she had every intention of leaving the forest however.....well....possibly temporarily, she still had no idea what Las Noches was like and for all she knew it was some sort of prison that held the slum and scum of Las Noches within it's murky dark bowes.
In the back of her mind she began to imagine that it would be quite the endeavor, and possibly even a beautiful haven. Before she even knew it she was walking, on her way ahead. And unlike before this wasn't just about becoming stronger. It was about taking a chance. Solitude had it's.........perks? It was a very lonely thing to be alone, and an even harder thing to be away from not only the graces of others, but to surround yourself with a far more barbaric crowd. Not that she was much one to talk about being a bit barbaric. She had some zest to her combat style after all, if zest is what you would call a brutal and aggressive habit of ripping masks and jaws out.
But that was a bit beside the point, the real focus of her actions mainly being that she was very intent on not just going to las noches, but finding out if it was a place she could settle down at. Fine solace and perhaps even join them. It was an unusual place no doubt, anyone with a set of eyes could see it standing a silent sentinel to the rest of the desert, giving only the occasional horrendous roar of spiritual pressure as fights occurred within it's confines. The stories weren't there without reason, the place was a bevy of powerful and highly influential beings, beings who could be her soon-to-be brothers and sisters.
The thought alone of being around others of her kind made her excited, so much so that she was actually smiling when she saw that massive herd of Gillian, that made her stop in her tracks to assess the situation. That was another.....side effect, of Las Noches. The incredible spiritual pressure alone was just smothering, and as such it attracted many of the gillian one found in the forest, making the area near Las Noches in the forest rather dangerous in it's own way. Not only that but supposedly the reishi were so dense in the area that the gillian were mutatious and abnormally strong. A deterrent but also a testament to how worth it a visit to the place would prove to be.
Taking a deep breath she drew her sword and faced that tremendous amount of gillian alone, on the ground. With any sort of luck she might just...pass herself right through the feet of the monsters, avoiding being stepped on, and that'd be the end of it. So long as she wasn't spotted it'd be perfectly fine right? She certainly hoped so as being crushed underfoot was hardly the way she wanted to end her life in this horrid, backwater place. Not that she thought it dreary. Which it was, but that wasn't her point for the time being. She could worry herself about the details of her surroundings later, you know, when it was stomping, screeching, and in a general sense of the term, trying to eat her goddamn face off and spit it back at her feet.
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her spiritual pressure, drawing her zanpaku'to as she put on a brave face and began making her way into the jungle of feet that was the gillian crowd she had so perilously chosen to dive into, her heart pounding at the very notion of what a mistake would cost her as she made her way through, causing her to tense, sharpen her senses, and quite generally, make sure that she was incredibly aware of her surroundings. The fact of the matter being that this place she was in was by no means anything that was going to be a "walk in the park." Not that a park full of gillian feet would not be incredibly amusing and dangerous, it'd probably have a release form to sign just to breathe there.
But danger aside, it was as if the activities of the past few days were all leading up to this moment, this trial of hers that would get her through the masses of gillian and into the realm of Las Noches. At the very least it would be worth it to go the distance. Her entire body felt as though it were about to break out into a cold sweat. As the enormous shoed feet around her shuffled about aimlessly, searching for food in a mass of it's own kind. The only sort of feeding would likely be on her, or if one of them misstepped and caused the entire group to go into a rampage, a very real possibility that would no doubt cause a massive riot and likely a squishing for her. By no means anything that would count as pleasant for her, and even less so if it happened so soon into her journey.
The pace of her journey began to worry her, with the bodies so tall above her, and the unfortunate effect of being able to see up the gilian's cloaks, she had the startlingly alarming misfortune that she could not rise up those heights of bodies in order to see how far it was she had progressed. Stupid, bumbling, dim-witted behemoths they may be, but even gillian would spot her if she suddenly started zipping around their faces. no matter how dull a set of eyes were, they were still dangerous if there were hundreds f them looking specifically for you. Well, perhaps not specifically, it would be rather ironic if this particular herd were looking for her in particular, and something she sincerely did not want to think about, especially when she was underneath them.
But really, this heavy restriction of vision made it all the more...challenging, and perhaps indeed improving on her part, having to rely on her ability to sense energy, however limitedly, as well as her own basic senses in order to determine her location. It occurred to her that indeed there might be a very simple, logical way for her to ascertain her location without the need to go so recklessly up into the heights of gillian masks and teeth and risk a cero up her ass because she wanted to see if she was there yet, and undoubtedly she most likely would not be for some time, especially considering the fact that, if possible, she would very much like to avoid re-instating contact with that crazy ass group going after her.
Instead, she simply began to deduce that as they got closer to Las noches, the density of gillian would increase, and as such she would be able to tell, in a round-about way, about how close she was, as well as the direction to get to, to las noches, without having to resort to visual confirmation on her part. It was a sound plan for sure, and if las noches truly was the wellspring of spiritual energy that it was claimed to be, then undoubtedly it would be a very simple matter to follow this logic and make her way toward her destination. As safely as one could....well...hope for with her limited abilities and powers. Even for an arrancar while she had some level of skill in hand-to-hand combat, she was terribly restricted.
The fact that her techniques were almost completely melee was something that was a considerable concern to her, considering the fact that for all intents and purposes, she was all but crippled as an arrancar. Let alone the fact that she had other worries such as sheer numbers and powerful attacks stacked against her, but really she was gimped when it came to reiryoku based attacks. Indeed her range was terribly shortened and when it came to doing anything other than manually tearing into her enemies she was simply not up to the task of dispatching them in such a suitable manner without some level of danger on her part, considering her all but absent hierro and lackluster ability to manipulate her internal reishi.
She certainly didn't consider herself weak, quite to the contrary she felt that at the very least she had a considerable wealth of experience, that simply was momentarily un-supported by any sort of utility kit when it came to combat. She remembered, and fondly so, of the days when she did indeed possess a wealth of techniques, and the techs themselves were almost as fresh in her mind as the last five minutes of her life. But the incredible weakness of her current body was something glaringly obvious, and she was more than certain that trying the techniques without growing stronger would destroy her body and wreck her even further than being eaten had done to this rather detrimented body of hers. Not a particularly happy thought, but a reality none the less.
Her thoughts were so wound up in the semantics and details of her own weakness and improportional experience that she forgot her surroundings for a brief moment, and carelessly, bumped into the foot of a nearby gillian, and in doing so, the air above her was suddenly alive with the loud, surprised screams of the gillian that shook and shuddered the ground beneath her as she suddenly realized that with one fell swoop she had completely and utterly just fucked herself. The massive hulks, previously content and peaceful, almost like a massive group of corpses or statues that young human children would put silly string and feces on, were now very much alive, and aware that something was in their midst, and no doubt she was in serious danger so long as she remained in her current position, which soon became glaringly obvious when those feet started moving more frequently.
Dashing through an ocean of stomping, flailing, panicked feet was not something she thought would ever be any sort f nightmare on her part, but when 40 story behemoths surrounding you suddenly felt something stirr along their foot they hardly stood still, and her world was suddenly VERY full of feet, and in the back of her mind, a soft, annoying voice blurted out. Alllriiiight~" in a fashion she could only possibly discern as a surge of arousal. Why on earth had she ever allowed herself to be eaten by a goddamn gillian, the issue of internal voices in her mind were something that had plagued her, and apparently, it was only going to get worse.
Her internal irritations however were jarred from her mind as one particularly close foot stomped down, very nearly crushing her into the floor, and causing her to break into a mad sprint. Her lungs inflating to capacity, her muscles suddenly tapping into stored of fat in order to propel her as quickly as possible through the maze of stomping feet all around her that quite frankly she suddenly wished she didn't have to both avoid, and pay attention to the frequency of, so that she knew she was going in the right direction, because quite frankly, this was still the low road when it came to her current situation's list of options.
While the stomping feet were certainly terrifying and dangerous, making her way up to the heads of the gillian would only make the situation insanely worse. Let alone the fact that she would be in direct lie of sight of the monsters and rather than random stomping she'd have teeth actively trying to snag and eat her, was the fact that the idiotic monsters would no doubt start ceroing at her, which would not be an issue if it were not for the insane range and destructive force of a cero, but also the fact that they'd probably start blowing each others heads off. Which sounded very much like a good short-term solution, but really, considering the number and density of the gillian, starting a blood frenzy of such proportions would have a pretty insane effect on the forest as a whole.
The idea alone of having every menos in the area coming in her direction was bad enough, but no doubt they'd turn on each other, and having to scale those massive corpses on the ground while they were being eaten by their peers would cut into precious time, precious time that she would need to spen not getting that much closer to Las Noches. though at this point the idea of reaching her destination was becoming more and more daunting by the second, as if it had not already been an idea she had been somewhat averse to since the very start of her endeavor, the fact of which she still was coming to terms with considering she'd been alone the last 1000 years.
It suddenly occurred to her that her endeavor was less of an explorative journey and more of a break in. Really, what would she be planning once she actually arrived at Las Noches? She could hardly knock on the door and identify herself as a rogue and possible enemy, what with Las Noches's current dealings with the resistance she would simply be ASKING for a blade through the throat by doing so. So indeed she would need to approach the situation with far more tact and precision than she would otherwise use in any other type of introductory when it came to meeting others. but admittedly so far her means of introduction typically involved violence or outright ignoring her surroundings and company, whether it was hollows or otherwise.
Not that she considered herself inhospitable, as indeed there had been a plethora of hollows in her past with perfect capabilities of civil behavior, which had led to quite the number of discussions, debates, and light-hearted joking about the nature and state of their world, as well as many a gossip about other places such a s soul society, the world of the living, and places in between. Perhaps a bit sad at that, that the most pleasant moments of her life involved talking, probably a rather droll life if compared to any other species, but hardly arrancar would ever be gauged on their ability to lead fulfilling and interesting lives while still managing not to be gutted and strewn about the sands they lived in. While she was certain that pretty much every race did their best to avoid that.
Her thought however were interrupted when she felt a sudden, very forceful pressure ahead of her, one that distracter her even from the crushing, crashing, stomping sounds of feet being stomped around her like some mad elephant parade. She could feel the spiritual pressure emanating from Las Noches ahead, and they were absolutely massive. She hadn't the slightest idea if what she felt was something of the building itself or some far-echoing remnant of it's inhabitants, but the sheer number and force of the spiritual pressure she felt ahead made the sensation of her surroundings absolutely unneeded. She could have been blind and deaf and still made her way there at this point, not that she had any close aspects of wanting to try such an experiment.
As she raced through those legs, resisting the urge to stab one or two of them before reaching her destination, he wqs very suddenly confronted with a massive wall, one that showed that las noches extended underground as well. The entire wall that led all the way up to the surface, and no doubt much deeper into the desert earth, was the building of las noches. Looking left and right, she was blocked by menos grande, but she was hard pressed to believe that the horizon would even begin to give credit to the massiveness t hat was the structure, for truly she would not be surprised in the slightest if it turned out that it was the building itself whose spiritual pressure it was she was feeling at this very moment.
the very idea that she ad finally arrived gave testament to just how fast she'd probably been running, and even distracted Tsej from the fact that right behind her, there was still an insane amount of menos still tear-assing around trying to find her skinny lily-white ass. Something that was reminded of her when one foot slammed into the ground not ten meters behind her, all the motivation she needed to start looking for some sort of entrance. And amazingly enough, it was not very long until a very slight, sliver of a crevice met her eyes, to which she rushed to as quickly as she could,a voiding stomping menos before at long, very long last she dove into the crack and slipped into the darkness of it's recesses.
It took her several moments to realize that what she was in was some sort of room. The fact that it was very crowded compared to the forest was but one of many things that came to mind, that and the fact that it was stuffed with numerous crates marked "storage" all around her. She paused, looking around and running her hands over the boxes of what she believed to be some sort of storeroom for the place, when suddenly it hit her all at once, her eyes going wide. She had made it, her journey of loneliness and solitude was done. She had made it all the way to Las noches alive, and she would finally be able to find out, if this legendary place of places, was truly a place that she could call "Home".
