Revelations of Rebirth [Adalo & Takashi]

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ The light breeze of sovereign winds blew through the area just outside of Las Noches. Not too far outside of the gates, Takashi stood. The pale moonlight above the sky illuminated the area nicely. Kouhai had done his work well, despite the caliber of the man; he was indeed a genius. In this eternal night, which only changed from night and day by the will of that man. It had been a while as he too had thoughts of his research and his purpose here. The man's eyes were half open, as per usual; the bored looking expression present. His hands were in his pockets, his white coat stitched up from all angles. There was a cloth which gripped at his torn ex-shinigami attire. The clothes were rather ragged, still clean but indicative of a man who did not stay put. Rather, it was someone in constant combat and taking pleasure in the thrill of his battles; or as much as he possibly could. Still, deep within his the confines of in his bosom. He could feel the aching of his chest as he looked up towards the crescent in the sky. His eyes slowly trailed down back down to where he stood. His mind flashed to where he fought against Kuroi. He was on his knees, bleeding as his arms were severed. He spoke the words, the loyalty of Takashi would belong to him, the price for sparing his life. Kuroi had deduced Takashi's real intention for coming to Hueco Mundo. In truth, after what the Segunda said to him, he was quite confused. The Kuchiki's white hair blew in the subtle breeze as he stood from the opening. It had been a while since he had seen anyone. Truth be told, he missed that one woman whom he had met in the human world; it was the first time he had felt alive in a long time. However, there was really no one at the moment whom he could feel could help him. The man felt the weight bearing down upon him. What had made it worse was the constant assassination attempts; it was getting quite tiring. Without any real direction, it was a man wandering aimlessly in the dark. Much like a blind man traveling through the dark, he was still aimless. However, he would continue through the darkness for now. In the eternal night that was present in his heart would be little flickers of light that shine dimly. For now, he would allow his thoughts to over take him, planning his next moves; the eternal chess game. ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 700 points (1400) speed - 600 points (1200) spiritual pressure - 750 Points reiatsu strength - 900 Points light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 450 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 2400 current skills: (16/18 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)

[Kashmir De-Mona]

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despair demands revenge! ↡ i want death's symphony ▼ "I'm lonely..." A voice, but from where? Next to the Shinigami. A voice which had all the weight of thousands, put into one low sound. There are many things which can cause someone to feel sad. Destruction, intoxication, lust, loneliness, fate, greed, envy, nihilism... These can all make someone feel sad. They can make someone fall into the pits of greatest despair. Despair is a black hole, a vortex of all misery becoming the center of who someone is. However there is more after the despair, for even black holes can fade and die. When all things in the universe are gone and have faded, there will be another explosion to recreate things, violently again, for what comes after the emptiness of despair is violence. That which comes after despair can only be revenge. A Numero? Impossible, for the spiritual presence was too powerful. Spiritual Pressure, if evil, could be described as a pit, or as an ocean. The heavier the ocean or the deeper the pit, the more powerful it was, until this point, where it was bottomless, and belonged to a higher power. A higher power owned the spiritual pressure. It was a monster on a different level. Just as two dimensional beings cannot interact with three dimensional beings, three dimensional beings cannot interact with those who have ascended to Godhood in the fourth dimension. There was a bottomless reiatsu that acted like it was a bottomless well. Instead of finding water when the bucket was drawn out, there would still be nothing but cobwebs and spiders. It was empty, and there was no tangible end to the emptiness either. An Espada? The spiritual pressure was indicative of an Espada, but the white skinned phantom had no numbers to identify him. His head was covered by a black hat, and his hands were covered by white gloves. He was well dressed, like that very Segunda that had been in the mind of one Takashi Kuchiki. The white skinned phantom could not be identified by physical appearance for someone new to Las Noches, but everyone else that resided there knew who he was just by looking at him. Looking at them. For he was legion. For he was many. Don't worry, beautiful people of the world. He will never forget any of you. He was the Primera Espada, Adalo De-Mona. Here was a monster just as evil as the concept of what is unjust. Philosophers such as Aristotle and Locke had thought rationality led to good... and here was the proof that they were wrong. "The moon IS beautiful.." the Arrancar King told the Shinigami, taking a seat next to him. There had been no moment when Adalo De-Mona had arrived. He just had, as if he had always been there, like the light of the phantom moon. There was something different about the Arrancar King compared to others of his race. They all gave off the vestiges of their beastly urges, their animal will. He had it as well, however his evil was not from the animal, but the human, and the rationale. He had rationally deduced good and evil's truest forms and chosen to become evil. Spirits sing of a devil who rules over all that is miserable, and whose coming means the end of the world is near. He is dressed in black, and on his face is an unquenchable smile for pain. Spirits sing of the God of Revenge, Adalo De-Mona. "But are you truly thinking about the moon...Or about which master you truly serve?" ↡ profile | OOC notes: Song credits to Kento. STATS & SKILLS: strength - 400 points (1000) speed - 350 points spiritual pressure - 300 points (150) reiatsu strength - 300 points (600) light aura - 0 points dark aura - 100 points instinct - 200 points (100) senses - 100 points energy sensory - 250 points (500) healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 1900 current skills: (18/19 SKP spent) - Weapons: [sword] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -street fighting: (3) - battle focus: (3) - pain tolerance: (3)

[Takashi Kuchiki]

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ A presence manifested itself next to the one whom use to be referred to as soul reaper. Much like a mystical black mist, something seemed to envelope out of the corner of the shinigami's eye. His blue diamond eyes slowly shifted at the analytical words which could be mistaken as one's conscious. Standing beside him was the well dressed hatter, Adalo De-Mona. Indeed, he had met this man previously, a time when he was escaping Soul Society. Kouhai himself had sent this man, his presence reverberated throughout the entirety of the spiritual gates; tainting it with its seemingly dark nature. While he stood, no captain would dare challenge him, not a soul would stand up to him. The overwhelming aura was synonymous to the infinite gravity which crushes even light towards the center mass of a swirling black vortex. In the midst of the blackest night with no creeping shadow lurking, no hope of light...this was truly a man deemed the Primera. However, to the snow haired man, he only knew the man by his face. Without recognition of his rank, he was simply one who was formidable to him. A surprising twist as he chose to sit next to him, his presence growing in intensity. It truly made the other man feel a sense of slight anxiety, but he quelled the intense feeling residing within his bosom. He didn't speak, simply look with his usual bored expression as the man came to take a seat. It seemed his eyes were not fixated upon trivial things, he would tell from small analytical details the intricacies of ones mind. The overbearing aura was something to relish in yet at the same time, be quite wary of. There was a simple blink as the man tilted his head back to the forward position, his eyes falling upon the moon once more. "Agreed", was the only words that left his lips. There was silence, much like the calming of death, a feeling Takashi perhaps relished in. The constant struggle left his eyes devoid of any sort of presence aside from distance. It was much like the ocean waters which had become murky. The distance in his eyes was as though looking through a window to see someone else walking; so close, but somehow so far. There was no momentum, no springing action which could be described as motion in these eyes; simply stasis. The eyes which desired to lock away so many truths. The eyes were a window to the soul, but the thick coating of malice and despair blocked the rays of light form shining through; living within the darkness. This is perhaps where Adalo and Takashi both felt home, darkness. The aura of the man and the depths of black solitude in the soul reapers heart both resided in the same plane. It was as though they were within another dimension entirely, bound by different feelings but existing all the while. The gravity of the dark was enough to drive most mad, but here they would interact. Kuroi himself was one to exist upon this plane, it was much like intoxication to him. For Adalo...what exactly was his reason for being here? In this reality now, they were sitting. To others, it would appear it was simply that, but it was far greater than they could ever hope to comprehend. Out of the corner of his eye again, he could see a smile forming upon the man's face. It was unlike any a man would ever be able to form. No, this one was too wicked and forged by malice. The intent behind it was enshrouded, but then again, what of this man wasn't? The words finally escaped his mouth, much like a key he had dropped upon the floor. The words held hope to unlocking something, but it was far too distant for the blue eyed man's grasp. He kept his composure, recalling the time with Kuroi to keep his composure; had another stumbled upon his deviant plan? Or perhaps it was simply his nature to tinker with the mind. Regardless, it seemed this master clock maker of the mind was tinkering with the gears twisting in the man's clockwork like brain. The man's changing tone had caused him to narrow his eyes to narrow for but a moment; returning to normal soon after. It was then that the Left Hand's head slowly shifted back towards the vast dessert which lay in front of him; the waste land of his mind. Perhaps Adalo truly was within these confines, finding his way into the man's conscious. "You know as well as I do...the struggle for dominance. It is the unwritten law which is smeared in blood, belonging only to this wasteland.". He spoke in a manner of riddles. It wouldn't be uncommon for another to know his secret. If he wanted, Adalo could have slain the man here or from behind; a quick swipe of the sword. He however, made no such advance. Perhaps he was curious or biding his time, but only the sands of passing seconds would tell what lay ahead. "I am truthfully thinking of purpose, who I serve is part of this. A sword is a tool utilized for war, but can a human become a sword? Would it truly have purpose, or simply exist to cut whomever the hands of the masters will it to?" He was being rather talkative today. It was in this moment that he would say one more thing. "I am seeking purpose as to what does a sword need to exist, if it wishes for no one to wield it? I ask you now Adalo De-Mona, for what reason is it that you exist?". He spoke as he turned towards him. It was time for him to seek another truth, what would come from the depths of this man's mind? It would be time to find out. ♕ profile | notes: put ooc shit here. STATS & ABILITIES: strength - 700 points (1400) speed - 600 points (1200) spiritual pressure - 750 Points reiatsu strength - 900 Points light aura - 65 points dark aura - 35 points instinct - 450 points senses - 100 points energy sensory - 50 points healing expertise - 0 points total SP: 2400 current skills: (15/15 SKP spent) - martial arts: [hakuda] (3) -strength of will: (3) -battle analysis: (3) -weapon [sword]: (4) - battle focus: (2)