Khasatk Alhawia

[Takara Takeda]

Name: Khasatk Alhawia (Thy Abyss)

Participants: Garret + 2 others (Must be Rogues or Enemies of Rogues)

Location: Khasatk Alhawia is a newly discovered cave found in the middle east. This cave though to the majority of the world and even the spiritual worlds was only found roughly a week ago. These is a small village roughly 4 kilometers away from the only known entrance to the cave.

Difficulty Level: Hard

Setting: NDE

Plotline:: Khasatk Alhawia was only found a week ago and yet something truly strange seems to have already been happening. To the normal human world it's already been labeled as a curse for all who enter are found the next morning dead at the entrance. Soul Society three days ago sent a small party of members from division 10. All of them have been found in the same spot slaughtered. Soul Society and some human world organizations such as Uzaki Enterprises and Xcution have sent in forces to handle or find out whatever is inside the cave.

What lies beneath though in the abyss is something truly ground breaking. The wandering Rogue by the name of Garret a few nights ago was traveling when the hollows began to attack. After dealing with them throughout the night he let down his guard from near exhaustion. This led to him being knocked unconscious by some unknown assailant. Now he awakens inside of Khasatk Alhawia. Not a newly discovered cave, but simply a base of operations for some of the most powerful Rogues in the human world.

Estimated Enemy Strength: Class 3-1

Estimated Time Until Completion: 3-5 Pages

Starts: Right Now

Special Conditions: After 20 posts Garret's Osen will start to activate causing Hollows to swarm the cave.

[RayginX]

He never let his guard down. To do so would to his death, as the Hollows that swarmed to him would pick up on it...like blood in the water to a shark. What happened wasn't his fault, it really wasn't. Things were going the way they always did. Another night. Another battle. That night there had been numerous Adjuchas, more than there usually was. High tier Adjucha as well, strong enough that Garret had been forced to rely on hit and run tactics to bring them down one by one. His plan had been to simply last until the sun came out, so that his Osen ended and the remaining number of them became disinterested in him. The plan had been working, until it began to act up.

The whispers turned to roars in his mind, the Bakkoto attacking his identity and mind in an attempt to force the Rogue to release it. It was starved, hungry for blood and war. He had been able to fight without the armor for a good while and as a result the beast within him was famished. During that mental struggle someone had struck the back of Garret's head, and all he saw was darkness...for a time at least. Images of memories long past, of a life he no longer had, danced before his eyes. He dreamt of a happier time, one before the curse and the Hollows, of a time when that inferno within him was cooled.

With a groan his eye began to open, light spilling into the darkness he had been seeing. Everything was a blur at first, meaning that he had been asleep for quite some time. The Rogue grumbled, reaching up and rubbing his eye to clear away the blur. Once his vision was perfect he noticed the dimly light room he was in. Wooden walls and ceiling, a hanging lamp in the center of the room. And what was he lying on? Garret realized a second later he was laying on a bed. A bed. When was the last time he had ever done that? Tossing the covers aside and sitting up, he was surprised to find both that he was lacking a shirt, and to find his body bandaged up. Fresh bandages too.

The injuries from that night had been treated, evident by the bloody bandages in a waste basket near the bed. Someone had been caring for him? His eye narrowed as he continued looking through the room, and noticed the bed table with a plate of warm food. Inspecting it, the meal looked to be a slice of meat with some mashed potatoes. The fact that it still had steam radiating off of it showed that it had been delivered very recently. Which meant someone was here.

Garret frowned, looking around the room for anything else. There was nothing. No weapon, no more clothes, nothing. His frowned deepened at the lack of his weapon. He felt naked without his sword. Something so personal to him, something that he has had beside him for so long, without it he became to grow anxious. So, he wasn't going to remain in this room for any longer. Getting to his feet he began to stalk towards the single door in this room, ignoring the cold from the floor in his feet. Garret was, right now, pretty angry.

Knocked out, taken somewhere without his consent and now without his weapon? He was going to find answers. So when he reached the door, he did the one thing he always did, he acted. His leg shot out, foot colliding with the wooden door and not even an instant later it exploded. His physical strength was that of a titan, simple wood couldn't hold him. The shattering of the door was rather loud, as was the sound of the mans footsteps as he exited his room and into whatever was on the other side.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 400 Points = 800

Speed - 100 - Points

Spiritual Pressure - 300 - Points = 450

Reiatsu Strength - 100 - Points = 60

Light Aura - 20 - Points

Dark Aura - 80 - Points

Instinct - 150 - Points

Senses - 150 - Points = 112

Energy sensory - 0 - Points

Healing Expertise - 0 - Points

Total SP: 1200 Points

• [Weapons: Greatswords] {2}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {2}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
  
  
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
  

[Jikken Kaze]

Jikken Kaze was annoyed. His 'leader' Asmoskon had given his an assignment. A cave had been discovered around a week earlier, and decided that he should go scout the place out. The reason this dinky hole in the ground was even worth mentioning? Anyone that entered the place wound up dead at the place's doorstep. He told him that a squad of shinigami tried to enter, some odd days earlier. They were found dead as doornail. This actually lifted Kaze's mood a good bit. He really hated those guys. Lazy good for nothings living in their untouchable fortress, always safe and sound.

But no, being sent out to scout wasn't why Kaze was peeved. The mod soul had been in the middle of trying to learn this ability called 'Willpower' when the Quincy called him over to ship him off. The plane ride had been fun, never having been so far up in the sky before, looking down on the humans below him. It gave him a reminder of what he was training for. That and the peanuts. He was pretty sure that the ladies on the winged machine hated his guts after how often he asked them for the packaged goods. He ate over eighty bags before the eight hour flight had ended.

After practically being thrown off the plane, he started his journey towards this stupid cave. "Kill me...." Kaze groaned, as he was forced to take a taxi towards the town closest to this dumb place. This took another two hours, and by the time he got there, it was already hitting four in the afternoon. Using his powers, he escaped the annoying man and his wheeled machine, when he started talking about something or other. Using his phone's gps, and his powers, he arrived close enough to the entrance of the cave, roughly five hundred feet away.

"FINALLY!" Said Kaze, sounding more than a bit exhausted. This whole ordeal was growing tiresome. All he had to do was scout out the stupid rocks inside, take some pictures of him looking lost and confused, say nothings there, then he could go home and learn Willpower. But if he DID find anything, he really hoped it would attack him. 'If you're found and engaged, blah blah blah, survive', were Asmoskon's orders. So, halting the flow of his powers, he made his, powers fade away for now, as his spiritual presence dropped dramatically.

Still probably wouldn't help him though, seeing as just about anyone could sense him while his armor was active. That tended to cause more problems, as hollows flocked to him like flies to corpse, but whatever. His pace was leisurely, as he walked towards the entrance. After a few minutes of whistling to himself, he spotted a red spot in the dirt from a distance. Grinning to himself, knowing that it was from the shinigami, his oddly metallic whistling started making a merry tune. He hoped that he met the monsters of this cave. He'd thank them right before he fought them. They'd better watch out, the Titan of the wind was coming for them.

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{stats and wind}
Strength - [50]
Speed - [220] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [100] Points (+50%=150)
Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points (+50%=600)
Instinct - [100] Points (-35%=65}
Senses [100] Points (-35%=65}
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points]
Light Aura - [50] Points
Dark Aura - [50] Points

Cold Tolerance] {2}
[Anti-Stealth] {2}
[Pain Tolerance] {2}
[Street Fighting] {2}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Learning] {2}
[Analysis] {1}

Rietasu remaining: 1500/1100

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{dark storm}: His wind armor now makes him look a shade darker than usual. This armor is able to block and destroy anything that has less power than his rs, plus 400. This armor can give him a 30% speed boost. Armor lasts 7 posts.

1/7. Tech paused.

[Takara Takeda]

While Garret awoke inside of the room that had been holding him for the last few days while his body was allowed to recover those outside were still at work. He wasn't alone and though he wouldn't be able to hear anything really inside of the room that he was in there were over a dozen individuals within a hundred yards of his location. I n fact the individual responsible for knocking him unconscious and bringing him here was present. There was something much bigger going down here and Garret it seemed was brought in against his will.

It didn't take long for the mound of muscle to break down the door after he had woken up. When the wooden door shattered inside thousands of pieces though everyone in the area stopped. Garret would see that he was underground. Inside some series of paths which connected both small and large open areas. It was like some sort of maze beneath the ground. However, outside of the door he had just destroyed was one of the small rooms which had what looked to be a few small cots out and a single desk that was covered in paper.

"You know it's not really polite to destroy that which isn't yours. You have no clue how irritating it is to get wood down here." Garret would hear a high pitched voice state to him from somewhere. Then from one of the pathways that led into the room he was in right now was a small boy. He was wearing little more then ruined torn clothes that were brown in color like the cave walls. "Well hopefully for your sake she'll be merciful about it. Come on time for you to meet the others." the boy didn't seem the least bit interested with Garret he just said what he had to in a monotone voice and just started to walk off down one of the pathways.

---

While all that happened it seemed that the Mod Soul known as Kaze had finally arrived at the entrance of the cave. As he approached the cave though something else made itself present. "You there Mod Soul. Are you what's been killing everything?" A voice behind him spoke and if Kaze turned around he would see what was obviously some random Shinigami. However, he wasn't alone there were ten of them in total yet none of them appeared to have any sense of flare to their eyes. They were nothing more than grunts sent once again to fix the problem.

It appeared that they had snuck up on Kaze as he approached the cave and were now questioning whether or not he was the reason why both the humans were being killed and the previous Shinigami group. The one that had just spoken to him already had his zanpakuto out and extended outwards towards him. He seemed to be the most at ease as the rest of the company looked frightened for whatever reason. "Answer me now before my assumption forces action."

[Jikken Kaze]

Kaze grinned down at the pile of the dead. Dead shinigami. A bitter warmth surged in his chest, as he saw each and every one of their horror stricken faces. They didn't go peacefully. "Good riddance." He said under his breath. Oh how he hated them. Their crimes against him were great and numerous. He glared down at them, before spitting on one of their faces. He scowled. Great, there goes his good mood. With his happiness gone, he starts towards the cave once more, caring less and less about the mission, and just wanting to get back to someplace he can sleep.

So, when some moron decided to call him out, addressing him by his race instead of by anything else, his body flinched, while his right hand started to twitch involuntarily, trying to grasp at the throat that it was not yet choking. Turning around to face his newly found company, the mod soul glared at the group with a pensive stare. He counted the group's numbers. Then remembered he couldn't count to more than two. BUT HE KNEW THERE WERE MORE THAN TWO! A sweat drop formed on the back of his head at the absurdity at his predicament in life.

The batch looked completely and utterly unimpressive. They were shaken, scared, frightened by either the prospect of entering the cave, of by Kaze himself. That is, except for one. The leader was either too brave for his own good, or the rest of them were just sniveling cowards. Either way, they were all bugs that have yet to see true power. And he was more than happy to show it to them. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "How kind, announcing your yourselves to someone standing in front of a pile of corpses. Glad to know you're still holding the same standard you were holding two hundred years ago!" He mocked.

Before the shinigami could speak, he interupted. "These bugs were killed with a blade you blind fool. Does it look like I have a weapon on me to you?" He said, stretching his arms wide, showing off how little he was wearing. Clothed in only extremely worn and baggy pants that went no further than the knees, tied to his waist with an old piece of rope, and a grey hoodie, that was also around four sizes too big, he exposed his scared body to the sunlight, and the shinigami, before nonchalantly returning his arms to his sides, still in his jacket.

"Now as for why I'm here, shinigami." He spoke, spitting out the term as if it were something foul. "It's so I can scout out whatever's in here." He glanced down at the pile. "And not die." He mocked slightly. He knew that this was going to likely turn into a fight, seeing as all of them had their swords drawn. He just didn't want to start it. Well, he did. Like, soooooo wanted to start the fight. His battle mode was roaring at the back of his 'mind', to tear into these losers. And he desperately wanted to indulge in that desire.

But, at the same time, he wanted a valid reason as to why he killed them, if he ever got caught. But he REALLY wanted to kill this number-above-two group of people. "Oh, but don't mind me!" He said, almost sounding like he cared in the slightest about their feelings. Or mission. Or in general. "Please, go right ahead into the cave! Wouldn't want to fight both me AND whatever's in there." He said. If the group decided to attack him anyway, regardless of what it'd do to their mission, he'd reactivate his wind armor to destroy the attack. But if they didn't attack, he's slump slightly in disappointment, before standing aside to let them pass, before waiting to see if they came back out.

Rietasu remaining: 1500/1100
dark storm: 1/7. Tech paused.

[Takara Takeda]

It seemed that the Mod Soul didn't like the sight of Shinigami at all. As the unit of Shinigami got into place all of them could see the sight of the Mod Soul disgracing their fallen allies. Spitting on the corpses was something unforgivable. Much of the fear that the normal men were feeling was replaced by overwhelming anger towards what they were told was a malfunctioning machine that didn't wish to be turned off and thrown away. The unit leader stood his ground against the Mod Soul and listened while the creature spoke.

The Mod Soul spoke insultingly towards them all, but specifically so towards the leader. However, when he tried to justify that he couldn't have been the cause for the Shinigami beside him dying due to the wounds that inflicted death resulting from some sort of blade the man sneered. Grabbing his clothing and opening up the front revealing his chest which had a massive amount of scars across it and sections of flesh that seemed to be missing entirely. It appeared as if chucks of him hadn't grown back, but instead healed like craters. "I've faced your kind. One second you appear powerless and the next you're nothing, but vicious monsters."

Kaze then spoke again explaining what he was doing and the man sheathed his zanpakuto and began to walk towards the entrance. "Let's move men. This creature can ramble on all he wishes, but in the end it's nothing better than a hollow. We have a mission and it doesn't include throwing out outdated equipment so be ready." He spoke hashly towards Kaze as his men grouped up with him and all of them passed the Mod Soul and made their way inside of the cave.

Kaze would be disappointed that a fight between himself and the Shinigami hadn't broken out, but as he entered the cave he would see a long tunnel and the sight of the Shinigami roughly twenty feet ahead. However, after a few moments the Shinigami would leave his line of sight as they split up into two groups and made their way down two separate tunnels which split off from the main one to the left and right. The main tunnel only continued for a few more feet after the split and Kaze would notice why when he got there. There was nothing, but a hole just barely large enough for him to fit through. What would he do though? Go down the hole or make his way down one of the two tunnels?

[RayginX]

Where was he? His eye narrowed as he scanned his surroundings. He had to be underground, the air seemed funny and the walls looked to be made of stone. He looked around, noticing the other individuals as well as what lay before him. Where the hell was he? He narrowed his eye, before the sound of footsteps caught his attention. What looked to be a child spoke to him, prompting him to narrow his eye down at him. His words confirmed that this was some sort of cave. He frowned, watching as the child walked past him and down one of the paths.

For his sake? Who was she? Garrets eye narrowed as he followed after the child. Normally he wouldn't, but right now he was in unfamiliar territory surrounded by unknown individuals. The smartest and safest thing for him to do would be to simply go with it, until he found his damn weapon. But even without his sword he could still feel it. The beast inside of him was still there. It seemed that they removed his weapon, but not the Bakkoto itself. Could come in handy if need be.

"What is all of this? How long have I been unconscious?" Garret asked the child, not sure if he was even going to get a response back. What was all this anyway? Why did the kids clothes so strikingly similar to his own? He frowned, gazing out at everything around him as he followed behind the kid. Where was he going anyways? Meet the others? What others? Why did Garret get the impression he wasn't going to like this?

[Takara Takeda]

The boy continued to walk down the tunnels of the cave as Garret followed behind him. It seemed that the Rogue had the sense that it wouldn't be wise to try anything without that massive sword. It didn't take more than a minute of time though for him to start asking questions. The small boy sighed after Garret had asked his question obviously annoyed by the curiosity. "Where you are right now is a temporary headquarters for our organization. As for how long you took to wake up it's been three days." The small boy spoke with little to no sympathy for Garret.

It would take another minute or so, but they would both finally come upon a massive room with a high ceiling and some chairs. It seemed that the room though was empty for the most part however at the back of the room there seemed to be piles of books. It would be a moment, but then there would seem to be a dark purple cloak moving in the distance of the room from the books. "I see you've awoken Garret. I apologize for Riku knocking you unconscious, but I didn't believe you'd come willingly." By the voice it was a woman yet her cloak shielded all hopes of getting any kind of look at her features. How would Garret respond though?

[RayginX]

Three days? No, that couldn't be right. Garrets eye actually widened when that was revealed, his jaw dropping just a bit. Three days? Three nights? Garret been in the same spot for three nights?? What was going on? He couldn't believe it, no he refused to believe it. Three days in the same spot would attract Hollows of ridiculous levels. And this little brat was telling him that he'd been here all that time? Bullshit. He grit his teeth, instantly on guard as he followed behind the child and into the new room. Books and books everywhere, and a cloaked purple mass surrounded by said books.

She spoke, apologizing to Garret over someone named Rikus actions against him. He narrowed his eye as he looked at her, the cloak covering her form and features. "If you mean that then you'll have no problem answering my questions. Where is my sword and what the hell is going on? Three days? I've been kept here for three days? Do you even realize what you're risking keeping me here?" Garret barked, agitation creeping into his voice as he questioned the figure.

[Jikken Kaze]

While not getting his chance to fight those worms from seireitei was disappointing-very, dissapointing- he begrudgingly admitted that it was for the best. It was true that the shinigami were proceeding at full power by not fighting him, it was more than likely that he'd suffer for a getting sidetracked with a fight, when he was entering a cave of death. "They shall die by their own merit. Pray we never cross paths again insects." Jikken spoke in a dark and gravely tone, eyes burning red with hatred.

Jikken, the battle program forced upon him by the shinigami before his escape. Actually, it was the the only reason he actually managed to escape. Once the program was activated for the first time, it was all over for those working in squad twelve that night. Jikken grinned. Not because he was reminiscing at the glorious battle that resulted from his escape from his prison inn those cursed labs. No, it was because he was mere moments away from simply reactivating his armor, and flying down the cave entrance and bowling through those bugs like nothing.

The only reason he did not was because of Kaze. He might hold a hatred for their kind, but he'd rather not prolong his stay here. So, trying to wait sixty seconds for the shinigami to go on ahead, Kaze only managed five before going in after them, tailing a healthy distance back. The soft thumping of sandals of the marching rats, against the rock ground kept his mind distracted as he whipped out his phone, and began recording, with the help of the computer on it. If he was in any way envious of the fact that it was smarter than him, he just reminded himself that at least he had a body with limbs.

Eventually Kaze came to a set of paths, with the main path beginning to come to a halt. Two wider paths were off to the sides, and looked far more favorable than the middle one. Each of the two were taken by the shinigami. Half going into one, and half going into the other. Kaze obviously couldn't follow either of the two paths now, seeing as the were full of shinigami, not that he was stopped from entering the cave, so he headed down the middle, ending up in front of a hole, almost too small for him to fit into.

He groaned up at the cave ceiling. "Whhhhhhhy meeeeeee!" He complained to the powers at be for his rotten luck. The mod soul had two choices. The first choice- ah screw it, you know he's just going to go through it. "Than-k you Br-ain!" He said, adding emphasis unnecessarily, beaming while he did so. Reactivating his armor, slicing wind coated his body and phone, as the scarred man began to hover. His body was floating, as if he were swimming through water, as he flew head first into the hole, having his armor grind away anything that would touch him.

Rietasu remaining: 1500/1100
dark storm: 2/7. Tech reactivated.

[Takara Takeda]

The individual that was wrapped in the cloak of purple that had been hidden in the shadows surrounded by books stared at Garret plainly under her cowl. There would be no way to see what the individuals face actually looked like yet due to the size of their body it was either a female or a short male. The cloak was wrapped around the body completely hiding any characteristics that would give Garret any info on whether or not it was a female or male.

He didn't seem to think on anything such as that though as soon as he realized that this individual was more than likely the boss. Garret seemed to be incredibly angry right now, but in reality there was no reason for him not to be. "At the moment your sword is being hidden due to your aggressive tendencies until after we've spoken. As to why you're here we have been tracking down Rogue's that may need our help. You've been constantly undergoing battle and when we found you the wounds were starting to get sever."

"So we treated you the best that we could so that the next few nights would be easier for you. As to the risk of having you here Garret. I think you should realize that you're not the only one that deals with hollows nor are you the strongest user of a Bakkoto. Almost everyone here is a powerful individual that could rival you. Now onto why we brought you here. We'd like to extend to you the possibility of allying with us. To put it simply our group strives to make it easier for all Rogue's to continue living."

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As for Kaze the Mod Soul seemed to dislike the Shinigami so much that he wouldn't even be caught going down the same tunnel as them. That had been why he had gone straight and then dropped down into the bleak hole in the cave. He had activated his wind armor in order to protect against anything that might be inside of the cave. That would prove to be both the right and wrong decision. As the hole was to dark to see anything there was in fact spikes inside that would have killed him. His armor proved strong enough that the stone spikes were destroyed.

However, his armor was causing a large amount of noise as it carved up the sides of the hole and destroyed the spikes. He would continue to descend down the dark hole for what felt like a minute. Afterwards he would suddenly drop out of the hole and into a large dark room with almost no light. There was nothing around him other than pillars that seemed to actually be keeping the cave up. That didn't make any sense though unless the cave wasn't a natural one. Could it be that someone had actually made the entire cave?

That was when Kaze might be able to sense the spike of reiatsu inside of the room that he was in. "Well it seems one of you actually came down here this time. First time for everything I guess, but this will be the last thing for you. Sorry brah." the voice was definitely from a male that was hidden in the shadows of the room. However, then as his reiatsu spiked light illuminated the entire room. In the next instant his entire body was revealed as he had short blonde hair along with a small beard. His entire right arm alight with fire as he thrust it outwards sending a column of flames rushing towards Kaze traveling around the speed of a cero.

Remaining Reiatsu: 6700/7000
Fire Fist: {-300}

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{Blonde Rogue}
Class 3 - Soldier / Rank 2
1200 Stat Points
Strength: 50 (30)
Speed: 300
Spiritual Pressure: 400 (700)
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Instincts: 150
Senses: 200
Energy Sensory: 50
Healing Expertize: 0

[RayginX]

He frowned. He listened to her explanation, stating that his sword was hidden from him due to his personality. She claimed that they believed Garret needed their help, that they saw his wounds and thought they were sever. The more she talked, the deeper his frown grew. They abducted him to treat him. But when she mentioned him not being the only one who dealt with Hollows, Garret, for a second, was dumbfounded. The more this woman, or small man, spoke, the more and more his opinion of her grew. The more his realization she was an idiot grew.

He didn't care if the others dealt with Hollows. He didn't care if he wasn't the strongest with a Bakkoto. None of that shit mattered to Garret, and this woman should have realized that. So, his response was quick and clean, and very easy forthcoming. It didn't even take him a moment, a second, to know the answer to her request. "No. Now where is my sword?"

[Takara Takeda]

Well it seemed that once again Garret was going to choose to continue the road of loneliness. A road with no allies with no hope for anything different. AS he rejected the offer of the woman who was obviously in charge of this little group of Rogues she sighed heavily in disappointment. "Well it would go against the reason for our group if we were forced to keep you here." She turned away from Garret and started to move back towards the books. "You're sword is down the tunnel then take a right then a left then another right then straight pass another three adjacent tunnels. There it will be against one of the walls. You're free to leave."

It seemed that she was honoring what her group stood for. They meant to keep Rogue's safe and help them live a life of choice and freedom not one of slavery and fear. So allowing Garret to leave now that it was apparent that he wished to be lonely was the only thing she could do. She grabbed another book and opened it beginning to read again. "Ruko. The Shinigami and someone else have entered into the cave. Make us you and the others take care of them. The hollows will be here inside the hour."

[RayginX]

Garrets eye narrowed as the woman spoke once more, his guard raised in case of any sort of attack. He had no idea who these people were, their identities or their goals. All he knew was that this was a hideout for Rogue's. She said the word as if it were some race, or group of people. She mentioned the people here, in this cave, was both powerful and wielded Bakkoto. Was that what a Bakkoto wielder was called? A Rogue? Garret found that name to be both silly and ridiculous. A Rogue was just that, a rogue. He was a thief, a cutpurse, not what Garret was.

But back to the topic at hand, Garret was slightly relieved when the robbed individual sighed, stating it would be against their policies and beliefs to hold him here. He could tell that the person had truly hoped that Garret would join with them, add his number and strength to their group. But she had no idea how wrong of a decision that would have been. Like it or not, it was for the best he did not join them. Even he knew that. Secondly, he was completely different from them...in more ways than one.

Typically a Rogue was someone who had once been a member of the Gotei Thirteen, a Shinigami sworn into duty, that abandoned the practices and teachings of their order and fled to the World of the Living. Garret, despite every constantly thinking otherwise, was never a Shinigami. He was a spirit, rich in strength and reiatsu. Everything he had learned he learned either himself or through teachers, people here in the world of the living. To be specific, he learned most of what he knew from a Living Instability. He wasn't even aware of what made a Rogue a Rogue. He was a unique situation.

The individual made her way back over to her books, giving Garret the directions he needed to where they were keeping his weapon. About time as well. So before anything else could be said, Garret turned and walked out. The sound of his footsteps upon the stone floor was one of the only sounds as he followed the directions through the tunnels. Illuminated by hanging lanterns, and sometimes a orb of reiatsu, Garret came to realize just how large this cave actually was. If someone was looking to hide themselves away, this would be the best place for it.

He occasionally passed another person, who sometimes turned to look at him after he passed by. He didn't really care for it, ignoring it as he continued his walk. Finally he reached his destination. An armory of sorts. Various weapons hung on the cavern walls, barrels filled with swords and such. Most noticeable though was the large assortment of katanas, no doubt imitations of Zanpakuto so that the other spirits could retain their practice. Leaning against the wall was a weapon that dwarfed all the others.

A weapon too large to be called a sword leaned against the wall. He stepped in, grabbing the familiar bandaged grip and sighing with relief. He felt much more comfortable with his weapon back in his hand. "It's quite the weapon." Came a voice that surprised the swordsman. He turned, looking down at a middle aged, dark skinned individual who was reading something, sitting over on a crate. "Took two of our strongest guys, myself included, to lug it down here. How do you carry it all by yourself?" He asked, lowering his reading material and giving Garret a entertained smile.

The swordsman lifted the blade, resting it against his shoulder. "Practice." The man chuckled a bit, shaking his head and raising his reading material once more. "Practice. Heh, practice. So, let me guess...you joinin up with us?" He asked as Garret turned to look at him again. "No." He chuckled again. "Hah. Figured as much. You didn't look the type. But, hey, I dount any of us here will say or do anything to stop you. Most of us left the Seireitei to get away from their oppressive and authoritarian policies. No freedom, you know. We're free here, and we respect that freedom. A man ought to chose the way his life will go." The gentleman said.

"Your stuff is there, under the table. At least what we found on you." Garret turned towards the table, spotting his travelling back as well as his clothes. The smell of tobacco hit his nose as the elderly man lit up a pipe. Garret made his way over and began to get himself changed. There was silence between the two as he worked, and finally when he was fully dressed and outfitted, Garret slid his great weapon into onto its holder. "Shame you won't join us, but...hey, it's your life. Good luck out there." The man waved as Garret began to leave the armory.

"You too."

[Jikken Kaze]

"What?! It's dark down here? How do these mole people see anything!?" Kaze complained, not knowing that moles didn't have very good vision. "You aren't helping Jikken!" I'll help, WHEN YOU FIGHT SOMETHING! "Stupid combat programing....." Kaze muttered, pouting as he emerged on the other side of the hole, located at the ceiling. And if it weren't for the fact that the mod soul could fly, he might have been in danger. As he floated down towards the ground, he noticed something unusual: he could barely see anything in this dark cave. Truly shocking. The next thing he noticed, was the vague silhouettes of what seemed to be pillars holding the ceiling up.

THIRD, he noticed some Hawaiian hipster punk talking at him. He was content with ignoring said punk, until a flash of light blinded him, and he was hit with a ball of fire. Due to his eyes trying to adjust to the low lighting of the room, the sudden flash of fire disoriented him, giving him little room to dodge the unexpected assault. Unfortunately for him, his armor made could not hold up from the attack, destroying it entirely. "AGH!" He yelled, as he flew over towards where one of the pillars he saw was. He smashed into it, injuring his back and leaving a burn mark across his chest in the process.

Rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hand, and his injured back, he reactivated his armor, accidentally dropping his phone into it, destroying the device along with the pillar. A loud screeching started up as armor clashed with itself. It sounded like hundreds of knives being sharpened at once, echoing throughout the cave, coming from the scarred exile. Sending himself flying backwards going through pillar one, he sees if he couldn't go through another one. Which he did. Causing the pillar to crumple as he passed through it, causing the roof to let loose an ominous rumble. That rumble only grew louder as he continued smashing face first into more of the cave's supports, moving at his current max speed.

He could hear the roof begin to fall apart after losing a great deal of its support. He finally stopped rubbing his eyes, partial night vision returning to him. "Stupid fire. At least he isn't as strong as my sister." He says flipping over mid flight, letting him look up, to see the collapsing ceiling. His eyes pop. "AHHHHHHH!" He turns around, diving into the ground, with his armor making a hole for him to get away in time as to not get crushed. Not that he would, but his instinct isn't high enough to remind him of that all the time.

Rietasu remaining: 700/1500
dark storm: 1/7. 400