Hungry Hungry Hollows [Yaksha/Keira]

[Yaksha Dokuja]

The roads of Dosojin Junction were packed with cars, and no normal person would've been able to get more than a few feet before finding themselves blocked in. But Yaksha lurked through the streets quietly, with a poise that made it seem like it was perfectly natural for him to pass through every car he met, and an air of what almost could've passed for entitlement; this was a place he had every right to be, and he knew it. Anyone who tried to tell him otherwise would've had as much luck telling a rock to weep. He flicked the occasional hand, sending thin scratches along car doors, and bending side-view mirrors. He could already see people starting to glare at their neighbors, all but certain where these things were coming from...and he laughed. None of them would've wanted to know if they could. On any other day, he may have lingered around, and sought out some lucky-or unlucky, perhaps. Who could tell?-soul with even just a hint of spiritual awareness, and pull his strings. But today he had work to do and places to be.



He had felt the enormous outpouring of reiatsu from nearly the other side of the town; the anguished cries of a soul preparing to turn was unmistakable to Yaksha. He was moving through the cars, almost reflexively toying with every vehicle he passed, but he had a clear goal. He had followed the string of reaitsu, and even now he could hear ragged breathing, and almost heart-wrenching whimpers. Yaksha remembered that sound; it was the sound of a soul in the last stages of losing its mind. The hunger was coming, preparing to overtake it...and around it there were two, perhaps even three hundred people, all packed in their vehicles and buckled tight. It was as good as a buffet...But for whom? There's always a bigger fish...and you hooked me. Let's see if you can keep me on the line?



He began to hunch forward, his hands slipping out from the ragged cloth he wore. The fingers on them began to waggle back and forth dangerously, while he scraped one of them along the ground; sparks flew up, hitting nearby cars and falling off, and a few of the humans began to ogle at the inexplicable flames forming. Yaksha shook his head back and forth, slinking closer and closer to the almost fully-formed hollow. "Gods...your reaitsu is almost suffocating. This close, I can barely even breathe. What kind of hollow you would've made...I would've loved to see. But this is just too appetizing for me to resist...not to mention the fact that you'd almost certainly attract too much attention. No, no...you have to go."



The man turned to Yaksha; it was a body-builder, his entire body rippling with muscles. He seemed to have been crossed with a gorilla somehow, as thick fur was growing along his entire body; his clothing was lost somewhere within, and the first vestiges of his mask were forming, the thick whitish substance flowing over his face. He managed to whisper as his eyes rolled around in pain. "I...please...make it stop hurting."



"It doesn't stop hurting. Not even when it's done. All I can do for you is this..." Yaksha's head shot forward, and there was a crunching sound as his teeth snapped shut around the mask, crushing it. There was a sigh of relief, and the faint sounds of someone trying their best to eat politely while using just their hands.

[Kiera Bright]

Normally Keira would not be out and about in the middle of the day. She was a pretty anti-social person, and her condescending attitude and violent temperament did not help her when it came to being sociable. The girl was fairly small, and anyone could see that she was fairly malnourished. Her skin was a sickly pale with nearly no pigmentation in her skin. Her hair was a dark pink color varying in length from collar bone length to jaw length with a side pony tail. She wore a simple, dirty, white dress underneath a dirty tattered lab coat. Keira walked along the side walk making sure that she kept her distance from everyone. 

She had been trying to study hollows over the past week, but had little success. The damned things were just too wild for her to capture. She tired fighting them until they were too tired to fight, but she would either often times kill them on accident due to her over eagerness or their desperation to kill her. It was a giant pain in the ass. She glared down at the side walk both in an attempt to think, and avoid having to engage people. She needed to think of a way for her to contain a hollow long enough for her to actually be able to experiment on them. Its not like she can experiment on the corpses, they always disappear when they die.

Keira felt something strange. Her inquisitive mind demanded that she check it out. She picked up her pace jogging through the crowded sidewalk. Why did it have to be so crowded? Didn't people have anything better to do that be out walking around? She decided to try to cut through some of the alleys to avoid the thicker clumps of people. Luckily she knew most of them from walking around at night during her hunts for components. She made her way quickly to the location of the strange presence. She could see a spirit going through some kind of painful metamorphosis. Quickly Keira Bright rummaged through her lab coat pockets to find a note pad and pen. She quickly jotted down notes about what she was seeing. 

It seemed that this spirit was transforming into a hollow. Keira thought that this would finally be her chance. At least she could see how exactly whey were made. Quickly a second presence was moving in on their position. She ducked back into the alley, so she can remain hidden and see what is going on. She saw another hollow approach the one that was forming. Oh, an opportunity to see how hollows interact. Keira's bright pink eyes light up at the thought, but something seemed off. That other hollow was getting awfully close. It just kept getting closer and closer...it finally hit her what was going to happen. She tried running out of the ally and into the street. She formed a large arm out of her energy to protect her from the on coming cars. The tall blackish, purplish arm would cause any frightened driver to slam on their brakes no doubt causing some wrecks. 

But in the end she was too late. The fully formed hollow was already eating the forming hollow. "Nooo you fucking dumbass!" She shouted at the hollow not caring if the normal people could or could not see who she was shouting at. "Do you know what your are eating!? You destroyed my research specimen!" She growing more and more angry at the second. She was tempted to form another one of her flood arms to kill it. It would have been justice for the lose to science. Her eyes shot daggers at the hollow, her small, pale fists clenched tightly. She was almost too angry to think of the other possibilities that stared her right in the face.