Tolls of Bells Beginning [Social/R/Kuroi-Takashi]

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Jul 3, 2015 23:00:41 GMT -5 Takashi Kuchiki said:

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ The silence of the eternal night was broken by the sounds of roaring hollow. The loud screams signifying their mindless endeavor to reach a rather ambitious dream. Unaware, they prowled the area until their own hunger grew within them. The sadist cycle of rebirth and consumption bringing about an array of power. Here, within the confines of the forest was a potential breeding ground for these creatures. One in perhaps a million would find their own kin satisfying their own taste. This potential grew and was sought out by those who in tern sought power. Was the world simply an ongoing cycle of consumption? A cool breeze would be caste over the area as the leaves rustled. There was a figure that seemed to emerge from out of the rustled forest. His eyes clear pearl blue in color. As though gems had been placed within them. The eyes were caste outwards towards the forest. They pierced through the darkness as the sound of clicking heels against the cobblestone-esq ground emitted. From the area the outline of a figure would begin to form. The eyes slowly took shape as the body followed behind them. The outlines of white hair slowly began to show as the former Shinigami came into view. With his hands at his sides, his expression held a calm yet serious look upon it. There was no worries nor any sense of urgency in the man's face. It was as though ehw wasn't phased by anything any longer. Perhaps it was the recent companion that he had been forced to take. He would have been lying to himself if he didn't say he enjoyed it however. It was quite dull having to combat against those who weren't as skilled as you were. It had been a long time since he had faced a challenge that was worthy. There was something about him that seemed beyond the capacity of what the white hair was capable as of yet. There was a spark of excitement within him at this prowess. It was perhaps the only thing that he felt aside from a rather distant feeling since his last encounter. The memories of that were still fresh in his mind but he knew he could never go back to that woman. It was now time to continue his own journey and look for what he was going to find in himself. Regardless, now was not the time to dwindle with such thoughts. It was quite difficult however, given the silence of the forest and his traveling companion. Takashi's eyes fell upon the forest for a moment as the silence slowly began to fall. "We have not seen anything as of yet." he commented. He finally broke the silence as he turned. He kept his sheath next to his left hip. The coat he wore was patched up in a gray color. There was a variety of different designs upon it, clearly, it wasn't of his choosing but he wore it anyhow. His blue eyes trailed towards his traveling leader to see if he was still with him. He had zoned out quite a few times, who knows if he was still around or off doing whatever he fancied. He had hoped he would finally explain just what it was that they were doing out here. ♕ 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)

[Zou ۞]

"Soon." Was the response from the man in front of Takashi. In a black cloak of his own, this was an Arrancar of indescribable power. When they weren't close enough to sense his malice, Hollows of Menos forest gathered around, detecting a strong reiatsu that could feed them for days. With each step he took, they scattered. His aura was too terrifying for those meager, meek little things. Among all of the Arrancar to serve Las Noches, the former Segunda Espada possessed the most malevolent killing intent, and the most piercing aura. His hair was unruly and black, and his eyes were dark like an abyss. With each step he took, the Menos Forest quivered. This man had once been the Segunda Espada, but no more. Now he was stronger than any Espada, and was meant to sheathe them. He was an Envainar, the Envainar of Hope, who was meant also to extinguish all Hope within those unfortunate enough to lay eyes on him.

This was the Envainar of Hope, Kuroi Naito. This very same Arrancar no longer felt that Sonken Kouhai was entitled to the full extent of his loyalty or services. That was why they had come all this way, trekked through miles of the Menos Forest. More than two hours after Takashi had first asked his question, the dim light began to take an orange hue. In total it had taken them more than three days of walking to get here, and finding their way back would have been impossible were it not for the tenacity of Kuroi making such a thing seem possible. The journey would have been exhausting for anyone else, even the Espada, and few could have survived getting here. Yet Kuroi and Takashi had made it, and grew closer still to their goal. As they drew near, there would be the sounds of moaning, screaming, and Despair. They were arriving somewhere that contained an aura so dreadful that Takashi, who had never before been here, might be forced to all fours to vomit.

It was the most putrid experience he would ever have, and the most mentally scarring. The true horror of this terrible place would come to fruition when they saw a large, red portal fashioned from fire. It was circular, and simply lay floating in between two enormous yet insignificant rocks. As soon as he looked at the portal, Takashi would begin to feel dread. The most terrifying thing he had ever experienced, and all of the worst emotions he had ever experienced. None of them were worth even the smallest fraction of what looking at the portal gave to him. "Do not look at it, and do not touch it." Was all Kuroi said when they were in view. The dread could only intensify as they walked, not into the portal, but past it. They went around the rocks, and walked for another hour. There was no point in telling the Shinigami that they had just passed the only existing portal to Hell, from which the Akki Grimoire Acero had come.

Another twenty minutes of walking, and the glow began to fade. In its place, there was a sharp sound of metal on metal. Kuroi stopped abruptly. He turned toward the Shinigami that had followed him all this way, and now began to explain himself. "What lies up ahead is called the Hell Forge. Including you, now only five know that this place exists, including the two who dwell here. You will experience a test of your power when we draw nearer. The guard is strong, and you must slay him. The man that we have come to see will assist us with what we need after his guard's head rolls." The man that worked the Hell Forge, The Hell Smith, was the first of those whose service Kuroi intended to recruit for the sake of his ambition. While Takashi Kuchiki and Kuroi Naito were a pair, Takashi would also see what it was that Kuroi intended, all in due time. In this cavern miles below the White Desert of Hueco Mundo, a revolution would begin.

[Takashi Kuchiki]

(Whoo Sorry about that lateness i'm good now )

Jul 3, 2015 23:00:41 GMT -5 Takashi Kuchiki said:

i'm indestructible! ♕ take a last look around while you're alive. ▼ Soon he says. Takashi thought to himself. The White Hair shinigami trudged through the eternal night. This hellish wasteland began to tie a knot into his stomach. There was something about it that caused him to grow more and more ill. It didn't take any sort of sixth sense to surmise the intense killing intent which came form Kuroi. The calm crystal blue eyes of the former shinigami known as Takashi remained externally calm. He found himself growing ill as they progressed. However, he decided to attempt to fight it with his shear will power. It wasn't until they continued deeper that this begrudging feeling became worse. He struggled to swallow due to the intense sensation he felt. He took a breath and each one felt like hell. Finding himself sweating slightly, he kept the same face he had always had. He could hear the noises. There was no way to drown them out in any case. The sound of eternal hell nearing. There was no way for him to speak. The man known as the Left hand of Kuroi could feel terror. He forced himself not to show anything. His exhaustion wore deep despite his impressive physical stamina. He began shaking. The air was thick was the scent of ten thousand rotting corpuses left out in the sunlight. He felt himself throw up in his mouth. Calming himself, he swallowed the bolus once more before attempting to look up. He couldn't feel any more pain physically and mentally than this. Anything Sozen could muster would only be able to come close to this, or so it seemed. He could feel himself losing touch with reality. Takashi was attempting to look up when he heard Kuroi's voice. Had it not been for that, he would have given in to looking. Struggling to swallow once again he looked down at his own foot. Shaking. How was it that his foot was shaking? Was this really hell? Where was Kuroi taking him? Vomit. Another round in his mouth at the putrid stench. He forced himself to swallow it again. His mind could barely take more and only on his will was he left standing. His vision was blurry from time to time. It was a shaken walk that he was was able to muster for an hour. There was one point where he simply threw up, looking over his left shoulder. He simply wiped away any remains on his mouth with his sleeve and kept walking. Perhaps it was when they had entered did he feel the dread which had fully taken him. He felt pain unlike anything he had ever experienced in his entire life time. It had been another twenty minutes before the glow faded. It was like a sudden sucking of energy that made Takashi feel at ease again. His leg stopped shaking and the horrid sinking feeling was now gone. He let himself sigh for a moment before looking at Kuroi. Clearly, Takashi wanted some explanation. Where in the hell were they? It wasn't until Kuroi spoke of Hell that everything made sense. They were literally in hell. He listened though about this sacred and well hidden area. It was a sign of power and trust with Kuroi that Takashi held in high esteem. A test of power and slaying the guard. It seemed all too much like a fairy tail, a hellish one at that. It seemed their first move was to slay this guard. He wasn't sure what Kuroi had intended but he gave him a nod before slowly unsheathing his blade. "We must not lose time then." He spoke confidently as he walked forward. Kuroi would notice a bit of a discrepancy in his step. Takashi hadn't fully recovered from the intense strain it took to get here. Seriously, a warning would have been nice. But it wasn't like the Left Hand to complain and instead execute his duty. The time at hand would soon draw near. ♕ 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)

[Zou ۞]

The Infinite Darkness called to the Envainar of Hope like no other. Each step toward the Hell Forge took them further into misery. The effects of Hell on any psyche, even one as adjusted to Despair as Kuroi's, could not be underestimated. Each step brought voices into audible range to Kuroi. You were a fool, Kuroi... Kouen Akarui, the one that had inevitably betrayed Kuroi. I don't know, I think we've had some good times, don't you think? Asuka Hitotoki, a woman he had loved for the joy she brought to him. Kuroi's eyes narrowly glanced back at Takashi. He too likely heard voices of people from his past. What guilt would weigh upon him? Would he hear Sozen Kuchiki? His own parents? Or someone else before that? It did not matter. The Infinite Darkness beckoned to them both. They were two small men living in a big world that could not be easily understood. Today was the first step in their gaining the power to seize it.

The two arrived before a massive beast. Kuroi had seen the guard before, but it was larger than he recalled. It stood four meters tall on its hind legs and a fat human torso with gargantuan muscular arms covered in biceps, triceps, and what looked like new never before seen muscle formations. But the forge guard also had the head of a snarling boar, and held a massive ax in its hand. If Kuroi could have surmised its approximate physical strength, it would have been a safe estimation to state that it was twice Takashi's, or greater still. Not even Kuroi's Hierro could guard against that, and Takashi's sword would probably break against the ax additionally. Still, this wasn't a problem for the Envainar of Hope to deal with. It was Takashi who was being tested against it. If Kuroi had wished it, a series of tricks followed by a mere Cero would have dispatched the forge guard and they would be on their way.

"Your master is coming with us," Kuroi informed the forge guard. "Your life will be forfeit swiftly if you possess the intelligence to step aside." The guard looked at them with its beady black eyes, and Kuroi knew that things were not going to be as easy as all that. The Envainar of Hope had sized up the guard when he entered the room, and knew that it was a creature whose power was enough even for an average Vasto Lorde. Arrancar would also struggle against it. However, Kuroi was not average, and those whom he had chosen to be work with him were also not average. Dispatching this creature would be a matter of course for them, like breathing in and out. It was an automatic function. Reiatsu pulsated from Kuroi, the greatest killing intent in three worlds - an ocean of power the likes of which was often only witnessed once in anyone's lifetime, but for those acquainted with Kuroi would be witnessed again and again.

The guard flew forward. It's speed was approximately equivalent to Kuroi's, and so using Sonido to dodge was simple. It continued past where Kuroi had been, raising its ax and bringing it down on Takashi. Should the Kuchiki Shinigami fail to guard or evade, he would be sliced in half cleanly. But Kuroi had brought him along because he knew that the Shinigami would not fall so easily to so meek an enemy. There was no need to be worried. Once Kuroi had had subordinates for whom he worried. No longer. If he could not save anyone, then he would surround himself instead with allies so powerful that it did not matter if he could not defend them. They would be entirely self sufficient, and if they weren't then they could be replaced. Now it remained to see if Takashi could kill the forge guard, or if he was one whom Kuroi would have to replace later for weakness and incompetence.