The Overseer Seed [DE, Medium]

[Hebika Nara]

Name: [Insert Here] - The Overseer Seed

Participants: [Insert Here] - Any, 3 slots max

Location: [Insert Here] - 20.7990° N, 30.3493° E

Difficulty Level: [Insert Here] - Medium

Setting: [Insert Here] DE

Plotline: [Insert Here] - A number of odd rumors have been spouting. Talk of monsters. Monsters of animal form that are ravaging Europe, Africa, Asia. Sightings of horrible beings like humanoid animals destroying property, killing people. Based on the distribution of reports, the epicenter of these events center in the heart of northern Abri, Sudan. Deep within the area, a number of monsters are appearing: Beastclan. Only these monsters seem very physical. They are visible to humans, but no less deadly. Deep within Africa, a power has woken, and is spawning these monstrosities. It must be stopped.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [Insert Here] Class 5-2

Estimated Time Until Completion: [Insert Here] - At least 4+ pages

Starts: [Insert Here] - Just north of the projected epicenter of the sightings. A number of beings have converged and seek to spearpoint a mission to where these beasts seem to be originating. Because of the implications of beastclan actually leaking out into the world of the living, this mission has become a priority to the effect that even the major factions have issued an order not to engage with other participants unless necessary. This threat NEEDS dealing with.

Special Conditions: [Insert Here] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[Impossible]

I'll join.

[Hebika Nara]

(Assuming we get no more participants, you will be getting an opening post this evening. Just to put it out, there is no set deadline for posts to start off but one may be imposed if necessary.)

1 slot remaining

[Beast]

I'll give it a go.

[Hebika Nara]

It was... quiet...

The rendezvous point was a warehouse originally built as a waypoint along a trade route running through the region. Halfway between the nearest town and the nearest natural source of water, the warehouse had been but a part of a much larger construction project planned to build an entire town between the two spots as a means of making travel between the two places easier. And indeed, halfway through that construction it had almost seemed like things were going to be going alright! But the fact of the matter was that it simply wasn't in the cards.

Various rumors and talk about what had been going on had been ocurring for about a week now, but really SoulSociety had either deemed the credibility of it's sources inadequate or perhaps Central 46 simply didn't WANT to believe that this sort of thing was going on. And when those who had been called to DEAL with this finally arrived, it might be understandable why. Wether it was through Uzaki Enterprise's deployment of Impossible. The sending of a scout from SoulSociety. Or simply a lone rogue's curiosity when suddenly there were a whole lot less hollows in an area. The fact of the matter was that the place was SUPPOSED to be a hotspot.

---

Impossible had been only just fitting into the role of his new promotion. Hell, he might not even have gotten his first updated paycheck when he was informed of the mission. Some individuals in Abri had been sent to prospect the 'rumors' surrounding the place. However when they had arrived apparently the Shinigami had already been engaged with the enemy. From what Impossible had been told, the UE representatives hadn't yet engaged but had asked for backup in case the shinigami started pointing fingers over why this was happening.

You couldn't be too careful when it came to those blackrobes. As helpful as Uzaki Enterprises had been, it didn't mean that more than a few shinigami weren't too FOND of their place in the world being elbowed into. UE was notorious in a sort of... first responders kinda role. They kept things in line until Shinigami could take a swing. But this time around it was the shinigami that had swung first, and from what the UE rep had said, it didn't look like they were gonna be happy when the battle was over. So Impossible was asked to come in and help with cleanup crew. Maybe make sure that the shinigami didn't maybe cross a line that couldn't be UNcrossed.

---

Grodd's deployment was a bit less.... coordinated. INITIALLY the plan was that Grodd was to be sent in along with a team of four other shinigami, INCLUDING one of Squad Thirteen's's Fourth seats. While Grodd would technically be OIC of the mission, he had been advised that because of his.... communication barriers, that the fourth seat would be coordinating the operation. And that Grodd was to cooperate to the best of his ability. A bit of a sour order, but surely nothing Grodd wasn't TOO unused to.

Only problem was that when Grodd DID arrive, he was told that the rest of the scout team had already left. That ole Fourth Seat had gotten a bit TOO impatient and decided that a mute third seat wouldn't even be necessary for putting down a few mongrels. The one who TOLD Grodd about this, a lowly keeper of the senkaimon deployment station, looked pretty sheepish when she was telling him this, avoiding eye contact and trying her darndest to be optimistic, and after tripping over her words a few more times she had a senkaimon opened up and apologized as he was let through.

---

Garret was obviously not the kind of man who HAD deployments. Shunned by everyone, anyone, anyTHING. He was a cursed man. A man who was on his own most of the time, with vert few friends in the world. And like every other night, he begun his night preparing for the inevitable swarm of hollows. The cloud of those monsters that plagued him each and every night. A guy like him wasn't one who balked at the sight of corpses. But that night... when the darkness came, and his body felt the chill it so often felt when he was waiting for those first hollows to pop out of nowhere. For once.... there was nothing.

Or at least, something close to nothing.

Naturally Garret wouldn't just stay put when hollows didn't show up right away. Maybe it some stray clouds had made it LOOK like night an hour or so too early, or maybe a storm beyond his sight was playing tricks on how much light was in the sky. Chances were, he'd just keep on moving right? Only, as he kept on walking, and time passed on, it would become clearer and clearer that something wasn't right. And not long after he was CERTAIN that it was really night he would see them.

The bodies.

Bits and pieces of hollow. Mangled, strewn about in numbers even Garret would be surprised by, and that truly was saying something. And the more he walked in one PARTICULAR direction, the more dense these piles of corpses would get. And of course, being the kind of man who knew hollows like Garret did, he would probably figure that hollows that gathered in large groups, especially a violent one, was not good news.

If he was gonna get any answers, he'd have to follow the bodies.

---

Deployed as insurance. Left behind and struggling to catch up. Or just curious as to why it wasn't such a bad night to have a curse. Three brave men would find themselves in that half-built town. And likely as it were, none of them qould likely be quite understanding of what it was they had found themselves in the middle of, because as they approached those last MASSIVE dunes that formed a natural barrier around the area, they wouldn't see the fight they were expecting to walk in on. They wouldn't get the sudden rush of violence and combat saturating the air.

They would hear nothing. And saw little more.

The place was deserted. Or as deserted as a mass grave could be. Piles of bodies lie just abut everywhere. Some piles as tall as the buildings that were being constructed. Practical mountains and dunes of corpses littered that half-finished roadstop. Humans... shinigami.... hollows. and bits and pieces of something they probably wouldn't be too familiar with. As the records had shown that a number of beastclan reiatsu signatures had been picked up. Or at least on Soul Society's side. So naturally a few odd corpses were to be expected. Only none were showing up. At least not the spiritual ones they expected. Buts and pieces of what LOOKED like massive claw bones were strewn here and there, jagged husks of what seemed like solid bone lying around.

Physical corpses.

And probably worst of all, through all the bodies and the destruction that had clearly been rent upon the area. There were no shadowy spots to hide the monsters. The area wasn't really all that built. There were not staring eyes beneath the piles of limbs and bodies. For all intents and purposes, when those three men happened upon this graveyard, there was nobody, and no thing, that was left around. As if everything involved in the fight had simply dropped dead. But of course, despite all of that, each and every one of them would have an indescribable sensation of somewhere, somehow. They were being WATCHED.

[Beast]

If the mission report said Beast clansmen, Grodd was quick to sign up for it. He was slowly becoming a Beast Clan hunter, though he'd yet to actually defeat one in battle... Regardless, he had come up against multiple beast clan and had a negative experience every time. Maybe if he met the right one, who understood him, he could find a kindred spirit in his bestial nature, but he had only met ones that he clashed with. Mostly misunderstandings, but clashes of opinion none the less. So when he heard of a mass grouping of Beastclan that were potentially slaughtering people... he had to act and sign up for the mission.

He was told that his command was being given to a lesser member of the Gotei 13. He was sour about that, but he sucked it up and went through the Senkaimon to meet his team... which left him alone, apparently. He flicked off the sky and flicked off the timid guard who had done nothing to stop them from leaving. Cursing in his head, because he couldn't spit curses out loud, he hurried to try and catch up. He wasn't fast, but he wasn't slow either. He hurried to catch the tracks of his fellow Shinigami, but he wasn't very successful...

He moved into the Sudanese city only to find heaps of bodies. It was... eerie and off putting. He could feel the Beast that was inside his soul stirring at the sight of all the death. Blood... Death... Blood... Subduing the Beast with pure willpower, Grodd steeled his mind and soul for the horrors of this half-finished town... Hopefully the fourth seat who had led the team hadn't gotten too mangled and unrecognizable. Grodd would like to kick his stupid corpse just out of spite for being left behind.

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{Stats/Abilities}

Stats



Strength - [300 x1.25 (375)] Points

Speed - [200] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200 x.75 (150)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200 x1.25 (250)] Points

Light Aura - [35] Points

Dark Aura - [65] Points

Instinct - [200 x.75 (150)] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [100 x1.25 (125)] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1100] Points



Skills


[Boxing] {2}

[Hakuda] {2}

[Pain Tolerance] {2}

[Strength of Will] {2}

Damage Recovery] {2}

[Cold Tolerance] {1}

[Mental Incantation] {1}

[Impossible]

The plane trip hadn't been all that bad to be honest. It was his first mission, both as an employee of Ue, and as one of their senior members. Ever since he joined the group, as well as Kazura under the 'guide' of Kitai Yoru, his main purpose was mostly for information gathering, something that he was fairly adept at thanks to his extreme sensory levels, and analysis. Still, he wasn't quite sure he was ready for something on this level. His mind toiled over all the ways something like this could go wrong, all the while, scaring the waitress and eating all their peanuts on the plane ride.

Still, it wasn't supposed to be too bad of a mission. Aside from the legion of those crazy guys, who Ue was allied with apparently no matter how loosely, he was mostly there to be cleanup or something, so he figured he'd be fine, so long as he didn't step on anyone's toes, or no one mentioned him glowing. Heaven have mercy on anyone who mentioned him glowing, because he certainly wouldn't be giving them any. Still, these 'shinigami' were crazy and trigger happy, he'd have tread lightly, not show off any of his odder abilities.

After arriving in the half-built town, Impo could instantly tell something was wrong. Mostly because of all the dead scattered across the roads. Mismatched eyes were wide in shock and confusion. And the stench of blood was overpowering, forcing the failure to cover his face with his hand and shirt to keep away the smell. He wanted to know, to know how the shinigami managed to f#%k up this badly. He could feel the eyes, watching him. He summoned his flood, and it quickly wrapped around him, occupying all the space around him within ten feet.

He tried using his energy sensory to find anything still alive, to find what was keeping watch of him. He had seen things die before, he had killed several hollows before, but never dead bodies. And boy were there a lot of bodies, more human than he cared to admit. Here he was now, in a ghost town, surrounded by walls of sand, on a mission that he had no idea on how to follow, now that there were no shinigami left. Well, there were shinigami left, just none fit to lead. Or breath. Impo was trying his best not to freak out and focus on his surroundings.

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{Stats and skills}Stats and skills: [Strength - (75-.25%) 56 points
Speed - (100-.25%) 75
Spiritual Pressure - 225 points
Reiatsu Strength - 750 points
Light Aura - 100
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - (400+100%) 800 points
Senses - (300+100%) 600 points
Energy sensory - (200+100%) 400 points
Healing Expertise - 0 points

1300 Sp total]

[Analyzing ] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Battle Analysis] {2}
[Learning] {2}
[Mental incantation] {2}
[Calm mind] {2}

[Hebika Nara]

Grodd would, sadly, have no sch luck finding the officer that had left him behind. Just more blood and viscera. And.... a noise. every now and then, as Grodd searched among the bodys, from behind him he would hear it. The soft little shifting tapping. A sort of rapid drumming that would seem to be surrounding him. But of course, whenever he turned to look for whatever it was that was making the noise as that rattling would seem to stop, vanishing into nothing, and leaving nothing for him to do but stare at the piles.

Of course, Grodd WAS a fairly smart individual. Likely, when he noticed that.... noise... he would naturally do what any sensible individual would do: Namely use his energy sensory. If he chose to do so, he would be so very... surprised, likely. As a spiritual pressure would be felt from every single one of those corpses around him. Each and every one of them seemed to still be generating reiatsu despite the fact that they were OBVIOUSLY dead.

But whether he was using his energy sensory or not, he would notice SOMETHING was up.Because soon, that skittering noise was growing louder.
TktktktktktktktktktK
That shuffling, tapping madness, Here and there, the bodies would begin to rustle slightly. He'd see a corps squirm here. A sudden fresh spurt of blood there. All around him there was suddenly a wet, slimy sucking noise as the corpses suddenly began to shift all around him. Some of them shifting, rolling over, soft little rasping wheezes beginning to sound as lungs shifted and expelled air. Grodd was assaulted by noise and motion all around him. Until finally the dull, cracking, snap of bone rang through the air.

Just near his foot, the body of what had once been a yong, probably attractive blonde shinigami moved, just a little, that uniform shifting over her bisected body before the dull crackle of flesh being moved out of the way sounded, and suddenly, Grodd would be treated to the sight of a very pale, very LARGE grub eating it's way out of the corpse. It's slimy, mucus-blood covered face tilting up in his direction and opening it's wet little face to show an array of tiny little teeth. And it began crawling towards him.

They all did.

No less than ten of the little things was crawling out of the corpses nearest to him. Each and every one of them freeing themselves from the corpse they had been incubating in for the last goodness knows how long. Thankfully they were incredibly slow, and at the slow, slimy pace they were crawling in his direction with, it was very likely that they weren't a direct threat unless he actually had the dullwittedness to step on one. It wouldn't be until a very loud buzzing noise sounded behind him that he would likely identify any REAL threat. Namely in the form of the creature that was slowly coming into sight behind him. It's body slowly coming out of camouflage, a 12 foot tall vespid. A massive wasp. And Not one of the pleasant-looking ones.

It was a solitary wasp. It's body was thin, and gangly, it's arms and legs incredibly long and thin, and even it's waist was grotesquely out of wack in the middle, with the midsection seeming to be a bare five inches across before returning to normal width at the actual torso and abdomen. Even with it's disgusting, carapace-clad body, it was just barely noticable that the insect was female. All he would get to see was a sharp, narrow, painted face staring at him before the being's face opened up, it's lower jaw a pair of mandibles as it unleashed a very LOUD shrill hiss before those wings suddenly began to roar in that loud buzzing, and without even a word that thing attempted to launch itself up and into the air before beelining for the warehouse. Attempting to leave him behind with it's hungry grubs. The nearest of which would at that point be just two feet from his left foot, and agonizingly closing in with it's gross little mouth wide open.

---

Impo's senses would actually do him well. With him being not that far away, it would be exceedingly easy for him to sense not only Grodd in the distance, as well as the several piles of grub-infused bodies that were around him, but the massive wasp beast that seemed to be zipping toward the warehouse. Great for him! He wouldn't sense a thing around him that was giving off any reiatsu. But unlike a certain caveman, Impo also had some very incredible senses. Even as the wind howled around him, he would still very distinctly hear one, solitary noise not three feet from him. The sound of a heartbeat: slow and steady. The sound of something very alive near him, more specifically, coming from a lump of earth not too far from his own location.

Much to Impo's luck however, there was no sudden horror-style reveal of anything crawling up out of the ground. Whatever was near him seemed to either be asleep or hiding away, meaning that he may very well have inadvertantly snuck around whatever was lying a few inches under all that sand and dirt. If he wanted, he could probably try to investigate what that little lump was under the dirt. Or, to be cautious, he could simply kill whatever it was was hiding there. Heck, even if it was an ally, it wouldnt' be all that hard to blame their death on something else right?

Of course the third option was he could ignore it. After all, that big-ass wasp and it's little decitette of little baby grubs were the only noticeable threat in the area. He could Leave the little lump be and just focus on either the warehouse, or even dealing with the shingiami that was probably a good thirty to fifty meters away. Despite how late to the scene the man was, he was TECHNICALLY still early for the scheduled time he was supposed to be here. If anything, at the very least he was on time, and he had plenty of leisure to deal with this little situation as he felt fit.

Grubs have static stats of 25 in every category.

Solitary Wasp Lady is moving at a speed of 500 but otherwise not much else is known aside from the fact that she was using the Camouflage ferality technique.

[Beast]

All around him there were noises and the rustling of bodies. Grodd continued to spin around at each new noise and motion, focusing his energy sensory on that area and sensing something foreign. It soon revealed itself to be these huge bug-like creatures with huge teeth. Glancing down at his bare feet, he knew that he didn't want those to bite him, especially given the huge amount of death surrounding him. There was a grub not two feet from him, inching closer. That one he attempted to shoot with a Byakurai straight through it's dumb head-section.

Using Horin to grab an unidentifiable corpse from a safe distance, he ripped off both arms with his mighty strength and threw the rest of the torso at a pair of grubs coming closer to him. That might do no more than feed them, but he intended to wield the arms like a long club and bash any creatures that came too close to him. He didn't want to use his bare hands and feet and his Zanpakutou was a little too short to be able to cut into them without kneeling down and getting right up in their teeth. So he would attempt to bash them with two arms of a dead woman.

He had no time to worry about the Wasp lady right now. He had to keep himself from being another corpse in a pile.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,450/1,500 (-25 Byakurai, -25 Horin)

[Impossible]

His insane, slightly obsessive focus on having high senses was actually paying off. "So there is still good in the world." He muttered to himself, trying not to wake whatever things were inside the bodies. He could hear the buzzing of a bug, a really big bug, flying away from a still living thing, hopefully a shinigami, a ways away. He was about to make his way over there, when he heard something closer by. A beat, something thumping in an eerily familiar rhythm. A heart beat? Please be a heart beat. The beating was muffled, as if covered by... "Dirt.... Of f$%king course. Why wouldn't it be dirt? Why let Impo have anything in life be easy..." He said as he saw where the heartbeat was coming from.

Impossible knew his limitations very well, both in body and 'fullbring'. He knew that his body was very... sensitive to pain, and that he was likely to have quite the bit of trouble for himself if he decided to try and dig through the dirt with his bare hands. On the other side of that, he knew that his 'fullbring' was unable to dig the person, hopefully it was a person, due to how it worked. It could also be a trap, something ready and willing to lash out at the strange person who had a bad skin condition, due to the situation at hand.

Then again, Impo sure wasn't going to abandon someone he might have been able to save. He was a better person than that, and he wanted to stay true to it. He glared at the pile, really wishing that his order for those x-ray glasses hadn't been canceled. Kitai ranting and raving how useful they were, and Impo had to agree at this moment. Would have been so useful right now. Regardless, He had one ability that could work, but it was pretty draining for him, and he might need that energy later... "You had better not try to kill me." He said with a sigh.

The man lifted his left hand to the sky, and started channeling the technique. A white, bone-like substance was materializing above him. Impo wouldn't be able to dodge or move around at this time, though the ever looming threat of his 'fullbring' still surrounded his form, hopefully warding off any would-be attackers. The substance finished constructing itself. Now hovering above the young man's head, was a giant animal skull, roughly the size of a car, being twelve feet in length, and about five in width. Whatever animal it belonged to, if it did belong to one, it certainly had a smooth appearance to it.

The top of the head was smooth and flat, leaving plenty of room for anyone to lie or sit upon. It almost looked like a dinosaur skull, though maybe something belonging to a dragon would fit better. The left eye of the animal head was black, with a green iris and white pupil, with the right eye being a solid purple, matching Impo's eyes perfectly. "Now, let's get you out of there." He muttered again, pointing his finger towards the dirt pile, with the skull obeying. It inched forward, opening its jaws to try and bite through the mound, and pick the survivor out. He also commanded some of his flood with it, just incase he needed to suppress the person.

Skull slayer: 500
Total reiatsu: 1750/2250

[Hebika Nara]

Grodd would find his actions astoundingly effective. The grubs did not seem combat-worthy and easily were destroyed by his aggressive assault with the arms of the cadaver. With those violent clubbing, the grubs around Grodd were quickly reduced to writhing mush, while that wasp safely made it to the warehouse. For now it seemed that Grodd was out of the frying pan. Though with his senses, he would notice that there were now several loud buzzing noises coming from the warehouse as opposed to just one. In any case, the shinigami HAD earned himself a respite. None of the other bodies seemed closed to ejecting the grubs that were buried inside of them, so Grodd had some time.

It was clear that no survivors were around him, but there was the warehouse as WELL as Impo nearby. And now that he was closer he could also see a few other structures around the warehouse, a set of what appeared to be two small lookout towers on either side of the warehouse, as well as a shed between him and Impossible. He had a number of options he could pursue at this point, including just getting the hell out of there. But of course that would be up to him.

---

Impossible would indeed be treading thin ice with his decision. However, the body didn't seem to explode when it was lifted gingerly off the ground by that massive skull of his, and the body actually seemed quite limp were it not for the soft little feminine groan that escaped from it. If Impo took the time to put her down and actually inspect her he would find that it was, in fact, a shinigami, and a very damaged one at that. Missing their left arm, she looked like she SHOULD have bled out by now, though she didn't seem to be bleeding at all.

Of course this would mean that Impo would have to release the woman from the jaws of that big skull, and also leaving himself open to any grubs that might be hiding inside of her. Unlike the corpses, she had her own spiritual pressure and as such it would be hard to tell if there was anything hiding inside of her. That said, either way it would become increasingly obvious that with her excavation, she would soon be waking up. He would have to decide wether he could trust her enough to let her live. He was not part of the sereitei, and there was no telling how she would react to being in that skeletal mouth, or just near him at all.

And by the way she was squirming, it didn't look like he had a ton of time to decide.

[Beast]

Grodd felt slightly out of breath as he finished slamming the corpses' arms into the last grub. He looked around and didn't see any in the immediate area and tried to think about the best course of action. The way he saw it, he had four options. Stay where he was, among the grubs and where the bee lady last saw him. Go to the warehouse, where the bee lady went and where a buzzing noise is coming from. Go to a watch tower, which he knew nothing about and could have anything there, or go to the nearest shelter that looked like a shack.

His gut instinct said go to the nearest place, the shack, and hide out and see what was happening. Why were there so many corpses around and were they hostile to literally everything? Or were they just hungry? Whatever the reason for the mass graves, Grodd needed to make sure that the zookeeper wasn't involved. Whenever it came to odd animals or beast clan, that stupid man was usually involved. Also, it's not like Grodd really liked the Beast Clan that he had come into contact with. So he decided to investigate but first hide out in the shack and see if he could wait out the worst of it.

[Impossible]

Impo glided his finger through the air, pointing to the center of the road. The skull followed obediently, moving wherever his finger pointed, though the ability was far more complex than that. While this ability was active, he and the skull had shared vision. Whatever the skull saw, so did he. The dragon-like skull wasn't sentient, merely a second set of eyes, a puppet moved and controlled by the minute movements of his fingers and hand. It was a pain to get used to at first, but thanks to his insane level of instinct, he was able to manage it.

Twitching his fingers in a certain way, the skull gently placed the shinigami on the ground. It might not have been the softest place to have put her, but he didn't have a whole lot of safe options available to him at the moment. Sure, he could have flown her to the top of a building or something, but based on her groan, she was starting to wake up, and he didn't want her trying to run off the side of a roof. There was also the safety risk to himself. He didn't know what she could do, ands he didn't want any damage to come to the skull. It was quite frail.

Right now, Impo was scared, and his skin reflected that. All over his visible skin were patches of yellow, as well as green to represent how unbelievably nervousness he was. He wanted to live through this madness, to get even with Kitai, to get his skin to STOP GLOWING! He saw the woman shinigami stir. He moved the skull away from the lying woman, moving it out of her vision, letting him view her from two different angles, as well as still observe his surrounding with his senses. He needed to get her attention before she saw the dragon head. "Hey, on a scale of dead to not dead, how well can you walk?" He asked, hopefully drawing her focus.

The woman was missing her left arm, though she apparently stopped bleeding. Whether that was by something she did to cauterize the wound, or managing to get it to clot was beyond him. He was no expert in the medical field, and wasn't sure if that was a fatal injury to shinigami. He had heard a few stories from his 'mentor' that the reapers were more durable than the average human. If the woman started to freak out, he'd tell her that he was sent by Uzaki to help with the situation. If she threw an attack at him, he'd grab the attack with his flood. If she burst into grubs, or a bee woman or some sort of nightmarish thing, then he might be forced to attack.

[Hebika Nara]

It would be a fairly easy way to the shack. While Grodd could sense the maggots in the corpses, none of them seemed particularly close to emerging as he passed by, so it went by without a hitch. Of course, as he approached that shack, his spiritual sense WOULD tip him off about something. Because of his proximity to the warehouse, once he came within exactly fifty feet of the warehouse, and subsequently about a few meters or so from the shack, he would feel a VERY pronounced power coming from the warehouse itself. The sudden spike in energy was so high that he would actually feel his hewad burst with sensation.

True, his high energy sense served him well, but this was VERY powerful. Thankfully his spiritual senses weren't TOO high, so the sudden rush would be something he could get over with quickly, but even so it would be almost like walking down a quiet hallway and suddenly hearing a frag grenade going off. And he would definitely know that it was coming from the warehouse. From this distance thanks to his slightly better hearing than normal, he might even notice a distinct pattern to the buzzing, almost like it was a chant.

But in any case, back to the shack! The thing was bolted locked. It was a simple, non-spiritual lock, almost conspicuous that a place where spiritual beings might have been setting up camp would have locked it so feebly. The lock was obviously new, so it wasn't just something that had been there a while. That said, the lock seemed like it wouldn't be all that hard to break off, though honestly the thing it was locked into would probably snap before the metal of the lock itself did. It all depended on just how badly Grodd wanted to get into the shack.

---

Impo in the meantime, with his lovely little captive, would actually soon get a better picture of the little lady he had excavated as she rolled over, rubbing her face, removing the dirt that had been caking it and trying her best to get a hold of her surroundings. It wasn't long until enough of the dirt had been cleared away for the girl to look up at Impossible with those blood-red eyes of hers, a sudden frown crossing the girl's features as immediately she scooted a little away from him.

Given how sensitive he was, he would immediately feel a very positive vibe from him. Her light aura strong enough to trip off his own sense of empathy quite well. Given his own light aura, he would immediately see the good in her, and there was a LOT of it, almost a smuch as his own as the girl seemed suddenly startled. "FUCK! Where am I?! Why was I asleep?!" that soft bell of a voice was heard in a panick, her arms raising as if to protect herself as she looked wildly around, until those bloody red eyes fixated on Impossible's skin and she paused.
"Ohfuck!A bomb!" She whispered more to herself than him, again scooting away from him.

Whomever she was, she seemed to sense fairly quickly just how spiritually unstable Impo was. whatever it was that had happened immediately forgotten when she saw him. It was clear how immediately afraid she was, and she swallowed audibly when she got a small distance from him, though in just a few seconds she did seem to pause, as if reading him, much like he was reading her. "Who are you, I don't remember calling in any backup..." She muttered. It was very clear that she didn't know how she'd been knocked out, let alone buried. Whatever had happened, it was clear she didn't know entirely what had gone on, possibly having been taken out of the fight early.

But at least she wasn't violent.

[Beast]

On his way to the shack, Grodd felt an immense presence and pressure coming from the warehouse. He stumbled, nearly falling to his knee, then managed to recover as he grew accustomed to the sensation and his head began to clear. Now, more than ever, he did not want to go to that Warehouse. He made it to the shack and began to look around. It was locked, with no windows to see inside. The pounding pressure from the warehouse was clouding his energy sensory too, so he had no idea what was going on inside the shack.

With a shrug, he kicked at the door to knock it in and break the lock with his powerful strength. You only live once...