Post by Nola Vilde on Dec 3, 2016 11:47:52 GMT -5
The crackle of knuckles against her skin barely even bothered her. She was.... so very tired. She had gone through a lot of memories... sifted through so much of her own fucking past. That when she had finally managed some alone time, trudged her way back out into the open air of the sereitei, Nola simply stared dully ahead when that mod soul attempted to slam his fist into her chest. Strangely... she didn't even feel the sudden stab of pain that usually went with the impact. No she just watched as the being simply twitched, it's arm promptly exploding in a vast bloody mess as thick bruises raced across it's skin, swelling, and then bursting in bloody spouts.
The Mod Soul's comrades immediately stopped their own attack. Suddenly pausing as they seemed hesitant to further approach the shinigami. It was of course at that moment that Nola noticed the bodies. And... perhaps... before a certain someone had gone and fucked her in the brain, she might have been horrified. She might have been reduced to being on her knees. But no. That Nola was gone. Nillia... or she supposed she should just call herself Nola for Simplicity's sake, honestly didn't care less. Those dead eyes simply stared calmly at the mod souls as they seemed to hesitate. Something seemed to happen among them and the lot of them charged.
The first enemy that moved within close range seemed just as stupid as his comrade. A blade was unsheathed, sliding from the left before it raced toward her face. She honestly could have blocked or dodged it, but she didn't even bother. That blase slashed and collided with her left cheek, just before lances of blood erupted from the mod soul's body. Her only surprise was the fact that it didn't kill them immediately. Those eyes narrowed as she saw him still moving. Almost immediately she flicked her wrist, a rush of reishi flowing along her palm as she formed a blade, immediately carving upward and cutting upward and along the mod soul's shoulder. She didn't even bother continuing to pay attention to them as two more popped up before her. This was getting annoying.
Her free hand rested on her zanpaku'to, pulling it free from it's own sheath and smiling a little to herself as she could almost feel the power that resided inside of it. "Nillia." She cooed to the sword. Unable to contain just how much enjoyment she was about to get out of this. Only when she attempted to release her shikai, she suddenly felt..... different. Her eyes widened and all of a sudden, that blade erupted in a massive black wave, her blade shattering, cuts ripping across Nola's fingers as the weapon busted and suddenly that black wave of reiatsu surged outward and devoured the mod souls, consuming each and every one of them in that horrible rush of energy.
Nola screamed, clutching her wrist as she dropped to her knees, and groaning softly as she fell onto her side in that inky blackness. And suddenly those eyes snapped wide open. So very suddenly she realized that she wasn't in the actual world. She recognized this blackness. and slowly, looking up, she saw it. That stormy sky. Just as those first slates of hard rain began to pepper the ground around her. Wincing softly as she shielded herself from that horrible storm, and looked down at the enormous black pool underneath. She was in her inner world. Or rather... back in it.
She also saw the bodies. The numerous mod souls and of course the corpses of her already-killed comrades that had been dragged into this place with her. A slow twisting feeling begining to take over the inside of her stomach as she began to piece together exactly what had happened. Of course this attempt did nothing for her. Even in that darkness she couldn't help but feel...... lost. At least until it hit her. What WAS her zanpaku'to spirit now? thanks to the Kuchiki head, she had essentially been set free. She was a rampant zan spirit with no wielder. Or...something like that. The entity she had been slowly building up was gone.
And now she was here....
In the fucking rain.
Those eyes narrowed slowly as she cursed Sozen. That fucking idiot couldn't have just left things as they were.... Now she had THIS shit to deal with. She hissed, about to throw her broken sword to the floor when she suddenly saw it. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared, unsure as to wether or not she was hallucinating. Some sort of... white...faceless thing sitting across from her. At first she almost thought it was a hollow. But it didn't have a hole. It was just some sort of.... blank.... thing. Was.... was this it? Was this fucking boring ass thing it?
"You have to be shitting me. If you're my zanpaku'to I am not going to be pleased." She hissed, immediately seeing the weapon recoil in fear. It almost reminded her of Nola in some ways... she sighed, slowly rubbing her eyelids as she did her very best to try and compose her thoughts. And just as she looked up again... she saw HIM. almost immediately her heart twisted into a hateful little sack of flesh, her face contorting to a pretty good matching glare as she saw HIM. Sozen. Almost immediately she was ontop of him, grabbing the thing by the throat as she suddenly began strangling that stupid, disgusting thing.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" she screamed in it's face, and in an instant she was just strangling that faceless shell again, the absolute revulsion that SOZEN would become her zan spirit had been just too much, and the thing shrugged hopelessly at her. As if it didn't know what to do at this point. Fantastic. Slowly, she released her grip on that pasty neck and huffed as she flopped over, sitting next to the blank spirit as she stared up into that churning sky, watching as it riled and twisted overhead. It was a pretty good representation of how shitty she felt. Another look to the side at the very least comforted her.
the pale being was just sitting there. No further attempts at trying to take a form had transpired. For that she was grateful. The last thing she needed was it going through her past and trying to find a face she already knew. Unless of course.... Wait a minute. those eyes snapped back open, and she looked at that pale being. Just as pale as before. Except for the enormous grin spread across it's features. A smile that suddenly sent chills running slowly up her spine as something occurred to her. She didn't actually KNOW if she had been the zan spirit. Technically speaking, she had just been.. a fixing point. something old Nola could project her fears and distrust on. The fact of the matter was that Zanpaku'to were fucking fickle things.
she could have had an actual Zan spirit this whole time and never even known the difference.
"Scary isn't it?"
Nola immediately felt her skin crawl as another glance verified that that pasty little husk was GONE. Suddenly she felt very... unpleasant. Almost like something was reaching into her skull. But another snap of her head around, looking in the opposite direction and nobody was there. Nothing but those ghastly shadows that the lightning stretched across the water as it flashed through the clouds. Little by little Nola was starting to get bits and pieces of ideas. But the trouble was that she wasn't entirely sure on how to deal with this. If this WAS the original zan spirit, then there was no way she would figure out ANYTHING it didn't want her to. All it had to do was put a convenient little knife in the memory of figuring it out and viola. It would be gone.
Unless this was all in her friggin head. She HAD gone crazy before. Maybe she was still crazy... Maybe this was just one enormous mass hallucination. How would she know the difference?
