Corpses and Tentacles (Santa and Myza) JT

[Santa Ajora]

Training for SP

IT had been such a long time since she had been separated from her little toy. How long had it been since that little shinigami had been there to amuse her? She had to admit, she had so enjoyed toying with them. And now? Now she was just wandering. those eyes staring straight ahead as her hooves squished through the viscera that blossomed in her vicinity. The massive centaur staring straight ahead, those glowing yellow eyes unphased by the flesh and bones beneath her hooves. All around her, eyes and ears sprouted from the ground, hidden among all of the flesh and bone. Eyes and ears that kept her aware of her surroundings. As the solitude of the sands ate at her, rivaled only by the hunger that twisted it's way through her guts.

It was sad to say that she almost missed the little ripstart shinigami. It was a change from the constant and incessant eating. Something to talk to, even if only sparingly. As she walked, she began to look around, scanning the horizon and pondering what it was that she'd do with herself. Outside of eating, she didn't have a goal beside that. And she wondered, perhaps she should have some sort of aspiration to strive for. It was an interesting notion. One that the strange woman Lagos had somewhat seeded in their interaction. At the very least, she supposed she'd have plenty of time to think about it. Even as off in the distance, a seemingly insignificant spec formed on the horizon. Though truth be told, the speck was anything but.

Ajora herself was not quite as enormous as she used to be. Not only that but she was much slimmer, that lower taur body so much more like the deer it was truly modeled after. As such, even despite her grotesque features, the narrowness of her form, transitioning to her human half, she was much more obviously female. Even despite the black Gillian cloak that still shrouded her shoulders, that deep black shadowy material unlike the rest of her body, was the only part that didn't grow that constant shedding of organs and flesh. Nothing but a deep darkness, with hundreds of little lights, lights that upon closer inspection turned out to be hundreds of shadowy eyes.

An arrancar... I did not think they ventured this far out into the the deserts... I had assumed there would be only fodder... She murmured, staring down toward the hollows crushed on the ground, her spiritual pressure slamming those weaklings to the floor and breaking their bodies apart. It was so very different from before. It used to be so hard to kill these things. But now... just being around them, she was able to all but murder them with her spiritual pressure. And even those that weren't pinned to the floor did not live long. The growing flesh that spilled out from the ground. Five feet of flesh and bone growing from every square inch of her surroundings in a fifty meter radius. Even those that hadn't died, would simply suffocate under that suffocating flesh.

The last thing they would feel is the sensation of disembodied arms slowly twisting their bodies, ripping their bodies apart and slowly twisting and crushing them together, mulching the hollows into twisted balls of what had once been bodies before rolling toward Santa. In the midst of that broken land, she knelt down, lowering herhead, her eyes loking onto those little balls of flesh, a sharktoothed maw growing from her hoof before slurping those spheres of flesh into that mouth and bringing them into her body, munching them noisily. For now, she simplyl waited, munching on the slain hollows as she waited for that Arrancar to close in. She was not concerned.

5 class 8 hollows consumed

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza was not in a good mood. That was an understatement, if anything. No, the Septima was furious. The sheer force of her reiatsu was spilling out all around her as she stalked through the sands of Hueco Mundo, a scowl on her face. She could feel a few minor Hollows begin to come closer to investigate, only to burst under the force of her gravitational pressure. She snarled at that, shaking her head in disgust. The fools hadn't thought it dangerous, and paid the price for their inept stupidity, thus improving the pool of those who would be able to ascend into God's Chosen People.

If only it could be so simple to improve those among the Most Fit. Between Sargon and the new arrival Shikitsuhiko, Myza couldn't begin to comprehend the drop in quality among the Espada. Both were virtually nothing more than overblown egos without any real accomplishments to their name. Even Cierro, a man who was long considered the worst Espada to ever inhabit Las Noches, had gotten more accomplishments to his name than those two! And now, neither of them even had the iota of sense to respond to her incredibly blatant challenge that everyone in Las Noches had heard. It was infuriating, a sterling example of how poorly they understood the power structure present in Kouhai's regime. Had she issued a challenge like that to the likes of Adalo, Kuroi, or Rio? They would have been waiting for her in the dome, and quick to remind her of her place.

And so, after standing and waiting for a full hour, stewing in her own anger, Myza had left Las Noches. She had to, otherwise she would have done something... Rash. One couldn't let that degree of rage just sit, after all. She needed to dispose of it, and quickly. This is what had led her to the sands. She had been walking for a while now, spreading her awareness out to try and find some semblance of a challenge, something that would survive her presence. Finally, finally, she could feel something, well within her awareness. Pathetic strength of spirit, but enough spiritual stamina to something interesting, at least. Hopefully.

Myza also felt some smaller signatures near it, presumably fodder for the other's own evolution. The Septima smiled at that, realizing this gave her a perfect opportunity to start the fight she so desperately needed right now. She unwrapped her chain from her waist, and began to focus some reiatsu on her vocal chords. Then, she opened her mouth, and let loose an ear-piercing scream. The sound waves quickly became visible, laced with the Espada's own energy as they surged forth. They impacted the Hollows Santa was trying to consume, bursting the creatures eardrums and bloodvessels within their ears. However, those poor creatures were lucky. Santa's "Body" was composed of nothing but altered spiritual matter, one that couldn't be held together by her spiritual stamina, but rather by her spiritual strength. And Santa's spiritual strength wasn't even a drop in the bucket compared to what Myza could bring to bear.

In short, the reiatsu in Santa's viscera, in her organs, in her muscles.... All failed against the energy present in Myza's mere voice in a manner that could only be described as catastrophic. Every single fiber that the Adjuchas had out would be blasted back, torn asunder, and then dissolved the instant Cero Arpia made contact with it. All of it that was within the range of Myza's voice was simply gone, unable to stand against the vast difference. The minor Hollows would use this opportunity to attempt to escape, rushing away from the Adjuchas as fast as their injuries allowed them to. Myza smiled at that, before beginning to spin her chain, waiting for her challenge to be answered.

[Santa Ajora]

The scream was a surprise, the outtermost stretches getting hit first. Though admittedly, the attack itself was from quite a ways away in the first place. Ajora was rather surprised when that roaring explosion of power started coming her way. It wasn't even remotely near her by the time she was ready for it, and as it came close, she simply allowed the air around her to tear apart, swallowing her whole as that rush of spiritual energy tore a path through all of that flesh.

Myza likely would immediately be on guard, expecting the hollow to instantly appear in proximity to her, however the motion was not ridiculously fast for a movement technique, not only that but Ajora was more than capable of suppressing her spiritual presence to a decent degree, so when the air spit her back out, a mere fifteen meters from Myza, off to the woman's left side, the area around myza instantly began growing flesh, viscera growing up and over her feet at a tremendous rate as Ajora eyed the woman from her new position via Ulcera.

An arrancar. Well beyond the level of strength she would consider to be plausible for consumption. However, as it were, the woman did not seem compliant enough to consider conversing with, and Santa simply narrowed her eyes. She had been interested in feeding, not getting into some kind of romp. She swayed the growth, focusing on a layer of pure flesh growing around her, underneath which she simply had her garden grow into a series of sharp bone spines digging into the ground, layers of muscle wrapped around them. In the event that Myza would approach Santa, these spikes would trigger, driving up with Ajora's full strength to pierce through her foot or legs. She could have simply saturated these simple traps throughout the entire radius of her ability's effect. But this was not a fight she wanted to exacerbate. So she kept the traps to form within ten meters of herself.

Should she run?

Should she wait for them to pass?

This seemed like plain utter bad luck. No way would Santa be able to feed with this woman attacking her, this was becoming a problem.

She stood her ground, and remained silent as she watched the arrancar. The flesh growing at Myza's feet curling up, but not gripping the woman. The fact that she could control this flesh wasn't something she enjoyed showing off immediately. Not against stronger foes. She would wait and see what the woman wanted. Arrancar were terribly talkative, it stood to reason that at some point at the very least she would get some inkling as to the reason behind the woman's attack. The woman's spiritual pressure was volatile, but nothing that actually weighed Santa down. She was not relaxed, but she did not tense herself up either. She watched. And she waited.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

(OOC: Training for CTP)

Myza chuckled some as the Adjuchas did some sort of remedial step technique, her smile growing wider. It was remarkable how therapeutic even a small blast like that had been, especially upon seeing the effects it had upon the Adjuchas' false body. The Septima exhaled gently, a small giggle emerging from her as she felt the Hollow form more of her false body within the sands, presumably as some sort of deterrent to her advance. Honestly, this was getting adorable.

"What's the matter?" Myza said, her tone playful, yet mocking. She would begin to walk around Santa, circling the Adjuchas like a predator would circle prey. The motion had the added side-effect of avoiding the growths of flesh, even as they expanded outwards at their slow pace. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I interrupt your meal? How careless of me! I really should be more considerate, shouldn't I?" For a moment, the Septima would stay still, tilting her head some as she looked over Santa. Perhaps she could find a more productive way to vent her current frustrations than beating some starving Adjuchas senseless.

"Probably for the best that I did," Myza said, her tone still rather chipper. "You shouldn't be eating trash like that anyways. You need something more... Substantial than mere Hollows. Something of a different race. Otherwise you're just going to stagnate like that, or even backslide, and that seems like a waste. Tell me, dearie. What is your name? Tell me about yourself! Let Myzaraphiston get to know you."

[Santa Ajora]

Training for CTP not SP, SP got maxed after this thread started

"You are too strong for me to eat." She hissed plainly, and after several moments those eyes narrowed. "Safely....Arrancar are best eaten when young. Foolish. Before they grow their hard skin." She rasped softly, watching as Myza circled her, Ajora intentionally setting the ground at Myza's feet to grow into bone, Myza would feel herself walking up a growing incline, but at least would be spared being thigh-deep in flesh and guts.

She was a strange woman indeed. They were not afraid, which was not irregular for Arrancar, but she was also....coy. And pretty at that. And Ajora envied the woman, a brief glance down at herself as the flesh and viscera continued to drip from her, dripping that black blood constantly as she narrowed her eyes. Those glowing yellow eyes stayed down, even as countless eyes grew along the ground around Myza, watching her from various angles. "Trash just as filling. Changes nothing. Grow just as fast. Honestly, the rukongai are the best. So many of them defenseless. I can eat them in droves. This strong... in only a few weeks." she hissed, looking down at her palm as the flesh continued to peel from it and drop to the ground. Hard to believe so little time had passed. And she was almost, in a general sense, as spiritually developed as Myza. Even if she was well aware that fighting the woman was likely not a viable option quite yet.

"I am Santaja Ajora. I am of no consequence. And at present... I do not yet fear reversion. But I do fear...." She hissed in clear despisement of her own self. A self loathing that seemed uncharacteristic for most hollows. A feature that honestly was very rare to manifest, but around an individual like Myza, it was brought to the surface."How well did you eat? Before you showed your face? What is your name?" That voice hissed, and echoed from the many mouths that surrounded Myza. Ajora shifting on her hooves as she stepped closer, her mind automatically aware of where not to step, taking only three before she stopped. And paused...

"You were angry. Why?"

It was pointed out that my stats were incorrect

Strength:400 points x1.5 (600 points)
Speed: 200 points
Sppr: 300 points x1.5 (450 points)
Rei strength:60 points x.5 (30 points)

La:70
Da:30

Instinct: 180 points
Senses: 150 points x.5 (75 points)
ES: 10 points
Healing Efficiency: 0 points