The Kingdom of the Forgotten [R, DE, Extreme]

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Name: - The Kingdom of the Forgotten.

Participants: - class 3-1 (Any race) At least 3 participants.

Location: - Distances from Soul Society, within the Outskirts of the ever expanding Rukongai. A land teaming with the ilk of hollows and other ill beasts reign supreme. A foreign unpierceable fog breathes the reek of decay in a valley where no Shinigami has ever stepped foot. Within this fog lies the aged unnamed ruins of a kingdom inhabited by undying spirits long forgotten. Who are cursed to forever roam the exiled lands upon which they stand.

Difficulty Level: - Extreme

Setting: DE

Plotline: - Awaken to a world not your own, summoned by unknown means. A thick fog corners those awakened into this world and you cannot escape it or enter willingly. A village lies forth before you and even deeper the kingdom of the forgotten. Step forth and seek your freedom or perish into madness.

Estimated Enemy Strength: 8-0

Estimated Time Until Completion: 3-5 Pages

Starts: - When at least 3 or more participants join. PC me if interested. After, claim your place so others know it's filled.

Special Conditions: Death is possible here, you can and most likely will experience it. Yet you will come back after death. But like the inhabitants of this land, you can only return from death a set amount of times. Also not all wounds are of the flesh, be wary. Another condition is if you die, you may not come back the same. This will affect characters differently. Also there is no escape. No teleportation, flying, digging your way out of the confines of the kingdom.

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Claiming Spot

[RayginX]

Claiming a spot. Also filing a lawsuit against Bomei for making me stay up till 4am unclogging his mother.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

(OOC With Jak joining, that makes three.)

The remnants of a fire stands before the Shinigami known as Tsukuyomi. The ceiling of a wooden building long since destroyed by a forgotten fire, brings in the faint rays of light to his pale cheeks. Sitting next to him against the splintered support beam lies a corpse of newly decaying flesh. The smell is fresh, lingering death fills the air and very soon the nostrils of the waking Shinigami. Though shattered, splintering and destroyed the room lies empty and seemingly safe for the time being. A strange fog lingers lightly through the decrepit small building covering the ground itself like white smoke consuming the very room in its ghostly shade.

Outside lies other scattered buildings and a faint flame lingering at a bonfire where Garret the wanderer will awaken against a tree. A cool breeze will slide against the dead grass carrying little dirt to destroy what remained of a faint flame. Leaving only the lingering ashes to the one eyed brute upon his waking. All around the rogue will be nothing. Cornered by a fog and the decaying wooden corpses of shelters no longer fit for the living.

Nearby a humming will be heard. Gentle but full of sorrow and confusion. Though faint it will carry itself to a pit full of excrement and other such waste. Molded by years of use, Jak will awaken to the filth around him. The walls disgustingly covered with the dripping waste would make for a messy escape. A place one would not wish themselves but nonetheless it is where this Half Demon will wake. The fog creeping above will shelter the man from the sky.

Though small a watery cave will show another way for the Half Demon, if he dared to creep through its disgusting depths. For the others outside they will see the burned buildings of a strange and foreign place. The sorrowful humming will come from a small church just beyond the three. A place perhaps once held sacred to those who thrived here. If one looked they would see that fog, masking its way around the entirety of that dreadful landscape.

[RayginX]

It was the gentle breeze that drifted across that skin that finally caused the swordsman to open his eye back up. When did he fall asleep? He wondered the answer as things slowly became clear again to his blurred vision. The remnants of the bonfire that lay before him was put out by whatever force compelled it, the ash that remained drifting past the swordsman who slowly began to get to his feet. Where was he? Garret narrowed his eye as he pushed himself to his feet. His cloak fluttered in the breeze as the aged swordsman took in the sights around him, trying to understand where he was. He did not, at all, recognize the land before him.

Once again the question had to be asked; where was he? The last thing Garret remembered was the fortress of ice being constructed around him, as both he and his travelling companion Kimiko had begun to prepare for the battle that would come with the setting sun. It had been the same as every night since the two had begun travelling together. A fortress would be made, and soon after the fight would begin. Reaching back as far as he could, all Garret could remember was speaking to his companion followed by erecting the barrier to keep them safe. What was it they had been talking about? No...it didn't matter. What mattered now was his current situation.

But now? Where even was he? What Garret saw was an environment that he did not recognize. Around him were the relics of buildings that could no longer accommodate the living, ruins of either a time long past or the remains of some fierce battle. In all honesty, what Garret saw was familiar to him but was nothing more than fleeting nostalgia. If the Rogue had been cast in silence, then perhaps he would have begun to feel uncomfortable, but alas he was not. There was a sound, something coming from deeper in the ruins.

His cloak was pushed lightly in the breeze, the swordsman's footsteps his only companions as he began to head in the direction of the humming he heard. Beneath the cloak he wore the tip of his greatsword's grip poked out, the only visible sign of the weapon that he carried. There didn't seem to be anywhere else to go, and there was a chance that the humming could mean someone was around who could answer Garret's questions about where he was. So he decided to just head in that direction and see what he would come face to face with. It would either be a friend or a foe. As he walked he remained vigilante in case of attack. He wanted answers, and he would be finding them.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 400 Points = 800

Speed - 300 - Points

Spiritual Pressure - 300 - Points = 450

Reiatsu Strength - 100 - Points = 60

Light Aura - 20 - Points

Dark Aura - 80 - Points

Instinct - 150 - Points

Senses - 150 - Points = 112

Energy sensory - 0 - Points

Healing Expertise - 0 - Points

Total SP: 1400 Points

[Weapons: Greatswords] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Pain Tolerance] {2}

[Battle Analysis] {2}

[Lack of Fear] {2}

[Damage Recovery] {3}

[Bleeding Tolerance] {2}

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Body spread out across the dead wood of the floor that many moons ago had shined proudly with light was the Vice Captain of the Eleventh Division, Tsukuyomi Kawada. How he had gotten to this decrepit shake was unknown and now as the young Shinigami regained consciousness his cold eyes looked throughout the room. He was in unfamiliar territory. The situation was unknown as were his whereabouts. The last thing he knew or had done consciously had been laying down in his bed only for slumber to take him away.

Now though reality had reclaimed his soul and this was where he had awoken. He had been spread out across the floor with his front downwards. Moving his hands downwards in front of him Tsukuyomi pushes himself up to his backside as something familiar and yet nearly forgotten was realized. There was a scent one that he knew all to well. One that had at one point in his life been his most notorious companion. The scent of the deceased wasn't something easily forgotten and right now it was filling his nostrils.

He was still clothed in his uniform attire including his zanpakuto. It had been in front of him where he had been slumbering yet now was in his grasp once more. Tsukuyomi had looked around and seen that this building was made of old wood that had to been centuries old. At any moment the structural integrity of the building could fail. Sitting there for a few moments though he took the time an analyze what was around him. His eyes closed he sat there listening to the world around him.

Even after being blessed with sight from his dark heritage the young Shinigami hadn't lost any sharpness to his other senses. He couldn't hear anything, but the faint flittering of the dying flame beside where he had been in deep slumber. He was alone at least for the moment. Standing up Tsukuyomi moves his zanpakuto behind his back and places his arm on the outer sleeve of his uniform. "Farewell old flame." Tsukuyomi spoke softly down at the dwindling fire as it finally passed away.

Making his way out of the building that he had been in only took a few moments. Now stepping down from the building Tsukuyomi looks out over the surroundings. A strange fog blocked his vision so yet again it seemed that his previous experience of blindness was actually more of an advantage than just a piece of the past. Listening once more Tsukuyomi could pick up the sound of humming. It wasn't pleasant though not one of a child nor of something that enjoyed life. This was something that had been through to much and hadn't been allowed to rest.

Everything around him was like a bad memory. Having grown up in one of the lowest districts of Rukongai had been difficult for him. In all fairness it was difficult for all of the unfortunate spirits that had to refer to such a place as home. Having been born blind and with a sickly mother only made things worse. It was why he had picked up the scent of death and decay so easily. Once those districts got ahold of you there were certain things that you couldn't wash away.

The humming had to be coming from something though. Whatever it was more than likely had some information as to where he was or possibly could be the reason he was here. Either way standing around and inhaling the deceased wasn't going to get him back to the barracks. Moving throughout the area only using his sight to evade obstacles and his ears to guide him Tsukuyomi navigated throughout the fog.

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{Stats &Skills}
Strength: 75 (56)
Speed: 310 (465)
Spiritual Pressure: 305 (458)
Reiatsu Strength: 40(30)
Light Aura: 50 Points
Dark Aura: 50 Points
Instinct: 200
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Movement: {2}
Calm Mind: {2}
Weapon*Swords: {2}
Weapon*Chains: {2}
Battle Analysis: {2}
Battle Focus: {2}
Acrobatics: {2}

[Jak Halcom]

The sound of humming slowly roused Jak from his slumber. The faint somber sounds drew him back to the conscious world. His eyes lifted slowly. His head felt like it was splitting in half. He groaned started to sit up. He put his hand behind him to push himself up, but as he put his weight on his hand, it slipped from under him causing him to fall back on his back hard. It was then that Jak noticed how weird the ground felt under him. It was moist with semi solid...something underneath him. It wasn't really comfortable, and the smell was nauseating. He would need to find somewhere better to sleep next time he was out drinking. He started to close his eyes again before realization hit him like boot to the head. 

He managed to sit up quickly using just his ab muscles holding grimacing as he caught a long deep whiff of the air around him. He looked around at the waste revolted quickly getting to his feet. Aww what the hell? He questioned trying to find some immediate explanation as to why he was surrounded by shit and god knows what else. The last thing Jak had remembered was being at a small bar after meeting someone. Who was it again? He couldn't remember. He usually didn't drink, but his new friend had offered to buy the drink, and thought it would be rude to refuse. The scrapes on his knuckles suggested that there must have been a fight or two after he had some drinks. That was more typical than anything concerning. 

"Note to self, don't try to set a new house record of shot consumption." He said with an irritated groan. He took notice of the walls that contained him and dreaded touching the things. It looked like climbing out would be an ordeal in itself. After a short time looking around he found a small cave. Another loud groan escaped his lips. "Why me?" He asked to no one. It was the easiest way to get out from what he could see, but the filth. He took a "deep", stabilizing breath before starting to go through the cave. The fog that also surround him was a bit ominous, but first thing first, get out of the fucking shit pit. He would need to wash at least five times to get the smell off him. He would try to navigate the cave as best he could following the humming if he could still hear it. 

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{Spoiler - Stats and Skills}
Strength - 300 + 50% = 450 Points

Speed - 200 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 225 - 25% = 169 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 200 + 50% = 300 Points

Light Aura - 50 Points

Dark Aura - 50 Points

Instinct - 140 - 25% = 105 Points

Senses - 85 Points

Energy sensory - 50 + 50% = 75 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Skills:

Street Fighting 2

Sword 1

Bleeding Resistance 2

Strength of Will 1

Pain Tolerance 2

Heat Resistance 1

Damage Recovery 1

Weapon Skill (Chain) 2

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

The air fell gently against the Shinigami as he found himself wandering through that dense fog. Sandaled footsteps brought the young Shinigami closer and closer. The echo of the humming remained on its sorrowful way. Though discreet Tsukiyomi would hear a faint cry. If the Shinigami wanted he could follow that cry. He'd be unable to tell if it was human or even animal at this distance. Only that it was perhaps in pain or frightened. But would he enter that labyrinth of buildings to reach that cry? Or would he follow the humming to that small church?

The Wanderer would soon find himself before that church. Once marked with splendor and esteem now an old dead place of prayer. Two large doors would tower before the brute and the humming would echo gently throughout the halls. Through the many cracks scattering the church. Upon entry a thick fog would cover the entryway shrouding the other windows of that church like an ashen blanket. It would block all of the exits from the Rogue and an almost barren hallway would mark his path. Many chairs broken and splintered littered the floor. What seemed like a woman shrouded in black would be humming that depressing tune. She kneeled before a dated statue in what looked to be a prayer.

The Half Demon upon entry to that cave would find himself facing a small stream, gently faltering down further into the cave. The excess filth floated and diminished as it scattered throughout the cave system. Dead torches would mark Jak's way out. Long forgotten, this place was empty or so it seemed. Barking would echo throughout that damp place and the sound of a jingling bell would follow. In an instant, a darkly coated tom cat would jolt up the mans legs digging into him in a frantic attempt of escape the coming mutt. In a mad sprint the illy looking dog would take the corner. Eyes nearly bloodshot the beast snarled, its speed though was easily stunted by its one broken hind leg as it went to bite the man now carrying its meal.

Mad Dog Stats

Strength - 150

Speed - 150 (100 because of broken leg)

Spiritual Pressure - 0

Reiatsu Strength - 0

Instinct - 150

Senses - 150

Energy sensory - 0

Healing Expertise - 0

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

Tsukuyomi continued to move throughout the fog that blocked the majority of his sight or rather limited what he was actually able to see through the body of the thick liquid substance. This fog wasn't like any other that Tsukuyomi had experienced throughout his existence it was much denser and felt somewhat heavy while being thick enough that he could only see what was directly in front of him. If he hadn't learned to keep his thoughts calm and his emotions under his control he knew that at the moment he'd more than likely be trying to find some solution in a much more rash and dangerous way.

Hr had to keep moving otherwise he more than likely wasn't going to find out how he had arrived in this location nor where he was or why this fog was the way it happened to be. He figured that following the sound of the humming was the best bet to figure out everything that he needed to learn and yet when he picked up on the sound of cries Tsukuyomi couldn't bring himself to not investigate. So moving slowly in order to keep his senses on alter and see everything he could in the fog Tsukuyomi made his way towards the cries hoping that whatever it was making the noise of sorrow he could help it.

[RayginX]

His footsteps came to a stop, his entrance now blocked by a wall of fog that had appeared once he had stepped through the threshold. Garret turned to look at it, his eye narrowing as he realized what it was. While it merely looked like fog, he had every reason to believe that it was actually a barrier. But why? He had followed the humming through the ruined village, following the only sound that could be heard. He had ventured into a place of worship, ruined by both time and whatever had done all this damage to the world. Garret really wasn't one for worship of the unseen, having had his beliefs in the afterlife shattered by the realities of the world and Cycle of Souls.

His eye rested upon the figure of a woman adorned in black, kneeling at a statue that showed its age. First sign of life? Perhaps. Or perhaps it was an enemy. Garret kept his guard raised, his footsteps beginning again as he began to head deeper into the cathedral. "What is this place?" Garret asked, stopping a good twenty feet from the kneeling woman. He was referring to where they were as a whole, not really where they were right now. But, regardless, Garret wasn't the best when it came to asking questions or being a talker.

[Jak Halcom]

Jak followed the stream farther and farther into the cave. He would notice that the filth in the water would let up, and when it looked clean enough, he would use some of the cold water to wash the filth of his body. With a few scoops with his hands, he would drench his arms, head, and neck in water. It felt a little refreshing, and good to get at least some of the crap off him. He would shake himself dry of the excess water, but know that he would be dry soon enough. He would continue on seeing a path of torches scattered on the ground. He would pick one of them up. He didn't have a need to use it for a weapon, but he could find the right kindling for it and use it that way. 

He looked up when he heard the sound of barking. He assumed that maybe it was someone's dog, and that the owner would hopefully tell him where he was. The longer he listened to the barking, the louder, and more aggressive it got. Suddenly a cat darted right at him climbing up his leg with its sharp claws. He winced a little bit, but the pain didn't bother him that much. He returned his gaze from the cat to where it had come from to see a feral looking dog round the corner. By the look of it, it wasn't owned. It was in bad shape and starving. He was a bit surprised that he didn't see the signs of rabies as well. The dog would charge him now obviously desperate for food. 

Jak knew that the most humane thing would to put the poor thing out of its misery. As the dog charged, Jak moved his chain down to his fist at the same time pulling it back to punch. One good punch should do it. The dog would look like it would be moving slower to him than most people. As it got into range, Jak would throw his fist out aiming to catch the dog right in the face as it lunged at him to bite. The chain was around his fist more to protect it from its teeth than to actually help the blow, but it could have worked either way. He would still feel the cat on his body. It felt a little weird throwing the punch with it on him throwing off his balance a bit. 

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Tsukuyomi & Yetsuna

The Shinigami had wandered away from the path. Shifting through that small labyrinth he soon would find himself sifting throughout the corpse of a building. The cry was mangled and still faint but he would hear a woman. Yet something was odd perhaps even wrong? "He butchered them... He butchered them... He butchered them... He butchered them... The voice repeated. It echoed and with it came that same cry. "I butchered him... I butchered him. I tore out his eyes and they came back wrong... So I butchered him again and again and again."

The echo rang out louder. "He twitched again and again so I butchered him... again and again. But like them... like me... He would not die..." There was now a pounding as if something was banging itself against a wall. A putrid smell overran that building and the Shinigami would find that the sound was coming from the deepest depths of its basement. "Again and again... I butchered him... He like them... like me... would not die... Until, he did." Would the Shinigami investigate? Or would he avoid the distressed voice?

Unknown to Tsukuyomi, the Shinigami Yetsuna would awaken in that basement. She would awaken to darkness. All around her would be black. But she would hear that voice and that pounding, that sounded over and over and over again. It echoed off the walls. The smell of rotting flesh would strike her ever so violently. If she moved, she would feel an ooze shift between her fingers. If she was not careful she would catch the attention of that distraught woman. But was she violent or was she friendly? What would Yetsuna do?

---

Garret

"Where is this?"

The sorrowful humming would stop as the Rogue spoke up. Sullen darkly blues would sway in the direction of the wanderer, soon lighting up like light upon water. The sadness within them seemingly washing away within an instant as if hope stood brilliantly before her. A single tear would draw its way down her very cheek as she stood up staring at the stranger before her seemingly bewitched. She would stare keenly as if checking if the man before her was but an illusion. But no she felt his strong presence and she knew he was real.

Brushing back her black hairs a small smile would perk before the man. Letting her joy drip she would rush towards the the rogue in a child like skip. Her hands swaying she would stop herself as she stood before the brute before her. One hand would gently place itself on the mans chest. Unwarily thinking of the consequences she would drip from her now trembling lips. “You too have a heartbeat.” She nearly couldn’t contain herself as she spoke though she would immediately remove herself from the man.

A faint rosary buried itself against her cheeks as she performed a curtsey. “The summons has brought me forth a champion. Truly a great kindness.” The girl would smile once more looking to the wanderer with endearment wiping away but a single tear. “You have come to cleanse this unnamed land to free us trapped here.” She would wander around the man inspecting every inch of him. “Though I was not expecting just one of you. Are there perhaps more?” She would ask curiously moving her head to the side.

“Yet you will do finely. Indeed you carry yourself strongly dear champion.” She would return in front of the wanderer at that, that ever present smile perking gently against those rosary cheeks of hers. “Dear champion, please free us from these lands so that we may know peace. I am Rika last of my people. I have summoned you from what knowledge I have learned of the spells the first have left us.” She would press but a finger to her lips as if pondering something.

“Kido I think it was called. Oh yes such mischievous magic put away in those dirty old books. To think those old exiled spells would come in handy. ” She would giggle half heartily at that before peering into that one gray iris noticing she had went off on a tangent. “This is a haven dear champion. known to us as the church of Felidae. Though the worship of the Golden Eyed One is no longer present. The ashen fog still protects it from the strays that still linger the streets.” She would glance warily around her. “Are you sure there is no one else dear champion?”

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Jak

The mess wrought forth by the Half Demon would cover the damp walls in the blood and guts of the dog. Fearfully the cat would remove its claws from the man settling itself on its haunches. Peering up at the strange man, the cat would not mew. “Such a disgusting mongrel. Did you not see the look in its eyes? Truly bloodthirsty beasts.” The black tom cat would begin grooming its now bloodied furs. “And of course its insides spill on Kyuu. What luck can a black cat have? Kyuu must be cursed or just have extremely bad luck.”

The feline would laugh at that. “Yet Kyuu must have some luck to have run into a sane two legged one in the exiled mongrels caves. Kyuu must thank you two legged one. Though next time please don’t leave such an unsightly mess upon Kyuu's furs. Kyuu is proud of Kyuu's darkly furs and appearances must be kept even in this filth invested cave. Rotted and littered by trash as it is.” The cat would begin grooming itself once more. “Disgusting and vile, will this taste ever leave Kyuu's tongue?”

Ears twitching faintly the feline would return its gaze to the Half Demon. “Two legged you have saved Kyuu's life. A most humble and brave of feats, to best the mongrel in its very tracks. Does the two legged have a name or is he stricken with the curse of silence perhaps?” The cat would peer closer at the man before changing its attention to the sound of shifting flesh and the pattering of footsteps. “Lay rain upon them, two legged one!” The cat would hide behind the Half Demon at that.

The sounds of barking would soon fill the cave in its echo. Four dogs fell around the corner one after the other. Their furs and skin stricken by the look of decay. The dogs hobbled forward as they charged forth seeking out the flesh of the man before them. (Dogs stats are the same as the first) But that was not the end of it... The bending and twisting flesh. A burning smoldering smell would pierce the Half Demon at that. It would seem that the dog's corpse had twisted itself back together. It was larger now... At least twice its size. Blood oozed from the dog as it's once broken leg mended itself back into shape. A romeral numeral of the number one appeared on the forehead of the mangled dog as it hurled its body into the half demon.

New stats for the Mad Dog

Strength - 300

Speed - 300

Spiritual Pressure - 0

Reiatsu Strength - 0

Instinct - 300

Senses - 300

Energy sensory - 0

Healing Expertise - 0

[Jak Halcom]

The punch hit home, and the decrepit dog burst open as it flew away from the sheer force of the punch. He got covered in the blood of the dog. That was another thing that he had to add to the growing list of things he was covered in today alone. Still it was not the worst thing he was covered in. The cat would look up at Jak, as he would look down at it. He was curios as to why a cat was down here.  “Such a disgusting mongrel. Did you not see the look in its eyes? Truly bloodthirsty beasts.” And it talks. Well it wasn't the weirdest thing that Jak had ever seen, though it was one of the last things he expected to run into. Well might as well see how things go.

“And of course its insides spill on Kyuu. What luck can a black cat have? Kyuu must be cursed or just have extremely bad luck.” Jak was still processing the events that had transpired so the cat continued. “Yet Kyuu must have some luck to have run into a sane two legged one in the exiled morgel’s caves. Kyuu must thank you two legged one. Though next time please don’t leave such an unsightly mess upon Kyuu's furs. Kyuu is proud of Kyuu's darkly furs and appearances must be kept even in this filth invested cave. Rotted and littered by trash as it is.” Jak rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. He smiled and laughed embarrassed.  “Two legged you have saved Kyuu's life. A most humble and brave of feats, to best the mongrel in its very tracks. Does the two legged have a name or is he stricken with the curse of silence perhaps?

Jak had finally managed to find his ability to speak, now the cat didn't have his tongue. "I am Jak Halcom. I apologize for the mess to your fur. Was a bit focused on stopping it more than anything." He said trying to explain his reasoning. He was trying to justify himself to a talking cat. What else was going to happen today. He would get his answer, as the sound of more dogs could be heard coming his way.  “Lay rain upon them, two legged one!” Jak didn't know what Kyuu meant by that, but he didn't have time to think about it. The dog that he had just turned inside out was getting back up, and it was bigger and madder than ever. 

He didn't want to use his demon powers yet, but he was quickly running out of options. The dog was nearly upon him. but he had an idea. Jak used his reiatsu to form a disk of energy in his had. "Hey Feido, fetch!" He shouted throwing it when it came into very close range. The spirit cutter would travel at a speed of 500 and would no doubt cleave right through the beast. Jak would then control the speeding disk to slash through the rest of the dogs. It would dive through them and then change directions again cutting them again and again. Once there were barely any limbs on the ground, Jak turned to Kyuu. "Lets get out of here before they pull themselves together." 

He would run as fast as he could past the dogs in the direction of where they were coming from. He didn't care if he had to fight more dogs this way, it seemed to be the only way out. He was sure that Kyuu would be able to keep up with him hopefully putting enough distance between them, and the dogs that he had just defeated. If they had time, Jak would stop to catch his breath. "Hey Kyuu, where in the three worlds are we anyway? First I wake up in some shit pit, and the next thing I know I am running from a bunch of growing, feral dogs looking to eat us." He would ask this between soft pants. He wasn't completely out of breath, but the whole thing was just stressing him out a bit. 

Spirit Cutter -250 reiatsu 1440/1690



 

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

As Tsukuyomi continued to move throughout the fog towards the sound of the crying he began to realize that he was making his way inside of a building that looked to be in as good condition as the one that he had awoken in. There was still the scent of burn flesh and decaying bodies throughout the fog and if it hadn’t been from his days as a child Tsukuyomi knew that at the moment he’d more than likely be unable to move as his stomach contents would paint the ground in front of him.

As he got closer and closer to the sound though it seemed to change and he began to be able to make out the words that were being spoken from what he assumed to be the individual that he had been hearing cry. What he heard though sounded like something horrible had happened at first as if someone that this female loved had attacked her and she had been forced to kill him and then it continued to the point that Tsukuyomi assumed she was no longer sane.

It was regardless what he heard though even if he assumed that at the moment she was possibly not well in the head. He had to investigate what had happened and try to get some sort of information from her on where this place was since he still had no clue what he was doing here or how he had gotten here. So while he had his hands at a readied position to draw Honshitsu he deceased into the basement.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna came to with a small groan as her right hand involuntarily went towards her throbbing head, it felt like someone had hit her over the head with a chair, which was actually the case. It took her a moment for her cognitive faculties to return, but then it all came back to her, she had been out drinking with some members of both her new and old squad mates (as well as few random people) when, as was usual when she was around, a bar brawl broke out. No real weapons were used of course, but that didn't stop people from grabbing chairs, tables, and whatever other improvised striking tools they could. She had been using a bar stool herself, and doing a fair amount of damage with it, when someone managed to get her from behind, shattering the rather study chair over the back of her skull. To knock her out of a bar brawl was no small feat, despite her somewhat (comparatively) unremarkable strength she was a tough cookie, which probably meant it was a 3rd or 4th seat that had done the deed. When her head stopped pulsing with every beat of her heart she'd have to find out who did it and challenge them to a real battle, if they knocked her out cold they should make for a good sparring partner for her.

The Earth Queen took a deep breath in an attempt to reign in her pounding skull and that was when the smell of rotting flesh found its way into her nasal cavity. A small gagging sound escape her throat as she attempted to stifle the urge to vomit with her upper body shooting into an upright position at the unwelcome scent, she had smelled some nasty things in her life, but this was easily breaking the top 10 worst. She had smelled rotting flesh before, hollow dens, missions to find missing scouting parties, and other such experiences had exposed her to the scent before, but never in such a heavy concentration, and never so unexpectedly.

It was then she realized that her vision was non-existent, the putrid smell had assaulted her so badly that it took her a moment to realize she couldn't see anything at all. Both factors together prompted Yetsuna's guard up immediately, she wasn't at the bar, that much was obvious, chances were she wasn't within the seireitei either, so then where was she? The wilds? The female quietly shifted her position to a keeled one, preparing to get onto her feet as her blade slowly began to encroach over her body to form her shikai, she didn't know where she was and the smell of rotting flesh wasn't exactly a promising indication that she was safe, so better safe then sorry.

The armor had reached around the middle of her forearm when she placed her hand against the ground to push off of, but as she did she felt something ooze up over her hand,she immediately knew what her hand had sunk into; blood and flesh. Intuition more then pure logic told her what was running over the top of her hand which made her pull her hand back from the ground before shaking it off the side the to remove a bulk of the gore before wiping her hand on her armor. "What in the fuck is this place?" she asked herself lifting herself off the ground, this time without trying to use her hands. She carefully drew to her full height, partially leery of the fact that she didn't know how high the ceiling was and partially because she was doing her best to remain quiet, hence why all her moves up to this point had been slow and deliberate, she didn't know what was around so there was no sense in drawing extra attention.

Suddenly a voice caught her ear, "He butchered them... He butchered them... He butchered them... He butchered them..." it said. It appeared to be another female, a fairly distraught one at that, and she sounded close. Her initial guess that it was someone of relation to someone who was killed by whatever had caused all this gore, but just it as she had been to call out the the voice another one rang out, it echo'd the girls voice, but not the words, "I butchered him... I butchered him. I tore out his eyes and they came back wrong... So I butchered him again and again and again. He twitched again and again so I butchered him... again and again. But like them... like me... He would not die..." then a thudding joined in with the echo, making the whole basement shake with vibrations.

There was definitely some weird shit going on, she felt like she was in one of those human world horror movies. She weighed her options about how to proceed, considering she couldn't see and she didn't know where she was brute forcing her exit didn't seem smart, plus that would definitely get the attention who and/or whatever was down her. But at the same time she likely wasn't going to be able to side step whatever was going on her to find an exit, she was just gonna have to take her chances with the girl. 

Slowly she would slide her feet forward trying to keep silent as she made her way towards the voice, while slowly burning a small amount of reiatsu to form some spiked knuckle gauntlets just encase things turned for the worse, which all things considered seemed a HELL of a lot more likely not.

OOC Note: the plates of her armor are silent though depending on the terrain her foot prints may take on a metallic sound like would be expected of armor)