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Post by Julius Aristide on Sept 23, 2013 0:03:33 GMT -5
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That was what he thought.
But then that Reiatsu that was the Arrancar's only comfort vanished. There was no indication that she was starting to weaken; nothing to tell Julius that his help was needed. There was an enormous spike of Reiatsu, and then both of the strong Reiatsu points vanished without a trace; like they had never existed in the first place. His Queen... Zelena, was gone.
At that point, Julius had frozen up. His world was shaken to its roots and he couldn't do anything. He thought he could hear someone screaming, but he didn't listen to that. He just stood there, frantically searching for even a trace of her Reiatsu to tell him that he was wrong. Maybe his Pesquisa was lacking. He had never perfected it, after all.
This huge lapse in attention of course cost the Arrancar his own battle. The captain had cut him down in his distraction. Julius barely even felt it. He didn't remember anything after that. Somehow, he was back in Las Noches. Thanks to his regenerative capabilities, his injuries were all but gone and forgotten. At least, his physical ones were.
He had been awake long enough to have heard the news. There was nothing wrong with his Pesquisa. His Queen was indeed gone. Supposedly, the old man she had been fighting used a sacrificial technique to kill her. The leader of the Gotei Thirteen was gone as well, but Julius found no satisfaction in that. He didn't know exactly how he felt, but it wasn't a good feeling. It was emptiness. There was a hole in his life that could not be filled. He never realized it before. Julius had dedicated his life to Zelena; protecting and helping her. But in reality, he relied on her more than ever.
"Why did you leave me alive, Shinigami..." Now the Arrancar was in a room that was for all purposes, abandoned. It was her room. Everything was the same as the last time he had been in here. Even her scent lingered. There was no indication of what had happened. It didn't seem right. How was everything else so normal in the face of what had happened? It shouldn't be like that. It wasn't like that for Julius; everything was wrong. The woman who had given him a purpose was gone and he would never see her again. She was his sole reason for existence. With her gone, where did that leave him? He hadn't even been able to avenge her. He lost. And then the enemy took pity on him and let him live. It was the ultimate shame. He was useless now; a broken tool. But he couldn't take his own life, even now.
Soon enough, the Arrancar found himself lying halfway over Zelena's bed. He couldn't stay on his feet anymore. He couldn't stop thinking of her and all the time he had been at her side. Before he had met his Queen, nothing had really made sense. He was just like an animal. But then she found him and everything was brought to light. As long as he was with her, he was happy. She was the only reason he had come so far. "I wanted to..."
All of a sudden, Julius wanted that blank feeling to come back. He didn't like the strange wet feeling on his face. The Arrancar was but a shadow of himself now. Unlike before, he didn't care if someone saw him this way. He wouldn't be around much longer, anyway.
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Post by Colin Ualas on Oct 14, 2013 0:26:38 GMT -5
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Colin had known that if he wanted greater power, he would need to hunt in the Menos Forest. Here, there were Gillians and Adjuchas enough to sate his hunger. And he had fed like a madman the first week. Every Hollow he had stumbled across had been challenged, summarily trounced, and consumed. Hundreds of Hollows consumed within a matter of days. They had just flocked to him at first, fighting him either singly or in groups. After a few days, though, the numbers had thinned and they’d fled. And then he’d had to get creative about his hunting – luring them into traps, making himself appear weakened and wounded, setting them upon each other. It had been just like old times, when he’d still been a Gillian and had only just begun to regain his sense of self.
But it hadn’t been enough. He had felt slightly stronger, sure, but it was nowhere near the kinds of leaps and bounds he’d made before ripping off his mask. If he wanted to attain greater strength, he needed to find stronger meals. He needed to find a Vasto Lorde or an Arrancar. He had gone into full stealth mode after that. No one suspected he was capable of just disappearing. After all, before he’d joined Angelis he had taken great delight in strutting around Hueco Mundo completely naked. But you didn’t become a skilled manipulator if you were always in the thick of things. You learned the necessary skills from the shadows. It was only once you mastered them that you could emerge into the light and make a spectacle of yourself.
He had been a ghost amongst the trees – visible for less than a split second, leaving behind a creeping feeling of dread in those who were (un)fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of him. He had searched far and wide within the forest, growing more and more frustrated as time passed without a single Vasto Lorde or Arrancar stumbling across his path. He had constantly reminded himself to be patient. Yes, time was of the essence if he wanted to pull the crumbling armies of his Queen under his own banner. But power was not something one obtained overnight. He simply needed to wait it out – he would find them eventually.
It was nearly a month into his hunting that he finally found a Vasto Lorde. She was a willowy, beautiful thing that was practically human in form and considerably shorter than him. He had licked his lips and stepped into her path, looking directly at her. His clothes had long since been ripped to shreds and discarded by this point. And he had ceased walking around in his Arrancar form, perpetually in Resurrección. She had immediately been intrigued by him, if a little wary. With a little Plata Lengua, a little chivalrous attitude and a little luck, he had her following him around like a little puppy – head-over-heels obsessed with him. She was happy and not alone for the first time in ages. He had shivered with power and delight as he’d ripped open her throat with his teeth while he had fucked her against a tree, swallowing down her gurgling and blood. He had stripped the flesh from her bones in a matter of hours before consuming the organs and bones as well. He’d been right. He needed to seek something that was above himself in some way if he wanted to become stronger.
After that, he had come across a natural Arrancar. The beefy humanoid thing towered over him, making him think it had probably been an impatient Gillian. He had cut deeply into one of his legs moments after discovering the Arrancar – purposely weakening himself to lure it into attacking him. The plan had worked brilliantly and after a fairly brief battle he had feasted upon the Arrancar’s carcass just like he had the Vasto Lorde before it. The surge of power was pathetic in comparison, but it was a start. As soon as he had finished, he’d gone searching once more. After finding the first two, it was suddenly much easier to find more of what he wanted – more Arrancar, at least. They ranged from Gillians to Adjuchas generally, but that was alright for now. He knew he would come across the ultimate prize soon enough. It was out here; he knew it.
For weeks, he searched for it. He consumed Arrancar after Arrancar, losing count as he went. The number didn’t really matter. He wouldn’t reach the heights he sought with their carcasses. They merely served as stepping stones for the true conquest. He was patient. He was methodical. And eventually, he found it – a Vasto Lorde Arrancar. He had been trembling as he stepped into its path. This one was so powerful, so far beyond him. And it had been an Adonis of a male – nearly as tall as Colin, well-built, gorgeous hair the color of burnished bronze, and piercing blue eyes the color of summer skies in Scotland. Its mask fragment covered its mouth and was shaped like an eagle’s beak. He had immediately grinned as he looked into Adonis’ azure eyes.
“I’m going to kill you,” he had said softly. Adonis had smirked and laughed before mocking Colin. What had followed was the most intense and devastating battle in Colin’s six centuries as a Hollow. They had torn apart the surrounding land for at least half a mile in every direction. Trees had been reduced to splinters or ashes. Long furrows had been dug in the earth. It had been exhilarating and glorious and utterly satisfying. And at the very end they had stood face-to-face, panting and shaking with fatigue and pain – both covered in cuts and bruises, with at least a few broken bones between them. There was enough energy in each for one last strike. It was just a question of which could bring himself to do it first.
At last, Colin had dropped to his knees – seemingly defeated. And Adonis had struck without thought. As Adonis had leapt at him, Colin had smeared blood in one palm and pulled together the last dregs of his reiatsu for one final cero. He had thrust his hand forward and fired off a Gran Rey Cero through Adonis’ gut at point-blank range. He had laughed hoarsely as the Arrancar collapsed beside him. He had coughed up a little bit of blood, watching Adonis tremble in his death throes. “Told you I’d kill you,” he whispered. “And now I’m going to eat you like the prize you are.”
And that was exactly what he had done. He had ripped Adonis’ throat out and begun devouring his kill. He took his time with it, savoring every drop of blood and morsel. The strength that coursed through him with every bite he took was almost overwhelming. This was exactly what he had been hunting for his entire life – this power that coiled in his belly like an impending orgasm. He had moaned with delight as he worked his way through the corpse. It took him nearly a day to actually eat his beautiful Adonis, but by the time he finished he was healing nicely and was on the cusp of another evolution.
Colin sighed deeply as he lifted his head up and surveyed the area around him at last. He was somewhere deep in the Menos Forest – far from the sands and even farther from Las Noches. But he was also thoroughly satisfied. He lay back on the ground and stared up at the dark sky above him, tucking his hands beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. He just let the power course through him for a bit, knowing it would explode at any moment. When it did, he would finally be ready to return to Las Noches and claim his Queen’s title for himself.
A few days later: Colin yawned as he strode up to Las Noches and through the gates. As he had expected, the place was quite chaotic. Arrancar were bickering amongst each other – Espada included – and there were signs of battle everywhere. The buildings and earth were damaged, but that was all fixable. He sonido’d in closer to the largest group of Arrancar and unceremoniously laid them all on their asses as he let his reiatsu overflow. After a few moments of that, he relented and turned to the nearest Arrancar. “Where is Aristide?”
It had taken the Arrancar a while to answer, but Colin was patient. If Aristide was here, he probably wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. So the Primera let the Arrancar catch its breath and was rewarded with a trembling finger pointed towards his Queen’s old quarters. Colin nodded and sonido’d towards her empty home, located Aristide’s reiatsu within its walls and made his way towards a place he had never dreamed he would set foot – the bedroom of Zelena Angelis, Demon Queen. He paused outside the closed door, in awe of where he was about to go. He took a moment to collect himself before he unceremoniously kicked the door off its hinges and stepped into the bedroom. “What the hell are you doing, Aristide?” he asked calmly as he looked to where the second-in-command was sprawled on their Queen’s bed.
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Post by Julius Aristide on Oct 18, 2013 13:07:27 GMT -5
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Julius' eyes widened in shock, which quickly turned to rage when the door to the room flew right off of its hinges. In stepped the former Primera, who had been missing after the attack on the Seireitei. In his current state, Julius' initial instinct was to throw himself at the other Arrancar and rip him to shreds. He was desecrating his Queen's room! But Julius knew that he wasn't in any condition to fight, mentally. He knew that he could take Colin, but making even more of a spectacle of himself now just wouldn't do. Not in this room.
When he heard the other Arrancar's question, Julius let his face fall back to his usual stoic mask and rose back to his feet, already having wiped his tears away when the door had been busted open. He didn't much like the former Primera's tone, but didn't care enough to comment on it. He just wanted the other Arrancar to leave. "It's none of your concern. Please leave," he replied curtly, thankfully able to keep his composure. His right hand, which was balled up into a fist and shaking slightly was the only indication that he was upset. But if Colin left now, he would forget about it. He was leaving them behind soon enough, anyway.
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Post by Colin Ualas on Nov 3, 2013 6:39:21 GMT -5
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HAN:14 REI:21 HAK:22 SEI:22 BUK:21 HOH:26
Colin waited patiently for Julius to get his ass up off the bed. He had plenty of time to spare right now. The army was still mostly all here and wouldn’t be fleeing Las Noches any time soon. There were gaps in the Espada ranks to fill, but it wasn’t of paramount importance to take care of that. What mattered was getting Julius’ head out of his ass – a difficult task, considering the Arrancar’s unhealthy attachment to their deceased Queen. But he was going to need Julius’ help if he wanted to swiftly pull the army back together. He had the strength to do the task slowly, but not the patience. Julius was the swiftest and easiest path to a proper transition of power, he was certain of it. And if the Arrancar decided to be difficult, Colin could always search for another second-in-command if he really needed to. He preferred avoiding that route if at all possible. Julius was a good fighter and intelligent, despite his comparative youth. Angelis had made him second-in-command for a reason. Colin could appreciate that. So it was a comfort when the Arrancar finally stood up and faced him.
“It’s none of your concern. Please leave.”
The curt reply was exactly what Colin was expecting. That didn’t stop him from sighing in exasperation. Yes, he was impressed by Julius’ ability to maintain composure in the face of Colin’s blatant invasion of Angelis’ domain. The clenched, trembling right fist was the only indication of what he could only assume was absolute rage magnified by unspeakable grief. But Colin had no intention of leaving or backing down. There was work to be done and Julius was a readily available resource – someone the other Arrancar were familiar with. He stepped further into the bedroom. He would make Julius listen to him, one way or another. “I’m afraid it is my concern, Aristide. There is an army in need of a leader and you are not stepping up to the task. Quite frankly, it’s pathetic and an insult to our Queen’s memory.” He spread his arms wide. “Someone has to take charge. I always figured it would be you. That is one purpose of a second-in-command, is it not?” He waved a hand at Julius as the other settled lightly on Estampido Supersónico. “Yet here you are, wallowing in your grief like some moronic wretch. Disgraceful.”
He moved over to a beautifully carved chair and placed his free hand on it. Angelis had sat in this chair, once upon a time. It was also closer to him than the bed. The distance, however slight, would allow Colin more time to act should Julius decide to rush him. Plus, the chair would work nicely for what he had in mind. “I can’t allow you to ruin the last vestiges of our Queen’s efforts with your disgusting angst.” With that, he smoothly and effortlessly picked the chair up with one hand and flung it against a wall. It easily broke from the force of impact, despite how nonchalantly he had thrown it. But before it had even traveled halfway to the wall, Colin had already moved to a small table and given it similar treatment. As the table went flying, Colin charged up a cero and blasted a hole in the exterior wall. He swiftly leapt through it and stopped midair, turning to face the hole he’d created. He was certain Julius would follow. He knew that the only way to gain control over the army was to defeat Julius. So he was going to give the Arrancar a reason to fight. It was a dick move to pull, but there was no other way – though admittedly, he would have preferred to destroy Angelis’ bed as a means to piss Julius off. Well, he couldn’t have everything.
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Post by Julius Aristide on Nov 13, 2013 0:13:40 GMT -5
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Once again, the Arrancar had to try very hard to keep himself from attacking the Primera. Was he really saying that? Julius could honestly say that he didn't give a damn about the Espada anymore. He had been unable to do anything to protect Zelena. That had been his sole purpose before. How could he possibly lead the Espada, given that failure? Of course, Julius wasn't going to come out and say that in front of Colin.
"You dare to lecture me?" he said in a low tone, not turning, but following the Primera with his eyes as he moved over to Zelena's chair. "What do you think you're doing?" he questioned, ignoring whatever Colin had said before picking the chair up. And when he threw it, Julius literally saw red. He only stood there, frozen as the other Arrancar moved on to destroy a table and then blasted a hole in the wall.
As the other Arrancar jumped through the hole of his own making, Julius still didn't make a single move. He was still staring at the spot where the chair had smashed against the wall. But before too long, he looked back towards the hole that lead out to the courtyard. By now, he had guessed what Colin was trying to do. He wanted to fight for the right to lead the Espada. While Julius couldn't give two shits about the position, he did know one thing: the Primera needed to pay. Julius wouldn't let him have any part of what he wanted; not after that.
A long, thin black Daito suddenly materialized in Julius' right hand. "Absolve." The black blade began to disappear into darkness, and the air's temperature dropped significantly. So great was the volume of Reiryoku around him that it started to cover the ground underneath him, solidifying into ice. "Nirvana." With that, gravity lessened slightly, which would probably give Colin a sensation of weightlessness for a split second as the area went pitch black. Julius could feel his hair starting to lengthen and his clothes starting to change, but paid it no heed. He was going to take the chance his Resurreccion gave him to blindside the Primera.
Using Sonido, Julius appeared right in front of the Primera just as the darkness started to lessen, and swung his right fist at the other Arrancar's chest with all his strength, aiming to go right through him so that he could freeze him from the inside out. He wasn't messing around. Julius actually wanted to kill Colin. Normally, he wouldn't have gone so far, nor would he have even thought about using his Resurreccion. But he didn't have perfect control of himself anymore.
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Post by Colin Ualas on Nov 26, 2013 0:36:31 GMT -5
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LYRICS: This is War, 30 Seconds to Mars
STATS: HAN: 16 REI: 21 HAK: 29 SEI: 22 BUK: 21 HOH: 29
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to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Colin felt the moment Julius began shifting into his Resurrección. The temperature dropped dramatically, causing the Primera to shiver slightly at the sudden change. His hand immediately went to the cold hilt of Estampido Supersónico. He pulled the sword slightly out of its sheath – revealing about an inch or so of the finely crafted Damascus blade. He fought to not relinquish his grip on the hilt. He’d never been a fan of ice and snow and the cold, but this mild discomfort was just the beginning and he needed to be prepared for Julius’ onslaught. Moments later, there was a brief sensation of weightlessness accompanied by a sudden lack of light. In an instant, the talwar was out of its sheath. As the blade sliced through the air, he murmured, “Shatter the air, Estampido Supersónico.”
For a brief moment, he was engulfed in a whirlwind of his reiatsu. If Julius was going to pull out his Resurrección this soon, so would Colin. They had been more or less evenly matched before Angelis’ defeat. And although Colin’s reiatsu hadn’t shifted in the slightest, he knew that he now outstripped the grieving lieutenant in just about every other aspect. The thought caused a small smirk to dance around his lips. And as the whirlwind rapidly subsided to reveal his Resurrección form, Julius suddenly appeared in front of him with the familiar crack of sonido. Without thinking, his left hand flew up to block the punch aimed at his chest. His body still didn’t weather damage terribly well and Julius had put his full strength behind that blow. There was a resounding smack as fist met palm.
Colin wrapped his hand around the fist as he went sliding backwards in the air from the impact. He grimaced slightly from the arctic chill of Julius’ reiatsu, but beyond that there was no indication of any damage or discomfort. He could feel the bones of his left hand had probably fractured at least slightly, but still – this was nothing compared to his Adonis. Besides, he needed to keep Julius in one spot for just a moment. The grimace quickly turned into a smirk as his right hand curled into a fist, which he sent flying at Julius’ jaw at full speed and full strength. They weren’t here to play around, after all.
As his attack flew forward, Colin relinquished his grip on Julius’ fist. He couldn’t tolerate the cold any longer and it was definitely not doing any good for his poor bones. Whether he connected or not, he sonido’d to the left. “I guess this can’t be a nice, natural progression at all. Straight to the slaughter, then.” As he settled into a solid stance, feet shoulder-width apart, he was once again engulfed in a whirlwind of golden reiatsu. He closed his eyes as the still-strange sensation of his body twisting and morphing washed over him. He could hardly wait to see the look on Julius’ face.
As quickly as the whirlwind appeared, it vanished to reveal the power he had obtained – his Segunda Etapa. This was the form that answered his inner desire, his inner desperation for strength and power. He was taller and muscular, with a daunting spear at his side that was as tall as he. His legs had morphed to resemble a griffin’s – furred above the knees, tufts of feather at the knees, and leathery hide from knees down ending in three razor-sharp talons on each foot. If people had thought his choice of clothing was poor before, they would probably be appalled by his near-lack of it now. Naught but a golden stylized collar, golden bands and golden half-gauntlets covered his torso while there wasn’t so much as a loincloth to cover the lower half. That would have impeded his new tail, in any case. Fortunately, there was nothing to see – thanks to the fur and griffin physiology.
He grinned, but did not speak again. That was the one downside to this form thus far – he couldn’t speak a single language. He could still squawk and growl and caw and roar, but that was just undignified on so many levels. Without waiting another moment, he sonido’d directly behind Julius. Their reiatsu was still perfectly matched and Colin’s body was still rather vulnerable – but he was a beast of a being, just like his father. Hefting the spear high above his head, he slammed it full force into Julius’ right shoulder blade. The two-edged spearhead easily tore through flesh and bone, piercing through to the other side of Julius’ body. Colin jerked the spear free and repeated the process on the other shoulder blade. Both times, he narrowly avoided cutting through organs or major blood vessels.
Planting one clawed foot squarely in the center of Julius’ back, Colin freed his spear once more before spinning it around and slamming the butt of it into the back of Julius’ head. He made a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl – his new laughter – as Angelis’ lieutenant went plummeting to the sands below. He had hoped to keep Julius alive and active in the Espada, but he also hadn’t anticipated the lieutenant going straight for a killing blow. He couldn’t very well have that. The air around him seemed to rustle and whirl, blurring the sight of him for several moments as he morphed back into his sealed form. He sheathed Estampido Supersónico as he called out to the falling Arrancar. “If you live, you’re welcome to return as my lieutenant. If you die, it is no great loss. I will simply find another. It was a pleasure knowing you, Julius Aristide.”
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