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Pamela had never been a devout combatant. She just didn't find pleasure fighting and hurting others, at least when she was herself. On the rare occasions where she released, her personality changed drastically and she was a beast in most senses of the word. However, she rarely ever released as she knew the way she became. Nevertheless, though she disliked it, fighting was necessary. To further her goals, most of which she did not have clear, she needed to get stronger. And it would be nearly impossible to improve and get stronger without training. She had decided that. She had also had a few encounters were she would have been easily taken advantage of by stronger foes had she not been saved. She needed this.
Staring into the distance and scanning the area she spotted a very large rock. She had no real experience yet with training. The times she had fought she fought for survival or out of the will and resolve her release created for her. Aside from that, there was no real impulse or motive. Materializing her bow and her quiver she jumped high into the air. Without wasting time reaching into her quiver she drew the string of her bow which caused an arrow to appear in between the draw range created and fire at very high speeds. Hovering in the air, her expression showed she was not happy. And that, was rare enough for her. She was always so joyful and smiling for no apparent reason. But this was serious. She needed to do this. But...she didn't know how. Rushing from left to right she shot arrow in opposite directions and used her sonido to speed up to and hopefully catch both of the arrows. At their high speeds and their contrasting directions it was a failed attempt every time. Deep inside however, she knew this. Nevertheless she would not give up. She wasn't sure whether her method would ensure her any success, but she had to believe. She had to believe it would.
With every shot fired, each arrow seemed to be traveling at a faster speed and considerably stronger. No. It was not because she had miraculously gotten stronger. It was something else. As strange as it was for her, specially in her seal state to feel like this, she was upset. She was upset with herself. She was terrified of her future if she did not amount to more and change her own strengths and weakness. Grasping the string as hard as she could, it was possible to see tears begin to form in her eyes. Rushing as fast as she could while she fired she hoped the distance and the speed would clear away her thoughts and any remnants of the substance flowing from her eyes.
All of a sudden she felt a presence which made her stop and gaze aimlessly around her. It was strong. It was really strong. She could not remember the last time she had felt a presence like this. Part of her wanted to find who this person was. She needed to get stronger after all. However, she was a fool. If someone as strong as that was truly nearby, they'd want nothing to do with a weakling like her. Though part of her told her to run, she could not accomplish the task. Remaining immobile for the first couple of minutes, she was not sure if what ran down her cheek was sweat or tears from her earlier inner struggle. Exhaling, she began to take short steps forward. Judging by the distance and the strength of the spiritual pressure, whoever it was, it was nearing Pamela and about to come face to face with her. The encounter, like the individual who bore such energy remained a mystery, but she couldn't imagine her fate would be much worse than the nightmare of living as she was. Weak.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: A Familiar Look [Tia] Fri Jan 31, 2014 11:04 pm
Hueco Mundo was quiet. It always seemed to be the way as of late, many people who would normally reside within this world of Hollows were gone, taken away by affiliations with such groups as Shadow Fall or K-world, yet they didn't have even an ounce of time to come back home and visit. It was sad in the eyes of Tia Halibel, yet she did prefer not to dwell on such thoughts. For the past few years, Tia was found mostly wondering the deserts of Hueco Mundo, coming upon settlements of hollows that were abandoned after the incidents in the realm of Earth or thrown aside as weak. For years she had met weaklings such as these hollows, for years she was constantly challenged by them for being a 'failed espada' or a 'reject' of the hollow race. She didn't like the words they threw at her, it wasn't something that could be adjusted to, but she didn't let it get to her heart. Even so, listening to people as pathetic as them was a sure way to ruin any chance of self-worth she had. Tia Halibel did have to wonder, however. She wasn't sure whether wondering the vast emptiness of Hueco Mundo was good for her. She had recently joined forces with the likes of K-world, however, something that had put an end to her travels.
Yet as she walked through the white sand that coated the surface of Hueco Mundo, her mindset began to shift from these thoughts of her past to the present. Rumbles of power, tiny ripples send through the very atmosphere could be heard through the air, minor vibrations hitting her body. Hands curled up and placed just under her exposed breasts, Halibel couldn't help but give a slight stare at what she saw off in the distance. A arrancar wielding some sort of bow, letting off shots from a large bow at seemingly no intended target. Taking steps closer, more features about this woman's body became apparent. She had thigh-high shorts on, barely long enough to cover her behind, meanwhile only being slight horn-like material covering her nipples. Her pink hair had white horns protruding from her skull and a tail coming out from just above her butt as well. A peculiar appearance for an arrancar, however this wasn't the most evident thing about this girl to Tia. Keeping her bust held up with her arms under them, she let out a huff of interest. Taking steps closer and closer, the former espada began to observe the arrancar becoming suspicious, her body seemingly going into shock at the pressure of Halibel. Interesting... Halibel thought. Normally she wouldn't pay an attention to a girl such as this, however something stood out against the rest of the hollow in this dark, pitch black world.
Slipping into a sonido, Tia would now appear atop of a rock that laid beside the girl, her body being propped high, back held straight and her right leg crossed over her left leg, hands held elegantly in her lap. "You're new." Two soft words escaped from Tia's mouth before finally letting her presence be known. Tia held no hostile aura about her, in fact she did not plan on attacking this woman unless she gave a reason to do so. Running her fingers softly in her lap, she'd look down curiously again at the woman before her. "Don't be afraid. I have no interest in fighting you. Although, what are you doing here? Training? Running?" There were many options as to what she was doing here, except none seemed right. She still had the essence of tears running down her face and sweat falling from her brow. She looked angry, yet Tia could not pinpoint the reason as to why this was. Uncoiling her crossed legs, she'd push herself off the rock and place her hands under her breasts again, crossing her arms. Throughout all of this, her face would remain a simply emotionless state, not a single bit of fear, sadness, worry, happiness, cockiness or even narcissism cross her face. She was simply... there. She simply was there, no emotions running through her other than curiosity. She was not worried about an attack against her, she could easily defend against it if it happened, yet someone like this? They seemed lost in a way. Even so, it was a potential recruit for K-world right here, if she could bring them into the fold, perhaps it might prove her worth even more.
Yet this could go many ways. It could either cause her to find an ally, or it could have ended up in a completely different manner, one where Halibel is forced to kill her. Depending on the actions of the arrancar woman before her, Tia had a few decisions to make. She did not want to fight her, Halibel wasn't someone who was going out and looking for a fight -- she was someone who tried to avoid fighting, using it as a resort if someone she loved was hurt or she was pushed to it. None the less, she was curious for the girls reaction. She seemed peculiar, not only in appearance, but the very aura she gave off. Halibel was intrigued by this. Never the less, the wheel of fortune was spinning. Who would it land on in the end? It was only a matter of time.
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Subject Post 3Subject: Re: A Familiar Look [Tia] Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:11 pm
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Maintaining a steady flow of arrows, Pamela had tried to avoid the blatantly obvious surge of nearby spiritual pressure. It was a moot point really. Judging by the power of the incoming individual, whoever it was had likely sensed Pamela's energy before she had a chance to get a glimpse of the magnitude of the power approaching. However, she had to believe she had a chance to live and to improve. Yes, her thoughts made no sense. Really. They didn't. Continuing to fire her arrows she hoped she would look big and strong enough to be ignored. She knew it wouldn't happen. Though her skills might have looked imposing, she had a definite amount of spiritual pressure, and putting on a show was not going to make her stronger than she was at the current time.
During one of her pauses she overheard the familiar sound of sonido. Dematerializing her bow and quiver into sparkles of nothingness, she turned to see. It was not hard to believe that the individual had already arrived at her destination by the time Pamela's eyes landed on the originally direction the Arrancar had come from. Turning quickly again, she found the Arrancar, a lady, atop a rock. She's a woman, she thought to herself. The sight, at least to Pamela, was rare enough. The Arrancar's word were short but decisive. It was almost as if Pamela had been cut through the neck as she had been momentarily rendered unable to speak. It was not the spiritual pressure. It was something else. Instead of speaking up, Pamela merely raised her right hand to scratch the back of her head, eyes closed, as she let out a soft and honest laughter. She wasn't making fun of the Arrancar. She didn't find the situation funny. It was different. It was akin to the feeling of feeling faint at the sight of blood or a very serious wound. She had become so anxious and temporarily nervous that she was forced to laugh to avoid caving onto herself.
Don't be afraid she repeated on the back of her head. Though she had clearly heard the whole train of thought from the Arrancar, it was that first set of words that stuck. Perhaps because they were the first heard, but also perhaps because they seemed to guarantee her safety, even if only temporarily. Before she had a chance to analyze the statement and formulate a response, her eyes went straight for the lady's breasts. Pamela had very sizable breasts. They were completely uncovered saved for the minuscule structure covering the nipples. But still. The lady. Her breasts. They are big! she thought to herself more than a couple of times. Plus, with the arms underneath the uncovered tan breasts, they looked even bigger. With the slightest comical frown, Pamela crossed her arms under her breasts as well in a near similar fashion, though mostly out of reflex. It was likely that her breasts were nearly the same size as the Arrnacar's. Heck, there was a chance they would be bigger; there was no one measuring. However, in her mind, the Arrancar's breasts looked a lot bigger than hers, even if they actually were or not. Pamela had never been one obsessed at all about her appearance. Her choice in clothing stemmed out of the need for mobility and the fact that she truly did not care too much for the looks and the comments. But the skin tone of the Arrnacar and her body proportions...It was difficult not to be jealous of her appearance. Pamela however, tried her best to avoid her jealousy from appearing too blatantly obvious.
Blinking about five or six times she widened her eyes thinking that she might have zoned out for a bit after her question. Maybe she had, maybe she hadn't. She truly did not know. Nevertheless she tried to answer the question as soon as she had noticed. "Training" she said in a louder tone of voice than usual. Finally composing herself and adjusting the tone of her voice she continued, "Actually both. Training and running." She didn't know who this Arrancar was. She didn't even know her name. She just knew she was beautiful, and really strong. But beyond that, she knew nothing else. There was no telling how her behavior and personality were like. There was a good chance she wouldn't care at all about Pamela's problems or the reason she trained and ran. Heck, she would have been more inclined to believe she would jump down and behead her to spare her the torture of dealing with her. However, Pamela wanted to believe there was something special about the Arrnacar. Aside from being astoundingly beautiful, and a lady, she had a hunch there was something more. But she couldn't quite put her finger on it. However, there was a bigger hunch. She was about to find out.
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: A Familiar Look [Tia] Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:29 pm
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