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The sands of Hueco Mundo's vast desert pelted and battered anything standing from the aftermath of the terrible destruction that besieged the realm naught but a month ago. Las Noches itself took most of the destruction but the aftermath effected much more then the citadels hallowed walls. The blasts shockwave itself killed many lesser hollow wiping them clear out of existence, those who survived felt the aftermath in many different ways. One such hollow, a creature a man a fiend just a few of the things he has been referred to has survived. He was known as simply Galice a traveling hollow anything but average. Many even mistaken him for an arrancar do to his small size and humanoid bipedal stature. Only up close does it become clear as to what or who he is.
Galice shuffled along through the desert with labored steps and a long cloak covering his head and body. It seemed as if he had been traveling for weeks each step requiring more effort then the last. Something was wrong no arrancar ever seemed tire from traveling long distances. This one was weakening as if his very form was sapping away his very strength. The traveler constantly searched the distance as if looking for something. This seemed folly as the area was long wiped clean of life and there were few hollow to find. The traveler swayed a bit and dropped down to it's arm and knee. The arm that was exposed was jet black like a hollows containing three fingers but it looked as if the arm was badly decomposed. What was wrong with this hollow?
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Digging for worms Sun May 25, 2014 12:12 am
Such splendid sight this is. Looking at the home of hollows, covered in sand and crawling with numbers of them was something that the nature had created. Demons hardly ventured here unless they have business to do or had the spare time to waste in their trip into going here. The screams of chaos and death was common to be heard in this place, souls that were never in peace was eaten and turned into lesser hollows, slowly evolving to Menos, then adjuchas. When it comes to analyzing the world of spiritual beings and corrupted souls, Hueco Mundo was one of the hotspots to catch one and bring it into an experiment of its lost soul, the hole that every hollows and arrancar has after they went through a process of hollowfication. The nature of these things are simply unknown, even for someone with a large knowledge, the souls of inner hollows, Arrancar and such are something that we don't really know, whether they are naturally created or through an artificial process, such as Nirvana that gives beings like Davana Demons, a life. To get a better detail out of these mysteries, a more intelligent hollow would be much appreciated, something that is easier to control of when it goes berserk or evolves to something, bigger and stronger.
Silvia Asthavon was one of the curious ones of such mysteries, even if a great knowledge about the aspects and concepts of the universe, she doesn't have an absolute intelligence over such things, and in order to gain them, she has to get an experimental subject that is willing to be her pet, a slave, an experiment for her to understand the life and soul of a hollow, an arrancar. Silvia dresses in a rather, revealing manner, only dressing in a set of bikini, a black jacket only to cover her upper body, while only covering what's so little on her lower part, by wearing an oversized jacket. Her hand lifted between her eyes, adjusting the degree of her glasses where her neon green eyes fixed itself on sight, before dropping her hand down, armed seemingly with a pair of claws that is sharp enough to inflict a wound on someone's flesh if its sharp tips were to even poke you, and because of that case, she handles her subordinates and people around her very carefully wihout hurting them, since they are an 'information' that needs to be analyzed throughoutly, otherwise, datas gained may not be enough for her.
In the wake of her own mind, her walks within Hueco Mundo was nothing but a simple venturing of hollows, intelligent ones, that can understand her speech and acknowledge those around it. She needed a hollow like that, desperately. Of course, she'll grant them a wish if they agree to be her experimental underling, a power that they wish to drive for above all other hollows. During her delightful walk, the energy that she gives off is certainly weak, if one were to measure it, it was somewhere a 4 tier individual. In order to lure out hollows, she has to keep herself in a low profile, convincing hollows to come by for the sake of devouring her because of her weak essence, and there is also another reason why she kept it down. If she unleashes her usual spiritual power, not even a Menos can have the second to touch her, since her power requires an immensely high amount of energy in order to effectively wield it, she worked her way up and built her energy to a point where it turns even seated shinigamis into dusts, lieutenants to shivers and captains to sweating birds. To not kill off her good subjects for the experiment or rather, an attempt to acknowledge the life of a hollow, she surpressed her spiritual power to a weak level.
Her steps against the sands of Hueco Mundo was light, it doesn't seem to puncture the sands beneath her feet as she walked through Hueco Mundo like a graceful lady herself, eyes were brimming with curiousity and the need of more knowledge. Not before long when she found a cloaked man, its shape and appearance were like a human being, although cloaked in darkness to prevent any exposure of its skin. But she wouldn't fail to sense out a dying energy from this young man, looking at its condition to a point of kneeling down on his knees and arms to support its stance from laying its body against the rough sands. It would be affect the pride of the Asthavon family if she didn't help out one of her own people, a comrade, a subordinate from her sister's organization, Shadowfall. Even if Silvia wasn't directly involved with the organization itself, herself is indeed one of Mana's sisters. Silvia does hold an appearance almost resembling to Mana herself but not much of it. Her hand reached out to the cloaked man, her smile were sincere and didn't give away any hidden motives or evil intentions, just like a mother-like figure herself. When she spoke, her tone was like a mixture of an Australian and British accent and was as graceful as a woman, a sound that smoothes one's heart if her voice echoed through your eardrums, "Thou seemst weak. Shall i help you up, young traveller?"
The creature under the hood lifted it's head to look at the woman from within the darkness of the hood two eyes gave a faint red glow. In a split second the figure let out a classic howl that hollows were known for far and wide. No sooner then the echoing howl finish the hollow did attack. Lashing out from the hood with a curved white mask with sharp biting jaws heading straight for the woman's neck. It appeared to be a desperate creatures blind last attempt to sink it's jaws into the waters of salvation. Would you not gasp for air if it could prevent your last dying breath. As uncivilized as these hollow creatures were they were not without the same fundamental traits as any living creature. Kill or be killed, fight or flight, live or die trying. These were true to anything that valued their own life over another creatures.
Inside Galice's mind the thought's weren't completely the same they were motivated by much more then survival. Inside the beast lingered a much more complex mind. It planned it plotted it strategized. This creature lashing out was clearly not making intelligent decisions. What truly did Galice hope to accomplish against such an unknown creature. The answers weren't written on the faces of the combatants this was for sure. The time for talk was abruptly cut short and was it was time for the woman to decide kill or be killed. How quickly in this cut throat world are the tables turned.
Well, when it comes to survival, many beings were always very desperate to live on, to go as far as turning their backs on their comrades if it is about living. Nature is really cunning but at the same time, it is something mysterious, of course. Just like the creature before her when her hand gracefully reached out to help, just lunnged its bare fangs to her. Despite such occurances, her face seemed calm, not even showing a sign of hesitation to proceed her next move. Before Galice's pair of eyes, before his thirsty, sharp fangs were to take its time to reach her neck for the bite, an energy seemed to be charging above her shoulder, and it took no longer than a second before it collapses into a fierce blast, a blast of energy shot in a large form of energy that simply rips through the sands of Hueco Mundo like a butter, forming a large gap between the sands and if it hits the hollow, for his level and her own under a surpression state, the blast were merely a size, only to leave nothing but burns that would feel a large sting of pain and held enough recoil to blow off multiple Menos-sized hollows over the air wihout a sweat. Galice was no exception to such recoil for his human-like stature that can't even compete against the likes of Menos.
Next up, the moment she waved her hand, before the hollow can gain its balance and composure back from the lunge, the sands around the hollow seemed to open a small gap, before a wall of green energy bursts out from the ground and reinforces around the hollow like a cage, locking him inside as if he was a wild animal that has to be kept locked. The cage was merely designed to sustain ceros fired by experienced and trained Arrancar, no matter how many shots are fired. It was rather unmanly for Galice to attack an elegant lady that came her way out to reach her help to the one that needed help, because the fact that he was her sister's subordinate and member, she wouldn't close an eye and leave someone to die, would she?
Her arms crossed, lips were expressing a smile as her eyes glares at the hollow, currently in hunger. Her words echoed and past the wall of energy she placed up to keep the hollow in control from running rampage, "Thou attacked a defenseless lady that tried helping you, a fierce one, aren't you, boy? You are an interesting one, it seems. There is a question, i have to ask. Do you wish for power? Money? A body? If so, answer me like an intelligent being and i'll grant you what you need. However, there is an exception for that in exchange for those, of course. Its a rare offer from someone you don't really know, since i am looking for any hollows that have intelligence, and you seemed to be the first one that caught my eye, aye?"
The shockwave rippled outward burning away the simple mindless hollow that launched outward at the woman mask and all. As the cage formed it was noticeable that the cloak had dropped to the ground inside it nearly flat showing that the body that was once inside it was toast. But something else was wrong any being who's killed a hollow knows that they die without a trace remaining, vaporizing into the air as quickly as they came. But out from this cape lying within the cage floor oozed out a semi viscous fluid thicker than a bodily fluid but not quite solid. This fluid gave off faint pulses of spiritual pressure, first starting off very infrequent. Given about five to ten seconds the fluid started to pulse spiritual pressure more rapidly giving the repetitive pattern of that of a human heartbeat. It also surprisingly began to move getting thin and runny almost like water rolling down hill, One thing was apparent to the woman this substance was alive and it had no intentions of being locked away like a caged bird.
The Ooze made it's way slowly but steadily through the bars of the cage towards the woman's foot the pile of gelatinous fluid now stewed at her feet mixing itself around cycling through a pattern of vastly different ominous eyes and rows of assorted teeth and even a tendril or two out stretched toward the woman. It seemed as if this was a struggled attempt at communication or perhaps a trap one could not know, at this point it would take a mix of caution and blind curiosity to make the next move. One thing was for sure whatever this creature was it had seen better days.
It was hard to not being curious about such circumstances, of course. Intelligence is one of the most mysterious thing you can receive other than a soul and a complex body, a feeling of self-control and power when you move each and every fingers, legs that stretches foward for each step. Intelligence is what allows every being to gain knowledge of. Even almost brainless beings like ants almost seemed to have intelligence of its own, communicating its own kind with its own method and have the mind to move even wihout the brain itself, which is one of the most interesting things about intelligence. Why Silvia strived for an intelligent hollow as her experiment because it would be easier to communicate and understand, how the hole developed on a hollow, how its soul is still 'there' despite that it went through hollowfication, and how intelligence were developed to one's mind and instict even if they have already lost their mind, its humanity and sanity after becoming a hollow. These were question to the nature and process of things around her, and to crave for more knowledge of such things, she has to experiment it and acknowledge them in order to understand more about the law of the universe, law of spiritual beings and human beings, that applied to them naturally and to go through that process the law has created to become a specific organism.
This Galice hollow was no exception of that either. Curious about how he moves his body that melted into a pile of fluids, but when someone made it obvious, they would most likely say that it was because of the 'power' that allowed them to move even in fluid form, just like a slime. But her question is, how does the 'power' allowed the body to move? Is it because of natural instinct, the driving soul of the hollow or because of its own intelligence. Intelligent beings could talk, of course, but this being doesn't seem to be able to talk. His dying energy only means one thing, that he requires some sort of 'boost' out of something to regain stability of his own, and wihout furtherado, it was the time to help out a comrade. Her eyes glanced before the fluid around her, growing a tendril or two towards her, and all she did was a smile on her face. There was no actual fear in her eyes, nor there was a hint of caution at all, and all she did was injecting her sharp claws into the tendril, and in Galice's case, he would feel a sudden flow of energy inside of him. That's because she collected some of her surpressed energy into a small clump before her hand, before manipulating the energy to be injected into the fluid itself to let the hollow to relive itself back to life again. Hopefully, such method can put him into talking.
Chuckling slightly, only a short sentence of words came out of her lips, "So..? Feel like talking now, young one?"
He claw entering Galice's form was like a key into its appropriate door. The energy was sucked dry from the hand it was given by in a manner that displayed how desperately it was needed even after receiving the share of energy the mass further latched on and did not let go pulling a slower siphon of energy at its own pace akin, akin to that of a leech. As quickly as it was taken it was used in a dramatic burst of energy the endomorphic substance replicated and grew on a cellular level branching out from the arm that fed it quickly forming a solid set of arms, then a medium build torso. It then wasted no time creating what resembled a pelvis followed by two long slender legs with a webbed foot on each. The last things to form were a prehensile tail easily the length of his body and most importantly what looked like the shape of a human head. The face was devoid of features and the only thing that gave it a hint of resemblance to the next man or woman was a single human eye on the left side if his face.
Upon fully reforming himself Galice stretched and removed the arch in his back, orienting the countless eyes that covered his body to gaze on the demon woman who restored him to full strength now standing tall at a total height of seven feet he stared down at her still attached and began to speak through their physical link, in her mind he spoke in a raspy voice. “Your rietsu is foreign but welcomed. Stranger are you to Mundo. You must feed you will feed?” In a flash of images to her mind Galice showed the female demon his needs and his wants. She knew exactly what it is he seeks.
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Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Digging for worms Sun May 25, 2014 11:11 am
She wouldn't mind giving all the energy the hollow needs, as long as he is willing to be her subject, of course. Her arms crossed again, only to chuckle at the man's words when he called it a 'Foreign Reiatsu', "Indeed, it is foreign. It is a universal energy that matches the embodiment of universe itself, so it matches with almost anything it wants as long as it is part of 'it', that is how it works."
The universal energy, something you can be amazed with, an embodiment of the universe itself was a splendid reward and a drop of it contains a great deal of power behind the drop, that is how great and delicious her universal energy was, and it was the root of her powers that allowed her to create and do things that many can't if they wield this power of hers wihout a sufficient amount of spiritual energy like hers. A quarter of her power unleashed can simply suffocate a non-seated shinigami to death and bring some shivers to her victims, that is how powerful it is when it comes to trying to match your own with hers. All the flashes of images in her head wasn't something surprising, since she promised to grant him what he wanted in a condition, to become her subject. "Aye. Under one condition, if i were to fulfil those wishes of yours, you are to become my underling, an experimental subject, something intelligent for me to analyze the nature of your.. race. Do not worry, young one. You'll have a reward with every little data i get from you~"
Licking her own lips, her tone was rather seducing, but she was not here for that. She wouldn't do anything to him unless he were to agree with her conditions. If Galice were to agree, her hand would wave lightly, a wall of green energy would burst before the eyes of the hollow, before its shape was bent and twisted to a shape of a body around him. Galice would feel as if his soul was stretched and manipulated, attached to the body that she built, the body she built had a black, striking hair, eyes that glows green as a trademark that Silvia built this very body, a system implemented to stabilize Galice's body and attach his soul to it as if the artificial body was his, being able to walk, run, move and do anything he can under the durable body she had made, enough to sustain a barrage of ceros shot away by a Menos. Clothes with a white t-shirt and a black jacket, looks of a young teenager and a height just to match with normal japanese males, about 6 inches 5 feet tall. The Hollow can use the body just like his own, see like his own, walk like his own, just like any other body could, of course.
If the terms aren't agreed, Silvia would have no choice but to make further advancements about this, since finding an intelligent hollow is indeed rare, so accompanying him and see what she could persuade this man to follow her lead, just like a toy.
There was no hesitation in Galice’s answer. Of course he would accept, this opportunity Galice would never turn away the one thing he had been striving for. This body would be a giant step toward completion, a proverbial mold towards an even greater power. Greater thoughts raced through his mind. “With a body of my own I will be free of the game of leap frog that I have played for hundreds of years, one weak hollow after another each unable to sustain me as I grew stronger yes finally free.”
“Yes!!!!” He shouted. A wall of green energy burst before him, Galice’s soul was stretched and manipulated bent and twisted into a shape to fit the body around him. The body she built had black, striking hair and eyes that had a green glow as a trademark that Silvia built this body, As Galice predicted some sort of system was implemented to stabilize Galice's new body it made him akin what seemed like a hybrid solidified being with a creamy evil center. But despite his diminished hunger his soul did not feel right, it was a step in the right direction for which he would uphold his end of the deal for but it was clear to him more must be done.
After the process was complete Galice arose from one knee and stood tall standing five foot six inches tall. Considerably smaller then he normally stood but size wasn’t everything. Looking deep into Silvia’s eyes he opened his newly acquired mouth and spoke. I am yours to do with as you see fit my queen. My loyalty is with you and my wisdom is at your disposal. Galice stretched out his hand and reached for Silvia’s feeling closer to her just for wearing her creation.
It was simple to fulfil such needs, and it was a gain for both sides as well for such an attempt in receiving datas from a hollow, a granted body to be acknowledged as one, created under the power of the Matter Queen herself. The trademarks that she added was simply a protection for her subject, for those weak-willed beings that had heard the great power of the Demon Queen would shake under the name of 'Asthavon', and the trademark served that purpose in order to prevent any other hollows to lay a finger against Galice, otherwise, sufficient data may be tough to gain. The process of building the body was rather tiring for her as well, with all the characteristics that had to painted upon, energy to compress or expand to fit in such categories, and durability to adjust with, in order to synchronize the hollow's soul from detonating if the wavelengths are not appropriate for each part of the body's skin.
Nonetheless, she has her own gain in such circumstances, with a new experiment on aboard, she wouldn't mind toying around with her sister's soldiers. Additionally, having a more powerful version under the work of her own may please the name of the Asthavons. There is no guarantee that it will be safe, but there is always a chance to have an improvement in power under her lead and steps, as long as she can analyze such beings, whether it would be hollows or demons, if they agree to be experimented by her, there will be a gain for both of them. At first, Silvia was always disgusted by male species since she was within the plane of existence itself, but now, she finds them rather interesting to be around. However, it doesn't mean her hatred for males would ever vanish from sight with such 'interest'. Her fine words spoke out from her very lips, a soft voice of a woman with a fine tune that soothes Galice's ears, "Hahaha~ Do not need to be too polite. If you do need anything, just ask me and i'll do it within my power. Of course, don't exaggerate with your requests~"]
Her graceful hand did not reach out to his, since she has never touched a man before, she would preferrably not to keep her delightful hands clean from business. All she needed was data and analysis, that was all there was to it for an experiment. She would test out his body for an attempt of improvement if there is some twists in the data. Otherwise, there was nothing else to be polite about. Unless there is something in mind, she wouldn't hesitate to listen to it.