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Subject Post 1Subject: Every freaking time..[open] Wed Jun 13, 2012 6:35 pm
The heat, it wasn't something that Cross was used to. It drove him insane, almost enough to just forget what he was here for. He slowly took off his upper robe, throwing it into a tree. His boots slowly sunk into the sand, each step was slower and slower. He began to drag his feet, leaving trenches of sand behind him. Slowly, he raised his right hand over his face, blocking the sun from his eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with the people on this continent? The heat just drains the energy out of you." He thought to himself as sweat beads go down his face. Now, it may seem like The heat would affect Cross's fighting capabilities through here, which in turn it did not. He was just acting like a wuss because he could. Not because he wanted to. He had no one to tell him to get a spine and go through this like a real hollow. No. He wanted to complain for once. Hell, he would call it bitching if he had the choice.
His blade dragged right beside him, moving rocks or plants that got in its way. Cross was thankful for the recent haircut he received. It wasn't so much a buzz cut, but it wasn't dropping down to his shoulders like before.. "This is really, really redundant." He muttered underneath his breath. Slowly, he reached behind him, pulling out a bottle of water he grabbed in the human world, sipping on it before letting some run down his chin. "That is like Ice.." He commented, looking at the water.
He knew there would be hollows here, but he wasn't going to do anything about them. Unless they attacked the villages nearby. Then, but only then would he go out of his way to save a human life. Rolling his shoulders, his upper body began to sweat just like his head. his flesh shinned in the sun, as sand blew up from the wind, sticking to his skin. Sighing, Cross just moved on, Flaring his reiatsu so he could maybe get some attention from hollows that planned on hitting the villages later on.
Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Every freaking time..[open] Thu Jun 14, 2012 7:13 pm
It was time once again, for this poor faceless member of the Sapphire Cross to descend deep within the bowls of the research complex that housed the numerous research projects that the K was working on. Clutched in the clearly terrified individual’s hands was a manila folder with a big red stamp on it that read confidential. As he boarded the elevator that would take him down to the very bottom layer he paused for a moment, his finger hovering over the button and took a deep breath; preparing himself for what was waiting at the bottom of that elevator shaft. The button pressed the elevator roared to life and began its slow rickety decent down towards the dark depths of the complex.
As the elevator came to a screeching halt the doors slid open and revealed a rather large and sprawling laboratory. There were countless tables covered with a plethora of scientific paraphernalia. Jars filled with vibrantly colored liquids that held the floating remains of a variety of creatures. “Sir? Are you in here?” The shaky voice of the now sweating man echoed down into the chamber, the shadows cast by the machinery and the glass equipment causing them man to see nightmares when there was nothing. “Ayieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” a plaintive wail emerged from the shadows and was accompanied by the clack-clack of someone snapping their teeth together. “Sir, I have orders from upstairs.” After a moment of silence a derisive snort came back at him and then the gentle clicking sound of a rolley chair being pushed across a stone floor. Suddenly Kiseichū loomed out of the darkness at man who had refused to take so much as a step out of the elevator; Kiseichū held out an ink stained hand and snapped his fingers. “Hand it over,” with shaking hands the unnamed Cross member held out the manila folder and Kiseichū snatched it out of his hands and then hissed at him. The man reeled back and collapsed at the back of the elevator far out of the reach of the insane cannibal. “Thank you,” Kiseichū gave the man a wicked smile taking extra pains to reveal his stained yellow teeth, “have a nice day.” With these parting words Kiseichū reached into the elevator and pressed the button that would take the terrified individual, who had soiled himself, back to the ground floor.
As the doors screeched shut Kiseichū flipped open the folder and quickly read though the file, scanning it and saving it into his memory. “Tch, nothing more than another specimen acquiring mission.” The men upstairs, aka that evil bastard Reinhold, wanted him to delve deep into the world of the humans and go hunt hollows in order to bring them back the K to be tested on. Normally, this would be no problem for Kiseichū considering he loved going to the human world but this time he was less than thrilled. Recently the K had decided to open up research into the development of Hollows and how their environment effected their growth. This assignment was to gather specimens from the wastelands in order to see how best the Hollows devolved in areas of sparse population. With an angry snarl Kiseichū stood up and kicked the rolley chair over sending it tumbling into a nearby table which caused some of the beakers to fall over. With that Kiseichū stalked to the back of the laboratory and grabbed his Zanpaktou, muttering all the while. With a snap of his finger a black portal opened and Kiseichū stepped through it and into the world of the living.
Immediately upon entering the Human World Kiseichū noticed two things. First, was that sparse did not begin to describe the barren wasteland laid out before him. There was nothing but the pale tan gritty sand dunes as far as the eye could see. To test a theory the was a click and a metallic hiss as Kiseichū activated his cyber eye and zoomed in to the landscape around him, searching for any sign of life; of which there was none. The second thing, which became readily apparent when clothed in Kiseichū’s trademark black robe, was that this wasteland was unbearably hot. The Shinigami barred his teeth and hissed in displeasure at this already unsavory assignment becoming even more unpleasant. Intending to get this whole ordeal over with as quickly as he could, Kiseichū shunpo’ed up into the air to give himself a better view and then pulsed his reiatsu. Acting as a personal beacon for Hollows he settled in to wait when Kiseichū noticed something at the periphery of his Reiatsu Sense. It was powerful and vaguely hollow like, in all probability an Arrancar. If that was the case then this mission would be substantially easier considering that the Arrancar were allies of the K.
With little more thought given to the matter Kiseichū began a series of shunpos to bring him closer and closer to the source of this power. Quickly closing in on the source Kiseichū activated the binocular function of his cyber eyes and zoomed in on the figure in the distance. First think that the flesh eating spirit noticed was that this Arrancar had a mouthwatering body in a very literal sense. Slowly, Kiseichū could feel the desire to taste the sinewy muscle and coppery blood and pushed it down; the last thing he needed right now was to start an incident because he decided to have a little snack. With one final shunpo the disgraced Shinigami appeared in front of the walking Arrancar, waving his sheathed sword in hello, “Greeting my fine fellow,” Kiseichū gave Cross his best yellow toothed smile, “I was hoping that you might be able to assist me in a small assignment I was given?” Quickly becoming bored with the conversation, Kiseichū let his sword slide off his shoulder and hit the sand with a muffled thud and began to trace a small pattern in it, “It’s nothing too hard really, and I just need to collect some specimens. In return I can offer you some small compensation!” Having noticed that the Arrancar was sweating quite a bit and looked a shade red, Kiseichū plunging his hand into his robes and pulling out a flask of clear liquid that had begun to perspire in the heat. “It’s delicious, I promise.” Kiseichū shook the flask in front of Cross, trying to tempt him into assisting him.
Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Every freaking time..[open] Thu Jun 14, 2012 7:33 pm
The heavy breathing, the light headiness. This was something that Cross could not get a grip on. He never liked heat, and probably never will. Wiping his forehead again, He stopped moving forward once he saw the shinigami come in front of him. "Wha-What?" He said, shaking his head. The shinigami didn't have to come in front of him that closely. It would of been fine if he at least were back a few feet. Holding out his tongue from his lips, Cross listened to the man's offer. "Tell me what the details are first. I don't want to head into something I don't know about."" Cross demanded. It only made sense. People wouldn't do a contract without knowing every single little detail. So this is basically the same thing, just in a mission type deal. Looking at the Flask of water, Cross knew what it was. "I'm not dumb like most arrancar. I know what Water is." He said, Reaching out and grabbing the flask. Popping off the top, he took a sip of the cold water as he let out a slow breath. "that is somewhat... Refreshing." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he squinted his eyes over towards the shinigami.
The Wasteland was nothing that Cross thought it was. He thought atleast there would be some shelter, but no. Just sand. Vast and vast amounts of sand. His red eyes peered underneath his hair as he looked back tot he shinigami, waiting for his answer. "well?"