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Oddly enough, Kururai was training. Generally, he wouldn't dare do something so seemingly unnecessary, even within the confines of the Nether--a dimension which he held complete mastery over. But, the Nether had suggested Kururai saw to it that he expanded his strength in the other realms, which would in turn draw them closer to their ambition. As such, the boy heeded his realm's suggestion, and had gone out to Hueco Mundo, his birthplace, to train. Though not clear on the reason why Hueco Mundo was the location of choice, it might perhaps have to do with some sentimental value. Regardless, he was here already, and if he was to progress at all, training would be a necessity.
The barren dunes of sand that encompassed the majority of Hueco Mundo had, surprisingly, not been present in the area in which he stood. Instead, where he was more closely resembled an American desert--dry, cracked ground and dust covering the majority the flat plain present. It seemed rather ideal for solo training to ensue; and, surprisingly, there was a lack of hollows in the area for as far as Kururai could see, and even feel. As such, it seemed like a good place to start, and that he did.
Seeing as how his strength might grow at a much better rate with a higher level of dimensional energy he could withhold, that was the selected topic of his training. "Ugh... You know, it'd be a whole lot easier if.. Damn. I wanted to say something, but I don't have a lot of reasoning to go against this. And there's not much of an easier way, I take it." Clearly displaying his displeasure, Kururai had gotten a quick response out of the Nether, in the usual apathetic voices. "The easiest way is to just fight and gain on-the-spot experience, but you seemed to deny that notion rather quickly."
Paying half-attention to the words of the Nether which echoed in his mind, Kururai sat down in seiza, resting his hands high up his thin thighs. Growing silent, he focused on the output of energy in him, slowly rising. Along with the build-up of energy was an even more acute level of energy sensing he had possessed--by at least twice the level as before. In such a state, even the movements of dust was easily noticeable to Kururai, each and every spec on his radar-esque energy-sensing technique. Closing his eyes, he resumed his meditation, but not for long.
Barely half an hour had passed by before he was interrupted. Out of nowhere, Kururai could sense the displacement of reishi in the air, revealing a humanoid body. Accompanying the sudden appearance was a rather vast energy signature, several, several times larger than the one Kururai had currently possessed. An extremely bad flag had seemed to pop up, and with this realisation, the boy had flung his eyelids up to witness what it was with his own eyes.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Meeting a BigShot [PRIVATE-Styn] Sun Aug 03, 2014 3:39 am
There used to be a saying in the living realm. 'People are turning 18 every day'. From what Styn understood of such things, it was the classic argument to cons trying to run a pyramid scheme. The idea was that there could never be any over saturation of the market because a new crop of bottom tier individuals would come into their own on a daily basis. In this way the organization would continue to grow.
The Demon Knight didn't care too much the for the marketing ploys of twenty first century first world countries. However, it remained true that an organization could only grow by continuing to recruit and expand itself on every possible level. Although Shadow Fall had conquered large amounts of valuable land in the Living Realm and had even been bold enough to strike at Soul Society itself, there was always room for improvement.
Rose Mischevang herself seemed to be taking an active interest in building up the Shadow Espada for example. It was the least Styn could do to give his Primera Espada a hand. Some days he strode about the demon world looking for new talent. On today the Demon Knight found himself traveling about Hueco Mundo. As he stepped out of the Kage Chokyo-Shi the portal hissed closed behind him. He took a moment to adjust to the bone cold chill of his surroundings. This was not his home, although Shadow Fall had a strong presence in this realm it was never comfortable.
Styn stood not quite six feet tall, taller then average perhaps, but not in a way that stood out. His medium build accentuated his averageness, he wasn't quite slim, but fell short of heavily muscled. Dark green hair only an inch or so in length, could possibly be a dye job. Pale violet eyes, while a questionable fashion choice, were not outside cosmetic modification. Both ears came to slight point at the apex of their arc, something easily overlooked. His teeth might be a bit sharper then normal for a human, but they retained the same basic shape and placement. The demon's nails also came to a point and were thicker then common, but were by no means long talons or claws. All and all - discounting Za Koa which was naturally suppressed in this base form - Styn would go unremarked in most locations.
The Knight of the First Circle sported a dark green business suit, almost black outside of direct light. The pale violet tie was clearly meant to bring out his eyes, which were somewhat concealed behind a pair of gunmetal gray glasses with translucent bottom rims. Black dress shoes capped out the attire, with especial detail paid so that the combat boot soles didn't look out of place. Still the effect lacked a certain something. First of all, his white button down shirt was untucked, which his unbuttoned dark green jacket didn't quite conceal. His tie was loosened at least an inch, and cocked slightly to the left. His pants looked a bit rumpled and his shoes were scuffed. In addition his eyes had heavy dark bags under them and his stare was half lidded, giving him the appearance of someone tired or sick.
Lately Styn had found himself hiding his spirit signature when he traveled about. Partly to perfect his Cloak of Shadows, but mostly because his strength was still an organizational secret. The day would come when the multiverse would hear his name and understand his power, but that day had not come yet. However, it would be wasteful not to take full advantage of his new arsenal of abilities to do a thorough search. As such Styn decided to unleash his true form on this particular occasion. Besides, this wasn't exactly a realm that the enemies of Shadow Fall had a strong showing in.
The transformation consolidated his power instead of expanding it. The concentration and density of his physical structure was roughly the same, with a few distinct differences. From finger tip to elbow his arms were now encased in a thick bone white mass. It was as if his hands were now the claws of a beast at least three times his size. They were still five fingered, and smooth across the top, however the underside of every digit was now razor sharp. At the elbow, extending out like short swords, were two double edged bone white blades, one for each arm. The tips of those edges would just barely pass his shoulder blades if his arm was fully extended.
Gauntlets were only part of the new look. His legs from knee to toe were also encased in thickened, claw tipped grieves. In addition, across the knees were studded spikes, needle sharp, but blade thick. The thin strands of his hair warped and locked into rows of hooked barbs, although the hair at least maintained its green coloring. As his glasses dissolved into his face, the final transition would be the opening of this third eye. This opening was accompanied by ninety-nine other eyes similarly opening all over his body, although these were mostly hidden by his clothes. The change in his energy would be equivalent to a Shinigami's Shikai.
The one hundred eyes all over his form pushed outward, briefly holding the ability to phase through his suit as his full power manifested. Once separated from his body they rapidly multiplied tenfold, filling the air with one thousand quarter sized spheres. Neural pathways normally dormant came to blazing life within Styn's mind. His brain capacity dramatically increased to deal with the sudden sensory overload. There was a moment of disorientation which quickly passed. The Demon Knight's Za Koa signature increased in magnitude to be comparable to that of a Shinigami's Bankai.
He would need a substantial amount of power to kick off this next series of tricks. An instant of will triggered the special sigils on his feet and legs to flood his core with power. The Za Koa he held was pushed into overdrive as each symbol on the demon's body began to glow into the visible spectrum. Even the bone white gauntlets and leggins that appeared in his true form had a spattering of infernal red tattoos. The glow was hardly steady. Instead, it was the wild fluctuation of Shadow Burst, symbols pulsing rapidly. Styn was immediately three times stronger and would remain as such until the end of the boost.
Centering his focus, the Demon Knight mentally reached out toward a familiar shape, molding the massive amount of power supplied by Shadow Burst to unleash the incantation's full potential. The form that he imagined was a structure he saw and dealt with on a regular basis. Recent incursions into the human realm had given him several interesting ideas to implement though. "Awaken the shadow within me, mend them new flesh and unleash them upon the world, Za Koa!" Styn shouted. Power spiked and then left the clawed demon in a rush. Shadows began to form all around him, the new vessels for the flood of Za Koa. Where once there was nothing, there was suddenly an undeniable set of solidity.
The creatures were squat and ugly beasts, barely four feet tall, with pale yellow hide. They were hairy things, with black coarse bristles poking out of their heads, across their naked chests, and on their arms. They were completely unclothed, although their entire lower body was arachnid in design. However, where a spider had eight limbs these creatures only had four spider like appendages. Long pointed ears sloped backward against their wrinkled faces which clung tightly to black fedoras. The minions had sharp teeth and their noses were little more then reptile slits. Their eyes were likewise short gashes, and shone with infernal red glimmers. Instead of forearms and hands, the creatures' arms ended in long curved blades.
There were forty five of them in total. Normally such a summoning would drain him enough to make further actions exhausting. However, Shadow Burst made up the difference in latent energy with raw, barely focused power. As such he was able to create his maximum load with little long term impact on his energy. Styn barely felt winded, it was as if he had only created the recommended fraction. Not only that, but his Shadow Burst wasn't even depleted. He had grown much over the course of his recent missions and could now maintain the state much longer then before.
He wasn't looking to take over Hueco Mundo though, just kick the hornets nest. As such Styn didn't create these minions as strong as they could be. Instead he settled for a range somewhere in the mid tier three of power distribution. Anything that could outright obliterate one of these creatures would be of definite interest. Even creatures that put up a good fight would be impressive. Styn wasn't quite done yet though. He wanted a greater amount of information to be processed on their journeys.
Still drawing on his Shadow Burst the Demon Knight devoted four hundred and fifty of his one thousand eyes to enhance his creations with the Blessing of Many. Like the Blessing of One he would be tied to the summonings via a hive mind like control. The extra nine eyes also allowed Styn to grant this shadow forms a small amount of Demonic ability. Their status as Tier 3 only allowed an Adept level of skill, but he now controlled his very own company of demons.
The downside of course was that drawing on their demonic abilities would come straight from Styn himself. His own Za Koa had not only been needed for the initial creation, but every time one of his beasts was forced to draw upon racial abilities the power for such a technique would come from Styn. This level of preparation was certainly draining, but would prove most effective in weeding out Hollows who would only serve to be a waste of Shadow Fall resources.
Styn's main body stayed in the center of this demon company. The forty five shadow born creatures spread out in all directions. They were able to move swiftly by utilizing Shadow Movement to cover large amounts of ground. Styn would be able to explore hundreds of miles of land like this. When they reached the maximum range they only had to forge a Kage Chokyo-Shi and return to him, at which point he could move the entire formation to another area and begin again.
The Demon Knight sat Indian style in the cold sand of Hueco Mundo, just taking in the visual information of forty five sets of eyes. He enjoyed the wealth of sensation from forty five sets of hands and feet. His other five hundred and fifty eyes scouted the area between his creations, serving as a total blanket coverage. Immediately several of his beasts found targets and set about engaging them. If the Hollows seemed inclined to talk then Styn took over that aspect, having complete control over his summons. In many cases those the Demon Knight found were more set on attacking or fleeing.
One of his beasts which had traveled into an area of Hueco Mundo which was different from the standard rolling dunes of sand, came upon a humanoid form. Styn was puzzled as he focused his attention on this oddity. It was like an Arrancar, but the Demon Knight was not able to perceive any sort of hollow hole. Also the spiritual signature was strange. He found it hard to believe that a human had stumbled into these unforgiving lands. The girlish figure seemed comfortable in their surroundings where even the bravest of men might feel fear.
Furthermore the teenage looking individual was not unprepared, but instead sat with a focused gaze that tracked the shadow creature as it approached. Styn assumed a more direct level of control over this summoning. For a moment there was a sense of disassociation and then after a moment of confusion he was the shadow creature. The Demon Knight in his new body cocked his head to the side curiously.
"Well I don't see this every day. Did you get lost girl? Would like a trip back to the living realm? Your reiatsu has a strange flavor," Styn said. Unlike whatever horrifying screeching the beast looked capable of producing, the words were uttered in a smooth tenor. The voice was Styn's own, although Kururai would hardly recognize it. "Or maybe I should do what I've come here to do and test your strength. You certainly don't seem weak, whatever you are." The tone wasn't particularly aggressive and the creature didn't seem inclined to attack at the moment. This was just a simple greeting, albeit without an introduction.
There didn't seem to be anything particular in his line of vision, besides the never-ending unsightly view which Hueco Mundo was. But the power was undoubtedly there, and it was massive. "Tch. A big-shot. Fantastic." Kururai thought to himself aloud. He had been a fan of combat, constantly wanting to get stronger, and fighting against a 'larger' opponent was no doubt one way to go about it, but use would that be if he was dead? Fighting against those beyond his grasp should be reserved for those who wouldn't--or perhaps, couldn't--kill him; however, this way of thinking, just for this occasion, would be subject to change.
The immense energy signature that seemed to reach all the way to Kururai's location was in reality farther away. In fact, as Kururai would shut his eyes once again and put focus in sensing the thick reishi, thereby increasing his range of 'view', he would take notice to their spewing energy being several hundred miles away. But Kururai wouldn't stop here. He'd go further, trying to discern far more than simply the general location. Delving further into a concentrated state, he would be able to get to a point in which detecting muscle movement was a valid move, even for hundreds of miles away.
By the time Kururai had been able to achieve this level of acute sensing, the massive energy went further than tripling in power, all of which was accompanied by hundreds more energy signatures moving about--perhaps even a thousand. And from what the reishi told him, a massive amount of them were like floating orbs, and seemingly unsettling, even from this far away. Another shape was noticed--these ones were more like half-arachnids, with a lower-body akin to a spider, except with four limbs instead of eight; and their upper-bodies seemed far less attractive--wrinkling, bristled all over and... naked? A shiver ran down Kururai's spine, solely from the unappealing visage these creatures possessed, far past 'on par' with the boring dunes of Hueco Mundo.
And now, the source itself. The brimming reserves of energy that definitely dwarfed Kururai's own; it was quite a respectable amount, even if Kururai was to be in the Nether at this moment, allowing him the unlimited energy of an entire dimension. But what seemed to be just as impressive was the person's body; with such abnormal shapes protruding from his body, he seemed almost demonic. "Wait.. What? Questioning his own thought of the being having a demonic appearance, Kururai shifted his focus from the reishi itself to the spread out energy signatures that seemingly came from the humanoid source.
"Kururai... Don't act rashly." A multi-pitched voice echoed throughout the confines of Kururai's mind. The Nether, seemingly warning Kururai, had been ignored, however. "Nether.. That's... A demon, right?" Asking for confirmation, the Nether's silence was proof enough. "Haahh.... Haha... The nerve." Staying in place, one of the arachnid creatures seemed to have come into sight, enough so that words could be heard from it.
But, before it would speak, Kururai's words which had been the result of 'out-loud thinking' would fall into immediate silence, masking the true feelings he felt. HAHAHAHA, OHHH MY GOSH, HOLY CRAP. IS THAT? THAT IS! IT'S A FEDORA!!!! HAHAHA!!! A mere few moments passed before the laughter within had subsided, Kururai's focus re-diverted towards the 'styling' creature before him. And now, it would speak.
"Well I don't see this every day. Did you get lost girl? Would like a trip back to the living realm? Your reiatsu has a strange flavor". Unexpectedly, the words flowed from the creature in a smooth tenor--nearly comforting, even. Now, if had just lost the fedora... and perhaps the majority of its body... A new body entirely, preferably. "Or maybe I should do what I've come here to do and test your strength. You certainly don't seem weak, whatever you are."
Kururai, scoffing at the words spoken. "Ahh.. Test my strength. Tell me, demon, tell me something real quick. Because I have an important question to ask." Resting his palm on one of his knees, Kururai switched his right leg underneath the left into a vertical position. From here, he would proceed to do likewise with his left leg, effectively lifting him up into a standing position. Soon to speak once again, a crack resounded from his neck as Kururai's head leaned left and right. Opening his mouth to once again reveal a soft, beautifully feminine tone, his soft indigo eyes changed. They widened, his pupils shifting in what nearly seemed to be reptilian; accompanying this sudden action was the forming of a wide grin, plastered from cheek to cheek. From these facial distortions seemed to be triggered a large amount of Dimensional Energy, amply leaking from his body enough to coat Kururai in indigo. "Your boss, the one hiding hundreds of miles away. Such a strong demon would surely have been sought out by ShadowFall, right?" With these words, energy gathered in his right palm, vibrantly glowing--and from it, a shape protruded, the energy density of it quite impressive for such a small body to behold. And with the final words to be spoken which brimmed with malice and hunger, the entirety of the shape expelled from his palm would be revealed, a sword even larger than Kururai himself, whom stood at 5'9.
"Tell me, something, demon. Is the boss from shadowfall?"
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Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Meeting a BigShot [PRIVATE-Styn] Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:09 pm
It was moments like these that Styn sometimes thought of Reigen Akogi. He had added the fedoras to his creations after his battle with the gentleman demon. Supposedly he needed to dress nicer, but the Demon Knight was actually quite fond of his current image. Playing at being like the Immoral Dealer would have only enhanced his silliness, not his respectability. Still he'd added the little hats as a reminder to himself. Reigen Akogi was still out there, after his attack on the Demon World it was even more critical that he be aware of that fact.
The comic value of playing dress up with your minions wasn't lost on Styn. Unlike many of his peers he actually had a sense of humor. It was just difficult to express with the current body his consciousness dwelled within. He supposed now that the beasts had demonic abilities he might be able to use body shaping to make the summonings look like him. It was a thought for another time. At the moment it looked like any number of things might be occurring. Hundreds of miles away for example he disabled a hollow that had been quick to attack and even quicker to fall.
The oddity in Kururai's reiatsu increased in intensity. Styn had never encountered the likes of it before. In response the Demon Knight filled his soldier minion to the brim with Za Koa, locking all ambient energy under the demonic sigils that made up Akuma Kyodo. It wasn't as perfect as his own armor as he was limited by the tool he had to work with, but the slight shift moved the soldier demon's defenses from passive to reactive. Even with his slim feminine form, Kururai was still more then a foot taller then the compact summoning, he was not however significantly stronger.
"I don't mind an exchange of information," Styn said when Kururai was finished speaking. "It was actually rude of me to fail at introducing myself. Many creatures I find in Hueco Mundo are little more then mindless beasts." The soldier demon cocked its head to the side again as yet another smaller and weaker hollow was incapacitated miles away. As was the norm, not a single creature was destroyed. Even with the unsealing of Hell Styn preferred to only destroy when there was no other choice. At his current level of power he found that refreshingly enough there always seemed to be other options.
Raising a sword arm up Styn tipped the soldier demon's fedora slightly before pushing it back firmly into place. "Styn of Shadow Fall at your service little Miss. As far as hiding goes, I would rather say that I'm staying out of the way. I need to put out some kind of spiritual signal or I can't meet interesting new people, but as you've no doubt noticed I can be a bit intimidating at closer ranges. Although I pride myself as having an environmentally friendly passive level spirit pressure, its still not comfortable to be staring down an apex predator. Unless you're insane."
Styn watched the large blade of reiatsu form and a bone white coloring crept up the soldier demon's arms. A few seconds later the blades were completely covered in this hardening. It was very similar to Styn's own claws and was as spiritually dense as a shinigami's Zanpakutō. It was impossible to cover an entire body in such a coating, but two sword arms were more then within his range. Unlike his own body he couldn't do anything for the beast's legs though.
It wasn't so much that the Demon Knight expected or desired a battle as it was that he didn't want to be caught unprepared. He also didn't want to seem like an easy target to Kururai. "You seem to know something of Shadow Fall though. I hope you're not about to say that demons killed your favorite hollows? You're shown yourself to be an interesting specimen so far and I'm sure that would just put us on the worst sort of terms. Is there something you'd like to say to a Knight of Shadow Fall little Miss?"
"I don't mind an exchange in information," the creature said. Thinking about it, Kururai could see some sort of relation between this creature and a centaur. Half... yellow stubby demon thingy, half...of half... of a spider. A random thought, but one that ran through his mind nonetheless. Archery came to mind as well, but that was a thought later to be rebuked. For now, besides these stray concepts running amok in the back of Kururai's head, his concentration was solely on the demon before him and its master, apparently 'not' hiding, as he would later express. But before that, the at-first-unexpected smooth tenor came out, nearly complimenting the boy, "It was actually rude of me to fail at introducing myself. Many creatures I find in Hueco Mundo are little more then mindless beasts."
"Makes sense..." Kururai half-consciously agreed with the words of the demon, though for the most part it was simply a whispered comment. After actually speaking it, he had hoped the demon didn't hear him; in such a situation, he'd really rather not have the demon believe they could 'agree' on something, or had something in common. Even if they really did.
Kururai's fingers rolled along the hilt of the massive sword now standing parallel to the ground, extending from his thigh six feet outward--it looked odd, as if it were to outweigh Kururai and cause him to tilt to the side, and yet, he stood as if completely indifferent to the massiveness it presented. Either the sword was weightless--which was true--or Kururai was quite strong--which was also true.
The centaur-like creature turned to face another direction momentarily, where even Kururai, in this already heightened state of awareness, could feel the dwindling drop--but not disappearance--of an energy signature. Though not really concerned, he couldn't help but comment with snark. "Going around injuring hollows I see. I guess I'm not the only one? You sure do know how to make a gal feel special." Playing on the demon's assumption of his gender without a single flinch to the lie he spit out, Kururai made a simple deduction on what the demon was doing, and if or how he was related to the fallen hollow somewhere out there, also taking care to choose his words and show his notice towards the fact that the hollow had not been extinguished--yet. He still felt pretty spot-on nonetheless.
In reaction, the demon's hand--what seemed to be the dominant one--rose to tip its fedora just a bit before setting it back into place--perhaps a gesturing greeting, but not one taken to heart, especially considering the true man offering the greeting was miles away--not that Kururai was aware of this. Yet. Following the gesture was an actual greeting, and one which would certainly earn a reaction. "Styn of Shadow Fall at your service little Miss. As far as hiding goes, I would rather say that I'm staying out of the way. I need to put out some kind of spiritual signal or I can't meet interesting new people, but as you've no doubt noticed I can be a bit intimidating at closer ranges. Although I pride myself as having an environmentally friendly passive level spirit pressure, its still not comfortable to be staring down an apex predator. Unless you're insane."
Kururai had heard the words of the man, but after stating his name and admitting affiliation to ShadowFall, the rest of the words were lost somewhere else in the mind. Instead, Kururai focused on his introduction, the standard reaction produced. His eyes grew large and wide, while the pupils were sharp, almost akin to a reptile. The skin between his eyes and above his knows wrinkled as the eyebrows furrowed, a demented snarl accompanied by a crazed, full grin. His grip on the giant sword in his right hand tightened with enough force to smash an elephant.
Along with this reaction, the half-half-spider demon before him grew an odd substance from its arms, like bone. It seemed hard, and looked just like it--furthermore, the energy flowing from it was on par with a shinigami's Zanpakutō--something Kururai had actually yet to come across. "You seem to know something of Shadow Fall though. I hope you're not about to say that demons killed your favorite hollows?" Not interrupting his sentence, Kururai mumbled to himself in muffled words, "More like they birthed me...." For whatever reason, he felt the need to expel these words from himself, instead of simply saying them in his head--something he rarely did anyways.
But another thing crossed his mind with the creatures next set of words. "You'Ve shown yourself to be an interesting specimen so far and I'm sure that would just put us on the worst sort of terms. Is there something you'd like to say to a Knight of Shadow Fall little Miss?" A... Knight? Of Shadow Fall? Heh.... HAHA! A loud chuckle erupted within Kururai's mind. So he's a knight? I don't know ShadowFall's full heirarchy, but that doesn't seem like some basic peon rank. Interesting... And for some reason, he takes interest to me." But something threw Kururai off. He wasn't convinced that the creature before him was the Knight. If anything, this creature was likely on par or weaker than himself--pride would dictate weaker. There was no way this creature was a 'Knight'. So, perhaps the words spoken from this beast--this entire time--was of the 'boss' in the background? [i]Very interesting...
Barely a moment passed after the proclamation of his status was spoken before Kururai leapt forward, Dimensional Energy bursting from his feet tripling his speed with immense ground covered. The distance between Kururai's previous position and the arachnic creature was closed faster than an eye could blink; but the demon before him was not the target. His feet, having hovered the entire way, landed to the right side of the half-half-spider, Kururai bending his back to have his mouth reach the same level he'd assume the eyes of the creature to be.
Paired with his mad grin and crazed eyes, a slither of words were expressed, something which felt like it had crawled into one's ear and make its way to the brain. "Yes. Yes I wo-" His words abruptly stopped. Before him, space ripped instantaneously, showing a barren landscape of pure nothingness-simply darkness. Kururai's feet, planted across the hard and flat ground pushed against it, launching him right into the rip before it closed.
Another rip occurred, this time right beside Styn, and from it--of course--Kururai would step out, close enough for his mouth to nearly touch Styn's pointy ear; and from this position, his sentence would continue, that whole serious of actions taking not more than a second to occur, the speed of Kururai's movements no doubt enhanced by the motivation driving him."Yes. I would like to say something to a 'Knight' of Shadow Fall.
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Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Meeting a BigShot [PRIVATE-Styn] Tue Aug 05, 2014 3:59 am
It wasn't so much that Styn didn't hear the comments that Kururai was making under his breath, as it was that he chose to ignore them. The large bat like ears weren't just for show, his creations could perceive an impressive level of both scent and sound. The Demon Knight had words to express and went ahead and stuck with his initial decisions. The almost unconscious seeming remarks from the aberrant hollow were filed away to be considered.
Neither was Styn unaware of the physical expressions crossing Kururai's features. The previous ocular shift had been noted and the Demon Knight had responded by being more on his guard. Many creatures had transformation type features when unlocking new states of ability. Even when that wasn't the case, obvious physical changes were still often a sign of someone's mental state. From what Styn could tell Kururai seemed to be growing agitated by the interaction so far.
When the slim figure rushed toward his soldier minion, Styn was able to perceive the speed. Furthermore, his beast was able to shift well enough to prepare for a potential block. Fortunately such an action was not needed. The Demon's Knight's summoning had just enough time to ready its sword arms before the slender form of Kururai disappeared into a rip in space.The dimensional travel appeared to be similar to traveling through the shadow realm more so then a Kage Chokyo-shi. There was a moment when Styn completely lost track of the strange spiritual signature.
The opening portal near Styn's own body triggered an immediate awareness of his actual physical location. Just like that, the Demon Knight's consciousness returned to dwell fully within his normal flesh and blood. Whoever Kururai was, they certainly had a powerful command of spacial manipulation. Making portals and moving through alternative dimensions was a bit of a specialty for Styn and he hadn't had such a precise control at the aberrant hollow's level of power. In fact the Demon Knight was only months away from when such travel had been a very clumsy or time consuming process.
Styn had remained standing while his mind danced among the forty five vectors that explored Hueco Mundo, as such Kururai was very close indeed as the Demon Knight was a good two inches taller. It was possible that he could have attempted to interfere with the portal opening. His sensitivity to the state of spacial relativity and negative energy balances normally associated with wormhole like travel could potentially allow him to open his own rip in space to counter one being created so close to him. He had some something similar to demons in the past and was confident in his ability to hamper such movement.
Instead Styn did nothing, and was suddenly close enough to touch the aberrant hollow. Some of the things Kururai had said before suddenly registered before the spoken words themselves had a chance to be uttered. The last time that Styn had encountered one of Shadow Falls black ops experiments, the girl had definitely held a grudge. Chika Usagi aka Ruby Rose was amendment about not returning to the organization that had helped her to explore her powers. Violently so as Styn recalled.
As such the Demon Knight could perhaps be forgiven for how his eyes snapped open and a quick blur of Shadow Movement pulled him about ten feet away from Kururai. The aberrant hollow was free to laugh if he wanted to, but Styn still remembered the long days of being a weakling surrounded by tyrants. He was not the sort of person to underestimate a foe. Even when the potential enemy seemed so diminutive in comparison. Pale violet eyes slid toward the large sword as Styn rolled his shoulders forward, spreading his legs shoulder width apart.
Clawed digits flexed as Kururai delivered his sentence in full and an expression of confusion crossed Styn's features. Clearly this had not been the way that he had anticipated the conversation continuing. "You want to join Shadow Fall little Miss? Well I can't say I blame you for such a drive, we are kind of awesome. That's actually what I'm doing in Hueco Mundo at the moment, weeding out the weak," Styn said.
"You seem to have some level of skill to be sure, but I'm still confused as to what exactly you are. In addition a name might help to increase my good will if that were something you were interested in acquiring. Unless you don't have one and then I guess we'll just have to put a pin in that," Styn said relaxing his aggressive stance slightly. The manic grin on Kururai's face was pretty much par for the course and didn't disturb the Demon Knight. Crazy was something he had alot of experience with, in many of its different flavors.
Styn wasn't really that worried about bringing back a spy. The Ninth Circle would be in charge of vetting any potential recruits. The Demon Knight was only trying to bring back interesting characters of sufficient ability. Since he wasn't particularly skilled in the art of deception this wasn't a sore point for him. Also as promised his ambient Za Koa wasn't flaying the surrounding sands or crushing physical particles into atoms for no reason, so Kururai wouldn't have any particular problem standing so close to Styn.
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Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Meeting a BigShot [PRIVATE-Styn] Sun Oct 04, 2015 6:26 pm
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