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It was a peaceful day for the young Asthavon, just readjusting to Earth and enjoying herself, flying through the sky, the sensation of being so weightless giving her some semblance of pleasure. She felt like she had no cares or worries up in the sky, able to float around or fly as fast as she so wished with momentum. She wasn't too far from the ground, but not too high for planes to bother her. Well, all was fine until a piece of paper hit her square in the face. She was a bit startled but calmed quickly as she pulled the paper off her face, her wings stopping her body square in the air as she floated, taking a good look at what flew in her face.
A letter? She looked the envelope front and back, seeing that it indeed had her name of it. Something felt... Wrong, bad even, as she looked at this letter. Some itching instinct in her mind called bad news. She could just ignore this letter, throw it to the wind, act like it didn't exist. It'd be so easy to just toss it, it'd just land the ocean and become another unit of trash in the sea. This bad feeling clawed her heart, but Calypso shook away her fear.
She wasn't going to cave to fear anymore. Not ever again.
With a finger turned clawed, she opened this Schrodinger's Cat of an envelope, her feet touching the ground. The paper within was slowly pulled out, her other hand clasped tightly around the obsidian necklace the man had given her so long ago. Even after the tragedy, she kept it, she wore it always, in hopes that Tatsuya would come back, come and fix everything...
Such hopes were now reduced to childish dreams of a fantasy that would never be real.
She read the note intently, her previously happy demeanor slowly turning cold, her heart freezing with the cold daggers of the past."...Tatsuya no."
Was the only word she uttered as the darkness of the portal to the between swallowed her. She didn't even have to think, she just knew she needed to be in Hueco Mundo, immediately. She almost never visited such a place, but this time it was needed. His note was one of apologies, his final place of existence within the land of Hollows, but Calypso wished to stop it before it was too late.
Her feet hit the grey sands, her being feeling the dead airs of the wild realm. Her hand rose as she took in a breath,"I wish to find Tatsuya!"
Her arm would glow with purple energy. He was here. They were going to make a place where everyone could feel happy and safe...
She didn't even fly, she didn't even teleport, she just ran.
Ran on her own two feet.They were friends, they were going to make a difference...
Rapid footsteps kicked sand, the girl easily avoiding or pushing away any hollows that tried to impede her movement. She jumped, she swerved, she ducked, she grabbed.Everything was going to be better, so why...?
Her arm throbbed with energy, soon dispelling. There was no need to run any further. The land was burned to glass, a single figure in the midst of the destruction and corpses.Why?!
It wasn't Tatsuya. Not anymore.
Silence took Calypso's being, her golden gaze staring down from the cliff at this person, no, this thing.
It ruined everything between them. Tears were not formed, the signs of crying did not emerge. If anything, the air filled with rage. Pure, unfiltered, rage.
It would be a giant lie if she ever thought she'd never need to tap into the blood core of energy her sister formed within her. The world was twisted and she'd have been pushed to fight at some point, and this was that point, that point to dig into what she had, and throw it with ferocity.
She felt the blood of her kin within her veins burn with power, one of her arms pointed towards whatever the fuck she was looking at now, the limb morphing into the head of a ferocious black dragon, energy roaring and collecting with a massive amount of demonic energy. Her roaring emotions only aided in the concentrated effort to kill this thing, until the collection met it's breaking point."TATSUYAAAAAAAAA!"
A scream shrill enough to shred any humane set of vocal cords roared from her lips, as a cannon of violent energy empowered by her sibling's connection shot from the dragon's mouth. A roar of white and black energy would approach the newly born Arrancar, rapidly, soaking the glass-turned terrain with demonic energy, blasting it apart, and if the flaming man did not escape, the emotion-driven attack would batter and burn him as severely as the land torn up around him.