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[Midnight]

Midnight tried very hard not to get involved with the unwanted possession of Sendo's yarns and ignored most of the conversation seeing that it was not directed toward her in any way. She finally turned her attention back to Fudo as he questioned her reason to being in the living world. She smiled and giggled slightly.

"Oh you guys can't take away all the fun. But truth be told, I not here to take care of any of the hollows. More to supervise the progress of those in my division. I have yet to use my sword at all. It's either this or paperwork, and you all know me well enough to figure out which I would choose over the other.

Midnight glanced over to Sendo, feeling he was ready for a fight. Sometimes she wondered how she was able to get too hot-headed males in her division and in the the same room. I guess that some people just have the worst of personalities. she thought while sighing deeply. She could only imagine what Sendo would do after Fudo had shredded his work.




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Midnight looked up into the sky glaring at the clouds that had somehow turned into a horrid form. she glaced at Fudo nodding slightly, letting him know something was coming. Smiling brightly she walked down the street waving behind her. "I'm going to check up on the other captains, you both stay here and take care of "things"" she said knowing full well what was about to show up. She didn't need a radar, or anyone to tell her, she knew it was close. Pulling out her Zanpakutou she unlocked the way back into soul society and stepped through the two doors opened just for her. "Once you finish, you both may return whenever you want." And then she was gone.

[Taiken Jiro]

"I guess that means I'll be taking her place." The voice seemed to float from the bowels of the earth itself, no physical presence around to create the words which would be audible to the two other Shinigami which had remained. Or at least, not when they were spoken. Jiro Taiken surfaced into view, a silhouette of a rather large, yet slender, size. His eyes were upon the other members of the division he was fortunate enough to be a part of, great orange orbs which he used to bore into them, as if he were reading them. Even so they had quite a gentle nature about them, this nature even more so enforced by the wide smile he wore on his face.

He raised his right arm slowly, his palm opening and facing the other two, stopping it right as it passed his own head. "Yo." He voiced his greeting. He didn't know what business he had here, yet he couldn't shake the fact that he belonged in this area at this time, a calling which he couldn't ignore. He took note of the Captains' last words before he departure, they had to take care of things, and Taiken could only begin to presume what sort of things she spoke of.

[Fudo Enkou]

"Oh you guys can't take away all the fun. But truth be told, I not here to take care of any of the hollows. More to supervise the progress of those in my division. I have yet to use my sword at all. It's either this or paperwork, and you all know me well enough to figure out which I would choose over the other.”

A brimming grin, so often seen and so easily attained, once again parted this arrogant face of enthusiasm. Fudo’s eyes glinted with unclasped admiration for his Captain, for he truly felt honoured to hold companionship with a soul so aged and wizened yet so free and flamboyant. Then it came, the pulse of a being so harrowed, so riddled with despair, so greedy for sinful indulgence that it gouged a vast chasm of emptiness into the heart of even the brightest soul – A Hollow.

Yet it did little to deter the arrogant expression that so simply concluded Fudo’s being, in fact this momentary emptiness flared sparks of excitement and purpose right down to the core of Fudo’s soul. His hands released Sendo’s yarns into the air as they followed a natural instinct to the hilt of his dual Zanpaktou, as his fingers forcefully traversed its intricate hilt he could feel the swords soul impatient to carved justice into the mask of evil. In a brief moment, Captain Midnight’s eyes met with Fudo’s, a deep understanding and confidence passing between their firm eyes. As she turned he bowed somewhat, his hands constantly trained on the hilts of his Zanpaktou.

"I guess that means I'll be taking her place."

Fudo sensed his vibrant Reiatsu before words had been uttered from his Vice-Captains mouth. Lieutenant Taiken, a man whom Fudo had known so little of, yet felt at most ease in his company and found a sense of belonging only attainable from centuries of companionship within this man. Fudo’s guard was discarded instantly as he casually met at Taiken’s side, grabbing the back of his head and humorously bashing it with his own. “Long time no see, I’d be offended if you were keeping stranger with me” He laughed gently, although abruptly ceased by a sharp pang that confirmed the movement of a Hollow. Fudo’s smile seemed boundless, expanding as it bared his egotistical nature “No time to waste. You both better keep up because I’m not saving anything!” With a quick wink he was gone, racing the placid streets to his fresh game.

[Hollow NPC]

Hosujin, Byokuchi, Niuroon and Karumani - Hollow (Huge Hollow's are a class of Hollow stronger than normal Hollow but weaker than Menos)

Hueco Mundo stood bare in its empty existence, the evanescent white sands curved wickedly as a sea swamped with monsters. The moon hung lamenting in the dull forbidden sky, the dwindling stars around it sparsely daring to shine in fear of being wiped from the sky. The moons light danced sorrowfully on the sand, the lifeless soot clouds casting ominous shadows across the vast sea. Here and there the barren trees cast their shadows upon the sand, their clawing branches scrapping frantically for life and nourishment.

Upon one such tree encroached by an overbearing dune, sat a cloak figure drenched in shadows, their black mass distorted by the enraged winds. A heartless wine emitted from what could only be titled a creature, its very essence seeping any hope of life from the bleak land. Several spindly legs erupted from the black mass, grappling at the harrowed tree as it began skittering its path to the very top branch – its movement a sore to innocent eyes, every outstretched limb a disheartening sight. The nightmarish figure remained rooted to the frail branch as it swayed melodically in the bone-chilling wind. At one part of this hypnotically routine the sorrowful moon would break free from the cage of clouds, its sublime light begrudgingly revealing the creatures solemn, lurid face: The Hollow’s face.

The Hollow’s long face remained suspended by peaceful unrest, its large eyes told a dark story as they hummed docilely with their amber glow. The Hollow seemed to watch the shadows lazily, although every little movement provoked a delayed reaction from the bitter creature. A lifelike shadow sank from over the dune edge, its wicked shape racing dangerously toward the placid Hollow. The Hollow’s eyes attained a sudden life, striking to the shadow in the instant it appeared. Several deformed legs sprouted as it abruptly sprang from the tree and scrambled up the dune face, its every movement, every twitch coursing with frantic desperation.

“Foolish Hosujin,” A high-strung voice cajoled from the shadows, every syllable perking with a nefarious taunt, unbound by morals or compassion “you cannot escape us”. Two omnipotent cackles jeered after the first voice as the shadow bore down upon the fleeing Hollow.

Three Huge Hollows slunk from the shadows, tauntingly encircling Hosujin: the lesser Hollow. Breaking the circle, a humungous frog-like Hollow stepped forward but the usual mask and hole absent from its intangible black surface. A deep, slow voice, muffled by some unseen force croaked from the being, its malicious influence compressing Hosujin’s every fibre into the sand “Why detest us you weakling, serve us and you can have power!” At this point, the Frog-Hollow’s head forcibly squashed against Hosujin entire body, this fearless intimidation causing the small Hollow to loose all nerve and scamper off frantically. The Hollows mouth abruptly shot open, his entire body swelling as a black tongue erupted from the mouth and surrounded Hosujin. The tongues tip came face to face with Hosujin, there it was - the Hollow’s mask, accompanied by the hole resembling the loss of his heart. The Hollow’s large mouth slowly parted, a second tongue slid poisonously from the mouth and licked the fretful Hollow “You don’t have to be hungry anymore.”

Still gripped by fear, Hosujin flew from Hollow’s grip - the Frog-Hollow snapped, his tongue whipping around furiously as he released an inpatient roar that possessed the destruction of an ancient storm. A second Giant Hollow burst forward, drawing level to the Frog-Hollow, this one adopting the form of a spindly Armadillo who’s back glinted maliciously with abnormal spiked scales. “No Niuroon!” The voice that spoke first from the shadows shrieked with a blood-curdling anger at the Armadillo-Hollow. She took the form of a deranged dragonfly, a predominant bulge in her stomach that resembled that of pregnancy. The fat Frog-Hollow spun furiously upon the female Hollow “Byokuchi your dam hag! Keep your sick nurture for some other feeble soul!” Byokuchi’s slick eyes ignited with an uncontrollable fury, flickering her wings just once she hung momentarily over the Frog-Hollow within a second and plunged a bladed arm into his back, whispering with the sharp, murderous intent of a scythe “Know your place Karumani”

Now Byokuchi turned her attention upon the fleeing Hollow whose fearful eyes had bulged, perturbed, upon seeing the intense gazed of the female Hollow. She flickered her wings once more, appearing above Hosujin, he continued to flee as she dauntingly weaved a leisurely path above him. Her eyes suddenly softened and her voice drizzled with a honey tone, sweet and nurturing although a twisted sting still coursed through it. “My poor baby Hosujin,” She dipped somewhat with her words and stroked his head, fear overwhelming him he crashed into the sand, Byokuchi retracing her path to hover around him “Mommy is here now, there is no need to be afraid,” she descended softly, her bulge now traversing along her back as she graced the floor. She took the squeamish Hollow in her arms, however much he fought she would not buckle until finally he subsided “I can nourish you, feed you, make you strong!” With her final words she pressed him contently upon her bulge, a sick grin illuminated his face as even his natural demeanour boasted his new power.


Hosujin materialized from a mass of black wisps atop a skyscraper that bore acquaintance to the early morning sky. His newly acquired power did little to change his appearance but within his once dull, meaningless eyes now shines a baneful hatred for life and an unquenchable lust for the satisfaction of souls. Hosujin peered down upon Downtown Tokyo of Jyuujirou inhaling in a reticulating motion he could almost taste the intoxication aroma that was the well of ripe, juicy Reiatsu. The ecstasy of souls numbed his body as his surreal limbs retracted from the building and yet even the rushing air that lashed furiously at his grotesque body could not stir Hosujin from his mindless state. His eyes hummed a gentle glow that told of his content and bliss, this potent accumulation of Reiatsu in this area was like the game of the Serengeti to hunters.

It hit him instantly, arousing him from his dormant slumber of placid pleasures and erupting him into frivolous animation as his obscured legs dented the surface of every surface Hosujin traversed. His eyes blithe with greed for these three radiant Reaitsu’s he sped across the city skyscrapers as it stepping stones, a stream of manic drool flowing from his mouth. “Where are you! Where are you!” His desperate eyes flicked to and fro as he searched for a meal that would satisfy the gods. He felt a pang of delight fill his deep emptiness - he was near. “I’ve found you!” He cackled malevolently, barely capable of controlling his livid emotions.

[Sendo Kentachi]

OOC: Don't expect me to hang around, I've only been granted a five minute visa.

IC: Sendo, true to his word, didn't let the destructions of his yarns handle him. He could just rewrite them later. Right now, he was just trying to rankle Enkou.

Sendo whirled to see clouds forming above them. A sure sign of Hollows on the rise.

"Ah, finally," he said, pulling out his blade. "Some action at last."

He waited silently, and in due time there was a Hollow staring at him. Big one, too. This was going to take some help.

"Hollows, coming in at 27!" he said, preparing to attack. (27 pronounced 2 7)

[Hollow NPC]

Hosujin looked down upon a young shinigami, the Hollow could taste his power yet was still thoroughly aware of his inexperience. A long tongue slithered from his placed masked face, his eyes burning in stark contrast to solemnity of his features. He didn’t dare to hesitate, he was hungry, ever so hungry.

He burst forward, dozens of deformed arms sprouting from his cloak-like figure. He landed just meters away from the Shinigami, the urban path uprooting around him. The ricochet dislodged the Shinigami's standing, sending him back somewhat. Hosujin took his chance and launched at the Shinigami. He was fast: his Zanpaktou deflected most of Hosujin's many attacks, but finally he the Hollow succeeded, planting an arm through the shinigami's shoulder. This opened for another attack as Hosujin scrapped Sendo’s face yet the young Shinigami regained himself and blocked Hosujin’s next attack. “I’m not done yet!” Hosujin mocked as more misshaped arms sprung from his body and launched upon Sendo.

[Sendo Kentachi]

"Uh oh," said Sendo, preparing to strike.

He waited until he was ready, then swung at the Hollow...that's when the Hollow ricocheted, smacking the young Soul Reaper to the ground. But Sendo was quick to recover. Rolling with the impetus of the blow, he was on his feet once more, blade ready.

Sendo exchanged blows with the Hollow, waiting for that one chance to plant his blade into his mask...that's when a blow actually hit Sendo, piercing his shoulder.

"GAH!" he screamed, reeling backwards, clutching the wound. That hurt. That's when another blow hit, slapping him across the face, flooring him again.

Sendo leapt to his feet. This guy wasn't your average Hollow. Nearly Menos class by his reckoning.

"A little help, please?!" he called to Fudo and the other Soul Reaper. He recognized him as Taiken Jiro, the First Division Vice Captain.

He saw the Hollow lunge at him. This time, Sendo was ready. Leaping backward, he pointed two fingers at the Hollow, aiming at the mask right between the eyes. Sendo was through playing.

"Hadou, Number Four...BYAKURAI!"

A burst of white lightning flew from Sendo's fingers, the air about him crackling with energy as his spell flew right at the Hollow's face.