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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 2, 2011 22:51:03 GMT -5
Sven walked into the crowded bustle of the nightclub, the multitude of colored lights flashing around him, as he pulled the front of his white cloak over his chest, covering the four engraved across his pectoral, hands deep in his pockets as he looked around at the dance floor, a smile across his face. He couldn't remember what it was like to be human, as it seemed too long ago to even matter. However, he was sure that he probably enjoyed these clubs as a human. Running his fingers through his untidy brown hair, he glanced around, wondering what he should do first. The bar seemed a good option, Sven thought to himself, the dull roar of the current song engulfed the entire nightclub, the sound of numerous feet trampling wildly through Sven's mind as they danced to the melody. Making his way to the bar, he adjusted himself onto a barstool, motioning for the bartender to slide him a drink. As a drink was slid to him, Sven brought the glass to his lips, watching the masses dancing to the hypnotic vocals of the singer.As his eyes trailed back and forth, slight reiatsu signatures could be sensed among the crowds with his Pesquisa, which meant that some of these humans could see him, whether it was for better or worse. But one thing was for certain though, he was going to enjoy the only possible free time he would have before his return to Hueco Mundo. |
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 3, 2011 2:44:18 GMT -5
Autumn steps inside the club, instantly feeling a bit out of place. Her white hair reflected the flashing lights almost blindingly. Her eyes scanned the room as she moved through the crowd with hesitation. Bodies mashed together and separated, the lights never stayed in one place and the sound of music assaulted her senses. She felt claustrophobic here. In the long years she had lived and all she had seen, this was something new.
Long nights on rooftops as people spoke of this place on the sidewalks below had made her curious. So here she was, dodging people as they danced, most maybe not even knowing she's there. Never had she been alright with people being close to her and here was no exception. Eyes narrowed, she moved to the bar, less people were crowded around there and she could get some sake. It had been a long time since she enjoyed the taste of it.
She sits at the bar, her long red coat falling away from her a bit, her white onigami robes more visible, but changing colors in the light. She didn't watch who she sat by. Speaking to the bartender, she grew irritated that she wasn't heard over the bass and the singer. So she calls out louder. The bartender serves her the sake not long after. She takes the cup in both hands, bringing it reverently to her lips. It burns down her throat as her eyes slide shut. Already this venture was beginning to be worth it.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 3, 2011 11:12:28 GMT -5
Sven felt the presence that had just sat down next to him. The reiatsu seemed rather intoxicating to his senses, as his tongue slithered out, moistening his lips as it ran alongside them. Perhaps it was his lucky day after all, Sven thought to himself, as his vibrant silver eyes darted over to the source, a bit surprised to see a woman sitting there.
As he analyzed her through the corner of his eyes, he noted the fact that she was rather peculiar even amongst the diverse bunch running rampid across the dance floors. At first glance, she might have been a Shinigami, as Sven subconsciously felt his fingers move towards the zanpaktou hilt hidden within plain view. He somehow halted his hand as he noticed the flash of white from under her outer layer of crimson. If she was wearing garb like that, could she perhaps be an Arrancar? Sven quickly shook the idea out of his head, as it was absurd to think she was among his kin, but nonetheless there was that unique quality about her that intrigued Sven.
Bringing the glass back to his lips, Sven took another sip from the golden liquid inside. It was wine which Sven usually enjoyed, he rarely ever settled for anything less. As he set the glass back onto the table, he ran his finger along the rim, a melancholic sound slowly ensuing from the glass, eventually becoming distorted and shrill,in an attempt to catch the attention of the one in the seat next to him. His eyes trailed back towards the woman, his voice calm, yet seemed to be clearly audible amongst the other noises in the background, directed specifically towards her.
"So what brings one such as yourself to a place like this? You don't seem like the social type, or even one who's here for the music."
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 3, 2011 16:27:10 GMT -5
Autumn's eyes open after she sets her sake down, but she was focused on it. She didn't understand the flashing lights, they seemed to only be perplexing. After a long while her mind became acutely aware of a glass making a shrill and sharp noise, her eyes narrow a bit more than they already had been. Once she had actually heard the sound it displeased her greatly. Eventually her gaze travels to the one who was causing the obnoxious sound, and she is a bit shocked to see him looking at her. She keeps her gaze on him for a long while.
Lazily, she reaches for her cup and tilts more of the liquid down her throat. She didn't answer for a few moments, though she had obviously heard him.
When she walked in she had noticed the futility in trying to sense the reiatsu of everyone around her, and so she didn't even bother trying to sort out just who this man was. All she knew right off was that he had to have had decent reiatsu to see her, if he was human. At this point, she just didn't care.
Very evenly, she looks at him, her hand still resting on her cup, "My motivations for coming here have changed greatly from when I first entered. Now I am here for sake." as if to emphasize her point she drinks the last bit of her cup and asks for another. She had chill in her voice, but her guard was up from al the people around and sounds and lights. All in all, she had lost a lot of her will to just chit chat which affected her tone a bit to be more like her usual iciness that she had been avoiding recently.
The bartender set a new cup of sake before her and she nodded her head in thanks to him.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 3, 2011 20:54:57 GMT -5
Despite the obvious cold shoulder, Sven was not so easily cast aside. If anything he was more intrigued than he was before, wondering who or what this being before him really was.
Originally he had come to this club for the unique combinations of noise,for they seemed to fill the empty void within him, even replacing the void with a odd sense of serenity rarely felt elsewhere.
Removing his index finger from the lip of the glass, his eyes trailed to the opposite end of the club to a dark corner occupied only by a few shrouded individuals, his voice still directed at Autumn.
"It's rather odd that you'd come to a nightclub for sake when there are several other places to find it."
Pressing his glass to his lips once more, Sven let the golden wine flow down his throat, the alcohol seeming to fuel him, his lips forming into a slight smile upon the glass being lowered from his glistening lips.
"You certainly are an enigma, you give off the impression of a Shinigami at first glance, yet your personality is closer to that of a Hollow's. It's been troubling me for some time, but I can't seem to place which title would be more accurate.."
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 3, 2011 22:02:27 GMT -5
Autumn's mood gets much better when he removes his finger from the glass, her gaze returns to him again after taking another sip, "I don't hear about those places as often as here. I'm not sure what I expected, but this wasn't it. Besides, I didn't think I wanted sake until I got here."
She turns in the stool to look out at the dance floor, eyes scanning then with mild interest, with her cup in her hand she almost smile sadistically at his description of her. The smile fades quickly to something possibly more friendly, as she gives him a sideways glance. This wasn't the first time people didn't know what to call her, but the way he said made her smile a bit. Slowly she turns to face him fully, taking a sip of sake before answering him again, "I am neither."
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 3, 2011 22:50:07 GMT -5
Sven's facial features remained rather calm the whole time, the slight smile still stretched across his face as his silver eyes turned back to Autumn. "It would be my first time in a place like this as well. The music is rather soothing to my ears and remains the sole reason I am here, but the overall crowds don't appeal to me as they tend to draw out undesirable urges." Of course, when Sven said urges, he meant the basic Hollow desire to feed, a trait he had not completely been relinquished from, it was only controllable while his senses were still his own.
Sven's gaze also focused towards the dance floor, although he had no visible intention of participating in such a flashy exhibition. He enjoyed the music, but he cared not for the dancing of the humans. They were awkward and clumsy from Sven's point of view,and they even failed on an aesthetic level.
Upon Autumn's statement, Sven found himself relieved, he had considered the possibility of slaying the woman if she was to be a Shinigami, but now it mattered not, for he was not in jeopardy of being singled out by the Shinigami with which he had come to loath and hate with a unrivaled passion.
"Then that would be a relief, can't say I get along very well with Shinigami."
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 4, 2011 0:02:59 GMT -5
Autumn takes a larger drink turning back to the bar, she lets out a light sigh, almost as if calming herself in some way. Once again she glances at him. She nods a little as he spoke, almost letting out a laugh. Feeling a bit warm with all the body heat around she sets her cup down on the bar and starts pulling her jacket off, the sleeveless, white, Onigami uniform shown fully. She lets the coat splay around the top of the stool, already she felt a bit better.
"I hold no love for them either, believe me. Though I was once one of them." She didn't seem to regret leaving them.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 4, 2011 18:16:26 GMT -5
I see.... This was good news to Sven, the woman was neither among nor aligned with Shinigami, which was a start. Sven quickly glanced over the exposed vibrant white robes of the woman, his gaze eventually returning to her eyes, his own narrowing as a thought crossed his mind. He still couldn't relax until he was sure that Autumn was not an enemy of his kind.
"So, you have no passion towards your former comrades, so what about those who are labeled Hollows?"
Sven wanted to make sure of her feelings towards his own kin. Ever since he walked into the club, he had taken extra precautions to cover up the numeral etched over his chest and the portion of his spine protruding out of his back by covering it with the oversized white cloak draped over his frame. Even the thin gloves stretched across his hands were there to conceal the hole in one of his hands that was the reminder that he was still a Hollow despite having taken on a human appearance once more. He still had those unwavering emotions of negativity that relentlessly ate at him from the inside. He had to make sure.....
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 4, 2011 19:05:57 GMT -5
Autumn gives him a glance as she rests a hand on the cup once more, a soft smile crossing her lips as she spoke, her ton was soft almost no traces of ice in it, "I've in this realm for a long while... and for most of that I could say that I hated them with passion. But... recently... I find that I don't care. If I must fight them, I will. With no hesitation. I have little allies, on no particular side of anything. And there's only one person I have promised to protect, and I will do so, from any kind that tries to cross me. But I have not sought out a fight in many long years. I do not intend to to start looking for them now." She pauses taking a sip of the sake, "The way you ask, makes me think that you must be allied with them at least. I do not care for political games or shows of power. I am merely existing.
She looks away as she thinks about the human she had met in the graveyard. He had lost someone dear to the hollows as many others had. But something inside her, perhaps is was her many conversations with her Zanpakutou, told her that if the hollows did not attack or feed that the Balance the Shinigami swore to protect would be unbalanced. That in this world, Hollows were necessary to keep that balance, no matter how much the Shinigami fought it. Everything fought for the right to continue existing.
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Post by Clyde on Apr 5, 2011 0:19:13 GMT -5
"Weird, I can't feel any spiritual pressure in there. I see people in there but it's like the entire place is empty. That can't be natural." A young human stood outside the club known as the Spaztic Reality. It was loud and people seemed to be having fun drinking and dancing and eating. But something did not sit well with him as he stared at it, it was just so unnatural for all reiatsu to be blocked out. Somehow the building prevented him from any form of spiritual sensing. It interested him, for once the LACK of reiatsu was getting his attention.
Clyde entered the place inconspicuously, shifting around the people to try and get a better view of his surroundings. It was loud and confusing, and it made him feel uncomfortable just standing there. Stuck with this mass of people and lack of reiatsu, he felt like his individuality was meaningless in here, it was worse than the being alone somehow. It was suffocating really. Well, that and the smell of alcohol and smoke.
He stumbled away from the huge group in the center of the building and made it to a chair near the bar. He overly dramatically gasped for a air for moment, completely taken off guard by how...loud this place actually was. "The pressure here is worse than any reiatsu could ever be! This was an awful idea!" He argued to himself, falling upon the chair and trying to get his bearings. While he was not directly next to Autumn and Sven, he had plopped himself down only a few chairs away.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 5, 2011 12:23:47 GMT -5
Sven simply flashed that same stoic smile that had been on his face before. Rather unusual for a smile, there was no warmth in it, for Sven was still in essence a Hollow. Such emotions were proved to be the downfall of his kind as he clearly remembered his life as an Adjucha in the desolate dunes of Hueco Mundo, when he actually had those Hollows close to him that he called friends, but all things eventually come to an end as they had all been devoured before his very eyes by a being whose strength exceeded his own.
As the thoughts continue, Sven came to the conclusion that Autumn spoke the truth. Did he really have any passion for his own kin? No matter how, he looked at it, the answer remained no. The only reason he had undergone the transformation into one of the Arrancar was to satisfy the lust for power and cure his own helplessness, so he would never succumb to a incident like the one back then. Loneliness still tore at him from the inside though, for no one could begin to understand him, for that is the dank and dreary life of a Hollow, bred out of hatred and misery, fueled by the desire to become whole once more.
Looking down towards his glass, and the frothing liquid inside, Sven's voice became more monotonous then it was previously. "Well spoken, indeed... There are always two sides to every conflict. And there are those who constantly seek new power either for their own selfish desires or to prevent the destruction of others. In the beginning there was silence, so too will there be silence upon the exit when the last blade croaks out its final melody. The world is but a musical, and will come to a silence when the final curtain closes upon the world."
Sven's eyes closed briefly, reveling in his own despair, for it was the only emotion that made him feel almost alive. His hair hung in the way of his face, the lights from above casting an eerie glow of varying hues across the visible portions of his profile. It lasted only for a few seconds, as Sven rose his head slowly, his head turning to cast a cold look at the human who had just sat down. He knew about this boy even if the boy knew naught of him.......
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 5, 2011 14:17:29 GMT -5
Autumn nods a little in agreement, it was a more elegant way to put it than she would ever come up with, but perhaps that's just her lack of conversation over years. She takes a sip of sake, watching him for a moment. After a few moments she could tell something had caught the man's attention. Slowly she turns her attention to her other side.
She had to narrow her eyes a bit because the boy looked familiar, but she couldn't be sure with all the flashing lights. She turned to face him a bit, setting her cup down, "Clyde? Is that you?" She asks, almost expecting to be wrong. She had just been thinking about the boy and here he was. It was a strange feeling to actually want someone around.
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Post by Clyde on Apr 5, 2011 21:43:23 GMT -5
The young man had sunk into the chair, clearly uncomfortable with being here. This place was so different, so hectic. Maybe it wasn't a good idea coming here without at least someone else. As he looked around trying to get his bearings straight he thought he heard a familiar voice. His head darted towards the voice, trying to hear it as best as he could through the loud music and people speaking. He couldn't really make out what the person had said, but it sounded like it was directed towards him. His eyes scanned where the voice had come from and eventually they settled on a young woman.
"Autumn...?" He squinted his eyes, trying to see if it really was the girl through the flashing lights. It was difficult to tell, without being able to sense her Reiatsu he could not be complete sure. But as his eyes met hers and he saw that light, he knew for sure it was her. "Autumn!" His voice beamed happily as he realized it was her. He jumped from his chair ecstatically and made his way over to her, sitting on the opposite side of her from where Sven was, not even noticing the man. "I'm so glad you're here," he expressed with a sigh of relief, clearly he was happy that he knew someone in this insane place. "-this place is so...unnerving."
"Right when I was wishing I knew someone here you just showed up. Strange huh?" he asked her happily, finally relaxing a bit in his chair. The two had met only once before, but they had made a strong connection, it certainly would help both of them in a place like this.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 5, 2011 22:30:57 GMT -5
Sven sat there on the stool motionless,his eyes thoroughly analyzing the one they called Clyde, intrigued by the boy's equally phenomenal levels. Pulling himself forward, his elbows resting upon his knees, he let his voice ring, slicing through the noise around them as though it was nonexistent.
"So, you're the Clyde I've been hearing about. Have to say I imagined someone a little more fierce looking though. Heard you gave Virgil quite the disappointing defeat. Cocky punk finally got what was coming to him."
Sven's eyes grew sharp, the smile on his face slowly grew distorted, making for an altogether psychopathic look, the gentle brooding features from before now nonexistent. His eyes quickly darted to Clyde, then back to Autumn, his voice still rung clearly, although this time it seemed to directed towards himself.
"Clyde... Autumn...Who would have thought I'd run into two interesting reiatsu bearers just going out to listen to some music."
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 5, 2011 23:16:16 GMT -5
Autumn smiles a little, as Clyde comes closer, "And I was just having thoughts about you. The arrancar's icy tone as he spoke brought her attention back to him. Her eyes narrow as well, her body language showing she's on edge as well.
She turns toward him a little, "Are we going to have a problem here?" She turned her back to Clyde, effectively keeping herself between the two.
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Post by Clyde on Apr 5, 2011 23:45:38 GMT -5
The young man felt a bit embarrassed as Autumn said she had been thinking of him as well, though he wasn't sure why. It made him smile though to hear it, even if their attention was averted by the man sitting near by almost immediately. Sven's chaotic speech seemed very familiar to the boy.
Clyde narrowed his eyes as he spoke of things not many people knew about. His fight with Virgil, there were only a few ways he could know about that and from the way he spoke it seemed obvious how he did. "...An espada?" He asked with stillness in his voice. He raised his right arm and clenched it, causing a light surge of gray reiatsu to circle it. However thanks to this place's special properties, it would not be felt at all.
The boy looked over at Autumn, as she turned herself towards the arrancar. She was...defending him. Silently, he thanked her for that support. "If you know I defeated Virgil than you should know that he won't be the last, so long as you continue to harm innocent lives. ...Why are you here, arrancar?" He asked carefully to one of his enemies. "Tread carefully, I'm not exactly on good terms with your kind." He warned, showing no fear to the arrancar. If his intentions were foul, the boy would be forced to take action. Otherwise, he would hold back for now. He did not want to continue their war in here.
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Post by Sven Delacroix on Apr 6, 2011 21:26:02 GMT -5
Sven's profile turned melancholic once again,successfully managing to suppress his Hollow self and the emotions that traditionally came with it. He would not let his emotions get the best of him as they had in his previous life. His eyes turned towards Autumn, and then towards Clyde behind her, contemplating to himself.
"No, no problem..." Sven replied lazily with a half hearted grin to Autumn before redirecting his gaze towards Clyde, his voice becoming rather melodious as his vocals distorted into a rather warm and relaxing voice that seemed almost feminine. "You are correct in the fact that I am an Arrancar, but there's no need to tense up on the spot, I don't mean you or any other of the humans harm. Those days are long over as I only prey on Shinigami and my own kin since the removal of my mask."
Sven sighed rather deeply, he loathed being judged by what others of his damned race did. He didn't choose to become Hollow after all, or at least he didn't believe he did. The transformation was just a taste of salvation from an otherwise dark and gloomy destiny, the beckoning melody of the Sirens that was irresistible to any who desired power and freedom.."Fine, let me introduce myself then to clear up some tension..."
His hands reached slowly towards his cloak, the fingers gently pushing the fabric aside as the white cloak fell to the ground at his feet, the numeral four boldly sticking out from his humble physique, the exposed shoulder blades and spinal cord adding to the bizarre spectacle as Sven brought his hand out to try to replicate how humans traditionally greeted one another, his voice redistorting itself again as it came off reminiscent of a old man's, dry and weezing.
"Sven Sutoikku, Numero Cuarta of the Lord of The Deep's Espada.... I am here in Karakura on orders from the Lord of the Deep. The reason as to why remains to be seen, although I am sure it has to do with the Shinigami that have been spotted among the residents of this town." Sven himself didn't know the actual reason for the invasion, so all he could do is speculate at this point.
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Post by Autumn Kaijin on Apr 7, 2011 3:05:00 GMT -5
Autumn kept herself between the two of them until she could be sure that they both were calm. She watches as his jacket falls from him, her eyes then lingering on the number. She had never met an actual espada, just heard about them. There was no judging to him or his kind, from her at least. Not now. She merely jumped to the defensive from the tone of voice of both parties. She didn't want anything stirring up with all these on lookers an potential victims. Wait, since when was she worried about victims?
Autumn listens to his full introduction, finding it strange. To stop whatever awkward silence was bound to come from his introduction, she decided to fully introduce herself. To both, since even Clyde hadn't heard most of what she was going to say.
"And I am Autumn. Former 2nd division captain for the Shinigami until an urge to kill led to my exile. I was then the leader of the 2nd unit for the Onigami who were wiped out not long ago. We opposed the shinigami, I guess. But really I just wanted to be left alone. And that's how it is. I've only got enough allies to count on one hand and have only recently cared to speak to people. As I said before, I do not look for fights, so I ask neither of you start one here." at the end it seemed like a warning, to both of them. She reached to the bar beside her and picked her cup up again, drinking the last of her second one.
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Post by Clyde on Apr 7, 2011 10:30:45 GMT -5
"It isn't just that you're a hollow...even if I've never met one that could be considered good." Clyde's eyes remained narrowed upon the espada. "It's that you're working with the lord of the deep. ...Do you have any idea what the monster has done?" His voice seemed pained as he said this; the lord of the deep was the one who had killed Tsukiko. And his invasion of Karakura caused many others to be killed or attacked as a result. "If you meant no harm...you wouldn't work with such a person willingly." He clenched his fist, but as Autumn spoke...he sighed as she calmed him down. He lowered his right had and actually appeared to relax for a moment.
"Autumn..." He began to say as she completely introduced herself to him and the arrancar. He was reminded of why the two understood each other so well, and the last thing he wanted to was upset his friend. "I-I...won't fight him, especially here with so many people. If you don't want me to Autumn, I won't. There's been enough fighting recently." He admitted, lowering his head a bit. His friend didn't want him to cause any trouble, and so he wouldn't...he listened to her. "Sven, if you mean what you say...that you do not wish to harm the humans, then I have no reason to fight you. But if you do harm them understand that I will have to stop you." He gave one last warning to the arrancar though his voice was not as threatening, lowering his head a bit in a melancholy matter.
As things seemed to calm down thanks to Autumns intervention the bartender came around and gave a drink to the young man. Clyde turned his head to give it a look. Strange, he didn't ask for anything, the man just assumed he was thirsty. He picked up the cup, and after a moment took a drink from it. He jumped a bit from the taste and smell, it reminded him of the stuff Hasaki and Zakura were drinking all the time. He took another drink of it, it tasted odd but he was thirsty.
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