Forgotten [Group.R/Open]

It was time. After finishing his business in Karakura Town, Kaneki had finally decided to go to Hueco Mundo. He had been putting off the trip for a while now, but no longer. Thanks to a certain older Quincy in Karakura, he realized that he could make his own garganta. This was especially helpful since he didn’t really have a plan on getting to Hueco Mundo. Now he did. But before making the garganta, he was currently deciding on what to bring with him before he left his hotel.

Kaneki was wearing his normal clothing except for his shoes. He had modified his boots to steel toed to deal with the sand in Hueco Mundo. Grabbing his trench coat from the closet, Kaneki pulled it over his shirt. Now that he got his clothing down, he needed to get his weapons. Walking toward his desk, he reached for the gleaming silver tubes. Ginto were a Quincy staple and a must have; the first of his arsenal that would travel with him as the cool metal slid home into one of the pockets of his coat. After putting an assortment of things in his coat pockets, he grabbed his handmade gas mask. When he finished paying the hotel manager, Kaneki made his way toward a nearby park.

Placing the mask on his face, he began to concentrate his reishi. Focus Kan, focus. For the past few days, he had been learning how to open a garganta. It wasn’t easy. The only real reason that he knew how to create one was by watching a hollow do it. Ripping a hole in the air, Kaneki stared into the immense blackness. It almost seemed as if it was enticing him, like Alice in Wonderland. Don’t hesitate, move forward and never stop. Become the man you want to be! With a quick intake of breath, the 15 year old boy jumped into the garganta.

The first thing he noticed was that there was no sun in the sky. It seemed that the stories were true about the endless night in Hueco Mundo. The second thing that he noticed was that he was falling. The garganta that he had went through opened in the middle of the sky. Why? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was going to day at this current rate. Stand on your reishi. Taking Eris’s suggestion in mind, Kaneki formed a pillow of reishi beneath him. He crashed into the sand with a big Oomph. Because of the impact of the fall, his mask had fallen off and cracked in two. What a bummer. Oh well, he would make one when he got back. Shaking sand out of his white hair, he began to look around with his blue and red eyes. You’re not alone Kaneki.

The creature next to him was eating a limb off of a dead hollow. But that wasn’t the only reason he was wary. This arrancar was extremely powerful. He had only met one other like it, and he didn’t really enjoy the experience. But the whole point of going to Hueco Mundo was to see how hollow and arrancars lived. The scientist in Kaneki would never forgive him if he just ran away from this intriguing specimen. Scratching his head, he turned toward the arrancar. Sorry for getting some sand on you, my name’s Kaneki by the way. Just be careful Kaneki, she could easily kill you. He knew he was taking one hell of a risk by staying, but he could barely stop himself from shaking in excitement. Who knew how long this arrancar had lived, just imagine the stories she could tell.

Word Count: 613

GP: 12

Total GP: 12

The familiar sound of reality stretching apart rang above her, and the jarring noise dwarfed all save for the crunch of bone. Like all the times that came before, a very palpable sensation befell her. It was akin to a change in climate, or temperature, and the experience came as automated as the instinct that drove her to feed. She understood what it meant; something had found its way to her. As she'd practiced many times over, recording each outcome on the large parchment she'd claimed during her stay in that place, she focused her mind to desire to witness that newly arrived thing painted within her mind's eye.

She jerked her brows.

Whatever this thing was, it certainly wasn't a Hollow. It tasted much sweeter, and it drove her to masticate with more vigor. From the initial sensation, she'd been made aware of its frailty, but she'd expected more than what was. Even so, the intrigue of it not being Hollow excited her beyond anything within years.

She finally looked up.

What she found caused her to tilt to one side, and she remained under her unusual position as the clothed creature fell. It wore an intriguing assortment of items, none of which was more distracting than the coat. It reminded her of something, but she couldn't quite point out what. Not in the midst of such possibility.

She stared at him as he rose, and she stopped chewing. She continued to study him as the sand that once rested atop his head, found itself on her face. She continued to study him as he turned to her, and spoke in a manner unbecoming of something so weak.

She stood to her full height, some six feet tall, while she glared at him. Sand fell off of her white pants. The cloth wrapped around her breasts tightened. "Kineki?" she repeated in the best Japanese any Russian-accented Arrancar could. "An interesting name. Does it hold higher meaning?" She started to make her way toward the tiny thing, at walking pace. "Little Kineki," she spoke sofeter, her eyes not once ceasing to witness him. "This is no place for the likes of you. The hungriest of monsters call this place home."

She finally neared him, close enough to reach with her own blistered hands. "Come here, little Kineki, let me feel your flesh," she continued softly, a genuine smile curling upon her lips. "I've never encountered a creature of your kind."

WC: 410

GP: 8/17

Range

Kaneki: Close

Receiving Actions

None

Outgoing Actions

Action 1: Attempt to contest range from Close to Melee at 25 Speed.

Action 2: Attempt to secure Kineki at 60 Precision.

Verdict

Outcome

Stamina: 129/130

Kaneki cringed when he heard his name mispronounced. But Kineki was better than nothing; after all, he had been called worse. From what he was hearing, it seemed that the she had a Russian accent. Huh, he didn’t realize that arrancars could have accents. He thought it was just a human thing. Didn’t arrancars used to be human? Oh, he felt stupid now. He had forgotten that arrancars and hollows used to be human, since they were so different. The arrancar was clothed in white pants and stood around his height. Did his name hold a higher meaning? No, my name’s just Kaneki. His mother probably named him Kaneki for some reason or another. As for him, it was just a name, it didn’t mean anything. Everyone had a name, and his was just Kaneki. He didn’t even want to know why his mother named him Kaneki.

Should he run, or should he stay? Thoughts and ideas were running through his head like a freight train. What to do, oh what to do. There were so many options to choose from, but one mistake could lead to his death. Yet he was willing to take risks. You shouldn’t expect anything if you’re not willing to take risks. But he had wanted to meet this interesting arrancar, yet he was currently getting a creepy vibe from her. As her hand neared his face, Kaneki had finally decided what he was going to do. He would stay and see how things worked out. He doubted that he could escape if he decided to run. From the feel of her reiatsu, she would be able to easily catch up to him. Sweat ran down his face and he began to shiver as the hand came closer and closer to him. Why? What was this emotion he was feeling? Fear!?

She reminds me of Jessica. That was it, that had to be it. It was all starting to make sense now. The pieces of the puzzle were finally going together. He was afraid of her because she reminded him of his mother. He abhorred his mother, he wasn’t afraid of her, or was he? But as soon as he began to think about his mother, visions of torture came to mind. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of something else. He needed to clear his mind, before it was too late. He couldn’t show fear in front of a potential enemy. Taking a deep breath, Kaneki opened his eyes slowly. Instead of the fear that used to fill his eyes, all that remained was emptiness. His eyes resembled an abyss of darkness, just waiting to devour anything that got in its way. The fear that was in him was gone, vanished without a trace. He had forgotten the most important fact. That cursed wretch was not here, she was on earth. The whole reason he went to Hueco Mundo was to escape her presence. She no longer controlled his life, he was in control. And he would do whatever he wanted to do, without her consent. 

Word Count: 513

GP: 10

Total GP: 22

She wondered for a split-second why he spoke his name again, though the thought dissipated the moment her hands fell upon his face. The creature's outer layer was extraordinarily soft, an experience in-and-of itself.

She took his lower jaw, one hand cupping either side.

Blue and red, an unusual mixture. There was something about his features that spoke to her of youth. She was curious as to his actual age.

"Little Kineki," she spoke with command. "Speak to me your age, and explain to me what you are." She forced his head left to right, then up and down. She brought him close, and studied his eyes. She grabbed his arms, lifted them, and then put them down. What was of most fascination, beyond the creature's biology, was his reaction to the external world--his reaction to her. He allowed her to do with him as she wished. It was a submission she'd yet to witness; all of her encounters with Hollow had led to one outcome: conflict.

She left him be, and turned to one of the many rocks nearby. She lifted the boulder, and pulled out a large, folded parchment. It had been flattened by the weight. "Kineki, the Little One," she repeated to herself in a whisper as she dusted off the paper. When unfolded, the length of the parchment extended almost to Shushana's full height. She scrolled to her last inclusion, put the paper down onto the boulder's artificially smooth surface, and then bit the tip of her index finger. She scribed his name with her own blood.

Kineki, the Little One

She glanced back, over her shoulder, through a heft of her thick hair, with expectant eyes. "Come now, Little Kineki. Speak to my question."

WC: 300

GP: 6/23

Range

Kaneki: Close

Receiving Actions

None

Outgoing Actions

Action 1: Attempt to contest range from Melee to Close at 25 Speed.

Action 2: None

Verdict

Outcome

Stamina: 129/130

Kaneki stood completely still as the arrancar felt his face. Despite his attempts at correcting her, it seemed that she was stuck on calling him Kineki. Oh well, he tried at least. He looked ahead as she tilted his head to the left and then to the right. These actions reminded him of going to the doctor when he was young. She seemed to be curious about him, almost as if she didn’t know what he was. Strange, he was sure that arrancars fed on humans souls when they were hollows. You’re not a human soul Kaneki, you’re a Quincy. From what he heard, Quincies were a rare species, so it made since that she would be interested. The more she began to study him, the more he knew he had made a correct assumption. He wanted to study her too, but it didn’t seem like now was the time. He didn’t mind, he could wait.

His eyes widened as he watched the arrancar lift a nearby boulder. Amazing, Kaneki whispered in awe. How did she have so much strength? Her whole being even radiated power. If only he could be like that one day. But no doubt, she probably spent many years toning your muscles and skills. A luxury he didn’t have since he wasn’t immortal like most arrancars were. From under the boulder, the arrancar pulled out a long parchment paper. Turning back toward him, she looked at him with expecting eyes. Huh, it seemed like she wanted to interview him. Hmmm, he had never been interviewed before, but he might as well give it a shot. Sitting on a nearby boulder next to her, Kaneki began to speak.

I am 15 years old, and as for what I am, a Quincy. Basically I’m a human with special powers. Similar to how you’re an arrancar when you used to be a hollow. From what I’ve heard, there is not many of my kind left, so it’s no surprise that you haven’t seen someone rare like me before. Would you care to explain how old you are? Hopefully this way they could have an equal exchange. He wanted to know more about her while she wanted to know more about him. Seeing as how they were talking instead of fighting, he realized that arrancars were more sentient than hollows. The last time he had tried to talk to a hollow, it had tried to eat him. He didn’t think that would happen with this arrancar.

Word Count: 416

GP: 8

Total GP: 30

She watched him as he sat, studiously. His features were quite feminine.

An unknown creature of fifteen years, self-proclaimed to be a Quincy. She'd never heard the term Quincy before. It sounded so foreign to her, a distance as equally far as hers and a Shinigami's. What was of immediate interest to her was whether a difference of the years existed between there and here. Also of interest, without a doubt, was the creature's admission to possessing powers.

She completely stopped, and tilted her head. "Powers?" she questioned as she stood, letting the parchment rest atop the boulder. She made her way toward him, once again, though much quicker than before. If the creature in front of her, this Quincy, held the power to bend some rule of the world, she wished to know of it. She ignored him, not caring for a moment for his question. There was no time for an exchange of explanations, and this Quincy creature wasn't in any position to defy her authority. She knew for certain that his presence had already attracted the attention of many Hollow; his aroma was deliciously powerful, indeed.

"First, explain to me this power of yours," she commanded, opting to stop mere feet before him. "Then, you shall demonstrate this power to me. I wish to examine your strength with my own eyes, to see how the world bends to your will." She spoke clearly, and with authority. If he defied her, she'd discipline him with pain. It was the only way, after all, to teach the Little Ones right from wrong.

WC: 263

GP: 5/28

Range

Kaneki: Close

Receiving Actions

None

Outgoing Actions

Action 1: None

Action 2: None

Verdict

Outcome

Stamina: 129/130

Was she ignoring his questions on purpose? That seemed to be what the arrancar was doing. This little exchange wasn’t going to work unless they both offered something on the table. But for the meantime, he would enlighten her with an answer. Not the full answer, but half of it. With a frown perched on his face, Kaneki began gathering reishi in the palms of his hands. Yet something unexpected began to happen. Reishi began to quickly gather from the ground and even the air. Only a few seconds later, a ball of energy bigger than Kaneki was grasped in his hands. The ball radiated with so much energy that it was making his hair go to and fro. Why was it so powerful now? Perhaps because Hueco Mundo is composed almost entirely of Reishi. With a grunt, he held the ball above his head and began to speak.

I am able to control and manipulate reishi, thanks to Hueco Mundo being almost entirely composed of reishi; I am about twice as strong than when I am on Earth. But that’s not the only thing I can do! Manipulated the reishi into silver, Kaneki threw the ball several feet in the air. But what came down was not reishi. Swords began to fall down from the sky like hellfire. From the looks of it, he had created about a hundred swords of silver. Stumbling from the strain, he picked up a nearby sword and tossed it to the arrancar. See, it’s just like a normal sword, and I can basically make anything I want besides fire and water. That is an ability all Quincies have, but I have another special ability. However, before I show you, I want you to answer my question.

After stating his opinion, Kaneki slid down on a nearby rock. His little show had taken a lot of energy out of him, but it was nice to know that he was stronger here than he was on earth. The arrancar needed to realize that he wanted to know more about her. He didn’t think it was fair that he was telling all of his secrets and she wasn’t. No doubt, she was probably even more interested in him thanks to his display of power. So if she wanted to know about his personal power, she would have to cough up some facts. This was supposed to be an equal exchange after all.

Word Count: 406

GP: 8

Total GP: 38

She heard the words he spoke well, much to the possible confusion garnered from her disinterested gaze. She witnessed the accumulation of spirit energy, and she felt the almost negligable pressure tingle at her forearms. It was definitely a spectacle much more intriguing to observe through sight, of all senses. The spirit realm had become an interest for her of late. This was an opportunity she wouldn't let pass. Her chin rose, eyes dead-set on the large globe of silver that the Little One launched into the Hueco Mundo sky. Her eyes glimmered, and her lips curled into a grin as the sphere burst into a hundred silver blades.

"My, my," she spoke, hefting the incoming blade by its handle. The weapon was stupidly light, the weight almost non-existent in her hands. She examined it closely from edge to edge, only to respond with a frown. The blade's design was crude, and bland, and on top of it all, frail. She'd appraised greater weapons from the Arrancar that had long-since been digested within her stomach. These Quincy creatures were nothing special, after-all.

She closed her hazel eyes, and imagined the sword in her hand to disintigrate. A single clench of her stomach--a sensation akin to a sudden drop of a roller-coaster--was all it took for her soul to materialize physically. The intense pressure of her spirit energy caused the weapon in her hand to disintigrate into the dirty Hueco Mundo air. She hadn't always been knowledeable, or capable, of influencing the world around like she had just done. She was learning, and quickly.

"You are in no position to make demonds, Little One," she replied, her eyes settling on him. She crossed her arms. "Look at you, such a frail creature. You have me to thank that you still breathe, for no monster has come to savor your flesh, and to suck the marrow from your fractured bones. I am puzzled that you would come to this realm, knowing what you do." She stood there for a brief time, eyes steady. She looked away, and turned toward her parchment that lay not far behind. "I have no further interest in you, Little One. Leave this place, and never return."

She walked to her diary-of-sorts, and sat. A nip of her finger was all it took for her to continue her recollection. Beneath Kineki, the Little One, she wrote.

Quincy, a mortal creature of spiritual capacity.

Weak and frail.

Knowledgeable in the realms.

After lifting her finger, she turned around. "I give you an opportunity not many I cross paths with, receive."

WC: 431

GP: 8/36

Range

Kaneki: Close

Receiving Actions

None

Outgoing Actions

Action 1: None

Action 2: None

Verdict

Outcome

Stamina: 128/130

Kaneki watched calmly as the arrancar appraised the weapon he had made. The blade wasn’t all that good, but it was decent enough. He had used quantity over quality in his little display of abilities. Raising his eyebrow in confusion, the young Quincy watched as the arrancar dissolved his blade. Interesting, she seemed to have disintegrated his sword using only her spiritual pressure. But it seemed that was the extent of her powers that he would be shown.

It was inconceivable. Frail. Me to thank. Those were the words he was given and he was just supposed to leave!? She may be stronger and older than him, but that didn’t excuse her from being a bitch. “Oh, there’s someone else I forgot to tell you. We humans have something called pride, and seeing as how you just stepped over mine, we seem to have a problem.” His eyes were no longer filled with interest. Instead they were filled with festering rage. A vehement rage had taken over his heart and he planned to release it. Just because she had lived longer than him, he was supposed to just obey her like some slave? NO! He was going to show this bitch just how frail he really was.

Jumping back a couple of feet, he manifested his twin revolvers using his Mekkakyu. With a black gun in his right and a white gun in his left, he aimed both of them toward the arrancar. Thanks to his time in Karakura Town, he had learned a few techniques. Now it was time to show this arrancar some.

Kaneki began to synthesize his reishi into silver and mold it into the shape of a spiked cannonball all at the same time.  He was able to do this easily thanks to amount of time he spent training. After a few seconds of charging his attack, he fired the spherical blast of spiritual silver toward his opponent. Thanks to the reinforced alloy of the cannonball, it packed an incredible power and density which breaks through most armor and hierro. Therefore, the arrancar would have a hard time blocking his attack. Or so he hoped. As far as he knew, she was stronger than him. He just didn’t know how much. Hopefully he had made the right decision. As a man he couldn’t just let his pride be stepped on and just walk away. He would prove himself to her or he would die trying. 

409/8/46

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Incoming attack at Power-50 and Precision-50

Stamina: 71/75

>Name: Chaos Cannon [Free Technique 1/5]
>Level(s) of release the tech is available at: Sealed+
>Relevant Skill(s) & Ranks: Reishi Manipulation And Weapon Proficiency
>Stat(s) Involved: Power and Proficiency
>Flavor Description: This technique involves one of the basic abilities of the Quincy that’s turned into more of an offensive assault. Kaneki is able to synthesize his reishi into silver and mold it into the shape of a cannonball.  When he attacks,  he fires a spherical blast of spiritual silver in the form of a giant cannonball with spikes to damage his opponent.  The reinforced alloy of the soul synthesized is packing an incredible power and density that breaks through most armor and the like. 
>Effect: It scales with Reishi Manipulation as 10 per rank to power and precision, Spirit Weapon Proficiency is used for combat checks. Attack travels at Kaneki's precision and deals damage at his power. There is an additional cost of 5 stamina plus the cost of the ignored effect to ignore hierro and armor,  this techniques governing skill rank must be higher than the armor's governing skill rank. The armor's cost is only paid if it is actually negated.
>Casting Time: 1 Combat Action.
>Duration: 1 Action
>Limitations: none
>Cooldown (if any) : 1 Round
>Stamina Cost: 2 stamina per rank + 5 stamina and additional armor stamina cost if it's negated.

She heard the word pride spoken by a rage-fueled voice, and it was suddenly accompanied by an increase in temperature. The change wasn't discomforting, not in the slightest, and again, all she felt was a light tingling of her skin. She turned in time to witness that same anger raging in the Little One's eyes.

He had reacted irrationally to her command, and she was unquestionably intrigued. This was not unlike the outcome of her experimented interactions with her own kind. A part of her wished the Quincy were unlike Hollow, though the more she experienced, the more she felt secure in her theory of universality. It seemed, however, that there was a single, small distinction between this Quincy and her kin: pride. She was near certain Hollow operated out of sheer stupidity, and not this so called pride.

Her newest desire, at the forefront of her mind, was to learn if pride, like stupidity, inhibited functional thought.

She sat still, her back turned to the Little One, as he materialized two unfamiliar items, one in each hand. Not only was she entertained visually by his spectacle, so too was she salivating at the sensations reverberating over her rough skin. Though still faint, his soul spoke to her with much more determination than before. She grinned wide, bloodied teeth shown, as he assaulted her.

The attack against her was commendable, by Quincy standards. After all, what she'd witnessed from him before was laughable. Like before, the young mortal had somehow transformed raw energy into physical form. This time spiked, the large sphere soared toward her, and quickly at that.

She didn't move, not one bit. The spiked sphere struck her back, and her brows lifted as it shattered into thousands of shinning pieces. Something particular about the soaring sphere had been hidden from her. Those secrets spoke to her upon contact. The sensation was unfamiliar, and it felt like the Little One's creation wished to pierce her very existence.

The thought made her grin wider.

She rose suddenly to her standing full height, her powerful legs stomping as she made her way toward the Quincy. "It seems as though this pride of yours interferes with your ability to process the world before you," she stated, still grinning. She reached out for his right arm. "Hold still, and no harm will come to you. Now, tell me, what did your spiked ball attempt to accomplish? It felt as if it wished to consume my outer layer. As if it wished to pass straight through my existence."

The intrigue in her gleeful voice was apparent.

WC: 433

GP 8/44

No, it couldn’t be, it just wasn’t possible. Was the arrancar he was facing really that strong? Did he make a wrong and reckless decision in choosing to fight her? Even if he did, he would have to stick with it to the end now. He doubted that she planned on letting him to walk unscathed after he had attacked her with all his strength. Shit, he should’ve just left when he had the chance. But his pride wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep at night knowing that he just let someone walk over him. That was the whole reason he was getting stronger after all. So no one would be able to tell him what to do. He was going to live his own life and make his own decisions. But his decisions wouldn’t really matter if he was dead.

At first when she didn’t move, Kaneki expected her to take way more damage from his attack due to her overconfidence. After all, who didn’t even block an opponent’s attack? For all she knew, he could’ve poisoned his attack or done something similar. But no, she didn’t even move a single muscle. For a few seconds he was filled with amazement. When he was stronger he wanted to be able to do that to most attacks that came his way. However, it seemed that the arrancar had a reason for being so overconfident. And she showed it by taking his attack head on. But that wasn’t even what shocked the young Quincy. No, it was something else, something far worse.

Against the arrancar’s iron hard skin, his attack just crumbled like dust. There was no other way to describe it since that was exactly what had happened. But only when she smiled did Kaneki no his situation was absolutely hopeless. By not being affected by his strongest attack, it meant that he was seriously outclassed. And she didn’t even block his attack! Fuck, he had to come up with a well thought out strategy if he wanted to get out alive.

In the next moment, the arrancar was right in front of him. Damn she was fast, and he wasn’t fast enough. In the blink of an eye, she had seized his arm in an iron like grip. Gathering reishi at his feet, Kaneki jumped back with all his might. Only to have his arm ripped out of his socket. God Damn, how strong was she? However, he wouldn’t allow her to get off on his pain. The only pain he showed was several gasps after the arrancar had done the deed. The pain wasn’t that bad, but it was extremely uncomfortable with the way the arrancar was holding it. He would just have to deal with it since he doubted he would get into a more comfortable position during the duration of this fight.

The moment his arm was ripped out of his socket, Kaneki’s twin guns had disappeared. It was a stupid mistake. Since he wasn’t expecting his opponents grip to be that strong, the shock of it interfered with his concentration. Therefore leaving his weapons useless. However, he wasn’t out of the fight just yet. Even if he couldn’t use his right arm, his left arm was still useable. Gathering reishi using his left arm, he began to mold it into the form of a sword. After he had gathered enough, he vibrated the molecules as fast as he could. Now his weapon was more like a chainsaw than a sword.

But before he struck he hesitated, long enough for him opponent to notice. Glancing at his arm, he held the Scheele Schneider above his right arm. Should he just cut off his arm and escape? No, not yet. He would try some more attacks and then try to escape. His life would be so much harder without his right arm. Removing his weapon from above his arm, Kaneki swung toward the arrancars head. He hoped this would do some damage. No, it needed to do some damage. If it didn’t, then his situation was completely hopeless. This wasn’t a game, this was a fight for his live. And if he lost, it would mean his death.

705/14/60

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Kaneki's arm is held by Shushana

71/75

Incoming attack at 60 power and precision

• Beginner: Drains 2 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +10 Power and Precision in the following round.
• Basic: Drains 4 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +20 Power and Precision in the following round.
• Intermediate: Drains 6 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +30 Power and Precision in the following round.
• Advanced: Drains 8 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +40 Power and Precision in the following round.
• Master: Drains 10 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +50 Power and Precision in the following round.
• Grandmaster: Drains 12 Stamina on a successful hit, operating at +60 Power and Precision in the following round.

Oh, how satisfying it was to wrap her roughened fingers around his lithe arm, and a fast-spreading chain of goose bumps accompanied her widening grin. The act of dominating others, it was an action that garnered an immensely orgasmic experience. Wait she did for his response to her question, but none came. She glared at him with an are-you-seriously-disobeying-me-again set of eyes.

Her unnaturally large grin receded farther as he attempted to pull himself free from her grasp, only to have his stupid action be rewarded with an equally painful reaction.

She jerked her nose, sniffing about. What was that smell? The scent was...quite satisfying. She watched his previous determination evaporate. Throughout this entire ordeal, Shushana stood as still as stone, her back straight, and a single arm outstretched.

She'd almost forgotten how magnetic the Quincy was, visually. She couldn't help herself as she examined the child up and down. She was sure there was more to see, deep down. Could she...look beyond the physical?

She closed her eyes, her primal smile returning. Again, she forced her energies to materialize, stomach clenching. An image started to paint within her mind's eye, an invisible pen stroking together the image of a frail creature. The Quincy. All too quickly, her thoughts were cut away by an imaginary sword.

She opened her eyes to find the Little One holding a most peculiar item. A weapon of some sort, she examined it studiously, and all of this while still holding onto his right arm. Something was different, hidden from her eyes again. This little creature had learned the art of subtlety, an attribute lacking in her own kind. But this time, she wasn't going to let the boy's disregard go un-punished.

His telegraphed movements were readable, even if she were blind. She lifted her free arm up high, way above her head, and then swung down diagonally, inside out. She struck the Quincy's swinging arm with force, swatting away the attack. The power of his swing had surprised her, though she wondered if the Quincy was as equally durable.

One, two, and it all happened in an instant. Shushana pulled her victim in, turning him around. The back of his head collided with her breasts, and out of sheer instinct, she wrapped her right arm around his neck. She had him in a choke hold.

"Now, now," she whispered, her mouth inching dangerously close to the Quincy's head. The smell of his hair was delicious. "Why would you go and attempt something so..." she paused, and grinned. "...So ridiculous. Does this pride of yours know no limits? Or is this not pride, and something entirely different?" She rubbed her cheek against the back of his head, smiles abound. "I commanded you, and you disobeyed. Little Kineki, do you know what happens to Little Ones that disobey?"

She didn't wait for him to reply. With her free hand, she pinched his left earlobe. "Maybe this will aid in your ability to listen," she said, pulling with the strength of her powerful fingers. Her goal? To separate the Quincy's ear from his head.

WC: 516
GP: 10/54

Outgoing Actions
Action 1: Block Kaneki's Seele Schneider at 65 Power and 60 Precision.

Verdict
Blocked with 65 Power and 60 Precision. Advanced Hakuda vs Intermediate Seele Schneider. Advantaged Defender! Point of contact was Shushana's forearm with Kaneki's forearm. Attempt to Drain Stamina failed! Receive no wound!

Wounds
Superficial wound on back.

Outgoing Actions
Action 2: ATTEMPT to rip off Kaneki's left ear at 65 Power.

Outcome
Stamina: 118/130 [-2 base action, -4 Sense]

Just how fucking fast was she? He had never met someone who was that fast and durable before, so this was a new situation for him. Usually one sacrificed their defense for speed or vice versa. However, it seemed that this arrancar did neither. The only reason he could think of why she was this strong was because she trained herself until she was at the pinnacle of her being. Although for some reason, Kaneki just couldn’t fathom that his opponent was that swift. He would’ve realized if she was that fast, wouldn’t he? Or was he just slow. Impossible. He had spent many days training on hollows, and they were ridiculously easy compared to the fight he was having now. All that he could do was give it his all and hope for the best.

 When she had lifted her arm to attack, time went by in slow motion before him. Yet he was unable to move his body, not a single muscle. As her arm moved down slowly, he could tell that he was outclassed by watching her eyes. The arrancars eyes examined him like he was a test subject. The only reason he was alive was because she was still interested in him. Even though it hurt Kaneki to admit this, it was true. He just couldn’t deny the facts after she swatted his arm away as if it was a fly. Her inhuman strength almost dislocated his only remaining arm. Thankfully, his arm was only sprained. But he doubted that he could use it for that much longer. He would’ve been in bad shape if he got both of his arms dislocated.  Although his legs were still useable, so he wasn’t completely hopeless. Or so he thought.

In the blink of an eye, Kaneki was in a chokehold. Shit, this was the worst possible situation he could be in. Now he wouldn’t be able to escape thanks to this bitch’s inhumane strength. How had she managed to put him in this position so quickly? Was there any way that he could beat her? And why the fuck was she still smiling? He didn’t see anything funny, probably since he was the victim. Goosebumps spread across his neck as he felt the insane arrancar’s cheek on his head. He couldn’t take much more of this; this bitch was even talking crazy. Commanded. Disobeyed. The fuck does she mean commanded? She’s not my master. Who is she to tell me what to do? But he could hardly argue given his situation. But in a few seconds, all the hope that he had for this fight would vanish, never to be seen again.

Confusion ran through him as the arrancar pinched his left earlobe. What is she going to do, pull it off? No fucking way?! She wouldn’t, would she? With his face paling, the young Quincy began to panic and squirm. He was like a caterpillar in a spider’s web. There was no escape. As he began to hyperventilate, Kaneki began to think of what to do. He needed his ear, he couldn’t let her take it way. Black dots began to fill his vision as he panicked. Sweat poured down his back like a waterfall. He squirmed and squirmed as she pulled. By manipulating the blood in his ear, he made it harder for her to pull off. But she was overpowering him. He needed to escape and it needed to be now.

In a desperate attempt to escape, he performed Hoho and push back into the arrancar. With all of the oxygen in his body gone, Kaneki slumped against the arrancars chest. Out of the furnace and into the frying pan. He had only prevented the removal of his ear for a few seconds. He needed a plan. Was his pride more important than his life?

Please.

It was suddenly quiet throughout the battlefield. He had said it so quietly that anyone listening might’ve though they imagined it. The word was said in complete submittance. He could still feel the arrancars cold grip on his ear. He was so discouraged that he wasn’t even standing on his feet anymore. The only thing supporting him was the arrancars body. If only someone would save him, but he had no savior. He was at the mercy of the leering arrancar.

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69/75

Hoho- 60 speed vs 60 precision- Equivalent combatants- Menial wound

It was all going as planned. She held the fate of her distraught victim's ear within the supremely powerful grip of her fingers--literally. And she was about to separate the two, when all of a sudden; she felt that familiar light tingle. She knew the little worm was up to something, she'd simply found out a breath too late.

A jarring force pushed against her front, and she felt the child's frail frame press against her abdomen. His head dug deep between her breasts. Through quick thought, she noted that it was a pleasurable physical sensation. She found her fingers untouched, still gripping onto his tiny earlobe.

She'd fought countless battles, experienced the cunning, or lack thereof, of all sorts of creatures, and yet, he surprised her. Though futile, the Little One's action was commendable. In effect, he'd stayed the quite painful removal of his left ear. The more her mind crept toward the realization of what had just occurred, the deeper into trance she went. She blinked herself back to reality. Her twitching ears listened to a most delectable word.

Please.

Out of the many things she'd taken to liking, the utterance of the word please was nearly unequaled. There was something satisfying about hearing that word spoken in such a way, especially when it was directed at her. She couldn't quite grasp why she enjoyed hearing it so. It was almost like...an admittance of defeat.

Shushana leaned forward, bringing down her shoulders, and her chin fell to rest atop his head. "Please?" she asked rhetorically. "What do you seek from please? A less consequential outcome? The weakening of my intent, perhaps? No, no, that will certainly not do, Little One." She tightened her arm around his neck. Not enough to cause lasting damage. Just enough to cause him discomforting pain. "No amount of please will dissuade me from my intent. Please holds no favor with me. I am not governed by its absurdity." She pressed her fingers tighter. She was sure the pain he'd experience through his ear was excruciating.

"Oh, Little One, how I do not envy you. I was once much like you, though I was taught all too quickly. There are many absolutes we, the ignorant, are ruled by. One such absolute, is that actions have consequences."

She paused, and closed her eyes. She grinned.

"Languish in your agony."

She once more pulled with her colossal might, in an attempt to rip out his ear.

If she were to succeed in her intent, she'd release her victim to the surely bloodied sands. She was already envisioning herself standing there, holding up the mortal's tiny ear between her fingers, and in her most optimistic dreams, he'd answer all her questions as he suffered.

WC: 458

GP: 9/63

Range
Kaneki: Melee.

Receiving Actions
Kaneki: None

Outgoing Actions
Action 1: ATTEMPT to rip off Kaneki's left ear at 65 Power.

Verdict
None

Wounds
Superficial wound on back.

Outgoing Actions
Action 2: None

Outcome
Stamina: 117/130 [-1 base action]

It was over. There was no escaping his fate. He was finished. This damnable beast just did not want to let him leave unscathed. It just didn’t make sense to him. If none of his attacks had any effect on her, why couldn’t she just let him go? Why couldn’t he escape, just this once? But life isn’t fair. The world is a harsh place to live in, and it was time that he learned that. When he fought hollows did he let them escape? No, he didn’t but that was different.

How is it any different? Eris is that you? Save me. I’m sorry Kan, but you have to be able to live with your mistakes. Fuck you.  I’ll see you in hell then.

The trapped Quincy was brought out of his stupor by the increasing pain in his neck. If you’re going to kill me, then hurry up and do it. What was so good about torturing people anyway? Long ago he had enjoyed it, but now it was revolting to him. He just never had understood how the victims felt. Waiting for his death was even worse than his actual death. Just knowing that there was nothing he could do was like hell.

It was funny that in his last moments, he noticed just how beautiful Hueco Mundo really was. He was taking all of his surroundings in since this might be the last thing he saw. He took in the way the sand flowed, the way the moon shined, and the way the wind felt on his face. If he ever got out of this place alive, he would take greater pleasure in how he lived. The only thing he didn’t like was the endless night. He had wanted his resting place to be somewhere where the sun shown, not in some random arrancars stomach.

Kaneki was so out of it that he refused to listen to the Arrancar’s words. He wasn’t going to give her anymore pleasure in this fight. She could take her words and shove it up her ass. As she began to pull harder and harder, the only thing he did was grit his teeth. He wasn’t going to scream in pain and allow the arrancar to bask in his misfortune. If he was going to die, he wanted to die like a real man. After all, his pride was what had gotten him in this situation to begin with. And then after a moment of insurmountable pain, it was gone. Just gone.

Time went by even slower as he felt toward the sand face first. His ear was gone, his ear. For some reason he was calm, imperturbable. This pain, it reminded him of something but what? As his face neared the ground even more, he remembered. His mother. He couldn’t die here now could he? He had to kill that bitch for everything she had done to him. This pain was nothing compared to the anger in his heart. Insurmountable rage soared throughout his body. NO! He would not DIE here. Right before his face hit the ground, Kaneki turned his body in the just the right position to roll on his feet. As he stood up, he put his hand his left ear. Or more precisely stump, since this bitch was holding his ear. Forming a reishi bandage, he covered the bloody hole. It wouldn’t do if he bled out now after all. He would survive this fight. No matter what it took.

Turning toward the arrancar, he looked at her with hollow eyes. Anger flashed across it like lightning in a thunderstorm.  There was no more fear, no more submission. I believe you have something of mine, and I want it back. As he muttered this, his eyes narrowed in anger. This bitch had his ear, and he wanted it. Sliding his hands into the pocket of his coat, Kaneki grabbed a gleaming cool tube. The tube he used was Heizen, which was particularly deadly against hollow breeds.  As the tube raced toward her, he crouched and rushed toward her. Stretching his hand, he aimed for his missing ear. If he just got his ear, he would be able to put it back on. The situation wasn’t hopeless, he still had a chance. 

715/14/88

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Ear is in Shushana's hand

67/75 Stamina

Incoming attack at 90 power and 90 precision

She yanked his ear, and this time, she heard the too familiar sound of flesh ripping apart. Oh my, how wonderful of a sound it was! The grin that wished to rise was too grand for her face. She couldn't resist the gesture! It was instinctual, and at the same time, uncontrollable.

She glanced at the dripping ear in her bloody hand, bringing it close to her face. The smell was intoxicating, like the sweet aroma of a freshly-baked apple pie. Drip, drip, and drip. She followed every drop of blood, eagerly, her head bobbing up and down and up again. At first meeting, she hadn't been driven to consume the Quincy, but she regretted that decision more and more as time passed. She stretched out her tongue, and licked his rose-red blood off of her palm.

It was as if a stream of warm water fell upon her on the coldest winter day. The sensation was unbelievable! Her body burst into complete ecstasy, goose bumps running down her arms, back and legs. She took another lick, and another, and another, until all that was left was a dry, Quincy ear. She eyed it as if it were something she was deprived of. She would have put it into her mouth if it weren't for a familiar burst of tingling energy.

Shushana looked beyond her prize to find the Quincy standing, one hand pressed against his bleeding wound. She tilted her head, slightly, to one side, her mouth preparing a reply. But she didn't. Instead, she watched intently as he solved his bleeding problem. Again, he used the unseen spiritual powers that governed all realms. And that alone dried the taste of blood from her tongue.

He turned toward her. They locked eyes. Within them she witnessed a change. She frowned.

His words were soaring to the Heavens of absurdity. Was he blind? Deaf? Immune to the functional responses to pain? His reaction to his immediate, and dangerous, situation was perplexing! Visibly so!  She'd only experienced such defiance once before, by the hands of the Swordbreaker. But where he was strong, the creature before her was weak. What, then, drove this sudden determination? She thought on it briefly, before coming to only one conclusion: pride. 

A glimmer of light caught her eye, so she focused her attention. Something was flying at her, silver and shiny. It twirled in the air as it made its way toward her. Out of sheer reaction, she forced her mind to focus completely on the flying item. And through her mind was born the desire to feel the properties of the object.

She jerked her eyes, for she was surprised by the powerful tune ringing within her ears. The music died down slowly, surely, until it turned into someone's voice. The Little One's voice.

Die. That was all she heard. How ridiculous.

Shushana raised her left arm high, bloodless ear in hand, and she took a deep breath. It seemed as though her words were falling on deaf ears. What were she to do, then? She thought on it for a long while, relativity being what it is, before she came to the only rational conclusion: MORE PAIN!

She didn't lift a finger. The flying tube finally struck her--dab-slab in the center of her chest--and it exploded into a fiery mess of spiritual energy. Red, orange, and yellow flashed against her eyes, the act blinding her briefly. The colorful spectacle was followed by some very light discomfort, the same feeling one would experience by leaving out their arm to bake in the sun a little too long. What no one was aware, however, was that her mind was focused on a most interesting discovery: this assault, the flying silver tube, had increased in destructive power the moment it had made contact with her skin.

She brought herself back from the recesses of her mind, lifting her right arm in the process, palm open and facing the creature coming her way. She knew where he was not from the gift of her eyes, but from her ability to sense his intent. It was an otherworldly sensation, something that was exceedingly difficult to think about, let alone explain. She just knew.

The image of a round mass of gray energy was drawn within her mind. The thought led her to desire to make that same image into reality, and that's all it took. Her stomach tightened as an unforgettable heat rushed from her chest to her outstretched arm, the sensation culminating at her tingling fingertips. Light flashed inches from her palm, and the next thing she knew, a crude orb of pure gray energy shot forth, seeking to puncture her enemies right thigh.

She preferred insubordinate children to not make so much ruckus.

WC: 796

GP: 16/79

Range
Kaneki: Melee.

Receiving Actions
Kaneki 1: Heizen at 90 Power and 90 Precision.

Kaneki 2: Attempt to retrieve his ear from Shushana's left hand.

Outgoing Actions
Action 1: None

Verdict
Defend at 105 Defense [100 base + 5 Hierro]. Hierro reduces pending Minor wound by one rank. Receives Menial wound!

Wounds
Superficial scratch wound on back.

Menial burn wound on chest.

Outgoing Actions
Action 2: ATTEMPT to hit Kaneki's right thigh with Bala at 65 Power and 80 Precision.

Outcome
Stamina: 108/130 [-2 Bala, -3 Hierro, -4 Sense]

Wait, she wasn’t what he thought she was doing was she? Fuck, she was. Who in their right mind licks someone else’s ear? First of all, she had no right to do that. Did arrancars not know decency? No matter how pissed he was, Kaneki doubted that he would start eating his opponents limbs. Now he didn’t even know if he wanted his newly sucked ear back at all. But still, she kept on licking. It was slowly starting to piss him off even more. His body parts weren’t some food for her to eat. And her face was the worst since every time she licked his ear she got a blissful look on her face. It was revolting. Before the arrancar could take even one more lick, he rushed toward his ear. If he took too long, he might not have an ear to take back.

But when the arrancar didn’t move a single inch, the young Quincy skidded to a stop. Something was wrong. There was just no way that would she be able to take his attack without a single scratch. This attack was way more powerful than his last attack. She was not that powerful, he was sure of it. A few seconds later, he watched as his opponent was enveloped in beautiful flames of differing colors. Thanks to his Ginto tube. He had never thought that it was that useful, but after seeing how well it did today, his opinion was changed. Or so he though.  Slowly but surely, the flames began to dissipate. The only thing that was left was the arrancar, standing strong as ever. There was barely a mark on her. Only a small crimson mark remained where his Ginto tube hit her. Fuck, were not of his attacks useful against her.

The moment the arrancar lifted her arm to attack him, Kaneki had prepared another Ginto tube. It was a good thing he had packed all of them. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened without them. A grey orb of energy shot quickly toward him from his opponent’ s hand. In a blur of movement, Kaneki threw a Ginto at the incoming orb. Strands of reishi surrounded the orb, making it slower. Thanks to this debuff, he was able to easily dodge the incoming attack. As soon as the orb passed to his right, he disappeared in a blur of sonido. His current plan was to grab his ear from the arrancar and then run. But he knew that his plan would probably go wrong. All he could do was hope. 

431/8/96

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59/75 Stamina

Debuffs attack which makes the bala 25 power and 40 precision- Kaneki dodged with 45 speed

There were a lot of metallic objects flying around that day, and it was truly something else. She'd never encountered this particular set of abilities. It seemed that every cylindrical item her Quincy friend threw, resulted in a distinct effect. So far, it had been a mildly uncomfortable explosion, and the enfeeblement of her own energies. Her eyes trailed off as her mind repeated a single word. There was something about this concept that entertained her thoughts. It was almost like...a rule of law.

Enfeeblement.

Shushana's eyes refocused, and she looked onward. All she saw was a pair of determined eyes. A snarling set of white teeth. Loose, flowing white hair. "This," she said, jerking her hand. "You wish to have it back? If that is so, and if I were you, I would attempt to retrieve it another way. As you've noticed," she let out a quite grunt as she shifted her posture, to be more grounded. "you've been failing miserably. The decisions you have made thus far have led you astray, and at this rate, I'm going to pulverize you into human dust."

Her skin tingled, and she felt energy gather at his feet. She knew what was coming next. She'd seen it acted out way too many times not to remember. She shook her head, scratched her temple, and then pulled a lock of her hair behind her ear. She needed to learn how to teach followers how to follow. But this wasn't the time to contemplate such things. It was time to provide ultimatums.

She raised her arm just as he disappeared, and brought it back down where he would reappear. "Answer my questions, or you will never touch your ear again."

WC: 287

GP: 5/84