To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve]

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Feb 13, 2015 12:06:34 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Feb 13, 2015 12:06:34 GMT -5

Hokkaido, Soya Subprefecture

He barely recognized it the first time he came home. His memories of his human life were always foggy and yet the surrounding landscape seemed to confirm it. The tall foreboding mountains that held the sky in place. Their skin gleamed a brilliant orange as the snow reflected the setting sun's rays. The small village which he was born in had changed despite the world not. No more were the small wooden huts, nor did bears prowl the surroundings searching for the scraps that the children threw out to feed them. Now tarmac blanketed the earth and small concrete homes stood sparsely over their wooden ancestors. Despite the image being so alien Naoko couldn't help but feel somewhat at home. At least the world prepared him for the sight, covering the village in a blanket of snow so that it might not come as such a shock to be changed. There was a nostalgia in the snow where they would frolic and play then run to their homes or the forge to warm themselves up. As if lost in a vision the old man wandered through the snowy tundra following in footsteps centuries old. He was dressed warm, wearing the gigai that all shinigami were assigned to wear.

His gigai blocked out most of the cold air that threatened to freeze him on the spot. It was only his legs, damp with snow dew that shivered ever so slightly as he plowed on through the white powder. His fine black shoes were ruined, as were is suit pants with the white pinstripe. The bottom of his dark beige trench coat looked hazelnut brown after the amount of water it had collected. Yuki and Ame always loved the snow and so he wore his sword belt lower than usual so that their sheaths could trace lines as he walked. The image always conjured up the idea of children running their hands through water on a boat. It made him smile as he heard their etherial voices giggle and laugh as they danced and played amongst their world. With every other step he sent his mind to them and danced among the snowflakes and the shadows of the dancing bears. They never held the hatred that they seemed to hold when it snowed, instead of violently throwing themselves in the inner world they moved slowly as if trying to not let a flake land on them. It was a peculiar phenomenon, one which Naoko never questioned and instead allowed it to carry on in peace.

'Pa where was your house?!'
'Why are you asking him? None of us can remember!'
'Can tooo! He remembered where the village was? So why not the house!'
'That is such a dumb question'
'It's only dumb because you can't~re~mem~beeer!'
'Wha....NEITHER CAN YOU! Paaaa Ame is teasing me again!'

Chuckling to himself Naoko decided to jump in before things got too ugly.

'Ame, leave Yuki alone don't be too mean since she can remember somethings and you can't! Need I remind you of how you forgot my name?'

Yuki and Naoko burst into laughter as the younger bear cub spirit went quiet with embarrassment. A shift of weight happened with Ame's blade delving deeper in the snow so as not to hear the pair laugh at him. Smiling the shinigami walked back on to the road and walked through the closed high-street. Metal shutters were pulled down blocking the view of the wares but at least their neon signs were lit up. A grocery store over there, a electronics store had just opened and even their own mini cinema seemed to be in place. Such was the wonders of the technological advancement of this age. Despite the village being in the middle of nowhere it still surprised Naoko that it was in full bloom wherever he went.

'Pa look!'

Far in the distance Naoko's eyes picked up on a small advertisement board. Walking to it, the image upon became clearer and clearer. It was advertising the discovery of part of his village! The snow and ice had perfectly kept the forge intact and it was now open to the public. With a sudden burst of energy the old man leapt high into the sky.

'What if someone saw!'
'Sometimes you have to take risks!'

It was all he could think of as the sun's descent quickened into night. Leaping from roof to roof the shinigami's one goal was to see this piece of home. He knew that he would never fully remember the place that held his heart but he still wanted to try. Following the buildings till they stopped he dropped down to the road and ran along its twists and curves. Downhill he went, picking up speed as the world became a screen of white his eyes saw it in the distance the small wooden hut surrounded by a fence. Stopping in his tracks was all Naoko could do as he marveled at the history before him. Just as he was about to leap down the hill, a movement caught his eye.

'Pa there is someone over there! Act natural!'

Cursing the person who forced him to act like a normal human, Naoko slowly walked down the hill and towards the 600 year old forge that was once his home. Hand's fumbling in his pockets he pulled out a cigarette and tried to light it, hoping to calm his nerves as he inched closer. The blasted thing wouldn't start, the moist air must have gotten to the flint. Looking around the building Naoko called out to the person he saw earlier.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I was hoping for a light if you had one?"

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Feb 17, 2015 14:05:46 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Feb 17, 2015 14:05:46 GMT -5

Three times now she had seen the bartender in the Shinjuku region of Japan. Three times she had wasted away the darker hours of the night learning about him, Japan, and modern progression. But only on this third time she had learn a name to put to his smiling face: Katashi.

It was strange to have a spiritually aware be a reoccurring figure in her life, but the strangeness was overcome by the rightness that came with their conversations. Sure, they were often cut short by his duties as a bartender, but they were always meaningful and left her eager for the next excuse to come visit him. How strange it really was for her to call him her friend and to even forge a sort of bond with him. Especially since he was clearly not part of the plan and if he was, he played such a minor role that she shouldn’t be concerned with it.

He was just a friend.

One of the many fascination that this mortal had was history. He often grinned when given the excuse to talk about the ruins of the past, or flaunt his knowledge of Japanese and world history. It was a novelty for Evelynn to hear about things she had lived through, but through the filter that was the human mind. Most of her knowledge of the past was clouded by the primal urges that came with being a Hollow, though more recent history she could happily discuss. As an Adjuchas she prided herself with learning about the world as it shifted into modern times, though after her talks with Katashi she quickly learned how little she knew.

So with the intent of broadening her knowledge in hopes of bringing something new to the table next time she saw him, she was drawn to some sort of village that had recently been discovered north of Japan. Mostly preserved by the somewhat persistent snow and ice, the village had apparently been lost in time due to the weather being noticeably bad all year long. Nevertheless, it had recently become quite the attraction for history geeks.

Cloaked in her special gigai that had been made for her by the late King, she crunched through the snow and stopped at all the little signs that put facts to the decrepit houses. With the winds particularly cold on this morning, few people actually had come out to the place, though she had passed a few people, sharing happy conversations with them before they would go their separate ways. It was pleasant, to say the least.

But now her mission was coming to an end as she approached the furthest building from the town. An old forge of some sorts that had a sign bragging about how it was one of the most well preserved buildings in the village. Unlike the other houses, this one was in well enough condition to go into and, naturally, Evelynn jumped at the chance to see firsthand what it looked like.

She disappeared into the building, gawking at the frozen decorations and surprisingly sturdy structure. Truth be told she didn’t really care about the building itself, nor did the history of it strike her as too interesting, but knowing that this was something she could happily share with her knew friend was a delight in of itself.

Sadly, the solitude and wonder was broken by the voice a man calling out to her. She could have probably just pretended not to hear him, but with her moods high on this afternoon, she saw no reason to avoid him. Making her way out of the building, she smiled at the aging man and shifted through her pockets, happy to offer him what he was looking for. With a flick of her thumb, a tiny flame came from the lighter that she held out to him.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else to come out this far, given these winds,” she smiled as she made a general gesture to the outside, a sudden wind shooting across the snow as if to prove her point.

Maybe she just wasn’t paying attention, or maybe she didn’t want to face the conflict that would come, but she paid no mind that this was clearly not just an ordinary human. Spiritually aware at best, a Shinigami in his gigai at worse. Neither of which she really wanted to deal with while she was having such a fine day, so she assumed ignorance for this one time.

“This forge is something else, isn’t it?” she looked back at the building, a smile hinting at her lips. “Whoever built it did a damn good job.”

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[OCC: Don’t forget Evelynn’s power—she appears as whatever his heart desires, even if she’s in a gigai]

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Feb 17, 2015 21:28:18 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Feb 17, 2015 21:28:18 GMT -5

My Love

Naoko felt a small shiver run down his neck as he saw movement from within the derelict building, it seemed to try and hold itself there like it always did when he sensed another presence. However it vanished as the person, the woman stepped out into the snow. Everything slowed down to the old man as he took in the person before him. Her words danced along the winter wind and filled his mind, memories started to flood his field of vision. Memories of joy, of love and of passion. They ended sourly of course like they always had.

'K...kaasan?'

'Mmm...Ma?'

Another flood of emotions swelled within him as the woman crossed the snow towards him. Her delicate hands fumbling for a lighter. She stood no taller than 5 foot 4, her hair was a dark hazelnut brown bordering upon black. Features soft and perfect as if not a moments grief had spoilt it. Her eyes were larger and looking into them swallowed his entire being. He instantly felt all his love for her awaken within his chest as it hesitantly breathed. He could feel the spirits pressing upon his conciousness with an unbearable excitement and longing. His mind felt like it was about to burst and the swords would transform into the children he had always wished they actually were. The blades seemed to shake in their sheaths though whether this was the wind or them manifesting themselves was a matter to be debated.

Throat gone dry as she turned to look at blacksmiths forge Naoko reached to her hand slowly trying to think of something to say. Lightly his fingertips brushed her gloved hands and the words came tumbling out.

"I..I never got to introduce you t...too him"

The last word came out into a sob as Naoko quickly pulled his hand back and turned away from the woman before he cried in front of her. He couldn't help it, finding his long lost wife after 600 years of searching. Even during his time at the academy he searched for her, whether she be reborn or a wandering spirit Naoko had to know where she ended up. Taking a couple of deep breaths he struggled to put his emotions to one side. This woman might not be his wife, rather just her soul reborn into the human world. It filled him with an immense joy to know that this was what had befallen her. Instead of years wandering a poverty stricken city she closed her eyes one minute and woke up in this wondrous age. Feeling himself calm down a bit his gloves soaked up the tears that had begun to well up in his eyes and he turned back around to the young woman.

"Y..yes this used to be a settlement of the Ainu people. They lived with nature and so had to build houses that could stand. If only I could have introduced you to the smith who owned that place. He used to be an ancestor of mine."

His voice grew stronger with every word; years of dreaming of this day had finally come and he wasn't going to scare her off whatsoever. Though the strangled cough at the beginning might not have helped. He walked past her, feet crunching in the snow as he made his way to the front door. Aside from the rot that had filled the wood the metal joints and their engravings still held. Looking back he waved the woman over to him.

"You can see the level of craftsmanship the Ainu had achieved prior to the occupation of the Japanese. From what my grandfather told me, Nupuri was the name of the smith. He would spend hours upon hours a day working at this forge..."

Naoko trailed off as he kept trying to force the blurry memories of his human life to mind. Barely any came at all, which made it so difficult to sound like he knew what he was talking about. Not realising he scratched the back of his head as his face grew pouty with thought.

'Just ask her to look around!'

'She will say yes it is Ma after all!'

'Come on Pa! You might remember stuff as you walk around!'

'Even if you don't you can make it up! How would she know!'

'Ame we are NOT lying to Ma!'

'It's not lying Yuuuki if its got some truth too it!'

Despite their rallying cries turning into a fight, the shinigami could tell they weren't angry at each other. Most of their frustration was directed at him for not whisking her away and into their arms. Feeling his face redden slightly as the thought of his wife in his arms Naoko quickly changed the subject internally and externally.

"Would you like me to sh...show you a..around?"

'You kids better remember something!'

He stood there with a large smile on his face, struggling how to seem appealing whilst not creepy at the same time. He looked at her, observed her, watched every subtle movement her body made as she stood there in the snow. The clear blue sky was beginning to show the signs of night and some small flakes of snow from the mountains above trickled upon them.

For 600 years Naoko dreamed this single moment, watching Pon smile in the snow.

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META: OOH SHIIIT, THIS IS GONNA GET SO NASTY

Word Count: 888

GP Earned: 17

Total GP: 36

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Mar 7, 2015 18:18:36 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Mar 7, 2015 18:18:36 GMT -5

To say she got used to people reacting to seeing long lost souls would be a lie. For each person it brought on a different experience. Most of them irrational, raw emotions that they couldn’t help but cave under. Others stunned into awe, their brains unable to cope with seeing someone that they had already mourned for. Either way, they all shared that brief second of comfort. That second where everything is going right in their world and all they can do is hope and pray this isn’t a dream.

That glimmer in his eyes before the tears even came was all she needed. Whoever he was looking at, he loved with all of his being. How long had it been for him? If he was a Shinigami, it could have been centuries. A tickle of sympathy hit her, just like it always did, but nothing more. On some levels she could relate, but not enough for her to truly feel bad.

But then came the dilemma that she always faced. Did she keep the charade up, either to give him solace or to damn him, or did she break it to him the hard way? She wanted to pretend that she had the power to tell if he was deserving of a day of happiness, but she could only see evil in those around her. Her mind warped everyone into being a sinner or scum that needed to die. Even on this happy evening it was a struggle for her to even want to comfort a man on the verge of tears.

So, she just did what came naturally. She’d give it more thought as they talked more. Maybe his true colors would shine with enough prodding.

Gentle fingers came out to hold his shoulder as he turned away. A simple squeeze of the shoulder for some level of assurance. Maybe it wasn’t really enough to truly make this easier, or maybe the contact made it that much harder for him to remain calm. Either way, it was awkward to just stand there.

Regardless, he gathered himself and faced her, though his eyes wandered around the house. Perhaps it was still a bit too overwhelming to meet the eyes of a lost loved one. So, with all the politeness she had, she looked around the room, smiling softly as she listened to his words. Stealing glances at him, though only when she was sure he wasn’t looking, she did her best to gauge who she was to him. Her gut was saying a daughter or maybe a wife. Doubtfully a brother or parent.

Shoes crunching in the snow, she followed him out, sticking by his side and eyeing the forge with the utmost curiosity. “It’s definitely some beautiful work,” she commented after his voice faded. She couldn’t really appreciate it nearly as much as her tone lead anyone to believe, and she found herself far more interested in the man than any sort of architecture.

He finally stammered out his shy question, capping off his brief history lesson on the building. Admittedly, she found the shyness rather endearing—even a bit cute. Especially with the light blush on his cheeks and the way he melted with every glance at her.

It made her incredibly jealous.

She would never find someone who would be so overcome with love for her. Both mind and body always shifting between different people, who could ever love her? Who could ever stand to be with her for more than a sex night? Her thoughts drifted Takua for a brief moment. The man she constantly missed. The angel she loved. He was living proof that she was nothing more than a ghost to serve men.

Banishing the thoughts, she sent a light smile to the man before closing the space between them. Her warm lips gently brushed the skin of his cheek. A simple, yet meaningful peck on the cheek to at least let him know that she ‘remembered’ him. As evil as she was, she didn’t want him to suffer like this. It felt wrong. The force that guided her didn’t deem him worthy of torment. She supposed that meant he was worthy of a day of momentary bliss.

“I missed you…” Her voice soft as her hand searched for his. An all too easy to mimic desire to be near someone she loved with all of her being. “Where have you been all these years..?” She blinked hard, tears coating her eyes lightly as she gazed up at him.

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Mar 14, 2015 11:03:48 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Mar 14, 2015 11:03:48 GMT -5

Gently

It caught him completely off guard, the way she moved in to him. A smile still brandished upon his lips his eyes couldn't help but widen and a sharp

"EH?"

escaped his lips. It wasn't loud but it would have sounded it in the quiet snowy tundra that they stood in. Her lips were so incredibly soft against his skin it almost felt ethereal. His heart pounded faster than it had before almost rising to choke him as he stood. To be honest it would have been a blessing had it decided to do it before she kissed him. The beating would have made for a far more attractive sound than a confused shrill cry. Quickly Naoko's thoughts dashed from here to there, unable to form any kind of coherence. Ame and Yuki weren't much help either with the pair hiding behind a rock and cooing and giggling at the action. He felt like stretching his arms out and wrapping them around her, to feel that embrace one more time, but she beat him to it. Her soft but cold hands were tiny and delicate as they sought for his burly and leathery fingers. As they touched another shot of electricity ran through his old bones and he felt himself stand far more upright. His free arm working a mind of its own slowly but surely raised itself and wrapped it around the middle of her back.

"Y..you remember?"

Was all about he could mutter as he looked back into her beautiful dark brown eyes. He never felt lost when he looked into them, a feeling of reassurance swept over him as he felt her soul engulf his. That was how it had always been and now how it always will be. The thought popped into his head before he could even stop it. How could he think such a thing? Maybe she was a mortal who was reborn with Pon's memories? What if she had gone up to Rukongai but settled down with someone else? He couldn't just expect her to up and leave her life for him. Yet everything about her just screamed at him that she would do it without a moments hesitation. Those tears in her eyes he didn't know if they were hers or his. His vision was distorted as he felt them rolling down his cheeks. It didn't matter how he looked, nor did it matter how much she remembered. This was a chance he couldn't squander.

"S..earchi...d..dai and night f...for..sis..hund..".

He stopped himself from speaking as he buried his head into her neck the emotions overwhelming. His large hand gripped hers tightly and he pulled her into him with his arm, like a vice so that she couldn't vanish again. Tears streamed down his face and onto her coat. They felt surprisingly warm against his face as it dug deeper into her neck line. He could smell some form of perfume about her which was normal considering the era. Naoko didn't let himself cry out and instead took deep breaths as he fought to compose himself. He could feel his spirits applying a soothing pressure on his mind as they 'calmed' him down.

After a time as the sun slowly kept setting and the snow kept it's light fall he pulled himself away. Quickly rubbing his tears from her neck as softly as possible. Those eyes still looked at him and once more the smile dominated his lips.

"I...I've been waiting here honey...waiting to show you home...that is if you remember our life together?"

His voice couldn't hold back the desire within and still showed the struggle he had to keep himself from crying. Letting his hand at her neck to cup her cheek he smiled and let it drop but still let the other hold to her hand tightly. He realised what he had just done and said contradicted each other. He allowed himself to believe that this was the real Pon back from the dead 600 years ago. He hoped that whatever form of reincarnation she was, that she still remembered their love and hopefully not their demise.

"If you don't remember my name it's Yukimura, Naoko Yukimura..."

He paused as he readied himself to say the rest of his sentence. Feet shifting in the crunching snow.

"Y..you were my wife..Pon..Y..Yukimura. This village was to be our new home hidden in the mountains."

Naoko pulled his gaze away from her as he looked around the site. Brief flashes of his human life came to him, a building here, a group of friends laughing there. It wasn't enough to make the whole picture, but it was enough to make him feel at home. He watched the snow fall quickly but lightly as if they were sakura petals falling at 5 centimeters per second. It didn't occur to him that what he just said was incredibly forward but he had to get it out. He had to let her know who she was to him and how much love he still had for her.

It kept him sane for 400 years of his death.

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META: Sorry for the wait! Hope this is enough to go on. Also I dunno if this is what you were thinking, but seeing as Eve twists good things into scum and whatnot. Maybe the moment of giving Nao the white stuff could be when Eve finds out about how Pon died? Just a thought unless you have something else planned.

Word Count: 852

GP Earned: 17

Total GP: 53

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Mar 29, 2015 16:47:48 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Mar 29, 2015 16:47:48 GMT -5

Like something straight from a movie, the two lovers embraced each other, hiding their tears in each other’s necks. Her tears were just a pebble throw away from being real. But not quite. After all, this was some stranger who thought she was his wife, or something. True empathy was hard for most Arrancar, even more so for someone like her.

Still, she cradled the man in her arms, taking the moment to nuzzle her face into his neck lovingly and take a peek into his soul. Definitely a Shinigami, though she had to admit his gigai was impressive. It wasn’t for him losing his composuring she probably wouldn’t have noticed. Even here, right against him, she had to pry her way into his heart just to catch that glimmer of Shinigami.

That was really a shame. She didn’t want to hurt him—not today at least. She didn’t really need any more people to test on, but… She couldn’t pass up the opportunity either. He trusted her, he was weak, she could weasel her way in without any backlash. Coo him into security and then infect his soul with her taint.

It would be so easy.

They pulled away from each other, though just slightly. Her fingers squeezed his hands as she looked up at him, watching as the flurry of emotions bombarded his face. Words fell from his lips as he carefully tried to keep an even tone. He granted her an easy way out. The chance to admit she didn’t remember anything he was saying.

She shook her head lightly, a light frown conveyed her apology without any words. “Naoko…” She whispered his name, rolling it around on her tongue and tucking the memory close to her heart. He truly loved this wife that he lost. What if she never stopped pretending? What if she turned him into an Arrancar and they lived together? She would be happy molding herself to fit the lie she had started.

She could make him happy.

“I…” She blinked, gathering her thoughts and doing her best to keep her false emotions in check. “I don’t really remember… I remember who you are but it’s all… It’s all blurry and faded… I…”

She could tell him she was an Arrancar. He would still love her, wouldn’t he? No racial difference could keep him away from his lover. Their love would break the rivalry. That’s how the movie goes, isn’t it?

“Where have you been..? Where were you…?” Her voice trembled as she looked down. For him, her dark hair would fall in front of her face, hiding her eyes as she clenched her teeth. “I… I did so many things I regret… I didn’t mean to, I just… I wanted to find you… That’s why I came here right after I… After I got control over myself…”

She couldn’t say it outright. Play to his soft side and get him to realize she wasn’t a monster. She was just a hurt soul who desperately regretted all the things she had done. All she wanted was to be in the arms of her lover. The lover she apparently lost 600 years ago.

“Naoko, I didn’t mean to..!” She fell into his arms again, choking back a few sobs as new tears painted her cheeks. “Where were you…?” The pain her voice was undeniable. Truly magnificent acting that would put any mortal actor to shame, but that’s what happened when you had centuries to perfect a talent.

“Please…” She whispered into his neck. “Come home with me…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] May 2, 2015 12:15:41 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on May 2, 2015 12:15:41 GMT -5

Hearing his name uttered filled the old man with a sense of peace. Her voice called out too his soul and Naoko couldn't help but allow himself to be mesmerized by it. Images of the home they once shared, children running around them laughing and giggling all the way. A younger version of himself chasing after them and making faces whilst Pon; beautiful and serene would watch from afar. Laughter creasing upon her honest face and eyes scrunched up in utter bliss. The moments they were alone together, the moments they made plans together, everything about their love became crystal clear to the shinigami. As they nuzzled into each other he had no clue as to the intruding presence upon his soul. Ame, his inner world, all of it melded into one being just for that moment. Yet Yuki stayed apart during the embrace. Despite the love she felt through Naoko for Pon she sensed something, something not right. Silently the spirit probed around the woman called 'Pon'. Careful as to not cause any alarm.

Here she was, the original after all this time and yet she was laying her confessions. She had done regrettable things? How could she think such a thing! Those men....

"Th...those monsters...they are the ones to blame! I am the one to blame.."

He pushed her away from his chest but kept her close, his cool brown eyes staring directly into hers. Tears now flowing freely without any hesitation. Fingers gripping her arms ever so tightly, knuckles turning white.

"I couldn't save you from them! There were so many, I...I tried to stop them, I wished their deaths and searched for them over and over to exact revenge..."

He took gulps as the words forced themselves from his lips like a flood. He didn't truly understand what she mean't by gaining control over herself. The thought played over and over in the back of his mind whilst he tried to make up for his failure.

'How can mama be alive?'

Naoko ignored Yuki as he apologized more profusely.

"I'm sorry! I'm so...s..so sorry! I was in a place full of strangers...l..llike your hometown during the war?! P..patchwork fam..families an..and lawlessness.."

'PA HOW CAN MAMA BE ALIVE?'

'YUKI BE QUIET'

'NO AME....How can Ma be alive when she died? ANY Plus eventually turns into a Hollow when they stay in the mortal world for too long'

'Y...YUKI SHUTUP'

The spirits started to argue loudly inside Naoko's mind. His 2 blades started shaking violently as the pair fought. Quickly with one hand Naoko let go of Pon and darted straight to Yuki. Holding the blade firmly and imposing his will upon it. For a moment the look on his face was that of a madman, eyes wide lips still like stone.

'Stop'

The pair stopped fighting, Yuki clutched her arm as if Naoko was physically holding it hard.

'P..paa'

'Stop....I don't care'

'BUT PA'

'I SAID STOP YUKI'

His voice reverberated around the emptiness that was his inner world which burst-ed around them once more. For a split second in the mortal realm Naoko's mind was in his inner realm. Violently barking at Yuki's outbursts whilst Ame hid behind a rock smiling. The young spirit was shocked; her blade stopped shaking and when her master was done she just plopped herself on the ground without a sound.

Pulling himself back from his world his eyes happened once again on the beautiful face that was Pon's. Covered in tears it seemed she had registered Naoko's momentary lapse and seemed to think he had taken offense. Once more she threw herself into his arms. Once more an ocean of emotions burst from his chest and swallowed him hole as he held his love tightly.

"I..I don't care what you have done, where you went, or what....you have become."

With her face burying deeper into his neck a smile spread across his lips at her words.

"When I'm with you...I am home."

A Future

Tightly he held her close, refusing to let her go after their separation. By now the sun had set and the only light illuminating them was from the harsh fluorescent bulb that flickered from the street lamp. Its harsh coldness cast long and deep shadows from the forge yet none of them touched the pair. The love to Naoko formed it's own light, a soft pulsing glow of their reiatsu as it intertwined. How it was happening he couldn't say but it was a thing of beauty.

Letting his breathing slow the shinigami mumbled into Pon's neck as his eyes were absorbing the light display emanating from their bodies.

"A..are you doing this? It's beautiful.."

Feeling a smile break upon his lips Naoko felt a chuckle bubble from his heart which soon erupted into a loud roar. Grabbing Pon, he held as if they were to dance at the ball and began pulling her too and fro through the snow. The light dancing along with them.

"Pon! Shall we rebuild our home here!?"

Letting go of her hands he ran up to the forge and raised his foot upon it as if he were some great conqueror. His voice bellowed around the empty mountain wilderness as he proclaimed his feelings and his dreams for their future together.

"AWAY FROM THE EYES OF ALL! No one would ever care to find a lowly shinigami like me! And you, you my sweet sweet....."

He paused for a moment and looked at Pon with a confused look on his face.

"Hollow person? Reborn spirit? HA HAAAA OH I DON'T CARE WHAT! ALL I care about is that your my Pon!"

He hopped down and stopped for a moment as he felt a tugging sensation. Looking down at Yuki's blade he was brought back into the inner world. Where the central flames rose and hid Pon's beautiful light from his sight.

'....'

Yuki looked down in the snow as her hands tugged at his trousers. For a moment Naoko thought they were going to argue again however he knew an apology when he saw one. Bending down he lifted her up and kissed her neck. Ame tired of hiding behind his rock ran out and clasped himself around the shinigami's leg. With a smile he looked at Yuki and opened his mouth-

'Not now Ame'

And was cut short before he could tease. As his consciousness returned to the mortal realm he heard the faint words coming from Yuki.

'Please...b..be careful'

He nodded to himself for Pon to see as he pulled both blades from their tassles and held them out for the woman to see.

"Our children Pon...Yuki tall and strong...Ame short and mischevious"

He motioned as to which blade was which between the Daisho pair. It was a huge moment for him, to finally introduce his spirits to the woman of his dreams. Naoko felt reborn he felt like he could take on the world, hell if Tokiyo-taicho came he would fight him off just to be with his love. Like how all those modern day films portrayed love. That was how it was supposed to be.....wasn't it?

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SORRY for the long wait. I hope this makes up for it and sets you up in some shape or form. Also which line of dialogue contains the song ;D

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] May 13, 2015 2:00:53 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on May 13, 2015 2:00:53 GMT -5

She could be happy becoming Pon.

Isn’t that what her life really was at the end of the day? A tool used to fill in those empty spaces in people’s hearts. Sure, there were days when fate called to her and cracked its whip, reminding her that she was a Messiah. But even then… She was just a tool. A weapon to be wielded by fate.

Or a tool to make a broken soul happy.

Choking back her sobs, she looked up at the man, her vision blurred by the tears that she kept forcing out. Pain, relief, regret, other emotions that came and went so quickly she couldn’t keep up. The poor man was in shambles all because he had been (un)lucky enough to stumble upon her. (Un)fortunate enough to see someone who was so important to him. Someone that was clearly the reason he even became a Shinigami.

Evelynn had had this happen countless times and every time she had the same feelings. The same heartache that came with realizing she would never be loved as much as the person they always thought she was. She would never be loved like that because she was a nobody. A blank canvas for others to paint on.

But before she could never hold back her rage. Before, it was so easy for her to snap and shatter the person’s reality like a madman, spitting and clawing at them until they’re shocked into seeing reality. So thoroughly scared that in the brief moments before she ripped their body to bits, they would see her for who she really was.

And once they saw her, that disgust in their eyes would be the parting words for the Arrancar and the unfortunate human.

But as she reached up to touch Naoko’s face, her fingers slowly sliding up his cheeks so that she could rub away his tears and give him a loving smile, she felt no anger. So felt no happiness. No relief. No empathy. Nothing nearly that strong. Instead, she felt something she had never really felt before.

She felt true, numbing defeat.

Her thoughts faded to Naoko as he leaned back, his eyes glimmering with happiness and awe. The unyielding emotions that had been consuming let up just enough for his spiritual awareness to return to him, letting him see the passive glow of their spiritual bodies in the dim sunlight of evening. His soft, yet vibrant, salmon color mixing and blending with the paleness of her own. Swirling and dancing like oil mixing with water, it was something to behold.

Well, that is if you didn’t see them so passively. It was only because he had said something that she blinked and focused her mind on the glow. After all, she had long since become a professional at seeing the spiritual world that it had become nothing more than a passive ability to see it all. But for him? Probably not. His life didn’t revolving around constantly needing to pick up on those subtle changes.

Still, she laughed and twirled as he took her by the hands and began dancing to silent music, grinning like he was a child at a party. This could be her life: dancing and laughing with this man as she played the role of Pon until the end of time. Slowly, she would start to “relearn” all about Naoko and become the wife he remembered her by.

Life could be simple. She could have a purpose outside of murder and violence.

Though her laughter stopped, the grin remained as he danced to the forge, practically yelling with excitement as he spoke her thoughts for her. He was a nobody that would never be missed. She was a nobody that would never be missed. It was the perfect chance to just run away. Her movie would come to an end as she walked into the sunset with Naoko.

Her smile faltered just a hair. An unnoticeable tug that made the fakeness of it just barely noticeable.

Reality hit her hard, yelling at her and drowning out the defeat that was taking hold.

You’re not Pon.

Naoko laughed, brushing aside her Hollow nature as he hopped closer to her again.

Her smile broke again.

You are Evelynn Avana.

He pulled out his swords, looking down at them with such pride, announcing their names and identity.

There was no smile to speak of as she stared at the swords.

You are not a tool to be used by others.

He tilted his head to look at her, confusion consuming happiness when she didn’t respond.

Her eyebrows pulled down in soft anger as she looked up at him. She wasn’t angry at him—not at all! This wasn’t like all those other times when she felt betrayed and lost. Quite the opposite, really! She felt empowered, strong, confident. Not Arrogant, nor Prideful. Not Envious, nor Lustful. No… No, no, no. This was something new. Something… Something right.

“Naoko,” she finally broke the silence right as he was about to say something. The tone of her voice dipped into unfamiliar territory for the overzealous husband; it was flat and sinister. “Thank you. Really. I had been in this rut for… Oh Heavens… Two-hundred centuries now? Give or take fifty years. It was this vicious cycle that I just, for the life of me, could not get out of. But now you come along and I just…” She shook her head, laughing in a sing-song tone before continuing. “Well, that’s in the past now.”

In the few moments that he still trusted her, she laid her hands on his swords, feeling the spirits tremble in suppressed fear as her Hollow Reiatsu stained the weapons and leaked into his inner world. Her hand stopped on the one he had introduced as Yuki—the one that he was clearly at odds with.

“Yuki sure has grown big and strong, hasn’t she?” Evelynn smiled softly, her eyes still fixated on the weapon. It was beyond her power to actually see the spirits, but she could pretend, couldn’t she? “I wonder what she thinks of her mother?”

Nothing about Evelynn’s posture changed—she didn’t even so much as change that soft smile on her face. Her physical body remained perfectly still. But her spiritual body—that pale mist that shrouded and danced around her—changed. It turned vicious and grabbed Naoko by the throat, bearing down on him with enough force to pull the air straight from his lungs. Suffocating in a sea of blankness, he would be lucky to even see the woman he thought was his wife.

But he would hear what she was doing. He would feel Yuki pried from his sweating fingertips.

“I wonder what my mother thought of me.”

Holding the sword with her bare hand, Evelynn hardened the skin around her palm and fingertips and then squeezed. With far less pressure than she had anticipated, the sword shattered into tiny bits, the black fragments scattering across the snow as Naoko stood paralyzed by the Reiatsu of Evelynn Avana.

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] May 13, 2015 15:58:48 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on May 13, 2015 15:58:48 GMT -5

Please Stop

It didn't take long for him to register something was wrong. Was it something that he had said? Was he rushing into things to fast. Hell he looked 15 years her senior. She could have a new life now, hell she could have found someone new. A thousand million questions flew around his mind as he held his zanpakutou, his children out to her. Maybe it was the child stuff? She always felt that it was her fault that they had no children and now all of a sudden he was proclaiming some katana as children? The thought seemed incredulous and suddenly reality hit Naoko square in the face. He took a breath and opened his mouth before Pon began talking again.

What was she saying? 200 hundred centuries? They only died 600 years ago. Her tone changed quickly all of a sudden, the expressions that were drawn upon her face seemed eerie, as if someone else wore Pon's face like a mask.

'Pa...'

Instinctively his grip tightened as she came closer and her hands fell upon the swords. He peered into her eyes and found no trace of sadness. The tears she shed a moment ago seemed to have vanished. Yet that same soft glow surrounding them sustained his belief that Pon was Pon. So what if she had a couple of new...expressions. A hollows life is hard and its natural to get ruthless. She would explain in due time anywa-

'P..paaa! I..it's wr...ong'

Almost all of his excuses for Pon's behaviour fell by the wayside. Almost all of them crumbled as he looked into those deep eyes and felt his soul being invaded. This wasn't a metaphorical feeling in the slightest. He felt part of his vision shift to his inner world and found Ame and Yuki truly shaking by his feet. A cold freezing wind seemed to blow through the world. It was odd to describe it as cold, for Naoko had never felt the temperature before. A ghoulish gale threatened to push them back and from beyond the flame he could see her. Suddenly snapped back into the world his expression turned sour, worried and confused as Pon's hand's rested upon Yuki. She still held that tone despite the now sickly soft smile plastered against her lips.

"U..h Yea..w..well she is just a sword".

'YUKI'

Snapped back to the white expanse he found that Yuki was no longer sheltering behind his feet. Instead she had wandered towards the blank figure in the distance, causing such discomfort within Naoko. Ame's cries barely even reached her and Naoko already cursed arguing with her just moments prior. Hoisting Ame into his arms he started running towards her. His lips were saying two different things. One to the spirit he cherished as if she were real and the other to the wife who until now never was.

'YUKI COME BACK'

"I..guess she's ea.ger..too..."

In the space of a second it all happened. Inside his now white carpeted world Naoko could not take any steps further. The gale was too strong and Yuki too far from him to reach. Crying out he kept struggling to put one foot after the other as the snow became deeper and deeper. On the outside that soft beautiful glow went rigid and sharp.

Yuki stood before the source of the gale. So harsh and white she could barely see anything. She was determined to make it up to pa. He didn't care if she was a hollow-person. If that mean't being touched by her made her uncomfortable then so be it. She always wanted a Ma and she never wanted to see Pa in that kind of pain ever again. Shuffling yet staggering she beheld the being of pure white and spoke trembling.

'Mmm..Ma? I..I'm Yuki'

Naoko found himself on his back. One arm outstretched with Yuki and luckily Ame was pulled close to his chest. The internal gale suddenly stopped blowing and quickly snapped Yuki within it like some monstrous jaws. That sensation overrode Yuki being pulled from his hands. It overrode the seeping cold that covered his body. It overrode the lack of air in his lungs.

'Pon, please, Pon stop this, PON LET HER GO'

"POOOON"

His scream was breathless and cut against his throat. Those words, those cold cruel words that had nothing to do with her, with their life were the last things he heard before the pain. Suddenly Ame began to scream, clutching at his head a never ending howl was echoing from his mouth to the world around. Pon's presence and the gale had gone, but the world was crumbling. Physically Naoko felt a maw open within him. Everything felt like it was being consumed by it, his heart caved in upon itself as a failed supernova of love. The black hole that crept from it's brillance only sought to devour him hole.

His body squirmed his body twitched it looked like the old man was having a fit. His left arm however never let Ame go, never for one second gave an inch of space towards Pon with him. The pain was excruciating, so much so that Naoko felt his body leave the gigai he was housed in. It, the being that crawled forth from it writhing in sorrow and pain tried so desparately to get away from her. Yet the same spasms and muscle twitches gripped him now too and his reiatsu was spiraling out of control.

'Haa....AME, AME DON'T CRUMBLE. HOLD YOURSELF'

Somehow he was able to talk clearly internally despite the whirling void that encompassed his soul. Ame had stopped screaming and now was limp in his arms. Around him the snow blew, mixed with black and white specs that was all heading downwards. Where it was all going he did not know but moving forward was all Naoko could do. Screaming out he called for Yuki his voice raw and hoarse. It was then he realised everything was melding together. That the sensations from his body and that of his spirit were starting to combine. That the barriers of his soul were decomposing. Each step sent screams from his mouth, a flash of the world around him and a flash of Pon's supple and smiling face. Ame barely moved, a whimper here and shudder there. Naoko's sense of place was lost, he didn't know what was up or down or where he was anymore.

By her feet were the shards of his daughter. The shards of Yuki the sweet innocent child that had done nothing wrong! Never had she done nothing wrong and in her last moments sought to please her father all over again. He cursed himself with each living breath he still managed to breath. Turning his body back towards Pon, Naoko crawled through the thick snow back to Yuki. He barely got close, he barely got far. Each movement was met with hell. Whatever the state of his face he did not know, all he felt was his spit and snot and tears and blood streaming from his mouth, eyes and ears. He felt it thicken and congeal though he did not know into what. All he knew that without Yuki, his very being was collapsing upon itself. Ame couldn't sustain their soul on his own and neither could Yuki.

Suddenly he felt metal against his finger tip and yet darkness blanket his eyes. Yuki was in his hand again, yet Pon stood before him.

His mouth betrayed him as he spasmed a single scream of a word.

"WHY"

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META: Yea I wasn't too sure as to what as to what would happen when your spirit get's killed so i sorted of guessed it. Hope this is good?!

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] May 28, 2015 22:35:03 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on May 28, 2015 22:35:03 GMT -5

It was odd. No… Absurd was the better word. Absurd how easily she had slipped into the Shinigami’s world. Didn’t she have to quite literally grab his sword to infect him? Contact with the swords—no matter how strong she was—shouldn’t be enough, but here she was, standing with a blizzard at her back.

Everything was hazy and out of place. The environment worked against her like leukocytes, gnawing at her spiritual flesh and driving her back with the tiny scrapes they left on her body. And yet, she stood there in awe. Before her, through the mist of the storm, was Naoko with a tiny child tucked against his chest. Both of them screamed and begged, but the words were hushed by the roar of the storm in her ears.

Her form frayed at the edges, turning the lines of her flesh and hair into nothing more than fading particles only to be regenerated by sheer spiritual will. In this constant state of decay and regrowth, she surely looking like a monster before the child that trudged through the snow towards her. A beast with gangly, awkward arms and horrifying features. A beast that would normally be content to sleep and only occasionally roar against fate. But today was not ordinary.

The child stopped in front of her, so tiny and insignificant before the looming beast that stared down at her with bright, white eyes. Her voice, trembling but full of confidence shot through the torrent around them, defying logic to the nonsense storm.

Amused, the beast that only vaguely resembled Evelynn smiled down at the child—Yuki was her name. Couching down to be eye height with the girl, the white, grotesque lady spoke with a voice that complimented the roar of the storm.

“Hello, Yuki.”

Evelynn blinked as she waved her hand free of the remaining bits of Yuki, discarding the unscathed hilt just like she threw away the remains of the blade. Just to rub it in, she clapped her hands together a few times, dusting them away in a sort of “my job is done here” manner.

What had just happened? Her mind was buzzing and, with Naoko’s annoying yelling in the background, it seemed more than a little hard to just focus on the now. Like she was being drawn into something. The edges of her vision blurred, distorting the world as if some sort of storm was blowing all around her, tunneling her vision forward.

She felt like she was going to vomit.

“Absolutely not!” She proclaimed with the same defiant face she had given him the days prior. It was the routine, after all. Nothing would break the security of… Well… Whatever they had. No war, no bear, no storm. Nothing.

As they sat together at the edge of the village, the sun rising high into the sky, something sparked between them. A connection that they had both felt since they laid eyes on each other. Perhaps it was love at first sight finally taking hold, or maybe something not so clichéd. But at any rate, they both knew—though that knowledge wasn’t enough for her to end the banter so quickly.

The man, beautiful by every stretch of the word, sighed, bowing his head with a light chuckle. “Pon…” He groaned, though they both knew he wasn’t upset. “What more do you want from me?”

Silence. She looked to her lap, jaw clenched as she forced as much of a smile as she possibly could.

“Pon?” He frowned, leaning a bit closer. “I didn’t mean—“

“When you come back,” her voice was rimmed with emotion—emotions that she had told herself she wouldn’t show. “When you come back, ask me again.”

Evelynn fell to her knees, the world spinning around her. Colors mixed into each other, twisting and warping whatever sense of balance and reason she had had when she had come to from the strange memory that invaded her mind.

The moment her knees hit the ground, her Reiatsu shattered with her, blanketing the snow with the empty color that made up her spiritual body. It speckled the snow and Naoko’s body before sliding back to her body and coiling around it. Ironically, it made her feel even queasier. The security of it felt so… Foreign. Since when was she aware of her own presence? Since when did she feel so… So…

Disassociated.

She blinked as the world started to take shape. Naoko, his bleeding face bowed to the ground as he repeated his previous scream with a soft whisper, his voice an afterthought in the barrage of emotions she was feeling.

“Why?” She coughed as she straightened her back, a few strands of hair falling in front of her face. “Because I’m not Pon.”

The strain of… Whatever this was finally snapped at her soul, forcing her to climb out from her gigai. The “dead” body fell backwards, devoid of a soul, as the true Evelynn Avana shakily pulled herself to her feet. The world still warped at the edge of her vision, but at least she wasn’t ready to throw up anymore. For now it seemed.

“How can you not understand by now?” She growled as she stepped towards the beaten man. “How could you expect to find a single soul in all of these worlds? Did you think this was some sort of fairytale where you get your wife and run off into the sunset? Even after I told you I was a Hollow, you still wanted to run off with me?”

She stood in front of him, practically in tears as she clenched fists and glared down at him. “Why? Because you thought I was her? Because you’d be willing to do whatever it took just to get her back? What’s so special about her? Huh? HUH?! She just some broad that you won’t let go of!”

“I bet you don’t even care about what I’m saying. I bet you don’t even care? Why the fuck would you?! I’m not Pon—I killed Yuki—so why bother with me, right?! RIGHT?! But how could you ever hate someone who looks like poor old Pon? You can’t even convince yourself that I’m not her!”

She swung her foot to the side and then slammed it into his side, kicking him aside with all of her strength. Enough to send him tumbling through the snow awkwardly, coughing and yelping each time his side collided with the hard ground before he finally came to a stop on his back.

At some point rage that had been bottled up since she had become a Hollow took over. Wrath unlike she had ever felt coated her and took over. A string had finally snapped inside of her, letting her scream out all the tears and pain she had felt, like a sad girl trapped in a basement. Screaming in hopes someone would actually hear her. Screaming even though she knew no one would actually hear her.

“I’m not your wife! I’m Evelynn-fucking-Avana!” She watched as he coughed a groaned, rolling in agony and betrayal. Something from the way he laid there struck her the wrong way and before he could blink, she was crouching in front of him, arm stretched back and a look of pure disgust on her face.

Without another word, her fingertips drove into the center of his chest and stabbed at his soul.

“St-Stop!” She screeched as their filthy hands grabbed her wrists and knees, pinning her to the ground. She squirmed, kicked, bit, did whatever she could to keep them back, but all of her efforts felt like swimming upstream. Men so much stronger than her had no problems keeping her down.

They ripped at her clothes, tearing them as they cooed foreign words down at her.

“Please!” Another scream left her lips, but still they proceeded.

She was going to die there. They would kill her in every way imaginable and there was nothing she could do to stop them. It was her fault, though. She had gotten distracted—took a wrong turn and got separated from Naoko. She should have paid more attention. Should have stayed closer to him. Should have…

”Stop it!”

She pulled her hand from his chest, blood spraying against the snow and her clothes as she brought her hands to her face. Wrath mixed with sorrow forced her to retreat, leaning back on her legs for a second before curling in on herself.

“I’m Evelynn Avana. I’m Evelynn Avana. I’m Evelynn Avana,” she chanted in a rhythmic mumble, words tumbling over themselves as she struggled to articulate her mantra. But she could feel it—feel that same pull again. Only this time, she knew where it would take her. It would snatch her and force her to live someone else’s life. Force her to truly fill the shoes of someone else.

“I’m not—“

“Ahhhhh!”

His yell made her snap open her eyes just in time to see the men get tackled off her, a few of them tripping over her body and causing her to tumble as well. Dazed, but aware enough to get to her feet, she saw her beloved ramming his fists into the face of one of the men. Rage painted his face red as he turned to shove another man back down, ready to take on the next one.

Instinct took over and before she knew it, she was on her feet, ramming herself into another man that dared to stand up. She was weak, she knew that, but she had to do something! She had to fi—

Red colored her vision as something hard struck her face, sending her down to the ground like a sack of meat. The world stopped—everything stopped except the erratic beating of her heart in her chest. Each beat felt like it was draining her life, sucking her into the blackness that crept alongside her vision.

She blinked slowly, turning her head just in time to see Naoko fall to his backside, fists still swinging as he tried to fend off the two men. She wanted to say something. Tell him that she loved him one more time. Thank him for everything he had done.

But instead she saw some stranger step in front of her and raise a sword.

”I’m not your god damn wife…” Her voice screamed against her throat, breaking a few times as she curled harder into herself, tears leaking from her face for the first time in forever.

“Can’t you see that…?” Tiny, broken, and alone her voice sounded as if it was coming from a completely different creature than the one that had been so loudly yelling and screaming at the Shinigami. “Can’t you see me for who I am?”

Slowly, she raised her head to look at the man with a gaping hole in his chest, his hand still tightly wrapped around his sword. For whatever reason, he was still there. Still looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite see through her tears.

“I have blonde hair,” she began, her hands raising to touch each of her features as she started to describe them. “It’s sort of short. I have bright blue eyes and small, thin lips. My skin is pale, but it looks good with my white clothes. My hollow hole is between my ribcage… My mask fragment is here, on my head, and looks like a cat ear…” Her voice finally broke on the last word, but still she straightened her back and looked down at the man she had all but destroyed.

“Look at me…” She whispered through her tears. “Look at me, not your wife…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Jun 21, 2015 19:26:51 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Jun 21, 2015 19:26:51 GMT -5

My Sweet

She stood above him defiant and unwavering. The pains shocking through his body pulled his eyes away as he crouched before her Ame to chest and fingers weakly grabbing onto a shard of Yuki. In that moment he felt a sudden cry from the depths of his soul. Or was it calling from his arm? Shifting to look up he saw a small glow form around the blade and in that moment he knew that Yuki had survived. Quickly Naoko dived within his soul pushing past what chaos he had let befall it and searched. The revelation that a fragment of her was a round gave him renewed strength. He had always been told that when a zanpakuto is shattered the wielder could possibly die. It was said to be one of the biggest risks for dual type users such as himself. The evidence clear that Ame was not at a strong enough stage to hold everything up on his small shoulders. In the midst of it all he caught it, the glimpse of a small snowflake gently swirling past him. Yuki was there whether in that flake or not he couldn't say. The entire experience was taxing and all Naoko could think of was reaching out and grabbing,

"YUKIMURA GET DOWN!"

A loud thunk and a burst of pain surged through Naoko as he hit the floor. Pon alert as always woke, leaped off the bed and cradled him. Naoko's body was covered in sweat and though awake his eyes in the early morning twilight seemed delirious. The shock of war always invaded his dreams. Slowly she rocked with him back and forth shushing and humming as if he was her child. No words were shared just love and soon Pon's love seeped through. Eyes slowly becoming unclouded and strength returning to his body Naoko sat up and held Pon. He could feel her heart beating fast despite her calm demeanor. Could feel the grief being held back as she worried for his sanity. Now it was his time to rock back and forth to sooth her shaken heart.

Brought back to the snow and the pain he blinked a couple of times. His hearing was mute and his vision was slowly coming back. Faintly he could hear Pon shouting at him. Her voice suddenly raise Naoko's ears clocked back on and nothing made sense. He had found his wife and now she had killed him? But then Pon would never do such a thing...would she? Pon denied her own existence denied everything about who she had led Naoko to believe and most of it had sunk in. This was not his wife but instead a monster that imitated her and now was going to devour him. His love for his wife had blinded him and also caused great pain to his children. A feeling of shame regardless of how badly injured he was sunk down into his heart. everything this hollow-woman said was true. He would have done anything for his wife. As he went to open his mouth all the wind was forced out of it. His lungs were emptied and his body sent hurtling through the snow. Luckily Naoko's hand was holding on to Ame and the shard of Yuki tight to his breast.

The world spinned in all directions before the frozen tundra swallowed him up once more. Cries and whimpers managing to force their way out with each thump. His ribs were broken possibly caved in from where the foot had connected. Once at a stop Naoko's lungs screamed for breath as he tried desperately to gulp some air. His stretched out neck caught that one gulp and as the fits of coughing burst their way forth Pon or whoever she was appeared before him. Her words seemed to slowly catch up as he heard her true name. Evelynn Avana. He couldn't think much on it as he saw her arm dart back like an arrow and pierce his flesh. The pain didn't come.

Instead his eyes fell upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She walked casually through the muddy road swaying her hips in one direction and then the next. It took all of his strength not to gwape at her with an open mouth. His friends all whistled and laughed at the expression he made. She didn't seem to notice any of them. Holding and air of sophistication over their animal behavior. Naoko had never seen a woman act like this but then he had never been so far south of Ezo in his life. A shove knocked him out of his stupor as he found himself quite close to the woman who he knew in that moment he loved. All the men were wooping and cheering him on from behind.

".Ah...ahha I'm so sorry to get in your way..I j..just..."

"Couldn't wait to slap that ass!"

All the men roared with laughter as one of them shouted over Naoko's response. Instantly his face went bright red and quickly he turned and roared something about that being indecent. A light tap on his shoulder turned him as he found her looking straight into his soul. There was no scowl or frown just a searching. She turned away from him but left a single sentence only for his ears.

"Absolutely not."

If the hand in the chest wasn't painful enough, Evelynn retracting it was far worse. Blood spilled forth from his lungs as Naoko struggled to even breath properly. Tears were rimming his eyes. Not just because of the pain but mainly because of the memories. Things he had long forgotten were flooding back in his mind, memories of happiness that he long thought lost. If this was how he was to die then part of him felt grateful that Evelynn had tricked him so. Yet she seemed uncertain of herself as if she was also seeing memories of his life...or Pons. It was then that a thought struck his mind and instantly he cursed it.

He cursed the fact that these kids were too fast! Running around like a monkey after the children was tiring work! Pon was laughing on her back as Naoko kept up this monkey facade for them. His back ached and his clothes stank of sweat. A game of tag is fun when your with people the same age as you, not six tykes that had at least 13 years of youth on you. Leaning against a pole he caught his breath as one of the devils sped past him and gave his but a smack. With an over theatrical howl he got back on all fours and began hounding after the child. The little girl ran circles around him till he couldn't care about being a monkey. Letting out a huge roar he stood like a man and quickly rounded her up in his arms.

"No fair no fair!"

Pon giggled between words as he set the girl down beside her. Instantly she had begun tickling the girl and had eyes only for her. Naoko took this moment to look upon the woman that was his wife. He forced the sadness from his heart as he watched the joy of playing with a child. They would never have their own, the gods seemed angered by their love or wish to have a real family.

"Ojii-saaaan!"

The kids mocked him from behind his back sending both Pon and the girl into fits of laughter once more. With a grin he darted a kiss upon her head, engraved her amused and shocked look on her face before he turned and once more chased after the children they wished they could call their own.

As he returned back to the scene of his eventual death Naoko eyes fell upon Evelynn. He hadn't noticed it till now but she truly wasn't Pon. Slowly her true form started to appear and when he saw most of it he felt pity for the creature in front of him. Expecting a beast he saw a young woman, broken and alone. It was strange and possibly the realization that being angry when dead was pointless when you were going to forget it all. It was hard to see her as she was now, not as Pon. She had pulled it off so well and had somehow managed to show him his human life with her. Slowly despite the pain he shifted his body closer to her despite the snow entering his wound. Keeping consciousness was harder now as if his time in the past was taking his time in the present. With the hand holding Yuki he reached out across the snow letting it plop by her foot. The cold lamplight near them reflected her features as they shimmered through Pon's.

"I...I..s..see..you...child...blonde."

He coughed blood up and grunted as he held his chest tightly. Strength fleeing him Naoko did what he could to stay alive and covered his wound and focused whatever reiatsu he had at his disposal and started using kaido. The glow was pathetic and almost non-existent. Yet it slightly eased the pain as he mainly used it as a numbing agent.

"Had....m..fooled....you...are not...my wife."

He dreaded what he was to say next. It's what he thought could have been the truth. Though it was most likely Naoko's love grabbing at straws. It was hard to speak hard to even think. His kaido flickered on and off as he struggled to keep his flow constant.

"H..hollows eat...s...uls...y..you probably ate....hers....th...that...is why...."

He coughed as he tried to prop himself up on an arm but slipped back into the melted snow around him. His hand was touching her foot now, well resting upon it was a better description.

"..I...no-one..could see you.....they..the..souls...live...in..you.."

It was easier to speak somewhat. The pain was gone, the damage to his lungs whilst still incredibly heavy was patching up. He felt relieved that it wasn't an instant death and that he didn't have the image of his wife murdering him to be his last moment. The glow around his hand seemed to hold itself for longer. Stronger flashes seemed to indicate that some form of effective healing was happening.

"I'm sorry...Evelynn..for..whatever...you saw. But thank you..for showing me what I had lost."

The old man managed to croak a smile as he looked at the small crying girl. He rolled back on his back and took a deep breath. His right side completely numb from the cold. His lungs felt more open and with a wince of pain he felt some of the wounds just healed reopen.

"I think Pon...has blessed you..for..giving me one last joy."

He tapped her foot, hoping that she would lift her head from her arms and for once see a person looking at her and not seeing a lost loved one. Give the child that first joy despite what would happen after it. Let her see someone look at her like a total stranger and revel in the feeling that for once she is herself.

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META: YO! sorry for the near month wait! Work has been mad busy and I haven't had much time to hop on. I hope this is good enough and that I haven't screwed anything over for you in anyway! I thought it would have been a good duality of Naoko seeing some of the best moments with Pon whilst Eve saw some bad ones. If the whole memory swap thing doesn't work like that then please let me know!

Also Naoko has no idea what arrancars are. hence why earlier he called Eve a hollow person. So this is all a bit new to him. (I remember when we were working on my hollow character you said when they become arrancar all those souls are removed, Naoko doesn't know that).

If you feel his words at the end are out of character then I apologise, I personally feel they are right with him. He is fatalist and caring. So this is sort of how I would imagine him acting when faced with death and finding out his murderer wasn't his wife but a young woman who just wants to be seen for who she is.

Enough excuses just tell me if you want anything changed!

Word Count: 1,817

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Total GP: 137

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Jun 27, 2015 12:16:39 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Jun 27, 2015 12:16:39 GMT -5

His words were broken sounds that hardly made it past her sobbing. A faint murmur that she only heard because she had happened to choke just long enough for the sound to catch her attention. At first, the words didn’t make sense. They were too garbled by the sound of blood pouring from his throat and into his mouth. Too quiet to make any sense.

And then they registered.

Her eyes widened, letting fresh wave of tears fall down her cheeks and drip onto the snow around her. She could only sit there and stare at the snow, doing everything in her power not to sob so that she could listen to every word he managed to get out. Doing everything in her power not cry more.

Could he really see her? Or was this the ramblings of a man who was seconds from dying of blood loss? Was what he was saying true, or his way of begging for life? She so desperately wanted to cling to the positive thoughts, to believe that he got some sense slapped into him, but… That had never happened before. Someone just suddenly seeing her just because they were about to die.

But then he said her name with such a gentle honesty that she couldn’t take it. She buried her face in her arms and let out a long, agonizing sob. A sound not too dissimilar from some wild animal dying a slow and painful death. That’s what she felt like. Like she was dying. Even though she wasn’t the one who looked like a surgery gone wrong.

He couldn’t be lying. Not with that voice. Not with the way his hand desperately searched for her attention. So gentle and compassionate despite everything she had done. How could anyone… How could they…

Finally, she unfolded from the ball she had curled into and crawled over to him, fists digging into the snow as she leaned over him. Her eyes darted to the gore that was his chest before looking back at him. Was this regret? This cold, consuming feeling of wrongness that spilled through her.

“F-Fuck,” she cured through her teeth. “You can’t just say that stuff to me! Look at what I did to you… I…” Her voice broke, but she refused to let anymore tears fall. “You can’t just decide to look at me and then go and die! Who do you think you are?”

At some point her hand had fumbled through the snow and grabbed his free one, holding it probably a bit too tightly for his comfort, but she didn’t seem to want to loosen her vicegrip.

“Who do you think you are…” She repeated softly, her attention turning back to the mess she made. Wasn’t it her luck that she’d kill one of the few people who could truly see her? Wasn’t that her luck… “I’m sorry.” The words felt meaningless in the face of reality. Like she was saying them just because she had to, not necessarily because she meant it.

But she meant it with all her heart. She truly regretted what she had done. Regretted ever stringing him along like she had. Regretted punching a hole through his body. Regretted ever signing up for the stupid Vaizard mission her King had given her.

She reached to grab the wrist of the hand hovering over his wounds, praying that she could somehow help him heal. Help restore his strength like she had done for Ayato. Why did that nobody get the luxury of regenerating his wounds? He should have been dead! Naoko should be the one that could heal himself. He shouldn’t be the one who died.

“I’m so sorry…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Jul 19, 2015 9:42:22 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Jul 19, 2015 9:42:22 GMT -5

It was a wondrous feeling, her hand holding his. Even though he knew the owner was not his wife he believed he could feel her running through Evelynn's veins. Her grip was strong and the warmth that cut through his frozen skin was a welcome gift. Every now and then as she spoke Naoko felt his concentration lapse but each time Ame would mentally give him a shove as he protectivly cared for Yuki. It was good to know that she was safe if uncounciouss and limp. A spirit couldn't die unless their master did. With that information in mind, does that mean the image of Yuki and Ame mirrored the situation he was in? On the border between life and death with the odds heavily against him. Dying wouldn't be so bad, aside from scaring the poor girl for life. A bubble of a chuckle coughed up from his lungs before throwing him into a coughing fit. His left hand glowed faintly as he poured as much kaido into himself as he could.

The wounds were closing slowly which wasn't his main concern. Hypothermia was the most likely tool for his demise. The idea of asking to be taken somewhere warm bounced along in his head but he didn't feel like it was quite the time to ask. Ame screamed internally at Naoko's sense of decorum when his life was at stake, but the old man brushed it aside. His stubbornness was going to be the end of him if this situation wasn't. Inhaling raggedly he turned his head to Evelynn and watched as she apologized.

"Thank you Evelynn-san it means quite a bit coming from you."

He hoped that didn't come off as rude, you don't normally see a hollow person crying over your body so he took what he got. The cold was finally starting to sink in. The feeling of her warm hand gave his body the shock to realize the temperature difference. Struggling he pushed up on his elbow groaning in pain and coughing up blood as he slowly sat up. The pool of dark red blood and water rushed to where his body had lain in the snow and tossed too and fro. The green glow flared brighter as he did this, just to elevate the pain.

"As for dying...If you don't want me to...y...you b..b...b.bb.bbetter find...s..ssome help...o..or..carry me..s..ssomewhere w..warm."

The nights soft breeze felt like death's bitter sigh as it sent shivers over his body. He could feel himself starting to slip, could feel his muscles starting to contract and cramp painfully. Still clutching her hand Naoko didn't notice how white it had gotten from their tight clutch. His eyes wandered, looking at the old blacksmiths house and trying to remember where the firepit for cooking was. Everything was starting to spin and shift far more than they were supposed to.

"There...take me inside and build a...f..fff.fire. C..cold.....b..bbad...s..sh..shhhhock....dead."

The last word fell out rather flatly as he felt himself loose his upper balance. The glow on his left hand flickered off. Heat wouldn't save him outright but it would help him focus a little better. Turning Naoko looked at Eveylnn's grief stricken face and smiled. The weakest of the wounds had fully healed, aureole, capillaries the small things. The larger veins and the lung damage was still present if not scabbed over faster. The gouge in his chest remained and some blood still trickled from it but it wasn't gushing out. His hand reached out and grabbed onto Ame's sword and then the remaining fragment of Yuki, glinting in the moonlight.

"W..warmtssh....b..blood a..ah..and fofod....life"

Naoko's words were slurring, his entire body was exhausted and drained and with one final smile he fainted. His body fell at Evelynn with his last thought hoping she wouldn't think him dead. Just follow those instructions and all will be well.

Though where or how she was going to do a blood transfusion Naoko had no idea.

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META: As I said before I'm so sorry for the wait! I hope this is alright? You can like to a sorta post through the night thing with complete control over Naoko if that helps?

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Jul 24, 2015 18:44:29 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Jul 24, 2015 18:44:29 GMT -5

He was so cold. His body was shutting down. Giving up. She had gone too far in her rage. No punches were pulled and through her rage she had done things wrong. Everything was messed up. He was going to die.

She grabbed his arm, holding it with both of her hands as she looked down at the bleeding mess that was his chest. It looked more like ground beef at this point. No… It looked worse than that. It looked like the biggest mistake of her life.

“S-Shut up!” She barked as a fresh wave of tears started to build up behind her eyes. “You’re going to be just fine, okay? Now stop talking so I can save your life, you idiot.” The last word came out as a choked sound as she fought back the urge to just curl in on herself and die.

What did she do now? No fire would keep him alive—it’d just delay his death a little longer. It was a solution. Why didn’t Shinigami have Regeneration? All they had was that flimsy Kaido that required energy to used. They were so stupid for not having something better. A machine, or something, that they could use to—

She gasped at the realization.

But could she go crawling back to him like that? Their last conversation had been pretty… Well… It cut out any chances of him being on her side. Would he even care about some Shinigami? She remembered him as someone who would. Someone who would go to the ends of the earth to save another soul, but he had changed. He was corrupted and—

The sound of Naoko falling back on the ground silenced all of her worries. She couldn’t hesitate—there was no time. She just had to go.

“I’m sorry if this hurts,” she mumbled as she slid her hand under him and against his back, doing everything she could to avoid touching the exit wound. Doing her best not to make anything anymore painful that it already was. With a sudden jerk, she pushed him up and hand him land against her. It took some awkward moving and a few pained grunts from him, but she finally worked his arm around her shoulder and angled him so that he would be in too much pain when she stood up.

“Everything is going to be okay,” she said again, acutely aware that he wasn’t even conscious anymore. “Takua will fix you, I promise.”

Moving as fast as she could with someone twice her weight on her shoulders, she stepped through the rift in reality that appeared before her. The black jaws of it showed her Takua’s castle in the near distance, keeping her hopes just barely alive.

What if he wasn’t there? What if he didn’t care? What if…

She stepped into the sands of Las Noches, Naoko’s feet dragging slowly against the ground and leaving behind a small trail of blood. Most of the flesh and blood that escaped him landed on her, staining her clothes or sliding down her legs, but there was so much. So much…

“Takua!” Her sobbing prevented the cry to be anything more than muffled scream, but it was enough to cause a small echo. Enough for her to be heard even if he wasn’t actually in the tower. If he was near, he heard her.

There was no hesitation, she shoved open his door with her free hand and stepped inside. With another choked back sob, she turned and finally set Naoko down, his back to the wall and his head hanging limply to the left. He was breathing, but…

“Please help him.”

She didn’t look away from the Shinigami—couldn’t look away. Some morbid curiosity kept her staring in hopes that she wouldn’t miss his dying seconds. The thought alone already had her a crying mess in her enemy’s tower, but watching as his breathing became shallower and shallower…

“Please…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 1, 2015 2:59:00 GMT -5

Post by Value on Aug 1, 2015 2:59:00 GMT -5

Long dexterous fingers gently moved the twin needles just slightly, allowing them to connect nerve-like cables to contact at long last and slide it into its socket as though they were made for each other. Which, one could say with considerable accuracy, they had been. The scientist sighed with relief and began to gently extricate his tools from the innards of the Gigai he had been constructing. Layers of muscle came next as he folded the shell of a soul back over the innards that had been so devilishly difficult to construct. Basic Gigai were hardly complex, but trying to incorporate other properties into them swiftly made them into fiendish puzzles. Perhaps there were other ways, better ways, of doing what he was trying to do, but this would work for what he needed...he hoped.

All said, it was not so dissimilar to good needlework, and for that reason alone he had progressed faster with this project than he would have otherwise hoped. It seemed his tailoring hobby had given him a few unexpected boons, and now as he threaded a bonding agent to muscle and nerves, he was profoundly grateful for the last decade of gradually working more with a needle. The few Arrancar in the barracks who'd seen it had laughed at it. But he'd persevered anyways, and right now that was paying off dividends.

It was also a neat exercise to keep himself busy. Ever since he'd talked with Weylin, he'd been waiting for the chance to see more of Obsession's true goals. An opportunity, of a sort, had already cropping up, but he wasn't quite ready to confront her. Almost though. Whether she was working alone or under orders was something he didn't know yet, but her behavior was so erratic that it almost wasn't...really possible to determine that without another meeting. Evelynn had always been hard to understand, but now it was worse. Her words and actions didn't jive...which, given her madness, might be rather understandable. But still, things should have internal logic to her, right? Even if they didn't hold up outside of her crazed mind.

But that took another confrontation, and he rather wanted to have all of the pieces before he did that. Not right now though. Right now he was putting the finishing touches on a Gigai he'd struggled with the principles with for months. Erasmus had, of course, been rather interested in it...and Takua still didn't know the reason why. It made him wary about actually telling the man the project was completed. Since his laboratory was equipped with a scorched earth approach to protecting his research he wasn't too worried- the bomb, furnished with his own fire, would reduce the room to nothing more than ash. His notes were all in his head- why jot down anything when you had perfect memory? So samples, prototypes and completed work were what they could get their hands on. Which, of course, happened to be dangerous.

He wasn't so conceited to think no one could reverse engineer his work after all. Maybe Sobek had a brilliant mind under all of his social awkwardness after all. The man was utterly Obsession's tool at the moment, and had no grasp of the greater picture. If he was asked to work on something, he'd do it even just for the challenge.

Keeping work out of his hands was rather imperative. Making sure Obsession didn't his hands on Takua's work before the Primera was ready for it to be released, just as necessary.

A touch of reiatsu from outside the confines of his lab intruded on his awareness as he folded one of the last flaps of skin across the open incision. It wasn't enough to break his concentration, but his mind absorbed who it was in a fraction of a second. Evelynn.

A second more passed, and more details filtered in on a subconscious level. Her reiatsu, different. Filled with panic and guilt. Sorrow. More...mature than it had been before. An oddity pricked at his conscious mind, and the Primera frowned as he turned slightly to focus on her signature.

She wasn't alone.

Unsteady. Dying. Consciousness and emotion fading away by the second.

Shinigami.

His tools were on the table a split second later, even before Evelynn pushed open his tower door. Her voice, filled with so much more desperation than he'd ever heard from her, echoed down through the rooms as it faded away...but his hearing was so much better than any normal person, of course he heard her. Felt her. It was that just as much as the Shinigami who was bleeding out that drove him to the first floor of his tower, flicking a command at the door to his lab with nothing but his reiatsu on his way out.

The supersonic beep signaled his lab was armed, its virtually inaudible chirp chasing the sound of his static.

The doors to the basement of his tower burst open and crashed against the walls, but by the time they cracked back into place he was already in front of Evelynn. His sight played across both forms huddled there, taking in everything. The Shinigami curled up on himself and shivering even unconscious. A wound in his chest leaking blood and Evelynn's mixed Hollow and Shinigami reiatsu...and more than that.

“Bloody hell,” the words burst from him even as he reached into his hakama and drew out the silvery sphere he used to save lives. “Hold on for a moment Evelynn.” His voice was devoid of rancor or the anger she'd heard last, controlled and only too serious. With every click the Living Gift expanded into its full form, and even as his hand fit onto the groove meant for it the healer was calculating all of the things he needed to do. Regeneration would restore the lost blood and seal the wound. But this was the first time he'd ever come across someone who was dying from hypothermia as well and had the opportunity to save them. Recognizing it was one thing, something clear to even a blind man, but...would regeneration stop the body from shutting down?

Reiryoku surged through his arm and entered the device at hand even as Takua's mind raced on. The unknown Shinigami was close to death. Minutes at most. If Evelynn had reached the Primera even a minute later, would the man have had a chance?

Regeneration was potent, but it wouldn't restore life to a soul that had left the shell.

The Living Gift was slow, in that sense. It required energy to be collected first, transformed into a usable shape, cleaned, and only then could it heal. For most wounds, that was fine. For critical treatment like this...Takua was lucky. That was all, lucky.

When would there be someone he didn't have time to save?

But that day wasn't today, as the white ball rolled onto his palm. He wasted no time, slamming the orb into the Shinigami's chest. It took a moment to evaporate, its reiryoku soaking into the dying man. For a moment, nothing happened as Takua's power mapped the man's soul, understanding what his body should be. Then muscle began to grow, blood surging into vessels made almost empty. Flesh shivered and grew faster and faster...

And Takua became aware of a possibility.

Hypothermia, the very act of being too cold, was a deviation from the ideal. As the body shut down, it deviated further from that. Although it was not exactly an injury, it was nonetheless something something that could be fixed. Regeneration was not the power to restore injury, but to return the soul back to the state it should have been.

Naoko's form became almost imperceptibly blurred for just a single moment as his body's temperature was rewritten. A single shiver, and it was as though he had never been cold at all.

Only then did Takua sigh, face unknowingly relaxing from its granite-like hardness. Even though the body in Evelynn's arms was still healing, its reiatsu was growing stronger again. “He'll be okay now,” his voice was more even now too, although it retained a touch of its professional mask. One man's life out of danger, Takua could now turn to other matters. He knelt down and held one long finger to the man's chest, right on his Saketsu, and felt.

His first impression hadn't been wrong.

“Alright. Come on. Let me get him to the couch,” the Primera said gently, kindly, lifting the downed Shinigami and carrying him easily to the furniture that had once been Amaya's pride and joy. Uncaring of the blood that still soaked Naoto getting all over the couches or his own clothes, Takua laid him down and placed his head on one of the pillows, adjusting him for a moment. A few more strides, and the Espada was by a small table on one side of the room, a kettle and a few cups laid out next to packets of tea. He extended one hand to the kettle...and it was suddenly whistling as he grabbed the handle and poured steaming water into plain cups. “And now for you. What kind of tea do you prefer?”

He couldn't heal the mind through regeneration, but Takua had picked up more than a few things on how to take care of that too. He had more than a few questions to ask...questions that would likely lead to unpleasant things. But Evelynn was showing a side of herself he hadn't seen before. His curiosity was piqued and...well...

She, too, was a soul. And deserving of the respect they deserved.

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 10, 2015 19:29:18 GMT -5

Post by Jomei on Aug 10, 2015 19:29:18 GMT -5

Recovery

Before his head had even hit Evelynns lap Naoko had passed out. His mind retreated back to his inner world, to Ame and Yuki laying there lifeless in his arms. She wasn't 'dead' by any means but she wasn't responding to anything. The pair sat close to the flames in the center of his world, shivering still despite the hollows soul storm having ended. Everything had returned back to normal save for the current inhabitants. Slowly he walked through the snow to sit and hold the children. Even here the wound persisted to hurt. Especially as each step took him closer to his children. Legs getting weak he collapsed to his knees behind them and pull them close. Ame didn't say a word. Instead just held his sister and father tightly. His eyes were swollen, face haggard and pale. The shock of Yuki was a lot for his shoulders and even if she still lives, he is managing their soul on his own.

Shivers wracked his body as he sat there. Grunts and groans passed as he felt pressure applied to his physical body. Each one had Ame clutch him tighter, refusing to let go. Then all of a sudden an impact struck Naoko in his chest, toppling him to the ground. It was quick, it was hard and it felt like his entire being was burning. Yet it was over before he could even open his mouth and cry out. Pure unfiltered energy seemed to reach into the very core of his body and replace everything. The sensation was difficult to explain, he had never felt something such as this before. Sitting up he found Ame looking at him, refreshed and fine. Yuki was the same though she still lay still in his lap. Without saying a word the shinigami attempted to pull his consciousness back but found nothing but exhaustion. Reeling to his spirits he held them once more and sat quietly with eyes closed as he waited for his body to wake.

His eyes furrowed as his body shifted, seemingly rejecting the notion of waking up. In a comfortable position once more the shinigami lay still and breathed deeply. Unaware of his surroundings or the company that sat mere feet from him. If the shock of knowing that one hollow-person existed than waking to meet not only another but the Primera and being in Hueco Mundo might just be enough to put him back to sleep.

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Meta: Hey Tak thanks for saving me! Just thought I'd keep Nao passed out whislt you guys talked for a short while before he ruins the mood xp.

Word Count: 409

GP Earned: 8

Total GP: 158

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 16, 2015 10:04:37 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Aug 16, 2015 10:04:37 GMT -5

Her sobs died out almost instantly when the crack of the back door drew her attention to the blind man. She wasn’t relieved—that was saved for when Naoko was actually alive—but hopeful. Despite the tension and… Well… Lack of anything romantic between them, she truly trusted and believed in Takua. And, on some subjects, she knew him better than most. Knew he wouldn’t ever turn his back on a dying man, no matter the situation. Knew that he would do everything in his power to save any life.

If it wasn’t for all of the emotions flowing through her right now, it would have been a shocking revelation to her. An answer as to why he was never meant to be her Angel. He was simply too empathetic to see the wrong going on. Too kind hearted to man up and fill the role she thought he was supposed to fill.

Maybe a few nights in the future, when she reflected on this day, that revelation would hit her. But for now, she could only breathe and watch as the spherical machine worked its magic and a nearly hopeless cause. Her eyes pinned on the man that, for a brief second, she thought she loved. A man she cared so deeply for just because of one magical night. And as the flesh started to knit together and the rise and fall of his chest steadied, she felt the undeniable shiver of regret for her actions.

She had ruined this man’s former life. Disrupted the balance in his inner world. Took away part of his very soul. Maimed his body. Forced him to become something he wasn’t meant to me. Turned everything he had ever done upside down and ensured that the rest of his life was no forever taken off the tracks.

And for that reason, she looked away from both him and Takua, hair shielding her face for those brief moments of realization. It was only when Takua sighed and spoke that she looked back to him. Even a smile ticked on her face as the muscles in her body relaxed just enough to make them stop screaming.

“Thank you…” Was all she could whisper as Takua rose to his feet and carried away that special man.

She didn’t even move from her spot on the floor. She just sort of collapsed into a more relaxed position with her legs pointed to the side and her opposite side against the wall. If it wasn’t for the damned mask fragment, she’d even let her face rest against the wall, but instead she was resigned to letting it tilt downward just slightly as she stared at the bloody stains on the wall.

“I’m not really thirsty,” she answered in a dry voice. “Thank you, though.” She didn’t bother to look at Takua. Instead, she just sat there like a guilty puppy staring at a piss stain on the floor. Degraded, confuses, and, above all else, saddened.

“Takua, I…” She began talking without knowing what to say. Just the need to jump in before he could bring on the barrage of questions she knew was coming. The accusatory yelling and fighting. He knew this was her fault—he had to know—but she didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to feel anything else except the sorrow she was wallowing in.

She sighed and, by a herculean effort, managed to look up at him. “I took away his life. He’s alive, but I… I don’t even know why… I got angry and I just snapped and… I don’t even know why, just that I was supposed to… To change him…”

She knew her words were hardly making sense, but she wasn’t really talking to Takua. She was just talking. Forcing herself to openly admit the facts. Forcing herself to face the mirror.

“He’s special to me and I just ruined his life,” her voice dropped to a soft murmur. “And I don’t even know why I hurt him…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 16, 2015 14:04:08 GMT -5

Post by Value on Aug 16, 2015 14:04:08 GMT -5

Odd, to see Evelynn finding a Shinigami so special. What was it about this man she was so attracted to? He didn't think she'd suddenly found an appreciation for life like himself, so it had to be something else. Maybe it was a part of the Vaizardification process that had revealed something to her. The method that Takua knew of, and could have used himself, might possibly reveal some of the secrets of the soul the Arrancar came in contact with. If she knew that, if she was using that, then...

Takua took a glance back over at the body lying on the couch and saw for a moment the hole that had been dug into his chest. The Shiningami definitely had an Inner Hollow now, that much was clear to the Primera. The why was not clear to him at all. But the feelings of guilt, of regret, were strong in the woman who was collapsed against the wall of his tower. This wasn't an act to get some kind of reprieve from a man who would fight viciously to save a life. She looked outright pitiable there, a monster who was suddenly forced to realize that the man she had nearly killed was a man, was a soul, was more than just food or a pawn to be moved around at her whim.

It was annoying, the way sorrow made some people look so beautiful. Part of his own twisted heart. To see someone suffering and know that that suffering made them infinitely more attractive. Not someone in anger, but to see them while they were low. Looking up at the light above or down at the dark below. At hope or at despair. There was something special about that which simply couldn't be replicated.

It was disgusting to feel that way.

Takua plopped earl gray into one cup and let it stew as he wrenched his mind away from that line of thought, “Let me know if you change your mind.” Walking back over to the Shinigami, he checked on the now fitfully sleeping man. Recovering. Was his mind close to waking? It certainly seemed that way. Of course, he might prefer to stay asleep, given that he was in the lair of his greatest enemy. Supposedly anyhow, Takua didn't exactly follow what was logical for that. So he was really waking up in the lair of his greatest ally on the plane. The Shinigami just...wouldn't know that, and in this case perception definitely mattered.

Making a patient have a heart attack was one medal Takua did not need.

Evelynn's words, though, made him pause and straighten. It wasn't so long ago that he'd met someone who said similar things. Not the message, but the style. Unsure, knowing only that they had to without understanding why. A fight inside of them.

The Primera walked gently closer to Evelynn, any evidence of hostility utterly gone. Just...calm and gentle. Kind. Even though his words would have, in any other place, been angry, this time they weren't. If his suspicion was correct, this woman wasn't the problem. “You gave him an Inner Hollow. As you've done to others over the past few months. Tried to make him into a Vaizard as you've made others. Why?” In another time, those words would have been delivered with a hiss of anger. Carefully controlled.

But here and now, he was just trying to understand. Why she was making Vaizards and why she'd chosen this one man to become the next one. Why she regretted it now.

“You did ruin his life, if he's discovered and if he can't fight his Inner Hollow. I understand that's difficult. But you've hurt others before. What makes him different?” That was the crux for her. What made this one Shinigami, who shouldn't have been different from the rest, so special?

Something about this felt like a door opening in front of Evelynn. Slowly changing her...or at least giving her the opportunity to change. If that was true, then would that change be for the better?

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 16, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5

Post by Eve Avana on Aug 16, 2015 14:52:05 GMT -5

It hurt to say everything out loud. Like she was stabbing herself even though the fear of losing Naoko was completely behind her. If anything, she should feel happy because now he’d pretty much have to live in Las Noches with her. They could live together. But… Not because he wanted to, but because she needed him to.

Was this Takua all over again? Some person who left a momentary mark on her heart and now she just didn’t know how to let go? There mere fact that she could even think that showed some level of progress in whatever nasty habits she had before, but wasn’t exactly a cure to the pull she had towards him.

“Erasmus told me to make Vaizards,” she said in an almost confused voice, as if she expected Takua to already know that. “Him and I are going to turn every Shinigami into Vaizards so they can ascend like he did. So everyone can be at peace.” Even in her saddened state, that hint of madness clung to her words as a bitter reminder that, even in this moment of humanity, she was still consumed in her special kind of insanity.

But that question was the easy one—the obvious one. The second question well… She had to think on it. She looked over to Naoko, just barely seeing him past Takua. He looked… Peaceful. Like he wasn’t in pain anymore. On some level that made her feel better, though she wouldn’t be calm until he actually woke up. Fear made her doubt Takua’s power, even if she knew everything would be alright.

Naoko was special because… Because… Words couldn’t really form in her brain as she stared at him, shifting through emotions and fading memories she had shared with him. At first, she just fancied him. He was someone who made her feel loved, even when the façade was pulled away. But then he became a rare breed that could see through her disguise. And he accepted who she was, even after she had tried to kill him. He alone had helped her grow into something more powerful.

She parted her lips, a soft squeak coming out in place of words she couldn’t find. All she could do was sigh and look back at Takua, somehow expecting him to find the words for her.

“Naoko is just…” she began slowly. “Special.”

She loved him. That word had always come very easy to her. She loved Takua, she loved caramel, she loved Erasmus, she loved, she loved, she loved. But now? Now she didn’t even know if that was the right word. Someone so overused and meaningless couldn’t convey how she felt.

“He means a lot to me…”

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To Denounce The Evil [Closed/Eve] Aug 16, 2015 15:40:53 GMT -5

Post by Value on Aug 16, 2015 15:40:53 GMT -5

They were the words Takua didn't want to hear.

But after Weylin, he couldn't say that he was surprised.

What was Erasmus' real end goal? Controlling the Quincy, having Evelynn create Vaizards...what else was he doing? The first he'd been able to take in and keep running with it. Watching for the next misstep, for an indication of what Erasmus' plan was. There hadn't been one until now, until the moment that Evelynn looked so confused and said that Erasmus had told her to make them. Expecting the Primera to know. Just as Weylin had expected him to know. But both of them probably didn't have the full story. Obsession might want to grow Las Noches by creating either Vaizards or new Hollows...Hollows that could be more powerful than the newborns of human souls because they came from Shinigami. Quincy were their natural enemy, and allying with them could reduce the need for them to fight...

So why, then, was he trying to build up Las Noches even further? Just to weaken Seireitei?

It was a good thing his gigai had never been finished.

Takua walked closer, kneeling down before Evelynn. His face was only too serious as he looked at her Saketsu and let his vision fall into it. Fall through to the inner part of the soul. This time he already knew where to look and what he was looking for when the slithering shadow fled from his sight. He'd seen her soul before, seen her reiatsu before. It was different now, darker now. Shattered and cracked in all the wrong places just as before, but those cracks bubbled with a darkness that didn't belong.

That she felt some kind of special draw to Naoko meant everything and nothing. She couldn't name why, only that the man was special. The same kind of special that had drawn her to Takua? Maybe. But maybe the man could accept her far more easily than Takua could. Their history went too far back and he knew what she was capable of. The kind of person who could so easily kill humans without batting an eye, without caring she was killing them, wasn't someone he could forgive so easily.

Not anymore. Once, he had. It had been a mistake, one that had cost him deeply.

He smiled. Not the same smile she had seen from him last, but a true one. Warm even though it was tinged with hints of sadness. Despite everything, despite all of the reasons he had to be mad at her, it was just as good to see that there might be a glimmer of hope for her. “Good, I'm glad he's special to you. You could use someone who really is special to you.” He didn't say more on that, didn't need to. If what he was picking up, if his instincts were correct, then Naoko might be the person Evelynn needed. Not someone like himself that she fixated on unheathily.

But then he found what he was looking for, and the smile slipped away. Erasmus hadn't done as much here, maybe she was just more malleable. But the traces of his power was inside of Evelynn's soul too.

Now he hesitated. Obsession was here, in Las Noches, and had already demonstrated he could hear almost anything he wanted to. It could be dangerous to say this aloud.

But only if he was planning on staying. And Takua was already going to need to have a chat with his King for this.

“Evelynn. What would you do if I told you that one of the reasons you hurt Naoko was because Erasmus has made you want to obey his orders? His power allows him to make people become obsessed with something...and to choose what that is.” His voice was calm and even. Not looking away, not running from the choice he'd just had to make or the one he was about to give to this woman he'd fought with before. Now he spoke a touch more urgently, “Before you said you wanted to save the world. From people like us. Now you want to make more Hollows, more Arrancar. Now you're hurting people and turning them into Vaizards. That won't bring anyone peace. The reason you think that way is because he used his power on you...and it feels like this.”

It was more gentle than with Weylin because the drive that ran through her was gentler. Well, more accurately, it didn't need to force so much. She was already plenty obsessed with her mission, with her goal. But the green and black corruption was still there, a festering ooze in her soul that was like an endless engine in the night. Powering across the tracks of the desert on wheels of emerald fire, it drove her to do this thing. That was the sensation he shared with her, using her Pequisa to let her feel just this one emotion, this one concept.

And as the shuddering echoes of the sensation ran through her, he spoke again, “I can't remove it, but I can alleviate some of its hold on you. Do you want me to?”

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