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A Nephilim And A Hollow Walk Into A Bar... Jul 3, 2015 18:04:14 GMT -5

Post by Anastasiya on Jul 3, 2015 18:04:14 GMT -5

Ah the sweet, sweet smell of summer.

The bird song filled air, accompanied by the loud foot falls of school children running to the nearest ice-cream van in order to buy a cool treat to remedy the hot sun's head. Couples walked hand in hand down every forest and park lane, chatting pleasantly and simply enjoying the small comforts offered by the hottest part of the year. Despite the rocketing temperatures, people seemed to be fairing well. Parks were packed and the streets were teeming with varying in size groups of girls, each buying the latest bikini and giant hat which seemed to never go out of fashion. It practically looked like something out of a Disney movie! However, where there is happiness and light, darkness paired with despair will always lurk just behind the corner....

Remaining low to the ground, nestled in amongst the lush green of tall bushes and brown of trees, two glowing eyes eagerly watched a cute bunch of souls running about in the playground. Mothers and fathers watched from the sidelines, some even joining their snot-nosed offspring and chasing them around with self contained boredom, electing pity filled looks from the others who seemed content to merely observe, just like the one a mere few feet away from them all. With it's whole body pressed as low down as it would go, all four limbs holding it just an inch above the ground, the creature waiting in the forest stared at the group with hungry eyes, and an even hungrier soul. Gently tapping the multiple mandibles present upon the side of it's head against the face of it's mask, the unseen Hollow watch with calculated silence.

Anastasiya watched, and waited, for the perfect moment.

As far as planning went, this was about as far as she got. Simple stalking of prey, but even that bare knowledge was enough to get her through life. Even if it meant laying face down in the undergrowth like a common house cat... Shifting slightly in place, repositioning her claws and hooves to better serve her 'ready-to-pounce' pose, she watched with keen eyes as a parent went full ham and blasted the yellow and white ball the group were playing with over into the forest, shooting over her head and causing a cry of dismay to ring out across the children. Bleating out a string of apologises and rushing over to the tree line with a happy-go-lucky expression on his chubby face, the Hollow smiled beneath her mask and slunk back into the dark wood.

Bursting through the bushes and carving a path straight through the greenery towards the direction of the ball he so rudely kicked away, the single father felt the humidity of the forest hit him like a truck, reducing his less than athletic form to mere huffs and puffs at the hands of nature. Slowing to a trundle as he waded through thick grass and thigh-high leaves, the ball seemed all but lost, devoured by the forest that seemed so eager to devour him, or was that something else? Stumbling over a hidden root and practically falling through into a clearing, the air around him finally went silent as the birds ceased singing and his bulldozing halted, having run out of things to march through. Picking himself up with a deep sigh, he muttered something not at all PG-13 under his breath and dusted off his white shirt, covered in small fragments of twig and leaf. Quickly snapping his head from left to right as he scanned the area, he let out a loud cry of triumph as he spotted the ball, positioned directly in the centre of the clearing with rays of sun light beaming down from above. It almost seemed too perfect! Striding over and kneeling down to pick it up, he slowly rolled the ball around in his hands and noticed with a happy smile it appeared to be undamaged, that will surely keep the kids happy. But then his expression turned from one of happiness to fear in a flash, as a light, all enveloping cackle filled the clearing around him.

Snapping up to his full height and spinning on the spot, he tried in vain to find the source of the laughter, which was quickly beginning to grow into something much darker. Suddenly a loud crunch rang out, the snapping of branches and panicked squawk of less than smart birds crying out as they took to the wing, followed by a tree crashing through it's fellow wooden friends and impacting against the forest floor, a mere metre away from the man. Scrambling back and falling flat on his ass in response, sweat began to pour out of every pour on his body as fear and worry began to mount within him. The levels of which sky-rocketed once a deep booming rang out, shaking the very ground beneath him as more branches snapped under unseen force and the booming grew louder. With every sensory nerve in his body on overdrive, the thoroughly drenched man, in more ways than one, cried out at the top of his lungs for someone to help him, anyone to save him from the monster causing all of this to happen. The only response was a suddenly cease in the booming, followed by a loud bang and the ground in front of him to dent from the invisible impact, two deep holes forming in the dry dirt and kicking up a small dust cloud.

Shielding his eyes as best he could from the threat apparently looming over him, he simply stared wide eyed at the empty air in front of him. He knew something was there, he could hear it's ragged breathing and felt the strangely cold air washing over him, the stench of death hitting him in the nose like his old school bully after a particularly tough day. But there was nothing, but thin air and the tree line ahead of him. Then the laughter started again, his time the sound vibrated within his very core, booming above him like thunder yet sounding surprisingly sweet to his ears, had he gone insane from the heat? His theory was yet to be tested as two massive gashes appeared in the ground either side of him, the dirt formerly filling those trench-like things being flung into the air and landing in a heap some distance behind him, the laughter growing louder as he began begging and pleading for whatever was doing this to cease, but it did not. Soon the ground around him turned from lush forest floor, covered in grass and flowers, into a bomb site. The dirt was churned, not a shred of green left around him aside from the small patch he sat upon, to afraid to move from it's illusion of safety. The laughter was attacking him in waves at this point, beginning to physically harm him as his ears rang from the constant punishment and his head pounding at the combine forces acting upon it.

Then it all stopped. The laughter, the ground being turned into suitable land for a farm, even the cool air washing over him ceased, only the gentle breaths of something quietly sounding down to him from above.

"I apologise this took so long, but I like to enjoy my food. You've been very good food, I'll give you that, but now it's time to end it all. I had fun, Sir Sweats a Lot!"

That voice was terrifying. A deep, mangled version of a voice who still managed to have something of a womanly undertone to it, and the words it spoke. Was it calling him food? What could both speak English and refer to Humans as food!? Only the being looking down at the quietly weeping Human knew the answer to that particular question.

Slowly crouching down in the mess of mud she'd created while having a little fun with her prey, Anastasiya placed two colossal claws either side of the Human, compressing the loose soil in on itself like a sponge, and slowly leaned down towards him. Cracking open her jaws and spreading her mandibles wide, she slowly brought her dark maw closer and ever closer towards his face, preparing to take his soul with a single bite. His smell was intoxicating, that pungent sink of sweat and fear, it was just flowing up into her nose. She just couldn't get enough, it was like a drug to her, driving her to the point of insanity where she just wanted more! But just as she was about to clamp down, tear the soul from his body and add it to her own collection of tortured souls in place of her own, she noticed something. There was a different smell, a far, far nicer one. Leaning back and sniffing the air, she began to zero in on the scent. It was like flowers, lavender to be exact, but around here? The only flowers she'd smelled up until this point was roses and dandelions, so what was causing that smell? Then it hit her. That wasn't the scent of normal lavender, it was the scent of a reiatsu. Snapping her jaw closed, painfully close to the Human's face, she pulled back and stood up to her full height. Using her in-human senses to attempt to locate the source of the reiatsu, Anastasiya felt a primal urge inside of her, forcing her to go after that person and claim their soul instead. And how could she resist? It'd been soooo long since she'd fought someone with a reiatsu! This was something she needed.

Tuning her self into the spiritual world, it took her all of five seconds to fully locate the direction in which the scent was coming from before she bolted off into the forest at top gear, ramming trees out of the way and caring little for what the group of Humans come to investigate the strange noises and cries of help coming from the forest saw, instead focusing her entire being on finding that reiatsu.

It'd been so long since she got to fought a Hollow, let along a Shinigami or Human, anyway near her level. This was something she was going to draw out, and draw out as long as she could...

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A Nephilim And A Hollow Walk Into A Bar... Jul 4, 2015 18:35:39 GMT -5

Post by Shizuminoru Yorokobi on Jul 4, 2015 18:35:39 GMT -5

It was still early in the afternoon when Jarad chose not to set up a training session with Noburi but decided instead to get out of the house for some time. Walking through the park, Jarad wore a white, short sleeved T-shirt, black shorts and a pair of colorful sneakers. Whenever he had a day off, he was not one for staying inside of his house all the time and welcomed the time he could spend outdoors. Looking around, there were apparently a lot of people that had either taken a day off from their job or simply had no job to go to in the first place. While he was not exactly the kind of person that enjoyed being around large groups of people because he knew how much of a mindless herd of sheep they could become once things went south, it was good to know that so many people actually set out into places like these. Too often did people stick around their house just to slowly rot away in place as opposed to going out and seeing the world. To Jarad, the fact that people still went out into nature proved that they were not entirely a waste of space. One of the main reasons as to why he had created Gideon Enterprises was to make the world a better and greener place, as well as work towards a better tomorrow. Making people aware of how much they had destroyed the planet and continued doing so on a daily basis, he also let them know exactly how they could work towards undoing the damage they had done. One of the things he had told people was to get out into forests, parks and woodlands more often in order to get back to their roots and maybe clean up some of the filth people left laying around. Whenever he saw someone pick up trash and toss it into the appropriate trash can, he wanted to walk over to them and give them a high-five, though that would get weird fast.

Accompanied by Noburi Akarai, the man he had hired as a bodyguard and a personal trainer that helped him increase his skill with pistols and hand to hand combat, and Miss Kameyo, his personal assistant and secretary at Gideon Enterprises, he never truly went anywhere on his own. Believing that it was not safe for him to be out in the open when he so openly bashed religion for setting the world back in terms of science and medicine by hundreds of years and pinning the majority of wars on them, they both wanted Jarad to stay indoors as much as possible. The both of them saw a religious wack-job around every corner, carrying a firearm or a bomb that they would use to try and kill him. Not intimidated by such lunatics at all, he defied those that sent him hatemail or sent messages to his company about wanting to kill him during press conferences, another thing both Noburi and Miss Akarai did not appreciate very much. The reason why Jarad cared so little about threats made against him was primarily because he found out a few years ago that he was not even human, but something else entirely. Figuring out that he was actually the last survivor of a now dead race had done quite a number on him, especially since he had put so much effort into making the world into a better place for all of humanity and every other creature living on the planet. Having done so much, only to find out that he was not human at all had been by far the darkest moment in his life. Throughout the afternoon, it got hotter and hotter outside, leading Jarad to start complaining to his companions about how he wanted to go get ice cream but did not feel like moving around in the hot sun anymore.

By the time he had convinced the two to leave him behind on a bench to get ice cream from a small store not far from the park, he finally had some time for himself. When the two walked away to get him some ice cream together, a small grin appeared on his face. As much as they tried to conceal it in front of him, he was not blind enough to not pick up the signals. He was willing to bet a large portion of his fortune on the fact that those two either had something going on, or were about to get romantically involved with one another. Wondering just how much would change between them if something was to actually happen, he picked up on something he often felt when one of the masked monsters was about to step out of the black void and enter the material world, which had become somewhat of a hunting ground to them. Not knowing any better than to believe that they were in fact demons from a parallel universe, he never pulled any punches when they got within visual range, blowing them to pieces and sending them back to wherever it was that they came from before they could hurt anyone. Looking around to make sure that Noburi and Miss Kameyo were actually no longer around, he got out of his seat and slowly wandered into the treeline. Maintaining his composure for the people that were still able to see him while the source of the uneasy feeling closed in on him, he had to make sure no one would be able to see him, not even a little bit.

Clearly feeling the strong spiritual signature getting closer and closer to him, he had to use this window he got in which no one was paying any attention to him. Silently stepping out into the dense foliage, he released his power from inside of his human exterior. In the blink of an eye, his human aspects made place for a humanoid kind of monster. A thick chitinous face mask covered his face, bright orange eyes peeking through the holes in the sturdy material that grew straight from his skeletal structure. With black strands of hair sticking out the back of its head almost like the manes of a lion, a well toned body with ash grey skin could be seen. While most of his skin had been covered in a darker kind of body armor, the thing about his clothing that stood out the most was the indigo colored cloak that was tattered and torn, making it look like he had been beaten up quite a lot over the years. Finally, there were the chitinous gauntlets that were made up from the same material as his face mask, complete with sharp claws and having the ability to pack quite the punch. Standing quite a bit taller in his true form than in his human form, his glowing orange eyes glared into the direction from which the dark presence was coming. Having dispatched plenty of creatures with a similar aura about them, he knew enough to be sure that the origin was one of the ivory masked monsters.

Extending both of his arms to the side, green energy formed and compressed into a pair of unique pistols, one being quite a bit larger than the other. Fury was a large pistol with a single barrel, firing larger yet slower rounds than those fired by his other pistol. Strife, while shorter, was the heavier of the two, having four barrels through which it could fire quick bursts of fire. Because his weapons relied on his spiritual energy which was channeled into them through his hands, he never had to stop and reload, meaning he could just use every bit of his physical speed in order to move around quickly and keep shooting if he wanted to. Now that he was ready to fight the creature once it got within range, he decided to wait until he could actually see it. As far as he knew, the masked creatures did not possess a personality or a mind of their own, being no better than a ferocious predator. Had it not been for the blatant sadism of one of the monsters he had encountered up to this point in time, he might have actually believed that the creatures were incapable of actual thought. Still, as was the case with him, he was not one for racial stereotypes, so he would keep himself from trying to blast holes into his target, at least until he was actually attacked head on and had no choice but to return fire. Clenching his pistols tightly in his fists, he hoped that he would be able to stay in control. After all, there were a lot of people in the park today, so he could not let the others take control of his body.

If they did, there would not be anything limiting him and the things he could do, which would in turn lead to a lot of casualties. Whenever he lost control to the others, a lot of people ended up paying the price for it with their lives, with their suffering or both. The fact that he had to share his body with the disembodied souls of an entire race was an immense burden to bear, made worse when they all combined what little power they had to exert a lot of force on Jarad's mind and force him to black out. When he did, they could take control and do whatever they wanted with his body. Knowing that they all existed only because Jarad was alive, they took to taking over his body when he was fighting a threat that they deemed too powerful for him to handle on his own. Believing that Jarad's human emotions and empathy made him weak and that a true warrior had to care only about himself and the achieving of victory in battle, they could care less if they accidentily blew an innocent bystander into a hundred pieces. No matter what happened, he had to do everything he could to make sure the other Nephilim remained inside of their cage. If the creature was following him based on his scent, it would have been in for quite a surprise once he transformed into his true form. Whenever he did, the flowery scent of his spiritual energy changed into a far more putrid one, reminiscent of a rotting carcass laying under the hot sun. Soon, he would see the creature that was stalking him with his own two eyes.

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A Nephilim And A Hollow Walk Into A Bar... Jul 24, 2015 15:37:55 GMT -5

Post by Anastasiya on Jul 24, 2015 15:37:55 GMT -5

The thundering of claws against the grass covered dirt went hand in hand with the sickening crack and creak of branches forcibly shoved out of the way, splinters filling the air like shrapnel as a bony shoulder guard ripped through the bark, shredding whatever they happened to come across as the destructive force behind it all continued to charge forward without a second thought. Tearing up the very ground it tread upon and leaving deep gashes of brown in the sea of light green, the creature darted from side to side with the grace of a cat, bounding on four of it's elongated limbs and dodging in and out between great pillars of wood with blurred speed. Rugged breaths tore through her throat, escaping her maw as a cool mist in the hot, humid air, completely forgotten as her only focus laid on the being ahead of her. From what her barely coherent brain could tell her at the current moment, this creature was moving towards her as well, more than likely having sensed her entry into this world. This thought only served to excite her more. Not only was this thing strong, but also knowledgeable. It knew what she was and the danger she posed, so he moved to stop her, only going to increase her predictions for it's power. But most of all that scent excited her. It wasn't Human, sure it was tainted by that sweet smell of mortal soul, but it wasn't the same. The want and need to know more drove her to near animal levels of intellect within seconds, and she hadn't even laid eyes upon this creature. Oh how she was going to enjoy this...

But then something hit her, something that snapped her state of mind back into the realm of normality and sent a chill down her spine.

It wasn't a bullet, nor a blade, but a change in the scent.

Digging her claws into the ground and leaning back on her hooves, the Hollow skidded like a meteor, leaving a similar trail behind her, and came to a loud halt. Churned earth and uprooted grass mixed together in a soup of destroyed land laid behind her, a startling upset in the sea of green around her. Slowly raising up onto her inhuman legs, Anastasiya reared her head and scented the air with deep, loud breaths, her eyes going wide at her immediate findings. Then, as realization dawned on her, those wide eyes turned into narrow slits, her unseen mouth curling into a sinister smile. This thick, pungent stink of death and decay meant one of two things. Both were just as attractive as the other...

Setting off with a flare of dirt being tossed into the air, the Hollow charged through the forest once again. Reckless abandon flowing through her like a careless beast as she focused on that scent ahead of her. Bringing her arms up in a sort of boxing guard, she bouldered through those too stupid to move out of her way, toppling decades old pieces of bark like bowling pins and carving a path of haphazard destruction straight through to her target. This new revelation brought a whole new level of intrigue to her mind. Had it brought out it's true nature, and if so, what did this mean? Ideas and questions began to fly through her mind like fire works, each colourful explosion bringing another question to her. Beginning to cackle lightly at the prospect of fighting someone so damned interesting, her gentle laugh began to turn into full maniacal laughter, echoing throughout the forest just like her thundering footsteps and occasional shattering of trees. She wasn't exactly the queen of stealth...

Nearing the creature's location with each passing second, she came out of her haze of hunger and excitement to the sight of a wall of green blocking her way ahead of her. She could just sense his presence, his gender coming as a second thought to her at this range, beyond this wall, and this scent was so pungent this close, it drove her insane!

Dropping to all fours in a sudden motion, Anastasiya dug her four claws into the dirt and with a massive push from all limbs, she launched herself towards the soft barrier blocking visibility for the two. With arms out stretch to the sides, jaw open as wide as it would go, the massive creature locked her eyes on the point where she was expecting her quarry to be, no doubt his blade already raised and brandished against her. But it mattered not, and as the bark and leaves parted in an explosion of organic life and unheard terror...

She finally laid eyes on him.

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Summery:

Charges through the forest before diving at him through some trees, also the writer lost his will to write about six times during the making of this thing and it isn't even close to the length of his last post...