Post by Iko on Aug 14, 2015 18:52:55 GMT -5
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, the man who never frowns?”
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, who never looks up nor down?”
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, his skin as black as pitch”
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, he’ll leave you in a ditch”
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, your body bloodstained red”
“Do you fear the Hollow Man, he only wants you dead."
Destroying the stability of the sand dunes of Hueco Mundo was amusing as one by one they fell to the immense speed of his Sonido. The clouds of sand seeking to obscure his vision were flicked away by the currents of air that greeted him like friends as he embraced the air pressure against the body that was his and his alone - in part. At his core he was still a menos class Hollow, at his core he was still one dominant soul above many and he savoured that. Never before had movement felt so easy, never before had the world literally crumbled at his footsteps, this was the pinnacle example of what it was to be an Adjuchas Hollow, to be primally free.
He easily snatched up lesser Hollow that lived like parasites on the desert surface and began toying with them as he neared the white castle that he felt his aspect pulling him towards. His mere spiritual pressure alone drove them mad, twisting and squirming they’d try with no avail to escape his grasp and then he’d crush them in his hand absorbing their spiritual energy. It was a trick he’d quickly learnt in the few seconds following his evolution, like gonzui any Hollow could absorb “departed” spiritual energy assuming the target was in close proximity and of course, dead.
The exhilaration he felt from travelling distances with his new body was beyond compare. Ah, he could feel emotion for once, that was what this feeling was “joy” not just hunger and temptation, he felt this “joy” at being his own person. Despite being primarily a beast, now that he was dominant and sufficiently in control of what he was, he could feel emotion. “Hello joy” he whispered greeting it like a friend “Iko is my name”, yes this joy and he would get to know each other very well. The concept was mind-bogglingly grand to the Adjuchas before this joy would’ve accompanied hunger, he would been happy because he was eating, now he was happy because he could be himself.
At last he stopped himself, staring up at the white castle. What was it’s name? He knew he knew, he could feel it in the back of his mind now bubbling, it was all those lesser spirits that comprised his mind. What were they saying? “Las Noches” he looked up whispering the words. “Hello Las Noches, I am Iko” he murmured greeting the inanimate structure. Yes, he was Iko and that was quite a pleasant experience for him.
“Entering. . . How does Iko gets in?” the Hollow stood musing to itself. How indeed? From this angle it just seemed like a smooth white wall with no entrances whatsoever. It tilted it’s head “Punches it?” Iko charged the wall and delivered a firm strike with his plated fist on the surface of the wall resulting in a satisfying crack. However, there was no opening to enter, the Hollow’s prominent smile turned upside down. “Kicks it?” he spun his leg in a circle over his head and delivered a firm kick to the crack, once more there was a satisfying “thunk!” but no more than a few more cracks.
“Oohoo, Iko knows! Shoots it!” clicking his fingers a small purple orb appeared on the tip and grew larger and larger before with a pillar of energy in tow, striking the wall and opening a gigantic hole in it. He began to step inside and looking around spotted an Arrancar drawing his sword and walking towards him “I’m Iko” the Adjuchas said smiling a toothy grin. “You’re dead” the Arrancar replied swinging his sword at Iko who caught it with a confused look on his face. “No, you are?” and he snapped the Arrancar’s wrist and finished by crushing his neck.
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