Post by Eurynomos on Feb 21, 2017 16:12:18 GMT -5
A lower level Arrancar stumbles backwards, clutching a bloody nose and swearing. This is a most satisfying result for the Adjuchas creature currently trying, in vain, to escape his restraints and subsequently, and, more recently, evidently, headbutting anyone who gets too close to his face. For a brief period, beneath his mask, there is an almost happy grin on Eurynomos's face before some of the other guards, seeing what the Hollow had achieved, provide their own reprisals. Any patients they may have had for him was long gone. Even then, there's still a bit of a chuckle tickling and trying to work its way up Eurynomos's throat. It's not until the latest guard that he'd personally managed to strike recovers enough to grab a prod of their own that things properly turn sour. This time, the only way the Hollow can retaliate is verbally, and amidst the growling and roaring there are the usual myriad of threats, dark promises for revenge and cursing that would make even some of the most vulgar people of this world blush.
Not surprisingly, given his exotic shape, putting together suitable means of restraint for Eurynomos has been a tiring and lengthy experience. Though he'd been brought in unconscious, he'd not stayed out as long as they would have liked and, besides, untangling all of his limp wormy appendages had been a task and a half by itself. Moving amidst these glistening tendrils was an unpleasant experience, something that would require a strong hose and shower for yourself afterwards and an incinerator for any clothes you might have been wearing. The smell was an assault on the senses, though if they thought the whole ordeal was a nightmare, it only got worse when the Adjuchas began to come to. Needless to say, it was a surprise, and not the good kind. Normally, looking at Eurynomos, you'd see quite a sizeable creature, taller than a man, like a bear in its size, and fully unfurled he takes up even more room. One of the larger courtyards was being utilised for his preparation and with whole teams being brought in to assist, there is a curse or two reserved and shared between the staff for the Fracción who'd brought this Adjuchas in for processing.
Eventually, they had the majority of the leviathan's wiggling appendages stuffed and locked up inside three wide urns, each one large and as tall as a man. By the times Eurynomos and his entourage of guards were brought inside for Eurynomos's royal audience, the attendants holding down and carrying the pots containing the majority of the Adjuchas's tentacles were looking ragged and exhausted. Despite the incredible weight of the urns themselves, it had been made quite apparent that this Adjuchas had the power in him to lift and swing about these containers if they weren't held down. A small patch of cracks on the side of one showed where he'd attempted to smash himself free, though unfortunately, in his anger, he'd decided to also take this opportunity to bludgeon one of his captors. The body of his target had provided a softer landing and, had he chosen to focus on getting himself loose and aimed the pot at stone or paving, he might have succeeded in escaping.
Although the seer mass of this creature had been made all the more apparent to those now bringing him in, the form that had been revealed, with all of his extra limbs peeled back and pinned down, was something no larger than the Arrancars themselves. Eurynomos, without his tentacles which he usually wrapped around himself, like clothing, but also like an enormous muscle suit, was pinkish and smooth, skinny and elongated. His shape was mostly human, so much so that they'd forced him into a loincloth, much to the Adjuchas's own displeasure. Though he usually covered himself up, having quite an apparent piece of immodesty to conceal, he objected to being forced into conventional clothing, which he had never before worn as a Hollow. In some ways he was like a child refusing to put on socks, but at the same times, perhaps he could be compared to someone defiantly preferring to be naked than being forced into some ridiculous costume.
While some of the guards armed with Sasumata, a distance behind the rest, the whole crowd taking time to get in through the grand doors, were still struggling and having to make do in small groups with the odd tendril or two of Eurynomos's that they still hadn't succeeded in pinning down in an urn, the Adjuchas was more or less bound, unable to properly fight back. His legs were bound together by chains and his wrists were similarly clad, not to each other, but to a heavy collar around Eurynomos's neck. In this tied state he was brought in and thrown down to the ground. He was just able to catch himself before his face smashed completely into the polished stone floor. Slowly he begins to pick himself up and then, with a sudden violence and a growl, he rises up to throw himself forward, only to be impeded and pulled back by his own many tendrils bound and held down tightly behind him. Pitiful, he's like a dog suddenly caught on a chain. His long shoulder length platinum hair was a mess, fallen all around him and in front of his mask. Seemingly forcing a calm upon himself, he flicks his head back, clearing most of the hair out of his way, awkwardly, with limited mobility, he brings his hands and fingers up to gently pull aside the rest. Still heaving slightly, still enraged, he nonetheless looks carefully at the one in front of him.
"I see... So you must be the Queen I've heard so little about."
A final, slight sneer, the only act of defiance he can achieve in the circumstances...
Word Count: 980
Total GP: 19
Not surprisingly, given his exotic shape, putting together suitable means of restraint for Eurynomos has been a tiring and lengthy experience. Though he'd been brought in unconscious, he'd not stayed out as long as they would have liked and, besides, untangling all of his limp wormy appendages had been a task and a half by itself. Moving amidst these glistening tendrils was an unpleasant experience, something that would require a strong hose and shower for yourself afterwards and an incinerator for any clothes you might have been wearing. The smell was an assault on the senses, though if they thought the whole ordeal was a nightmare, it only got worse when the Adjuchas began to come to. Needless to say, it was a surprise, and not the good kind. Normally, looking at Eurynomos, you'd see quite a sizeable creature, taller than a man, like a bear in its size, and fully unfurled he takes up even more room. One of the larger courtyards was being utilised for his preparation and with whole teams being brought in to assist, there is a curse or two reserved and shared between the staff for the Fracción who'd brought this Adjuchas in for processing.
Eventually, they had the majority of the leviathan's wiggling appendages stuffed and locked up inside three wide urns, each one large and as tall as a man. By the times Eurynomos and his entourage of guards were brought inside for Eurynomos's royal audience, the attendants holding down and carrying the pots containing the majority of the Adjuchas's tentacles were looking ragged and exhausted. Despite the incredible weight of the urns themselves, it had been made quite apparent that this Adjuchas had the power in him to lift and swing about these containers if they weren't held down. A small patch of cracks on the side of one showed where he'd attempted to smash himself free, though unfortunately, in his anger, he'd decided to also take this opportunity to bludgeon one of his captors. The body of his target had provided a softer landing and, had he chosen to focus on getting himself loose and aimed the pot at stone or paving, he might have succeeded in escaping.
Although the seer mass of this creature had been made all the more apparent to those now bringing him in, the form that had been revealed, with all of his extra limbs peeled back and pinned down, was something no larger than the Arrancars themselves. Eurynomos, without his tentacles which he usually wrapped around himself, like clothing, but also like an enormous muscle suit, was pinkish and smooth, skinny and elongated. His shape was mostly human, so much so that they'd forced him into a loincloth, much to the Adjuchas's own displeasure. Though he usually covered himself up, having quite an apparent piece of immodesty to conceal, he objected to being forced into conventional clothing, which he had never before worn as a Hollow. In some ways he was like a child refusing to put on socks, but at the same times, perhaps he could be compared to someone defiantly preferring to be naked than being forced into some ridiculous costume.
While some of the guards armed with Sasumata, a distance behind the rest, the whole crowd taking time to get in through the grand doors, were still struggling and having to make do in small groups with the odd tendril or two of Eurynomos's that they still hadn't succeeded in pinning down in an urn, the Adjuchas was more or less bound, unable to properly fight back. His legs were bound together by chains and his wrists were similarly clad, not to each other, but to a heavy collar around Eurynomos's neck. In this tied state he was brought in and thrown down to the ground. He was just able to catch himself before his face smashed completely into the polished stone floor. Slowly he begins to pick himself up and then, with a sudden violence and a growl, he rises up to throw himself forward, only to be impeded and pulled back by his own many tendrils bound and held down tightly behind him. Pitiful, he's like a dog suddenly caught on a chain. His long shoulder length platinum hair was a mess, fallen all around him and in front of his mask. Seemingly forcing a calm upon himself, he flicks his head back, clearing most of the hair out of his way, awkwardly, with limited mobility, he brings his hands and fingers up to gently pull aside the rest. Still heaving slightly, still enraged, he nonetheless looks carefully at the one in front of him.
"I see... So you must be the Queen I've heard so little about."
A final, slight sneer, the only act of defiance he can achieve in the circumstances...
Word Count: 980
Total GP: 19
