B Class Mission: Searching for his Madre (Rank UP)

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Enri tried to keep his hopes up but as he made his way from Seireitei the area grew more and more rural as if he was walking into an ancient village spliced with a few modern idiosyncricies. He approached an elderly woman who marveled at his skin tone and dress and quickly knew him to be fully alive and not a new arrival. Word slowly began to spread about the gaijin boy searching for his mother, whom was sent by a Shinigami several years ago. Enri held up a photo as a small group of kids took notice but so far no one seemed to recognize her.

WC: 107
Editted for Mission Reclassification

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Unfortunately for Enri no one recognized his mother and the concept of time was a little different in Seireitei in comparison to Earth realm. He continued his search eagerly standing before anyone that wasn't too busy carrying out some mundane task asking about the woman in his picture. Many were sympathetic but had no knowledge of her. Some were curious and did not speak at all. The majority were completely indifferent and didn't even bother to acknowledge him. The day ran long with no answers forth coming. Finally settling for an Inn although he didn't know the currency of Seireitei Enri recieved a small wooden room with a tatami mat and a smooth padded block pillow. It would do for now Enri thought as he lay down and tried to sleep as thoughts of where his mother might be echoed within his mind.

WC: 143

Flashback/ Narrated Dream Sequence:

Bound by destiny- An evolved altered soul that was the byproduct from shinigami souls used in a twisted experiment gone wrong that produced humans with strange and terrible powers. Some were considered vampires although true vampires were actually humans ascended to a near cannibalistic state by viral genetic protothesis (that is another story); the results were far different and far less sinister. These new souls were near clones of their shinigami creators with abilities that out shined their predecessors in many ways. They were also victims of their own powers which would turn on them and destroy them if they weren't strong enough to wield them. These new souls unlike their shinigami creators were fully human, alot like Quincy in a manner except instead of destroying souls, they devoured them. Outcast from Soul Society and outcast on earth when they were discovered as different Bound either became recluses to survive or hid and suppressed their abilities altogether. Such was the case for Enrique's father William whom suppressed all his powers to live a normal life with Rosario Diablo. She was a lady with a fair and also suppressed lineage, being born to a family of Quincy whom were relieved when their daughter showed no potential to become as they were. Then there came William and Rosa fell in love. Their courtship was fairly long and due to their unique lineages, they actually conceived a child to whom the mutation of certain physical and spiritual characteristics created a mutant spiritually enhanced child; a child directly born of the original altered soul lineage. William seeing this child in Rosa's womb as a blessing became set on living life as a simple man. This was not to be as his true legacy tracked him down in the form of a select group of bound banding together to lord over the criminal underworld. William was unable to avoid them and as such went to confront them and disappeared overnight without a trace.

The Child of Prophecy - There was once a prophecy in ancient Zoroastrian Philosophy. When the full moon glows red, it signifies that a Moon Child will descend and give "holy" bliss to the world. On October 31 at the zenith of the blood moon as it was seen world wide a child was born at the exact celestial peak of its arc. One child and no other, born with a soul tainted by the twisted power of death and the accumulation of other souls. This was the night ‘El Diablo’ was born at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Texas. No other child was born at the exact time the moon was viewed as crimson all over the world except Enrique Diablo. Enrique Diablo is the son of William Brigadoon and Rosa Diablo, his father disappeared mysteriously after Rosa’s pregnancy began. Enrique was the child of a bound although neither his mother nor his grandparents knew it. One not fully capable of soul devouring it seemed although his Grandparents immediately recognized spiritual potential in him due to their Quincy natures it was a strange potential, one they could not account for. When Enri was five years old and living with his Grandparents and his mother, the city of Dallas became infested with drugs and gangs led by a mysterious figure known only as Texas T. This man was rumored to be over 108 years old. Diablo, his mother, and his grandparents led quiet lives as best they could. His mother told him about how brave his father had been. She told him how they had originally lived in a small country villa in West Texas, they grew their own vegetables, raised their own chicken, and cattle, they lived a simpler life than in the city until a man came demanding William come work for him. William refused and turned his back, the man threatened that he would destroy everything they had along with his wife and unborn child. This man’s name was Tee or at least that is what William told Rosa before he vanished. After a few months of harassment his father chose to go out and confront the mysterious Tee, embracing Rosa for the last time and telling her to take care of their child. Diablo's mother told him that his father was a great fighter and she cried for him when he left because she simply knew he would never return, leaving her all alone. The next day, Rosa found a shining memento that had once belonged to his father --this ring turned out to be a very special ring. One that seemed to be the beginning of all of Enrique’s problems, the day his Abuela (Grandmother) Ariela gave him the ring that had belonged to his father. It was as if a curse had been placed upon him.

Five years old - When Enrique turned five years old he was given his father's ring, a black crystal ring that resembled a panther with two emerald eyes. His grandmother Ariela seeing so much potential in him decided she would teach him what her daughter could no longer seem to use, silver magic- the basic magic of a Quincy using silver items imbued with spiritual energy know as rei-ryoku or as the Diablo family knew it magia del platas. Ariela smiled as her grandchild strode into the basement. To her he seemed confident, cheerful a radiated a great potential for the silver arts. Inside Enri was a frightened and intrigued all at once and a bit confused as to why his grandmother insisted he carry a large silver dollar that he couldn’t spend on candy. He was still quite happy she was teaching him magic tricks though. Already he could make the coin twirl really fast without touching it and his Abuela told him he would soon be able to make it float. He came and sat down before her Indian style with his legs crossed as he fished the silver coin from his neck and laid it on the old wooden table with all the symbols he couldn’t understand on it. Ariela was dressed in a soft yellow rose embroidered sand tone skirt, she wore traditional Mexican clothing as a full figured woman with amazingly very little fat on her body even as an older woman in her early fifties; all her work in her garden, laundry, yard, housework, cooking and street shopping kept her in good shape. Between Enri’s mother and his grandmother he was a cross between an altar boy and a young GQ poster child. His grandmother would make him traditional pants and soft cotton shirts so he could work in the garden and on the yard with her. His mother would get him suits made that rivaled Versacci and Hugo Boss suits she saw in the magazines. His hair was long and well groomed his mother and grandmother took great pride in making him look his best. Today his grandmother had him in a strange red outfit with a series of white crosses on his upper shoulders, mid back, forearms and outer thighs. He was a bit perplexed and apprehensive about the clothing it had an almost static charge feel, yet it was all made of the smoothest silk his grandmother had in the house. He knew this because he was with her when she bought it at a very unique market on the roof of a very old building that smelled of sugar, roses, honey, and light ozone. There were strange exotic things in the world and that store was one of them.

WC:1237 - not counted towards mission total -
(Flashback * necessary for future explanations not directly part of the mission writeup *)

OOC: (Still open to Any shinigami that want to RP or participate in this mission along with anyone whom just happens to be in Seireitei)

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The clouds parted in the virtual heavens even as a slight dampening cloud burst watered the fields and the rural areas where rice was being grown. It was odd yet very calming to Enri’s understanding that even a place that was supposed to be the equivalent of a true heaven was indeed affected by normal things like weather. As Enri made his way to the innkeep’s desk he was handed a hoe, a gardening claw, and a kimono of obvious well make and design. The Innkeeper smiled as she pointed to the fields and suggested in traditional Japanese that he help with today’s chores as payment for staying in the Inn. Enri smiled and took her hand graciously and kissed it before heading off to the rice fields. On the short walk over he rolled up his student uniform pants and took off his sneakers. He then removed his top and used it to carefully wrap the kimono and clothing he had purchased and or been given since he arrived in Seireitei, before placing it in his gym bag and securing it to his upper back by the straps. He joined the villagers in their upkeep of the rice paddies, pulling soil in where directed and planting fresh plants when directed, he treated it as training using his lion’s fist technique to move and shape the mud according to the seedlings needs. The day passed by uneventfully until the second shift of workers arrived from the surrounding fringes and three girls sung a song that was an exact copy of the lullaby his mother used to sing him as a child. Enri had been working since early morning with very little need for rest in such a spirit energy rich environment. He finally stopped as they sung his lullaby in 3 part harmony. He waited for them to finish before approaching them. Remembering his classes on Japanese courtesy, Enri fell to his knees before them placing the top of his bald head in the murky water as he literally begged. “oNeGai shImAsU!!! please tell me who taught you that song, my mother used to sing it… Please just give me a general direction to look…”

The three girls were startled at first but soon caught on to what he was asking and pointed towards the mountain village to the east telling him in very simple terms to follow the trail through the forest but be careful because shinigami don’t patrol there and people disappear there at night. Enri nodded and quickly left the rice fields. He quickly splashed himself clean with two large buckets of cold water then gratefully changed into his kimono and samurai leggings (feather boots). He was off in a blur of movement heading towards the forests that lay directly in his path towards the mountain village that the girls would return to in the morning as they would never enter the forest at night. Enri was in a hurry and as he got deeper into the forest he unleashed his spirit pet from his ring where he had carefully stowed himself away so that he didn’t startle any of the villagers. Something strong lurked the forests at night and with Enri’s spiritual presence he might find out what it was.

WC: 544

Mod check to determine if he gets through the forest without a confrontation (adjucar or rogue shinigami whichever you feel)

Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:59 pm

[I think I'll join in here, it's too bad that your time in Soul Society has been so uneventful thus far.]

While technically in the area on official business, Datenshi felt like he was on vacation. The Sixth Division had him monitoring the 'unknown' he had snuck into Soul Society at the last minute; honestly, he was far less concerned about the bald human than he had been with the punk or the Quincy. Nevertheless, it gave him a reason to relax in Rukongai for a little while; Enri was getting along quite well with the locals. There was some reasoning behind having a shinigami on hand, as the increased spiritual energy from having a live human in the area made it more tempting for Hollow to attack, but that same power also made it likely they could handle such threats on their own.

It was partway through the day when things changed. Something set the man off; listening in, Datenshi soon enough connected the thoughts. Right, he's looking for his deceased mother... Bit of a far-fetched lead, but the poor guy's desperate. Just hope she hasn't Hollowfied since she died... he thought, quietly following along. Stealth bakudou kept the Second Division shinigami from the notice of the normal villagers, the shadows themselves diverting attention away as he walked down the path in broad daylight. While Enri rushed ahead, Datenshi matched his pace without difficulty; it was this that let him listen in on the hushed conversations of the villagers in their wake. Most of them were bemoaning the fate of their kind visitor, to so foolishly throw his life away.

We shall see how many of these urban myths hold true. There may very well be some dimensional weakness in this forest that allows Hollow to enter; your mission may yet be vindicated.

The forest got thicker, and Datenshi silently shook his head at the burst of spiritual energy he felt as Enri conjured some companion of his. The dark-furred tiger gave off a menacing air, but giving off energy would draw in whatever beast the villagers feared. Leaping up to a tree branch directly above and behind the man, Datenshi relaxed the kidou that blotted his presence from the man's senses. "You seem to be in quite a hurry, to ignore your new friends' warnings and charge into danger like this." he announced, leaning against the tree. Only the faintest hint of spirit energy came from the shinigami, he didn't plan on calling out anything greater. "You also ignored my warning, to not get your hopes up. Is what you seek so important to you..?" he added, sitting down on the branch to be a bit more approachable.

[This is Enri's mission; if monsters are incoming, I'd rather not outshine him. Mods, give Enri a challenging battle, and I'll assist but not fight it for him.]
[Word count: 429]

Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 11:17 pm

[Quality of writing and supplementary grading ensure Enri's safe passage through the forest.]

[Enter Kichirou]

The Gotei 13 was held down by a strict moral conduct; treat those how you wished to be treated by them. Division One stood grounds with upholding the justice of Soul Society, a one-hued white tile where Kichirou had somehow found a single unpainted patch amongst that homogenous surface. It was dawning on him that even the prestigious Gotei 13 had its defective elements much like the material world but in his solitude he had almost misplaced reasoning. The simple logic was; the spirits of Soul Society are those transcended of substantial beings, the eidolons that previously inhabited an identical form. In a sense, they were human and they were open to the same failings as humans. So no point in delluding yourself with false notions of a utopian world, though Soul Society did inject a sort of majesty into its first impressions.

Particulary the type of task he was assigned to currently. Sailing past the outskirts of Rukongai's northern district at a speed to blur the scenary. Civilization was a mess of browns, greens and whites yet oddly that smell of English, by tradition, cooking lingered no matter how much distance he put between himself and the source. To the west lay nothing but a vast openness of fields and pastures used by the farmers and pastors in seasonal periods. The higher districts grew crops aplenty all year round. Good soil. It turned over a large profit and was a main attraction for those looking for work. Alot of residents migrated from the lower districts, where piracy and raids were way too common for any farming what-so-ever. It was no wonder the higher districts were becoming increasingly crowded.

Kichirou's destination was the forest in this district, a dense area hugging the southern parts of town and providing canopy for forest-dwelling creatures. Though he wasn't here for the local deer. His target was of a defined spiritual presense not felt for awhile in Soul Society. An intrusion, of sorts. And he was closing in on the source.

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Quote:

"You seem to be in quite a hurry, to ignore your new friends' warnings and charge into danger like this."

he announced, leaning against the tree. Only the faintest hint of spirit energy came from the shinigami, he didn't plan on calling out anything greater.

Quote:

"You also ignored my warning, to not get your hopes up. Is what you seek so important to you..?"

he added, sitting down on the branch to be a bit more approachable.

Enri stopped his blazen charge through the forest and looked down in shame, then looked at his spirit pet with a bit of urgency. " This is Hyakujuuonouu... he is kind of a part of me and very friendly (the bestial behemoth of a lion hybrid bowed to the shinigami), I am sorry I did not mention him sooner but he is specifically for tracking and when I am forced to go beyond my martial arts nature. My mother is the only reason I still exist before you and had she not sacrificed herself before my eyes I would not have the strength to stand today, she had told me to run because when I was younger I could not fight that which she died facing. I can't live with myself not being able to show my mother that I am not a coward; that I don't have to run away anymore. There were some girls from a village near the mountains North of here that were actually singing her lullaby as a working hymn... ((Tears were welling up in Enri's eyes that he refused to let fall)) She has to be there... she just has to be."

Enri's spiritual presence grew quite dense and almost holy at the mention of his mother, it was all he could do to not keep running and it seemed the spirit beast at his side prompted the sense of stability in him. Hyaku* deliberately stood on the boy's foot to ground him again and again with a great effort using the physical sensation and stern teacher like expressions to force Enri to control his emotions. Finally exhausted with Enri being about to cry Hyakujuuonouu spoke, his voice a deep bellow, a roar made nearly human but his words were unmistakable. “Enri… CONTROL YOURSELF… WE DID NOT COME HERE TO RUN CRYING TO YOUR MOTHER! YOU MUST APPROACH HER AS A MAN SHE COULD PROUD OF HAVING SIRED. YOU MAY BE A CUB INSIDE BUT YOU ARE A WARRIOR AND THAT MAKES YOU A MAN IN THE EYES OF MANY. NOW STRAIGHTEN YOUR BACK, WIPE THOSE TEARS AND SPEAK CLEARLY. FORGIVE HIM MASTER SAMURAI THE YOUTH IN HIM IS STILL UNCHANNELED.”

Enri straightened himself quickly and gathered himself once more appearing to be the stern youth that had asked to come to Soul Society. His reiatsu stopped skyrocketing as well and quickly drew deep inside of the boy and his beast. Enri wiped his face and looked back up with the eyes of a man ”GOMEN NASAI I apologize about my recent outburst, if you have the time can you help me look for her as well?”

WC: 443

OOC: Two SHINIGAMI IS BETTER THAN ONE if no one has any objections you are both welcome to join in.

In a mountain dungeon a few hundred kilometers away chained to a table lay Enri's mother, her clothes were lightly torn and soiled at the hems but she seemed otherwise okay. Unconsciousness was a bliss and the only one she had at the moment as her spiritual resonance was being used in an experiment to test her burned out Quincy abilities against those of a Quincy soul that still had them intact. All so that a secret cabal of rogue shinigami and two enlightened hollows could gain the destructive powers the Quincy possessed. Looking out the entrance to the cave network, one of the adjuchar sensed Enri's beacon of energy briefly within the forest. He laughed to himself as he informed the others, they may have someone else they could experiment on soon. Truly this would be a good day, already the shinigami scientist had figured out a way to siphon the energies from the Quincy as they took spirit matter in the form of spiritrons and turned it into energy to fight with. They could already use them as ambient batteries which is why the two adjuchar there did not have to feed. They were close to a break through soon they would be able to control spiritrons like a Quincy and then there would be no end to the power they would soon possess. They would overturn Soul Society and Hueco Mundo in one fell swoop, even the abyssmal hollows would kneel before them once the secrets of the Quincy were theirs.

((IF allowed to I can supply names, features, descriptions, and personalities to all foes and captured. This portion is not included in the word count since it is not by Enri's will or actions toward his goals but simply the perceptions of possible enemies.))

Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 7:15 pm

Datenshi raised an eyebrow at his introduction to the tiger- er, lion- er, beast-thing. I knew he was hiding something... a human with a zanpakuto spirit? Something like it, anyway. he thought, nodding politely as the giant bald man broke up. While the theme was commonplace, this was a rendition of the search-for-dead-family-member he hadn't seen before. The tiger's roar started the shinigami, but he released the hilt of his zanpakuto before drawing; the presence, while certainly above the average human, was not threatening. After the fact he began to decipher the words, and shrugged. "Don't worry about it, Hyaku..." he replied, scratching the back of his head and trailing off as he forgot the full name of the spiritual beast. If the reiatsu coming off of the creature hadn't matched the human so closely, he would have thought it was a hollow.

From zanpakuto to hollow, your classification is unclear as usual... It is no crafted weapon. Hyakujuuonouu is a legendary beast, perhaps this being bears its name in effigy. It is an unusual presence, but thus far a nondestructive one.

The abrupt decision by the zanpakuto gave Datenshi pause for a moment, Natsunohoshi usually wasn't so sure about these things. Snapping back to reality with the apology, the shinigami shook his head and jumped down to the ground, folding his arms. "I have time these days... I'm kind of your guardian angel at the moment. Search as you will, Enri. I'll be here as long as you haven't given up." he said, casually walking onwards. Glancing over his shoulder, he uncrossed his arms and waved. "Oh, and it'd be best if you went back to keeping that power of yours concealed. You probably know about the 'mind's eye', just know that around here that's the best eye. They can probably see you from that mountain village now..." he called, still at a low pace. No point making his job harder.

That was a dangerous promise. How do you plan on keeping it?

Datenshi shook his head, resting his left hand on the hilt at his waist. We try things, Natsunohoshi. Sometimes, they work out.

[Word count: 356]
[Accumulated word count: 429+356=785, 2 posts]

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"I have time these days... I'm kind of your guardian angel at the moment. Search as you will, Enri. I'll be here as long as you haven't given up." "Oh, and it'd be best if you went back to keeping that power of yours concealed. You probably know about the 'mind's eye', just know that around here that's the best eye. They can probably see you from that mountain village now..."

Enri had not been thinking tactically about being seen only safety of others and maintaining a chance to see anyone before they saw him. That obviously was not the case with the samurai of Seireitei, even with their heaven leaving much to be desired it was far better off than simply not existing. Enri visibly calmed himself as his eyes took on the aspect of his bestial counterpart and they became one once more with Hyaku* safely inside Enri and hidden once more. "Thank you for the warning, it has been all I could do to not use my full speed to get there but I am certain that would alarm any of the residents for a gaijin like myself to leap out of nowhere. I remember my pledge not to make trouble and I aim to live up to my words." His reiatsu shrunk even further into a tight murky ball of animal like presence. Enri was dressed in traditional fashion now save for his armored shins, feet, forearms, and hands. Even that was carefully concealed by the flowing black and gray kimono he was now adorned in. He didn’t look like a Shinigami but he didn’t look like a true threat either, then again few things looked like a true threat in the spirit realms.

Enri nodded to Datenshi to show he was going to keep moving at a near normal pace, and night fell easily upon them without so much as a cool breeze. Yet as it did so they could both feel the wrongness of the forest come alive or in better words suck the life out of the forest around them, as the crickets ceased chirping, the owl stopped hooting and grass turned a dark brown grey. Enri smelled a problem before he could see it and Hyaku* leapt forth from his place in Enri’s spirit although he could rest in any of the spiritual items Enri carried Hyakujuuonouu had specifically hidden inside Enri to help him hide his presence there seemed to be no need to do so now.

He strode forth rather confidently and it was then that Enri could smell his mother’s scent upon this monstrosity. He was oddly familiar and it was then that Enri realized he had run into this thing as a child the child murderer but he was far more capable now it seemed. His body had changed a bit he was bigger and he had tentacles now, not just hands strong enough to pop a little girl’s head off.

“I remember you, you killed Sandy and her brother…” Enri snarled, energy began to spiral about his body just like his grandparents had taught him draw the spirit from without inside and fuel your movements. Enri had never become like his mother a Quincy but he had developed spiritual potential of his own and although he couldn’t summon a bow he had learned to channel destructive blasts of energy.
The Adjuchar eyed Enri for a moment before laughing deeply with a hint of disgust, “Oh yes, my ungrateful little girl whom forgot all about me after her mother remarried. She was a friend of yours now I get it you were the classmate on the stage. How touching… I am glad I didn’t devour you then you will provide so much more sustenance now.” He started to move forward before his senses finally caught on to Datenshi’s presence as well.

-VIVID FLASHBACK-

At the young age of 10, Enri didn't understand what was happening as he saw a masked man enter the school building. The man was huge but no one else seemed to even notice him slip through the doors. During the school assembly before the science fair presentations he was talking to a young girl named Sandy Sanchez she was working on an electric plane. The masked man stepped from the curtains just behind the curtains it seemed. He hadn't made a sound then suddenly Sandy was in the air, he was choking her. Enri screamed and out of primal rage threw a book at him. The janitor and a security guard came running, but it was too late, he had ripped the little girl's head clean off and was eating what seemed to be a second version of her only paler and lined in blue.

Another rather large man stepped from out of no where and chopped the masked man's arm off. Before doing something strange with the girl's second form, the masked man had disappeared in a wreath of darkness and then they were all gone leaving Enri standing there in a pool of blood the girl's eyes looking at him from a head that had been ripped from the very meat of her neck. The janitor and the security guard had seen her in the air choking before her head came off, they could see it wasn't Enri whom had done anything. The Janitor being superstitious and knowing Enri's last name put two and two together and started spreading rumors that Enri was truly the son of the devil. Gangsters found out about the incident because Sandy was the little sister of one of the gang members that regularly beat up on Enri. Not that Enri ever knew that either but it wasn't long before he and his family were marked for death. Enri had another flash of the future and cried for his parents to leave, that bad people with masks and head wraps were coming. His mother and grandparents did not believe him... Eduardo Sanchez was sixteen when he walked up to Enri's mother with a loaded forty five. Enri's hair had already started falling out from having seen Sandy die. Eduardo stood before him and his mother as they unloaded groceries and yelled “You killed my sister you little **&@#!!” He fired two shots, Enri's mother had jumped in front of him, and was rewarded with two massive holes in her torso. She looked up at Enri from the ground blood dribbling from her mouth as she somehow found the strength to stand and become a barrier for him yet again as she whispered “Run...” Enri's hair had fallen out completely as she spoke, he could see Eduardo through the holes in his mother. He was stock still covered in her blood as his mind tweaked out she told him again as Eduardo moved to get around her and she stood in the way he put the gun to her head as she screamed “Run Enri!!” Enri leaped at her final command and ran like the wind was slow.

He couldn't even feel the physical contact of his feet as four more shots rang out. One had removed his mother's head, one had grazed his side, and the other had taken a sizable piece out of his shoulder. He kept running as his mind told him where and when the shots were coming after a moment. He made it to the street before he ran headlong into the masked man whom stalked passed him and grabbed Eduardo, he couldn't understand what was happening as somehow Eduardo realized something else had grabbed him and he started scream “Papi?!! Please Papi, I'm sorry!! Don't Kill me...” suddenly Eduardo's head was gone then it bounced into the street right in front of Enri. The masked man was holding Eduardo's ruined body in one hand and his second form in the other. He opened an impossibly large mouth and swallowed Eduardo whole as Enri saw the big man with a sword again. He did something to his mother's head before attacking the masked man whom threw Eduardo's decapitated body at him causing the swordsman to cut it in half to get to the masked man whom calmly laughed as he swatted the swordsman away before disappearing again. The police and the paramedics arrived in time to find the gruesome scene and watch as Enri a ten year old boy refused to be touched by any of the medics as he calmly staunched his own bleeding and stitched his own wounds in a mirror. Enri screamed bloody murder if anyone besides his Grandparents got too close to him. The police took pictures of all the scars and wounds at first believing Enri was a victim of abuse until the gang members came and shot up his Grandparent's home in retaliation. His Abuela and Abuelo were both wounded, he was sent to live in a home for orphans when they failed to recover. Most turned to drugs, or alcohol, Enri started studying medicine and when no one was looking he'd look for any stories he could about spirits and masked spirits.

“IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU MY MOTHER DIED!!! EVERYTHING WE COULD HAVE HAD WAS LOST BECAUSE OF YOU, AND NOW HER SCENT IS ON YOU… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY MOTHEEEEERRRR!!!”

Rinaldo chuckled “Well you’ll just have to catch me to find out won’t you!!”

WC:529
Flashback excluded

OOC: Hollows in Soul Society Explanation:
Two Rogue Shinigami experimenting with a quincy, a soul with burnt out Quincy abilities, form a pact with two strong reasonably intelligent hollows. The hollow’s spirits will be experimented on along with the Quincy and the soul that was formerly a Quincy in an experiment designed to steal the destructive abilities of Quincy and make them into more refined weapons for shinigami use. These two rogue shinigami have hidden and helped feed the hollows using their bodies for experimental acts before attempting anything with their own bodies or zanpaktou. Their reasoning is should the Gotei 13 find out they would say they were simply being manipulated by the hollows and forced to carry out the experiments instead of what was really going on. However if they succeeded in their experiments, they would become something new and stronger than any Shinigami before them and their influence over to exceptionally powerful hollows would extend their control into Hueco Mundo itself.

Now how was this accomplished… As long as the hollows were strong enough to breach Soul Society on their own their initial incursion could only cause a patrol team response. They would find the lesser hollows they commanded slaughter them and never find the stronger masterminds whom hid themselves with the help of the two Rogue Shinigami that assisted them for their own ends, now after five years of experimentation and the suffering of a Quincy captive and Enri’s mother, they are finally almost done in copying and manifesting their energies in the manner that Quincy do. As such they become far better at detection and subterfuge being able to mask their reiatsu with spiritrons (the basic building blocks of spirit energy and all that is Seireitei and Hueco Mundo)

How large of a write up would you require for justification because they aren’t directly near nor in activities normally checked by the better half of Seireitei itself. They are in the outreaches of Rokungai (kind of like the episodes explaining how an earlier Captain was slain by a hollow that had breached Soul Society and had the ability to temporarily shatter Zanpaktou and infest a shinigami’s body taking it over for a time as well.

Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:47 pm

[OOC: A Hollow in Soul Society? On what basis? What reasoning? How did it avoid detection? You must explain this somewhere otherwise its presence is not feasible. Other than that you'll be requiring a battle mod.]

At the edge of the forest Kichirou held his ground. From the depths of that tree-topped canopy came a dramatic flow of reaitsu, constantly fluctuating like a radio receiver trying to find a frequency. It came sharp and clear one moment and dwindled into confusion the next. In the moments it had clarity Kichirou could determine the emotions of the source, each spike in the flux seemed to indicate anger or anguish.
Whoever it was had a hard time keeping his emotions in check; a weakness Kichirou sought to play to his benefit if swords were crossed.
Brooding over how to proceed he noticed the drop in spiritual pressure with a little delay and he noticed something new: a spiritual pressure that had been drowned out in the vast ocean of the others; A Shinigami. They didn't seem to be engaged in battle, but there it was. Calm and unprovoked.
He noticed a hooded woman pushing a cart was observing him from the dirt-trodden track into town. He thought it odd she should be staring at him until he remembered Shinigami rarely came here unless on business - it wasn't the best holiday resort after all.

Pushing past thick undergrowth holding onto the thick trunks of red and black maples, black cherries and red oaks - amazing how so many species can thrive in a single environment - for support he made his way towards the disturbance. Other Shinigami had been stationed at the outskirts as a contingency plan, should Kichirou fail, but it was he who was entrusted with the investigation and, more importantly, the apprehension of suspected dangerous individuals.
Coming to a beaten path traversed by many wildlife as evidence of an array of footprints showed, Kichirou had one of two paths he could take in the fork ahead. A giant oak split the path down the middle, its roots spread wide across both and prominent in the earth underfoot. Taking the left path, closer to the spirits, the forest soon spoke words keenly seeking Kichirou's exceptional ears; The two spiritual presences conversing. Impressively, one of the spiritual pressures diminished even further to the size of a small woodland critter. This intruder may not have jurisdiction over his emotions, but he knew how to hide his reaitsu well.

He zeroed in on the two masking his own reaitsu so as not to raise any alarms. He had done this, stealth training, ever since he came to Sereitei he just had a knack for it. A flash of the old man's face staring at him, a distant memory, a life he once knew well. Focus cub. The two-legs are becoming aware. Of course it always came in pictures and feelings but it was as clear to Kichirou as words. His mind did the translation automatically. Observing he saw the human leave, the Shinigami did nothing to halt his progress. Odd. But Rahien Sorei noted the face for reference in his report. Rahien did that alot now, he found it took the workload off Kichirou and Rahien was more than happy to be useful. If anything he had been it was useful ever since Kichirou knew what he was.
Pursuing the human through the cover of the forest - he felt oddly agreeable with the environment - he didn't have the knowledge to know what to expect. Training was never enough to prepare you for reality. And almost as suddenly as those thoughts crossed his mind another spiritual pressure broke the tranquility. Impossible! It can't be right. Doubt is a strong injustice. Rahien Sorei was right, there was no mistaking the new presence for a Hollow. An Adjuchas at that. How it had infiltrated and hid this long without detection elluded Kichirou. Staying in cover wasn't the plan, that always changed. Leaping from cover he ran to the support of the human. Intruder or no, he was still human.

Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 5:35 pm

Rikugou Datenshi didn't physically respond to Enri's words, though he did slow his pace to let the human lead the way. He didn't know where the man was going, the vague intuition he held around other shinigami was absent around this bestial force. Of course, the forest was thick enough that the common path seemed the only route; they could cut cross-country if they really wanted, but Enri seemed to be in a hurry. The sun was dipping low, the night was upon them before long.

However, this night was too foreboding. For those afraid of the dark any night might feel as such, but Datenshi felt a particular kinship with darkness. The night, particularly in such a serene natural environment, was a time of peace and gentle reflection. It didn't matter how well the spiritual presence was hidden, there was a clear killing intent around them. Datenshi's eyes narrowed and his reiatsu dropped off the map once more; his hand rested calmly on the hilt of his zanpakuto. He was wondering whether or not Enri noticed the presence when its source came into view.

Adjuchas-class, alone, but with whatever technique it used to get this far it may have allies. Low concern at the moment, but be on your guard.

Datenshi nodded imperceptibly at his zanpakuto's level-headed analysis, but then he heard the exchange. Enri had seen this Hollow before. Further, it was the type that haunted its family after death... unfortunately, one bad soul really could spoil the bunch. His senses sharpened, a faint cast of red highlighting the night and picking out the foe as well as the human. Tasting blood, the shinigami realized he had bitten his tongue, but that concern was pushed to the back of his mind at the moment. Anger spread through his body, but it chilled him. Picking apart the hint, he grinned widely. For the Hollow to be tied to Enri's mother, and to tell them to 'catch' him, he had some home base. Datenshi was also convinced that the hulking Adjuchar was scared.

Another presence entered the scene. Datenshi glanced over his shoulder at the man; he gained some sense of strength, knew it was a seated officer, but discarded the rest. "Convenient, reinforcements. It likely has a base, drive it to retreat." he said curtly, drawing his zanpakuto with a practiced grace. It might have been an enemy, nothing could be sure with the recent rebel actions, but against Hollow it was fair to assume shinigami came to help. And if it was an enemy... at the moment he felt no hesitation. The battle was before him, moving as if in slow motion. It was time.

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The days in Soul Society seemed a little longer, they were all a little more refined compared to Earth realm but that was because everything in Soul Society had varying degrees of spirit energy. Mamoru Jenosuke, twelfth division unseated and ninth division spy had a truly interesting series of jobs. As a spy he reported the activities of the twelfth division under his direct watch, but as it turns out the Twelfth division knew he was a plant and decided to put their faith in his curiosity and overt ingenuity. There had been reports of a soul displaying Quincy potential on the outskirts of Rukongai, he was given a partner and sent to check out the reports. He found a woman named Roza, she was pretty and very soft spoken as she worked the fields but with his advanced spiritual presence he was able to follow the spiritual points of the woman with his inner eye and carefully noted her spiritual damage at multiple critical points necessary for a spirit to function properly that the woman had indeed been a Quincy.

That was only the beginning as his interests peaked and his feelings began to blossom he was given his first test of true loyalty. The insidious elite hidden within the twelfth division had captured a Quincy that not only hunted hollows but Shinigami as well. They were determined to figure out exactly how his abilities worked, so they could be stripped from him and put to use them for themselves. To this end Jenosuke was given a partner whom had proven especially adept at hiding spirit energy and erasing their signatures, Casomori Esama. Curiosity killed the cat especially in Jenosuke’s case as it killed a portion of his loyalty to the ninth division. He made his scheduled reports and left not a single detail of the twelfth division’s experiments out. Experiments on hollows, spiritually potent humans, quincy, and the souls of the lost. What he never reported however were HIS experiments as he took up a secret secondary residence in the outskirts where he was from and was given free license to patrol. There is love blossomed for Roza but she was significantly damaged and the only way in his slowly twisting mind for them to be together was for her to get her Quincy powers revived. So began his descent into a kind of madness a megalomania of designs and curiosity that made him a genius in his own rite.

Roza was called into a cavern that Jenosuke used to frequent as a child to look at some song crystals. That was the last day she was heard from by the other villagers although many believed she had left to live with an enigmatic noble arisen from their village to stay within the sacred white scaled walls. None could know she had been drugged and was being used as part of an experiment to take the powers of the Quincy and mold them into a weapon for specific shinigami. Jenosuke’s experiments required more malleable spiritual flesh and none were more malleable than hollows. Knowing this would raise a red flag, Esama was tasked to find strong hollows that could be manipulated with tales of power and a steady supply of sustenance. His ever descending spiral of treachery had begun in duty but was now wrapped and co mingled tightly with misplaced love, overflowing curiosity and an all consuming desire to succeed. In his mind everything within Soul Society could be set to rights with the power he could attain here. An adjuchar and his recently enhanced Gillian follower were found and easily seduced with promises of power and dominion over those in Hueco Mundo.

The Adjuchar called himself Rinaldo from his memories of being a hateful, despicable man. During his rise from hollow to his current state he had even killed his own children, having turned his son into a hollow and carefully manipulating his growth so that he might become an expendable partner and the key to becoming a Vastrode. Now with this offer of power that would come about much faster and all he had to do was give up his CHILDE once more and offer up a piece of himself for power. Rinaldo was quick to answer the summons, he opened several portals dispatching lesser hollows and a Gillian or two into Rukongai to distract the shinigami and test their capability, so wall Esama carefully hid him and his evolving son inside the partially shattered mountain he took great pride in watching the massacre and occasional redemption of his fellow hollows. Quite a few went to the gates of hell which spoke well for his choice in followers for should he ever be judged by a zanpakutou that was where he too would most certainly go. His son and cohort Eduardo was more than his father suspected because his hatred of his father for everything he had done to him from childhood to Hueco Mundo even in partial glimpses gave him a drive and intellect that was severely underestimated by everyone. He was vengeance and even as his Gillian form slowly became an Adjuchar he never let go of his hatred. It gave him focus and empowered him, it was this hate that had allowed him to devour and empower himself and take over the Gillian form after merging with all those hundreds of other hollows. His revenge would be magnificent, he needed only wait and grow stronger, and these experiments and the constant influx of spirit energy from their quincy battery assured that would happen.

Esama was the pride and joy of the twelfth division’s members partially subsided to the Onmitsukidō, her skill at kidou was unprecedented and was said even able to fool the Captains. This was not quite the case, it wasn’t that she fooled anyone her abilities simply caused people to ignore things, to mentally dismiss certain circumstances as insignificant. She had yet to master her zanpakutou but that was the first lesson of her blade Lamia. No one who visited the western region or the twelfth division headquarters had failed to be caught up in its sensory effects although if they ever suspected entrapment they would have been able to question it and still believe it was entirely irrelevant. She had been so thorough that while on her sojourns to Earth realm for study she had managed to seduce two spiritually enhanced humans to her aid, along with another Shinigami from the second division that had also been assigned to watch over her. These men formed her own personal defense team should anything go extremely wrong she was not the best at ranged combat and though her close combat skills were good she could at best only take down one person at a time. Naoki, Zaomaru, and her recently seduced overseer Chousen, it was with their combined abilities that they were able to hide Rinaldo the Gillian in transition. Their added spiritual power allowed her zanpaktou to affect the entire region of Rukongai making the days seem brighter, the air sweeter, even the water tasted better and subtle things were simply ignored. Roza being gone was written off, all was going according to plan and reports were still being sent to their respective superiors in the second and ninth division.

The fruit of their experiments began to come about after three years but the biggest breakthroughs were only recently when instead of transferring Tama’s power’s to his beloved Roza, they ended up flowing into Rinaldo instead. The partial success was vexing at first until Jenosuke’s deluded mind decided that it was meant to be and that the true purpose of their one sided love, the power of Esama’s zanpakutou was augmented by every person she had influence over in a general area and with six potent spiritual essences to feed her strength and mask the entire area, she soon subverted control of the entire experiment. After the hollow’s were outfitted with prototype alterations of their anatomy’s to attain Quincy grafts as Jenosuke now called them Esama had Jenosuke alter her zanpakutou after ravaging Tama’s memories to learn his Quincy training methods and with the help of Chousen re-mastered her empowered zanpakutou, even finally attaining a type of Bankai that was unheard of.

What would become of the rebellion should this knowledge become widespread was unknown…
Roza’s son was close to finding her being able to track by scent and only mildly distracted by the Lamia effect.
Two other shinigami were also closing in as well looked like everyone was about to get their share of trouble now.

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