[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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For the most part Furia had stood above the area where the hell gate once appeared. She hadn’t moved from that position once she arrived. All she had been doing was stretching her body, twisting her upper half side to side, before bending and holding it to either side for moments at a time. Finally, she would attempt to bend her upper half forward, with her hands trying to reach her feet., however it was met with failure, as she was only inches away from her goal.
“What are you doing?”
“stretching, what do you think? This body is stiff… We should take up some Yoga”
“WHAT!?!? NO! Why would I take something like? You should be practicing Ki-”
“Kidō? No, , you’re not in control anymore. I am and I will do as I please, besides it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more flexible.”
There wasn’t much Oyama could do at this time. Furia was in control, and only the SoulKing knew how long she would keep that control. Though still for her to suggest, to take Yoga… It was odd, what was she planning? Why the sudden change? Again, only the Soulking knew of Furia’s plans. Even sharing the same body and to some extent their mind. However, Furia had been great at keeping Oyama out of her thoughts. She didn’t know the desires of Furia, and what she was looking for in Urahara’s shop. For all she knew it could be something to help Furia enter a new body or worse yet, fully banish Oyama. Fear was coursing through her thoughts.
“Enough! You’re making this difficult to conce-”
The tone of choice and vibrations of her phone would cause her to jolt. It was her first time hearing such a thing, and wondered why Oyama chose such a thing. after recomposing herself her hand reached for her phone pulling it out to see it was one of the members of 13th calling.
“Yes?”
We found the shop. After shooting some Kidō at it we soon discovered it’s being protected by a barrier, along with some strange effects of memory manipulation. One of our members had the bright idea that they could just walk through it, and disintegrated in front of us. Currently we have the rest watching over the shop.
“Unfortunate… Have yourself or one of the others watch the shop for the time being. I’ll be the one to relieve the one watching it. Have the rest form a 10 by 10-meter perimeter around it.”
A smile came across her face during the call, she could hardly contain her excitement as time went on; before finally hanging up. Laughter was heard, she couldn’t help it even with news of a member dying, if anyone would be around, they would be disgusted at the fact that she cared little for her division members. Once she finally started to calm down her attention quickly turned to what was around her, a baron wasteland with little to no markers around, the only thing that seemed to be around her was a pole that once held a sign. It was bent and twisted from the events that happened 4 days ago; while it bore no signifigenice to her, it did remind her to send a message out to 1st divison.

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Kisuke Urahara’s shop has been located among the wreckage and is currently protected by barrier, requesting immediate support from 11th and 13th to secure the area. Requesting a member of 12th to come and assist with the barrier’s destruction and search for anything useful to bring back to the soul society.

That devilish smile was widening with each step. What secrets lay inside that candy shop. Only a barrier created by the smartest shinigami known to history stood between herself and those secrets. Once she set the location into the message her body would flicker, disappearing from sight to appear high into the sky, walking cheerfully towards that wonderful Candy shop.

 

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WAAAAAHHHHHHH

Gargantas opening seamlessly one by one, all across Karakura town.
It was all too simple.
All too casual.
ALL too easy.
Upon the reluctant command of the one who has been feeding them, these damned Menos Grande had been unleashed upon the World of the Living. Whale-like in their appearance they had been cultivated directly from the Arrancar; Elliseo. Gaining small traits of his own ability, as well as keeping the steady power creep of their own evolution. Durable in their own right, their power was nothing to be scoffed at. While lacking in comparison to that of any Arrancar by themselves. Together they could take down Adjucas level threats, and in a school.... could take down even far greater. They were Hollows on the cusp of their next phases, the only thing these creatures could even think about was the next meal. Starved, having to ration between meals, the hollows residing deep within the Forest of Menos, and the outside gifts Elliseo brings have been nothing but the bare minimum. For long they had felt the unbearable pain of starving, they were ready to feast!
From all directions in Karakura Town you could hear the wails of a singular Menos. Meanwhile, a Garganta is carrying more than 10 of these colossal beast. Just one of them these Menos were towering over every single structure in sight, with little to no comparison. Everything was an ant in their presence, nothing could hold back the damage they were about to infringe upon the world.
-Directly miles high above the Urahara’s Shop
A Garganta, filled with 12 of these Menos Grande emerge from this black hole ripped through the sky. Like a faucet, they rained downwards, swimming through sky in their descent like fallen angels.
WAAAAAHHHHHHH
The shinigami guarding this sacred barrier, per their division orders would be completely and utterly dumbfounded. Thunderstruck at the oddly coordinated phenomenon that was occurring before their eyes. Intimidation, was a key factor between Hollows and Shinigami. The loud wails of these Hollows chilling them to their cores. Making them sweat porously, as they felt their impending doom. If any of these brave soldiers, in the face of such an imposing factor makes a bold play and pulls out any communications device, they would soon find out their plan to be useless. As the Hollows poured out one by one, the more wails to be heard, and some of these wails were no simple wails, but small Vagidos. Breaking and shattering buildings, foundations, glasses and lights upon their inception. All before eventually destroying anything fragile within their range. The phones would simply explode in their hands, before they could even make out a message. Their souls, riper than normal spiritually aware humans, it wouldn’t be long before they are noticed. The lot of the shinigami together, have enough power to take out one or two with their full strength coordinated. Maybe three, through sheer willpower, but.......
The Hollows having some small form of awareness understand this and give no hesitation when regarding their destruction. The few of them leaning in to their locations and charging Ceros of mass proportion. Discharging them one at a time, not even coordinated with on another. If the shinigami even think to stay near the barrier and guard with their life, they would find themselves covered in a red light. Milliseconds later, being completely vaporized with little to no effort on the hollows part.
-Approximately 30 meters away from Oyama Hoshi
As soon as the Shinigami found herself about to shunpo away to her reported location. She and the 3 other Shinigami residing with her would feel something all too familiar. A presence they couldn’t mistake with anything in the world. The chilling feeling of a Garganta opening. Where was it coming from? Which direction? So many questions could be asked, but upon them even questioning themselves they’d be met with the deafening wail of these Menos.
WAAAAAHHHHHHH
The sound of this wail would rock their eardrums. Clouding their sense of thought and judgement, as if someone was yelling in their ear.

They would soon find these assumptions true as they’d witness a one of the Menos swimming through the air at full speed directly towards them. Their mass and weight speeding up their constant momentum as a singular one charges straight to them. Sensing Oyama’s abundant amount of spiritual power the Menos would waste no time chasing after her body. With her as a meal, evolution would be an afterthought. They’d be Adjucas in a heartbeat, and that is all they want. If these shinigami stayed in the path of this Menos, they’d be completely within the belly of the Menos with no difficulty. The building they stood on was dwarfed compared to the Menos, and engulfing the upper half of the building along with them on top was just something that was completely guaranteed. Even if they managed to survive that missile-like charge they’d come to realize they’d be surrounded. 18 more of the Menos, that made them infinitely smaller, came charging out of the Garaganta in packs. Oyama’s spiritual pressure combined with the lack of actual masses of power in Karakura, made her location a hotspot. The ones that spawned there were going to be much more aggressive, their next meal was in sight, and they weren’t backing down.
-Rest Karakura Town
More and more Gargantas spawned directly over Karakura Town. In the areas populated with actual humans, the Menos made their presence felt. As soon as they spawned, they enacted Gonzui is groups. Killing off humans by the dozens. If left untamed they’d only get stronger, and they’d only destroy whatever is left of this pitiful city

It was all in an instant. The fabric between dimensions casually splitting seam by seam. Opening up the World of the Living to a dweller of Las Noches once more. Amidst all of the abrupt chaos that had been launched into the city, the lavender-haired Arrancar carried no cause for concern or worry. His demeanor cold, and unforgiving to the poor souls he unleashed his army of Menos upon. His feet stepped out of the Garganta, a bit of a slow strut, walking out in confident strides. His dark grey coat tagging along behind him, accentuating his walk as he made his exit. The confidence exuding from his arrival into the living world, was almost as dangerous as the spiritual pressure that emanated as soon as he entered the dimension. There was no suppression, no hiding. He wanted this world to feel him and take in his presence. It would be the last sensation they’d have to remember of their life.
The Garganta closed behind Elliseo as he fully made his exit. Immediately, he gazed around with the one eye he let lay visible on the opposite side of his mask. Surveying his surroundings, getting a feel for where he was at. Currently, he was perched high into the sky above even the tallest buildings. As he lowered his head, all he could see was a city filled with nothing but red stains. There was something off about these stains though, the area itself felt rich of a presence other than reishi. Just the mere stains of this residue, had a odd sensation. Elliseo could tell from a quick glance that this was no ordinary blood. It had.... a “presence”
“So this is the Soul King’s fluid... his blood per say. Maxmilliano isn’t just all smoke after all. It’s pressure is awfully intimidating. Anyone spiritually aware can feel it’s power oozing.”
Elliseo immediately thought in the back of his mind, that these small scrapes of what's left is not enough to savor. He needed something more substantial. The vials that horned face Arrancar, Maximilliano procured were to carry something a-lot more substantial. With his hands in his coat pocket, he jingled around the vial with his fingers to make sure he didn’t leave it behind in Hueco Mundo. While doing this, simultaneously, he started to “assess” his location once more

El Grito De La Sirena (サイレンの叫び ; Lit. Siren's Bellow)
It only took a matter of seconds before.... everything....... was in his grasp.
Being outside of Hueco Mundo it was rare that he constantly had to maintain this ability. For he knew his way around everything in his domain. Now he had to get his feet wet in his new playground, and in mere seconds he was able to pinpoint every and anything he needed to know in this town. He witnessed his Menos, ravaging the citizens miles and miles away. Utilizing their Gonzui to feed on the rich souls of the humans. The peculiar shop covered in a barrier far to the east of them, also occupied by his Menos, and one more..... interesting spot. He saw it all vividly, nothing escaping his “God Eye”. It was a lone soul spotted at it’s...her mercy against a full brunt of the Menos. Judging from the amount she attracted, out of the 57 present, she must’ve had an above average amount of spiritual pressure.
“Ha ha, so frail and weak these shinigami are, it seems this place isn’t—-“
Elliseo’s vision didn’t deceive him. His vision being complacent on vibrations, he could easily see the flow of a liquid source near this shinigami. He couldn’t tell exactly how much it was, but it more than the small stains he had witnessed so far. It was now a question in his mind, should he investigate the shop surrounded in a barrier, or should he try and procure a more blood from then Shinigami...... and then more from the Soul King. Elliseo had no true aim, and his decisions were always predicated on Elliora’s whim, not his own. Yet, he needed to make a decision. One that yielded results.
“Maybe the stupid shinigami will know something about this blood.”
Elliseo finally makes a move from his location. Still deeply planted into the sky, he makes a small shuffle movement with his feet. Quickly dashing into a Sonido, directly heading to shinigami’s location.

 

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In the Precipice World
It was a silent walk through the Precipice as per usual. Short, but always silent. Normally when he’d pass through this way he’d be looking for his dinner. On the other end of this trip he was rather on the fence about but a monster had to eat, didn’t he? But on this day he was particularly full after gorging down a torrent of hollows in the wasteland of his domain within Hueco Mundo. After being asked by the God-King to go fetch his ”Hogyoku” the Lizard could only help but wonder what this item was for specifically. While the name sounds instantly familiar, its immediate purpose misses his focus. But the reward was so great that it could grant him a singular wish of his own choosing, so long as it wasn’t the Hogyoku itself. An interesting proposal indeed, but where to start looking…? He had heard of some world rending occurrences that took place in passing among those in the palace. His stealthiness was yet to be matched among his Espada peers, and as far as Reiryoku control went, he wasn’t behind very many within the group either. His memory recalling every second of the past ninety-six hours, allowed him some time to reflect on his own individual pursuits…
But what does he want?
Just as much as he has an expeditious amount of freedom of inhibition due to the aspect of death he embodies, he is just as much a sufferer of his concrete wants and ideals. On one hand he would want power, but has seen what that does to certain hollows, especially the dead ones. He was already smart, powerful to a degree. But what was something he craved more than anything, a desire so great that it finally pulled him off of the fence he has sat upon since his rebirth into a higher creature. Now recognized as the Fifth strongest Hollow among the Espada army, there was a lot to contend with, compare and as well as take note of. He’d given it some consideration, but with more time he figured that he’d have a very important decision to make fairly shortly.
Hueco Mundo; Las Noches ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Karakura Town
Karakura Town. Appearances aside, this city was quite infested with souls and other spiritual activity. In the past, it was recognized as a Jūreichi (重霊地, Important Spirit Ground; Viz "Concentrated Spirit Zone"), a special condition in which when one is allowed to construct a key to open a passageway towards the Soul king himself. It was no surprise that it was still such a breeding ground for pluses and minuses alike, but the real question is, does Karakura Town still possess such geographical importance? What did that tall, pale monster know that he was keeping from the rest of us? Granted, no one fought him on the decision very hard either. But he alluded to something greater, but he continued to search and this item would help get him there. Having a certain plan in mind, he assumed that he’d just go in alone quietly and study the Shinigami presence. Given the events that took place as of late, Max surely wants close surveillance of the aftermath.
He was nearly out of the Dangai, upon his last step light creaked open to his immediate view, nothing but blue skies and white clouds, he was high in the air it would seem. His aim on wherever he needed to get to was also innately impeccable. In this case however, he’d disagree as when he stepped out of the open black wound, it would appear as if nothing exited from it, it just quickly opened and closed. Hardly to be noticed by anyone as his reiryoku was innately and superbly suppressed to nothing more than a centipede. But never mind that, Abraam could plainly see the chaos that Max wished to ensure upon all living and dead creatures and entities, to stoop so low as to bring him here. It was one thing that he had Enrico to hear mouth off in passing, but to dredge out from the deep Forest of Menos, the Orca.
WAAAAAAAAAAOOOHHHHH….!!!!!
The scene was grim, the bellows of the whales were deafening. Blind wanton destruction was the description of Karakura. Buildings torn down, the area of souls depleted and the outer rims slowly dropping en mass. His senses functioned similar to the curator of destruction in which he sees, both skilled with their innate prowess, he seeks him out among his seemingly unyielding spawn from the ivory oceans from whence they came. Finding him very easily among his school of fish, as he was the only standout among the chaotic enforcers, the question was now how he should play this? Obviously he has the upper hand as he still resides largely over fifty feet above the in air action and the violence that lays below on the streets of Karakura Town. Undetected as the Shinigami have larger scale issues to worry about being that their town has once again been sacked by a pack of Gillians and lesser hollows. Abraam truly believed that if the Shinigami did care for these appetizing souls enough then the existence of Arrancar throughout any history may not have been able to come to pass. Like the Hollows they require a purpose, a reason to fight. A reason to extinguish. Slowly but surely, he was starting to get uncomfortable on the fence.
He continued to watch these mindless creatures feast upon the living and dead alike. Vagido’s slurping the life and essence from each entity that they passed next to, while destroying endlessly the terrain in which they all invaded. “This...is not what I had in mind. However...He may prove to be inadvertently useful.” he thought. The bodiless entity soared through the air taking stock of the events he had missed leading up to this. The downtown core was slowly turning straight into rubble, blood and bodies littered the streets along with loose clothing such as shoes, socks, shirts and sweaters. The Vagido’s have removed them from the physical world and into a swift dark death. The blood stains that were smeared across the roads and walls of the formerly tall buildings, covered nearly entire blocks as the black orcas swam through the same waters of invisibility as the Lizard. Crushing and destroying more structures in their wake. Lowering himself now lower into the atmosphere. He comes across a near untouched area, he notices a team of Shinigami down below taking they’re firing practice fairly seriously with a gang of them chanting the name of their spells and loosing the blast upon….Something. It was invisible to Abraam, their target either was out of his line of vision, or he had someone pulling his leg. He decided to continue waiting to see if they can extract any information from the barrier so that he could use its properties against it. It would only be a matter of time..
”STOP! I SAID WAIT! HOLD YOUR FIRE! Maintain your positions! Do not break eye contact with the building, do not approach its borders. I am contacting Third Seat Hoshi…”
“Obviously she’s in charge. Let's hear it, Cabrón (male Goat)” he thought. He watched as he pulled a divide from his uniform, and dialed in a few keys. He wondered what they were looking at and why they couldn't remove their line of sight from their target. What was the target. Anxious for more answers, he patiently continues to listen on for more information.
”We found the shop. After shooting some Kidō at it we soon discovered it’s being protected by a barrier, along with some strange effects of memory manipulation. One of our members had the bright idea that they could just walk through it, and disintegrated in front of us. Currently we have the rest watching over the shop.”
And there it was. He was high enough in the air for the wind to carry the sounds of speech from the lowly men and women below. It appears as though a barrier was erected before them as a defensive mechanism. Either innate or by design. Regardless they do not possess the tools necessary to break it down themselves. Pity. However it would give him some time to think of a concrete way to approach the barrier without experiencing its fairly lethal effects. Quite the defense before him indeed, but he still wondered if this particular safe could still be cracked in anyway without the loss of limb or life.
The atmosphere around changed when a large garganta opened twenty feet above and in front of him with a white faced behemoth exiting its maw, catching a wave leading straight down to the ground. The garganta however stayed open which allowed for seemingly a dozen more to leak out of its expanse, as they kareened to the streets surely to overwhelm the Shinigami down below. There was a piercing noise that one of the monsters were creating, a wail but mixed with a dying shriek, rified with despair and tied with a bow of agony. He would watch as the devices of some Shinigami would explode as soon as they would bring it out of their pocket. A curious technique. The less help however the better, the situation was already unsavory as it was. He watched the gang of black clad fools scatter as they saw the Gillian enter the realm in copious amounts. Hands remaining in his pockets, it was clear his place for the time being was to stay incognito and figure a way to break into that barrier. Or wait until such a time comes to pass when one either enters or exits its breaches. But for now, he decided to test something from his range. He did now notice that the radius of the spells stopped just short of the shop in question, tightly shielded, it seemed to not expand not farther than 5 meters out from the initial building.
He was about twenty feet mid-air but still fairly close, he now wondered if he could do this both covertly and quickly. Lifting his left hand out of his pocket, he’d create a familiar circle or reiatsu by drawing in the air with his index finger. Shaping seven small green circles and then took each one and condensed the circle with his spiritual pressure and did the same with the other six. With several bala sized cero’s at his disposal, with each one cloaked like its master, he sent them all to attach themselves to, and alter the composition of the invisible space around the shop. His eyes remained glued to it, never moving a single nerve from his quarry. The Cero’s soon stalled in the air as he couldn't get them to go any farther. He found his objective. His left hand turned downward, he slowly flips its positioning and with an open palm he slowly starts to begin to close it to apply pressure to the cero’s embedded in the structure of the barrier, slowly expanding them to create a “keyhole” of sorts to allow Abraam’s entry. He found he could only close his hand up to a certain point without certain resistance from the barrier, he expected some push back, after all what is this life without obstacles? He then slowly began to flex his hand and strengthen his grip to begin slowly closing his palm once more at an alarmingly slow pace. His focus couldn't be shifted, as all his immediate energy was wrapped in his breaking and entering.

 

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Blume was buried in paperwork. Most had been from requests since the party. Apparently, the devotion of her men had completely pulled these individuals to side with her and support her indefinitely. While she was unaware of any other contenders, the safety of her position as the potential Empress seemed to be set in stone. The only thing she had left to do was defend it from others at all costs.
While it was not within her moral compass to kill, there was nothing that would save them from the likes of her Uncle. She was the favorite of her siblings, and it was probably due to the relation in their forms of ostracization from the Diamante Family for various reasons. Even before she was born, Lukas had always fought in the name of the Diamante. The Quincy had been fighting amongst themselves to claim a new emperor, but the casualties had proven far worse than getting the results they desired. Since the loss of Yhwach, those that had survived Auswählen in both instances were quick to attempt to gain an upper-hand on their fellow brothers and sisters. Without a sound leader, the Quincies had made enemies of themselves, rather than those of the Shinigami or Arrancar. Families were set on making a name for themselves, her own included.
The past three-hundred years have been rather peaceful once the Quincies managed to figure out they were doing more harm than good to their own people. With their dwindling numbers, it was only a matter of time before they’d completely wiped out their own race. The largest families had come together with the intention of peace. It had been successful for a while, marriages upheld, especially for the Echt. The purer the bloodline, the more important their social standings within the Quincy world. Things had run smoothly, up until Lukas Diamante had decided that the Diamante should have been at the top. They were strong and provided much since the Invasion all that time ago. He was intent on driving the family to the top, and while it was not his aim, sullying the Diamante name was what he’d done during his excursions that ended the lives of many of their brothers and sisters that did not side with him. The loss of their allies had meant a potential danger to a Hollow or Shinigami invasion.
He was a liability, and with the consensus of the elders, he was banished from the Diamante Family. Blume had sparingly remembered the events as they’d happened just as she was beginning to understand the contents of her own power around the age of six. Perhaps seeing his niece in this form of isolation and solidarity from the rest of the world had reminded him of his current position, thus his constant doting. Once she’d gotten old enough to do as she pleased, Blume had immediately gotten into contact with him and filled him in on the past twelve years. He was more than happy to be fighting for the Diamante, even after his banishment.
He’d finally come home after twelve long years. It’d taken much convincing, especially with her mother. Lilie had always feared for Blume’s safety, and at times, she had wondered if things would have been different if the Elders had deemed Blume to be just as dangerous and killed her in infancy… But that was a time passed, and now they were presently dealing with the destruction of their home and their neighbors.
A gentle knock brings Blume down from the clouds and at the door is Mia, whose eyes look rather sunken in.
“Mr. Kaiser is here to see you.”
Motioning for her to bring him in, Blume had made a note to give Mia a break later on once she’d finished her business with Dominic. She was a bit hesitant to go and find him herself, so she’d silently thanked the Gods that he’d made the first move.
“Yo… What do I do?”
She felt sorry. Her index finger tapped away on her desk, contemplating her approach to the question. While it might have sounded like a broad and simple question, it was anything but that. Clearly, their defeat had placed Dominic in a state of self-doubt and questionability on continuing his life as either a Quincy or as a regular human. It was a difficult enemy, something that neither Shinigami nor Quincy could defeat alone. From the events that Mia had recorded, the Shinigami had even called for the assistance of a Captain and another lieutenant. The threat from Hell was an anomaly that was clearly out for the Shinigami… yet they’d stuck their nose in it anyway. Blume had saved the life of that blue-haired Shinigami, and at times, she wondered if she should have in the first place. It’d gotten a taste of her power, and used her holy affinity to wreak havoc… In the end, she was only able to save Dominic, but now he was lost in himself and she was unsure of what to say...
“...I told you already what you would be expected to do, and that it was your choice to stay or go. I still stand by that offer.”

She stands from her seat and comes around to seat herself on top of the desk with a gentle thud. Dressed rather casually in a skin-tight muscle top and white pants, Blume had chosen to speak to him as a concerned friend, rather than employer and employee. They were close in age, and she was worried for him. Rather than stress him and force him to perform dutifully to her, he was free to do as he pleased.
“You’ve told me that you had little to gain in joining my cause, and it’s true. I even put you in danger, and we even lost an acquaintance because of my miscalculations.” Recalling Fredrick causes Blume to clench the edges of her desk that crack under pressure. “If you wish to leave, then you can go. I gave my word that the Diamante would continue to support and sponsor your fights, and if you desire, will not attempt any other form of contact.”
Her arms come to cross under her chest and she locks her eyes with Dominic. However, her facade had completely broken as a haunting cry rang through Karakura Town, almost mimicking a funeral bell.
WAAAAAHHHHHHH
The sheer pressure of a single cry soon becomes multiplied and sweat dribbles down the girl’s forehead and her chin. Even without the burst of individuals coming sprawling in from the outer room and their wails of the alerts of several large beasts that became their mortal enemies since the beginning of time were nothing to Blume. She knew that something had come, and she’d told Dominic of something of the sort coming to rain devastation on the world as they knew it. Peace was limited, and it was clear that events were unfolding one right after the other.
Shinigami had been sighted in Karakura and Naruki, gathering their own information on the events four days ago, some lingering behind to make sure of their complete fluidity so that nothing was left behind, or perhaps were searching for something else entirely. Threats were on the rise, and Blume had enough of having to depend on the Shinigami to save the World of the Living at all times. If anything, they had only arrived after the horrendous aftermath of anything extreme, leaving the Humans to pick up the pieces made from their lack of presence.
Their bouts of wanting to keep a balance between the living and the dead was a bunch of shit. Granting passage into the Soul Society even after committing heinous crimes such as destruction or even massacres was outrageous. It elicited a ticket into what could be deemed as “heaven”; a second chance was given to things so undeserving, but god forbid the Quincy to take matters into their own hands to rid of these evil beings, the balance would be decimated… She refused to see it as hindering the capabilities of life as they knew it. Rather than allowing these sinners to have another chance at a peaceful life, they should have reconsidered their lives as humans to fix their act.
There would be no mercy.
“Dominic, if you find yourself inadequate, then don’t you dare take a step from this room. Rather than be a casualty, at least stay alive to ensure you can provide quiet life for your future offspring. The Echt are scarce as is. Don’t rush into something that you aren’t ready to give your life for.”
Blume passes him without another word as she pulls on her coat and pouch that carries the contents of her equipment. As she walks down the halls in a hurry, Blume seems to speak to no one in particular. So long as her message was sent out, there would be little problems.
“Inform Lukas of the events. Whatever he’s doing needs to be stopped. I want this Manor under complete protection before he even decides to assist me outside.”
Once she’d stepped outside, there was little damage in her current area compared to the focus of a certain shop, but that was also towards the direction where several spiritual signatures had resided. None of which were of her own people. She could only expect it to be Shinigami, hopefully with the intent to rid of the problems within that area. Blume would do her best to take care of the rest of the offenders. At the wave of her hand, waves of Quincy, dressed in their pristine white uniforms and faceless masks, counting up to thirty individuals in total. Their dual blue diamonds glistened on their chests, seemingly come aglow the moment they'd come into contact with their princess.

"Madam."
It was a private militant organization to the Diamante, known as the Edelsteinzug (宝石隊, "Gem Squad" lit. Jewel Platoon); these nameless, faceless soldiers were raised to pledge their lives towards their saviors. After the War from nearly fifteen-hundred years ago, the Diamante had provided safe houses for those Quincy that had not sought the destruction of their own kind. As payment, they'd devoted their lives and blood for the Diamante's prosperity. This time it would be no different.
“Get rid of the anomalies. Tear them apart at once, even at the cost of your lives. We can no longer wait for Shinigami to assist to protect the living.”
They broke apart in an instant, pairs appearing under every Garganta that had littered the skies of Karakura Town. Where these modified Menos would appear, the members would bring their hands out from under their cloaks, providing visuals of a small disk between their gloved fingers. The disks were crushed in tandem with their reveal. While it was a risk to call forth these large morsels, smaller hollows would indefinitely be compelled to follow the trap set by these soldiers. The more that they'd gathered within their range the easier it would be to decimate their enemy altogether. Each member of the Edelsteinzug would be wary of their positions to keep from any remnants of the Soul King's blood that had yet to be acquired by either Shinigami or Quincy.
The moment in which these beasts had come within a twenty-meter radius in any direction, a towering blue cross would sprout from the ground and completely tear apart these beasts that come into the range to pieces. Compared to that of the wave that had protected the Diamante Manor those four nights ago, these particular crosses had been amplified by three times their original forms due to the enhancements coming from the dual gems that sat on their chests. Each would contain less than half the amount of reiryoku needed to perform Blume's signature Erdschnitzer (土地彫刻家, "Land Carver"). The decimation was imminent upon stepping into the zone. Fifteen of these Menos Grandes would be annihilated simultaneously in an instant, along with the little devils that dared to follow in their footsteps. These individuals would move on to the next after completing their objectives.
Meanwhile, Blume had since disappeared from the premises after the release of her men. Dominic was free to act on his own, as was Lukas... so long as he'd done what he'd ordered. She'd offered her assistance to the Shinigami once before, but she was severely lacking the rush to do it again.

 

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A feeling of dread loomed over Oyama, she could sense something was coming, something large. Had she been in control she would be no doubt in a state of panic, and unable to turn and face what was to come. Yet she wasn’t in control it was Furia, she was enjoying the fearing Oyama was giving off in their mind, feeding off of it only made her stronger in terms of their fight for control. She was going to shunpo but the sound that came out of nowhere had her stop.
WAAAAAHHHHHHH
Her head turned in the direction of the scream, upon seeing the hollow she could tell that they were larger than the average Gillian class, a wonderous sight even if it was dangerous. What a wonderful day, they find Urahara’s shop unharmed, by both the blood and the togabito. Now a hollow that charged at her like it was his mission to end her, regardless of it life. As it came closer and she could only smile, before finally using shunpo, her body appeared right at the back of the mask, As she landed on it, she would run upwards
CRRRASSSSSSSHHHH
“Nodonokawaki o iyasu Blood fiattopanda ”
she spoke while drawing zanpakutō out, as she did so the blade began to extend outwards while the whale would crash into the ground, causing dust to fly into the air. She brought the blade down upon the whale hoping to slice into it as she rain, however it only scrapped against, barely leaving a mark. To this she came to a full stop to try and stab into its rough hide, again nothing, disappointing to say the least. Though that disappointment was quickly replaced with curiosity; she had to look over at her arm, the dust that came up had now made its way to her, landing on her exposed skin and clothing, creating a burning and itching sensation. Though for the hollow it would be excruciatingly painful, as the blood in the ground would be eating away at its mask and hierro. The whale would no doubt be thrashing in pain and screaming. Better to move then to stay on a beast in pain, running back and out of the dust clouds. Each step was almost a slip as the dust made each reshi platform below her unstable, each second was growing a little more painful that she had move both her hands over her face, as she ran forward, before finally breaking through, and in doing so the wind that was brushing up against her as she did so would blow away the dust upon her body. As she lowered her arms the sight of the other hollows finally brought her to the conclusion that this wasn’t just one, but many, an invasion force. Her hand reached for her Denreishinki pulling it out to send message to the Seireitei with the speech to text option

Quote:unknown number of Menos Grande class hollows have invaded, requesting immediate back up in Karakura Town!

was short and sweet message; she couldn’t waste time with fluff once hitting send. However that also meant she couldn’t relay the information about their thicker than normal hides. it seemed to be similar to a hierro, Something Arrancars should only poses. Another time to worry about it, for now her best strategy was to stay close to the ground, and wait for back up.
“We’re going to die.”
“No”
She could not help but laugh, the area they occupied was barren, devoid of tall buildings to hide in or stand upon, thanks to the Togabito’s efforts in trying to them all. The ground was soaked in the blood of the soul king for who knows how far. First a Togabito now hollows, what’s next Arrancar? The residents of Karakura Town were unfortunate this week.
Large towers began to sprout out and into the skies. No mistaking it, as its form and colour was a dead give away that the quincies were still around. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before bolting towards blue crosses, she was far from them, but so far, the best option for survival. She didn’t know where her fellow shinigami were, as far as she knew they were engaged with the hollows, besides even if she did know where they were, she wasn’t going to risk bringing these Menos with her to them. Better to exhaust someone else’s men and resources then their own.