Post by Nihl Jorn on Feb 22, 2015 21:13:22 GMT -6
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Deep down, locked away from Soul Society underneath the once tall and proud Hyogyokou Hill lay the first prison ever built by the Shinigami. Predating the Gotei 13 this prison was all but lost to those of the highest command rarely spoken of and barely remembered by those of power. It's records were sealed within a black tome held within the Ichibantai underneath lock and key. All reports leading into this facility were strictly black book and off limits and was often referred to on a need to know basis.
The prison itself was twelve stories deep and what once at one point housed only a handful of those who were deemed so criminal and detrimental to the existence of the Shinigami and Hollow that they were to remain under lock and key. Much alike Aizen Sousuke would've been housed had the prison remained public knowledge for those seeking retribution for his crimes. However the population of this mother "Maggot's Nest" was that of two. Two single, souls deemed so dangerous to the fundamental existence of the Seireitei, Heuco Mundo, Soul King's palace and human realm remained. Bound by each story in a wrought iron gate with master level seals held in place by the Kami gate atop each stairwell at the very bottom was two cells.
Guarded by a handful of the strongest and most brave Shinigami, sworn to uphold their life to nothing other than a constant vigil over the dangerous two held within. One of which closely resembled that of a young adult. Unlike many prisoners that the Shinigami had held this one often played the role of a victim and that of a delicate flower yet her presence alone in the cell was enough of a testament against it. The second was a man with white hair, a muzzle and shackled into a chair much alike the treatment of Aizen Sousuke.
Years faded into centuries, centuries faded into a millenium as they sat under constant vigil. Rarely a word was spoken from the man to the young adult due to the bindings he wore, his hair stark white through the torture he had endured on behalf of the Seireitei in an attempt in extracting information under something he had known. However somewhere along the way all reason became lost as the torture itself had warped the once man of the Seireitei into this phantasmal shell of what he once way. White hair, black nails and a singular blackened eye was all that was visible from the mask he wore.
However something felt.. Amiss. However this day felt.. different to some extent. The two innermost guards weren't present. Not as if he could see but he felt it, 'they've grown relaxed...' he thought as one eye opened. A blackened whites of his eye glinted with a red tinged iris as the eye focused directly forward to the cell across the way searching for the occupant.
Deep within the recesses of her own cell sat a young girl- looking no more than 17 at the moment. Her hair gently fell over her shoulders and she definitely didn't look to be the type to be a prisoner. Shuffling forward- giving away her movement with the sound of chains, the twisted former Arrancar alerted the guards to her cell with a smile.
Upon coming into the light she gave her captors an oddly-- if not unsettlingly genial smile. The guards grumbled and watched her warily, perhaps they didn't realize she was looking right past them smiling at the occupant of the cell opposite of her. It's like she hasn't seen him in a long time- as if they'd been separated for centuries.
"Good morning, Hanji-san, Koro-san. Do you think you could get this prisoner some water?"
Perhaps her innocence and unassuming appearance had lulled the guards into a false sense of security with her as one of them left to retrieve her water. She shifted as far forward as her chains would allow (which really wasn't far at all.) This day was different, she knew it- there were three less guards now and those bars looked awfully fragile.
Having just been escorted back from another series of progressive therapy as the officials would have labeled it the man bound by the thick straps appeared less then mobile granted his feet bore quite a-bit of blood along the digits.
Softly he felt his mind become at ease when he was able to catch a glimpse from the lady in the other cell, something of a relief to hear her voice as if wind through the tree's in nature itself.
'how free...' He thought, bringing himself back to the days in Heuco Mundo when he first met this lady something unique. She never bore the mask of a hollow yet the stature of a Shinigmai so why too was she considered an enemy...
However his thoughtful dreams of a day long past was cut short as a gentle rumble of footsteps came closer to the cells, more guards to reinforce the limits to a comfortable level became apparent as he'd gently lower his head to stare at the floor. Unsure what she was getting at he assumed for the best to conserve his strength for his moment.
Kiharu smiled brightly at the man across from her, waiting patiently for the guard to return with the water she requested. The dim light of the cells made it hard for one who was not adapted to the darkness to see. However- she lived for centuries- perhaps even melennia in the darkness of Hueco Mundo's deserts. She could see every detail of the environment around her in this darkness- perhaps even better than the Shinigami.
"You know there's a rat scurrying around down the hall." she muttered softly. The guards only snorted in reply- only moving when the water she asked for was slid through the bars of her cell.
Time had begun to mean nothing to the Arrancar turned something else entirely. From the experiments and torture they'd put the two of them through to the seemingly centuries since she'd last breathed a breath of fresh air. Truly, Kiharu had lost touch with the reality outside of this tiny, dark, and dank cell. But it didn't stop her from wondering what might be above ground..
She scratched at the floor of her cell, feeling the cool dirt give away beneath her fingers. 'Isn't that odd.. this is supposed to be solid.'
The man attempted at best to watch Ki'haru, however his vision was obscured from the bindings placed across his head. Shaking it from side to side at her comment of things having a lacking of being solid.
With the comment of the rat a guard visibly shook itself before turning to motion to another. As the guards made their way down two of them held mouth pieces and masks to bind speech between the two. However as one of the guards approached the two there was a distinct rumble from above ground as dust slowly stippled from the ceiling tiles.
'something is going on...' He thought to himself as his weakened eye slowly opened to gauge the guards panicked reaction.
Kiharu wasn't lost on the fact that there was something happening. In fact she was taking advantage of it-- the guards were beginning to panic like deer meeting the headlights of a semi-truck on the highway. Her lips turned up and she giggled quietly. Something was happening and like hell she wasn't going to take advantage of the fact that the guards were panicking like herd animals.
"Ah- might not be a good idea, dear." she hummed quietly. Kiharu muttered to the guard as he approached. The ground beneath her shifted and she tugged at the chains. "Would be a pity to step wrong here." She smiled again, the guard stepped back noticing the ground cracking beneath his feet. Her eyes glinted with a sort of adrenaline induced high.
Grinning from beneath his wrappings in which he was bound 'freedom at -last-' he thought to himself as one of the nearby guards appeared to have wilted from within his armor as the rest attempted to gain control of the situation.
Just then a large chunk of the ceiling towards the end of the hall collapsed within itself, the guards in a sheer panic began to ran towards the stairs leading upwards into the rest of the facility leaving behind two guards, and the two captives. The freedom in which they have yearned for was soon to be.
Kiharu giggled, the innocent, demure looking Arrancar finding some sort of sadistic glee in the fact that her torturers and captors were now floundering for their own lives. Experimentally she tugged at the chains that bound her arms-- they came loose. Not out yet but loose enough for her to begin to jerk her arms free (though her chains would have to be dealt with later).
She nodded to her partner- the walls were beginning to destabilize making their bindings useless. Whatever happened aboveground was having dire consequences below. One final jerk of her right arm and it was free- Oh how /wonderful/ it felt for her to be able to move. Freedom, that's what they would gain on this day and the world would pay for its treachery against them.
The man across the way simply watched Kiharu's actions in freeing herself. This was great however in his attempts to move felt abit sluggish due to the recovery rate in which he was forced into by a torturous means. He could only exert himself through a reiatsu projection onto the other guard who was now a convulsing mass atop the floor.
Softly he'd begin to move his fingers underneath the thick leather strap, his one red tinted eye focused on the guards and the actions by Kiharu weighing the options there in and course of action.
Of course the guards noticed Kiharus break- they tried to stop her only to be greeted with a pair of heavy iron chains being swung at them and connecting with a sickening crack. The strength she could summon was immense- especially if it meant getting him out alive and safe.
Jerking a leg forward she began the process of slowly freeing herself to get to her still trapped partner. Her recovery rate hadn't been halted- she was like a parasite and those who interacted with her were gradually drained of their vital energy to mend wounds she sustained.
A frustrated grunt passed her lips- her chains on her legs weren't quite able to come out yet.
Softly watching her struggle motivated him to attempt a little bit harder. As one of the guards from inside of his own cell approached he tightened his person before releasing all of the tension he'd been gathering as the bindings that bound him to the chair appeared to have broke apart in a concussive wave of reiatsu. The force was so great it'd slam the guard into the cell bars creating nothing less then a sloppy mess on the floor.
Slowly from the dust and the rubble he'd rise, his free hands slowly articulating across the leather mask they'd place across his face. His blackened nails sliding softly around the wrapping as he'd undo the mask to speak.
"Come.. Ki'haru" His eyes slowly focused on the last remaining guard who was focused on Kiharu. Nihl muttered as he'd step through the broken cell bars to grab the guard by the neck. Immediately the guard found himself thrashing about in a irritated fashion as he'd attempt at best to save himself.
Kiharu finally jerked her legs free- chains dragging behind her as a brutal reminder of just how much time she's spent in the dark. Stepping forward the iron scraped against the ground, creating an eerie echoing sound in the crumbled hall.
Kiharu reached for his hand with the slightest of smiles. His words brought hope to her- and while they would never be the people they were in the past- before this- she could enjoy the now.
"Freedom after so long- don't you think they should pay for their crimes?" Kiharu arched a brow and her small smile curved upward in a wider grin. It had been far too long for her- far too long since she'd heard his voice.
"Nihl- we could make them kneel before us."
Feeling her hand into his brought a feeling from the past, a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time. However her words of revenge sought some truth he felt something tug onto his heart, something that allowed him to focus more on the task at hand. "Whatever is occurring above us will be our vengeance, our marker and harbinger of things to come. We will need to rest, recover, find the others who've been wrought as we... Our day will come, our time to exact the vengeance of a thousands years under this mountain to rot.. But that is not today."
Nihl's words echoed as a dozen more guards came running forward at the top the stairs at the ready with spears and things of the like.
"Allow me to clear a path to our freedom."
Nihl narrated as he stepped forward, releasing her hand before placing one bare foot against the stone stair.
Panic struck the guards as they'd charge down the steps in a regular fashion however as each guard got near him they'd simply fall over dead, perhaps his movements were simply too fast yet it appeared flawless and effortless in motion. "Let us not dally Kiharu." He'd grin softly as his fingers gripped a door handle and swung it open, sunlight filling the chambers from above with the flashings of combat further along the mountain side.
The arrancar smiled- glee in her eyes as they walked from the crumbling hall. It had been thousands of years since she'd felt his hand in hers. Not since those nights in Hueco Mundos desert. Initially they had been housed together- one guard taking pity on the lovers.
But they were separated after the torture began. The only thing steeling their resolve against their captors was each other and they sought to take that from them. Kiharu watched Nihl clear a path for them- stepping on the bodies and remnants of dead shinigami as they ascended.
"Just as bright as I remember." She beamed- though the sun did hurt her eyes- she was so used to the dark that she was momentarily blinded by the sudden adjustment.
Glinting with admiration as the wind parted his hair however unnatural Nihl had appeared now. His hair a bleached white, her skin almost a bleached bone tone, his eyes now a jet black with red iris' and his fingernails black. From years of torture his body had become warped and his body adjusted in however way possible. Yet the wind felt nice...
Turning to address an armada of Shinigami arriving Nihl stepped between them and Kiharu, "Tell me.. Shinigami. How familiar are you with the Dongai?" His inquiry fell on deaf ears as with a single wave of his hand a portal emerged from beneath the Shinigami and the captives now free. Their home would have to reside between realms.
As they fell he'd grab onto Kiharu's hand to guide her softly, using what was left of his reiatsu to find a stable placement upon the ground someplace safe and away from the eyes of the Seireitei and Heuco Mundo. Someplace they could formulate their next move, or perhaps spend time until the time was right. Whatever destroyed their prison they'd surely owe thanks to, but they shan't waste this opportunity he thought.
With thus, the Seireitei's blackest night was unleashed...
]Deep down, locked away from Soul Society underneath the once tall and proud Hyogyokou Hill lay the first prison ever built by the Shinigami. Predating the Gotei 13 this prison was all but lost to those of the highest command rarely spoken of and barely remembered by those of power. It's records were sealed within a black tome held within the Ichibantai underneath lock and key. All reports leading into this facility were strictly black book and off limits and was often referred to on a need to know basis.
The prison itself was twelve stories deep and what once at one point housed only a handful of those who were deemed so criminal and detrimental to the existence of the Shinigami and Hollow that they were to remain under lock and key. Much alike Aizen Sousuke would've been housed had the prison remained public knowledge for those seeking retribution for his crimes. However the population of this mother "Maggot's Nest" was that of two. Two single, souls deemed so dangerous to the fundamental existence of the Seireitei, Heuco Mundo, Soul King's palace and human realm remained. Bound by each story in a wrought iron gate with master level seals held in place by the Kami gate atop each stairwell at the very bottom was two cells.
Guarded by a handful of the strongest and most brave Shinigami, sworn to uphold their life to nothing other than a constant vigil over the dangerous two held within. One of which closely resembled that of a young adult. Unlike many prisoners that the Shinigami had held this one often played the role of a victim and that of a delicate flower yet her presence alone in the cell was enough of a testament against it. The second was a man with white hair, a muzzle and shackled into a chair much alike the treatment of Aizen Sousuke.
Years faded into centuries, centuries faded into a millenium as they sat under constant vigil. Rarely a word was spoken from the man to the young adult due to the bindings he wore, his hair stark white through the torture he had endured on behalf of the Seireitei in an attempt in extracting information under something he had known. However somewhere along the way all reason became lost as the torture itself had warped the once man of the Seireitei into this phantasmal shell of what he once way. White hair, black nails and a singular blackened eye was all that was visible from the mask he wore.
However something felt.. Amiss. However this day felt.. different to some extent. The two innermost guards weren't present. Not as if he could see but he felt it, 'they've grown relaxed...' he thought as one eye opened. A blackened whites of his eye glinted with a red tinged iris as the eye focused directly forward to the cell across the way searching for the occupant.
Deep within the recesses of her own cell sat a young girl- looking no more than 17 at the moment. Her hair gently fell over her shoulders and she definitely didn't look to be the type to be a prisoner. Shuffling forward- giving away her movement with the sound of chains, the twisted former Arrancar alerted the guards to her cell with a smile.
Upon coming into the light she gave her captors an oddly-- if not unsettlingly genial smile. The guards grumbled and watched her warily, perhaps they didn't realize she was looking right past them smiling at the occupant of the cell opposite of her. It's like she hasn't seen him in a long time- as if they'd been separated for centuries.
"Good morning, Hanji-san, Koro-san. Do you think you could get this prisoner some water?"
Perhaps her innocence and unassuming appearance had lulled the guards into a false sense of security with her as one of them left to retrieve her water. She shifted as far forward as her chains would allow (which really wasn't far at all.) This day was different, she knew it- there were three less guards now and those bars looked awfully fragile.
Having just been escorted back from another series of progressive therapy as the officials would have labeled it the man bound by the thick straps appeared less then mobile granted his feet bore quite a-bit of blood along the digits.
Softly he felt his mind become at ease when he was able to catch a glimpse from the lady in the other cell, something of a relief to hear her voice as if wind through the tree's in nature itself.
'how free...' He thought, bringing himself back to the days in Heuco Mundo when he first met this lady something unique. She never bore the mask of a hollow yet the stature of a Shinigmai so why too was she considered an enemy...
However his thoughtful dreams of a day long past was cut short as a gentle rumble of footsteps came closer to the cells, more guards to reinforce the limits to a comfortable level became apparent as he'd gently lower his head to stare at the floor. Unsure what she was getting at he assumed for the best to conserve his strength for his moment.
Kiharu smiled brightly at the man across from her, waiting patiently for the guard to return with the water she requested. The dim light of the cells made it hard for one who was not adapted to the darkness to see. However- she lived for centuries- perhaps even melennia in the darkness of Hueco Mundo's deserts. She could see every detail of the environment around her in this darkness- perhaps even better than the Shinigami.
"You know there's a rat scurrying around down the hall." she muttered softly. The guards only snorted in reply- only moving when the water she asked for was slid through the bars of her cell.
Time had begun to mean nothing to the Arrancar turned something else entirely. From the experiments and torture they'd put the two of them through to the seemingly centuries since she'd last breathed a breath of fresh air. Truly, Kiharu had lost touch with the reality outside of this tiny, dark, and dank cell. But it didn't stop her from wondering what might be above ground..
She scratched at the floor of her cell, feeling the cool dirt give away beneath her fingers. 'Isn't that odd.. this is supposed to be solid.'
The man attempted at best to watch Ki'haru, however his vision was obscured from the bindings placed across his head. Shaking it from side to side at her comment of things having a lacking of being solid.
With the comment of the rat a guard visibly shook itself before turning to motion to another. As the guards made their way down two of them held mouth pieces and masks to bind speech between the two. However as one of the guards approached the two there was a distinct rumble from above ground as dust slowly stippled from the ceiling tiles.
'something is going on...' He thought to himself as his weakened eye slowly opened to gauge the guards panicked reaction.
Kiharu wasn't lost on the fact that there was something happening. In fact she was taking advantage of it-- the guards were beginning to panic like deer meeting the headlights of a semi-truck on the highway. Her lips turned up and she giggled quietly. Something was happening and like hell she wasn't going to take advantage of the fact that the guards were panicking like herd animals.
"Ah- might not be a good idea, dear." she hummed quietly. Kiharu muttered to the guard as he approached. The ground beneath her shifted and she tugged at the chains. "Would be a pity to step wrong here." She smiled again, the guard stepped back noticing the ground cracking beneath his feet. Her eyes glinted with a sort of adrenaline induced high.
Grinning from beneath his wrappings in which he was bound 'freedom at -last-' he thought to himself as one of the nearby guards appeared to have wilted from within his armor as the rest attempted to gain control of the situation.
Just then a large chunk of the ceiling towards the end of the hall collapsed within itself, the guards in a sheer panic began to ran towards the stairs leading upwards into the rest of the facility leaving behind two guards, and the two captives. The freedom in which they have yearned for was soon to be.
Kiharu giggled, the innocent, demure looking Arrancar finding some sort of sadistic glee in the fact that her torturers and captors were now floundering for their own lives. Experimentally she tugged at the chains that bound her arms-- they came loose. Not out yet but loose enough for her to begin to jerk her arms free (though her chains would have to be dealt with later).
She nodded to her partner- the walls were beginning to destabilize making their bindings useless. Whatever happened aboveground was having dire consequences below. One final jerk of her right arm and it was free- Oh how /wonderful/ it felt for her to be able to move. Freedom, that's what they would gain on this day and the world would pay for its treachery against them.
The man across the way simply watched Kiharu's actions in freeing herself. This was great however in his attempts to move felt abit sluggish due to the recovery rate in which he was forced into by a torturous means. He could only exert himself through a reiatsu projection onto the other guard who was now a convulsing mass atop the floor.
Softly he'd begin to move his fingers underneath the thick leather strap, his one red tinted eye focused on the guards and the actions by Kiharu weighing the options there in and course of action.
Of course the guards noticed Kiharus break- they tried to stop her only to be greeted with a pair of heavy iron chains being swung at them and connecting with a sickening crack. The strength she could summon was immense- especially if it meant getting him out alive and safe.
Jerking a leg forward she began the process of slowly freeing herself to get to her still trapped partner. Her recovery rate hadn't been halted- she was like a parasite and those who interacted with her were gradually drained of their vital energy to mend wounds she sustained.
A frustrated grunt passed her lips- her chains on her legs weren't quite able to come out yet.
Softly watching her struggle motivated him to attempt a little bit harder. As one of the guards from inside of his own cell approached he tightened his person before releasing all of the tension he'd been gathering as the bindings that bound him to the chair appeared to have broke apart in a concussive wave of reiatsu. The force was so great it'd slam the guard into the cell bars creating nothing less then a sloppy mess on the floor.
Slowly from the dust and the rubble he'd rise, his free hands slowly articulating across the leather mask they'd place across his face. His blackened nails sliding softly around the wrapping as he'd undo the mask to speak.
"Come.. Ki'haru" His eyes slowly focused on the last remaining guard who was focused on Kiharu. Nihl muttered as he'd step through the broken cell bars to grab the guard by the neck. Immediately the guard found himself thrashing about in a irritated fashion as he'd attempt at best to save himself.
Kiharu finally jerked her legs free- chains dragging behind her as a brutal reminder of just how much time she's spent in the dark. Stepping forward the iron scraped against the ground, creating an eerie echoing sound in the crumbled hall.
Kiharu reached for his hand with the slightest of smiles. His words brought hope to her- and while they would never be the people they were in the past- before this- she could enjoy the now.
"Freedom after so long- don't you think they should pay for their crimes?" Kiharu arched a brow and her small smile curved upward in a wider grin. It had been far too long for her- far too long since she'd heard his voice.
"Nihl- we could make them kneel before us."
Feeling her hand into his brought a feeling from the past, a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite some time. However her words of revenge sought some truth he felt something tug onto his heart, something that allowed him to focus more on the task at hand. "Whatever is occurring above us will be our vengeance, our marker and harbinger of things to come. We will need to rest, recover, find the others who've been wrought as we... Our day will come, our time to exact the vengeance of a thousands years under this mountain to rot.. But that is not today."
Nihl's words echoed as a dozen more guards came running forward at the top the stairs at the ready with spears and things of the like.
"Allow me to clear a path to our freedom."
Nihl narrated as he stepped forward, releasing her hand before placing one bare foot against the stone stair.
Panic struck the guards as they'd charge down the steps in a regular fashion however as each guard got near him they'd simply fall over dead, perhaps his movements were simply too fast yet it appeared flawless and effortless in motion. "Let us not dally Kiharu." He'd grin softly as his fingers gripped a door handle and swung it open, sunlight filling the chambers from above with the flashings of combat further along the mountain side.
The arrancar smiled- glee in her eyes as they walked from the crumbling hall. It had been thousands of years since she'd felt his hand in hers. Not since those nights in Hueco Mundos desert. Initially they had been housed together- one guard taking pity on the lovers.
But they were separated after the torture began. The only thing steeling their resolve against their captors was each other and they sought to take that from them. Kiharu watched Nihl clear a path for them- stepping on the bodies and remnants of dead shinigami as they ascended.
"Just as bright as I remember." She beamed- though the sun did hurt her eyes- she was so used to the dark that she was momentarily blinded by the sudden adjustment.
Glinting with admiration as the wind parted his hair however unnatural Nihl had appeared now. His hair a bleached white, her skin almost a bleached bone tone, his eyes now a jet black with red iris' and his fingernails black. From years of torture his body had become warped and his body adjusted in however way possible. Yet the wind felt nice...
Turning to address an armada of Shinigami arriving Nihl stepped between them and Kiharu, "Tell me.. Shinigami. How familiar are you with the Dongai?" His inquiry fell on deaf ears as with a single wave of his hand a portal emerged from beneath the Shinigami and the captives now free. Their home would have to reside between realms.
As they fell he'd grab onto Kiharu's hand to guide her softly, using what was left of his reiatsu to find a stable placement upon the ground someplace safe and away from the eyes of the Seireitei and Heuco Mundo. Someplace they could formulate their next move, or perhaps spend time until the time was right. Whatever destroyed their prison they'd surely owe thanks to, but they shan't waste this opportunity he thought.
With thus, the Seireitei's blackest night was unleashed...