Post by Firechild on Jun 17, 2009 2:11:22 GMT -4
A lone figure walks through the wasteland known as Heuco Mundo. Or the White Desert. His armored cloak blowing lightly in the breeze. His eyes glowed faintly in the colorless world, as he wandered without a mission. A massive scythe blade attached to his right forearm, his skull like mask and his overall aura of shadows gave any passer by the inclination you do NOT want to be on his bad side. This was the Vasto Lorde Rakugosha. More commonly known among Hollows as Shirakarite. The White Reaper. Easily among the most powerful of the Menos Grande, most cringe in fear at the site of him. Even some Adjuchas shirk away in fright. Being one of the few to survive the onslaught of the Vasto Lorde known only as Z. Having actually defeated the beast, he was revered by a group of Adjuchas called the Reapers as their leader. Raku spent some time thinking it over, and finally decided to lead them. Together they were the most unstoppable force in all of Hueco Mundo aside from Las Noches itself.
The White Reaper stood still a moment glancing in the direction of the White Fortress. He saw a door made of green light open briefly before vanishing into the black sky. "It would seem...The White Sands of Hueco Mundo has visitors..." Spoke the Vasto Lorde with a relatively calm and cheerful tone. As a few spirit levels of near Espada strength entered his vision, along with several others, the Vasto Lorde blinked a few times. "I would guess these are Shinigami..." Memories of what they did to him and his town when he was still in the world of the living flashed through his mind and he made the decision to observe them. He couldn't take on all of them at once, but if he could get one of the stronger of them alone, he may have a chance to deal a heavy blow to the lords of Soul Society. "This shall be...interesting." The Hollow grinned to himself, finally a little payback was in order.
As Shirakarite grew closer he could make out roughly their numbers. There were a good 2 or 3 dozen of them. All spread out in a circle to protect some of the others it would seem. And yet...the ones inside the circle were for the most part stronger then the ones on the outside. Raku found this strange, yet interesting. He was close to the party now, and could make out three figures with white coats. 2 grown men and a small child. Yet they all had very high levels of reietsu not unlike the strength of the high numbered Espada. Smaller hollow were indeed attacking the party. Raku observed them as they reached the white wall of Las Noches, and after several moments finally pierced the barrier. As they did so another gate opened, thanks to one of the white clad Shinigami. Several more of the robed swordsman entered the White Desert; including a few more white clad Shinigami. Then...they entered the white fortress, and right as everyone save the one shinigami who opened the second gate was within the depth of the White Fortress, was when Raku finally revealed himself. "I would welcome you to Hueco Mundo shinigami...if you were welcome here. But unfortunately you are not...Not many people ARE welcome here for that matter eh?" This Captain would probably think him arrogant...his calm and confident tone would probably be tribute to that.
The Vasto Lorde stretched from side to side as he considered his soon to be opponent. The man was strong...that much was certain, but just HOW strong? Shirakarite was about to find out.. "I'm Shirakarite...leader of the Menos group the Reapers." Turning so he was facing the Soul Reaper, he slid into a peculiar fighting stance that seemed to have very little openings. The blade on his arm was held out in front of him at the level of his chest while the other arm was in front of his face, his fist clenched. "I shall be your first, and last opponent here in Las Noches oh mighty Death God." The White Reaper cocked his head as he waited for the Soul Reaper to make the first move.
The White Reaper stood still a moment glancing in the direction of the White Fortress. He saw a door made of green light open briefly before vanishing into the black sky. "It would seem...The White Sands of Hueco Mundo has visitors..." Spoke the Vasto Lorde with a relatively calm and cheerful tone. As a few spirit levels of near Espada strength entered his vision, along with several others, the Vasto Lorde blinked a few times. "I would guess these are Shinigami..." Memories of what they did to him and his town when he was still in the world of the living flashed through his mind and he made the decision to observe them. He couldn't take on all of them at once, but if he could get one of the stronger of them alone, he may have a chance to deal a heavy blow to the lords of Soul Society. "This shall be...interesting." The Hollow grinned to himself, finally a little payback was in order.
As Shirakarite grew closer he could make out roughly their numbers. There were a good 2 or 3 dozen of them. All spread out in a circle to protect some of the others it would seem. And yet...the ones inside the circle were for the most part stronger then the ones on the outside. Raku found this strange, yet interesting. He was close to the party now, and could make out three figures with white coats. 2 grown men and a small child. Yet they all had very high levels of reietsu not unlike the strength of the high numbered Espada. Smaller hollow were indeed attacking the party. Raku observed them as they reached the white wall of Las Noches, and after several moments finally pierced the barrier. As they did so another gate opened, thanks to one of the white clad Shinigami. Several more of the robed swordsman entered the White Desert; including a few more white clad Shinigami. Then...they entered the white fortress, and right as everyone save the one shinigami who opened the second gate was within the depth of the White Fortress, was when Raku finally revealed himself. "I would welcome you to Hueco Mundo shinigami...if you were welcome here. But unfortunately you are not...Not many people ARE welcome here for that matter eh?" This Captain would probably think him arrogant...his calm and confident tone would probably be tribute to that.
The Vasto Lorde stretched from side to side as he considered his soon to be opponent. The man was strong...that much was certain, but just HOW strong? Shirakarite was about to find out.. "I'm Shirakarite...leader of the Menos group the Reapers." Turning so he was facing the Soul Reaper, he slid into a peculiar fighting stance that seemed to have very little openings. The blade on his arm was held out in front of him at the level of his chest while the other arm was in front of his face, his fist clenched. "I shall be your first, and last opponent here in Las Noches oh mighty Death God." The White Reaper cocked his head as he waited for the Soul Reaper to make the first move.