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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:27 pm
Mountains that were formed thousands of years ago. The origins of its discovery are unknown. Members of the Seireitei may come here to focus on survival training or to enjoy the extreme cold climate of the mountain. At random points on the mountain there are hidden temples and ruins. There different sections for certain purposes. Eastern is used for survival training. North used for meditation and concentration. West for practice and training. South for relaxation and enjoying the climate.  Eastern Section  Northern Section  Western Section  Southern Section
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 9:08 pm
 "The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
 ~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Making his way up the mountain Voltarion surprisingly didn't need his crutches. The pain in his leg stopped once he left the hospital so he left them in his room. Letting out a deep sigh Volt made his way to the northern part of the mountains. Thinking hard on the other man in Yuki`s sanctuary he shook his head and kept moving. Making his way up the mountain he made it to his destination in a mere twenty minutes. Looking around he walked into the ruins finding a small circular tower about forty feet in the air. Surprisingly it stood and nothing of it gave way as of yet. Making his way up the tower he reached the top and sat down and began to meditate deeply. Concentrating on Yuki`s inner world. Within moments Volt was in and looking around the small temple he was in again. Seeing Yuki and the other figure Volt began walking towards them reaching them rather quickly he looked mainly at Yuki who for once seemed happy to see Voltarion. Looking at the man next to her he looked like a complete white version Voltarion taken back by this Volts eyes widened. Recovering his composure he quickly spoke. "So your my inner hollow i take it?" Smirking Volt crossed his arms and waited for a response from him. "Why yes...I am but i do have a name you know. Nakazora furosuto." His voice was cold and raspy like metal on metal scraping against one another. Making a small bow Volt spoke again. "Well nice to meet you then." He spoke with a cocky tone in his voice. Shutting up he leaned back and let Yuki and Naka mumble and whisper about.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 9:42 pm
I am the prince of all grim reality...Skothantos Skothantos had left Hueco Mundo and decided to embark on a self emposed and temporarily short exile from the Sereitei, retaining his position in the Gotei 13. He went here on accident and wished to be somewhere else, especially in a situation where his demons are acting out of control and wanting to completely consume himself and his soul, leaving nothing more than a drooling beast bent on murder, change, lust, and despair. He was scared that this would occur in his mind and that he would at least have those visions in his head and at worst, a horrid and permenant mutuation that is incurable. No matter how much Kiyoko justified their existence, they were demons driving him to insanity and self ruination. It was several minutes and no demons were trying to drive him to insanity, so he thought it meant something happened. However, as soon as he went near a ledge, he gained a strange vision: he was being lifted into the air and when he went down, nothing but blood was left of Skothantos. In several minutes, a gigantic beast arose which was a horridly mutuated Skothantos. The vision scared him and he was close to falling as a result of that. Unbeknownst to him, though, it was an exaggerated mutuation of his body. Still, he was fortunate not to fall off the ledge...though, whispers came to his head and something formed on the side of his cheeks and his neck and he tried to push them back in, but when he did, they stung too bad. And the whispers were multiplying back into the quintillions of voices in his head that were driving him slowly to insanity. As soon as he did, he fell off the ledge and hit a boulder with his head, knocking him out cold. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:15 pm
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Breathing out Volt stood up straight and let himself fade from Yuki`s inner world. Standing he looked out over the edge of the tower. Placing a hand on his zanpakuto he drew it. "Let it snow." Letting his sword take shikai easily he held it down by his side and stepped off the edge. Slowly falling he lands on the ground with a thud. Swinging throguh the air snowflakes were produced. The air was already chilled and his sword made the chill chiller. Rushing forwards through the graveyard he jumped placing a foot on a tomb stone and pushed up and off into the air. About to slice down at a tree he see`s a man face down in the snow by the ledge. Stopping himself at the tree with his palm we walks over to him and rolls him over. "Well well well, Captain Skothantos." Placing a hand on the side of Skothantos`s face and started slapping it repeatedly. "Come on wake up Damn it. I don't have time for this." He spoke more annoyed then concerned.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:27 pm
I am the prince of all grim reality...SkothantosSkothantos' eyes remained closed, requiring someone to either splash water in his face or do fancy and flashy magic to wake him up. His face was concealed as well, but parts of his face were being revealed and the mask was being pealed off because of his mind being closed off from the real world and thus, he cannot manipulate shadows, consciously, leaving only what remains of the mask. He had that same vision of him becoming the bloodied beast, but that could not wake him up, rather it kept him even more asleep. Instead, his mind shifted to the dreary dream that he was in the presence of the Goddess, Razgriz, and that he was indeed the son no one knew of. The irony is that he was living his own tale of her legend, but it was far from over. If the tale was to occur to him, he wondered if he would face death (and revival) soon if that part of the legend be taken literally and not in figurative terms as he was figuring it. Still, it scared him what his terrible crime was to (or already was). Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:35 pm
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Shaking his head Volt cursed under his breath and brushed a few strands of hair from his face. Placing a hand to Skothantos`s chest he felt the heart still beating. Well he isn't dead so best might be to just try and wake him up with normal means. Grabbing Skothantos`s arm he shunpoed them back to the tower he was at and were he had put his supplies at so he could remain up here for an extended period. Taking out a small bottle of water he washed some over Skothantos`s face slipping it while he did so. "Come on man i really don't have time right now to play medic. Just because i can doesn't mean I want to right now." Speaking with a greater annoyance in his voice but still a slight respect for his superior.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:41 pm
I am the prince of all grim reality...SkothantosSkothantos awoke to find himself in area that wasn't quite as cold as the outdoors. He put a hand to his face and saw that his mask had completely peeled itself off. He shouted loudly, his voice sounding less distorted than usual, "Son of a b***h!"Skothantos put his head down, his hand on his face and looked at Voltarion, his face blank again with nothing but black all over it. He suddenly remembered that he was one of the few people ever to get to see his face (though it was on accident on Skothantos' part for attempting to claw out his own skull), but still kept the mask over his face as standard procedure when approaching people. He took a look around to get a good clearance on the environment then looked at Voltarion, but said nothing, having felt he said enough with his comment. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:49 pm
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Looking down at him he walks back over to his bag and pulls out a small bar of chocolate. Walking back to Skothantos he held the bar out to him. "Eat.....You need to put some sort of nutrient into your gullet." His voice was pretty much emotionless. Letting out a sigh he walked over to the other part of the wall of the tower they were in and looked out over the edge. Nothing was different except there was an artic fox walking throguh the headstones now. A small smile crept upon his face. He loved foxes.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:55 pm
I am the prince of all grim reality...SkothantosSkothantos took the candy bar and snapped it in half and tossed it behind him, showing utter disrespect and callousness to Voltarion's wishes. He stood up, the enormous titan standing at exactly 7 ft unsupported by his clothing or shoes, and looked down at Voltarion. "I do not hunger for human food as I am a Hollow. I lack the need for human food, but rather I thirst to drink souls."His mask started shifting in random directions to give off a menacing appearance to somewhat scare Voltarion, "Tell me, child, are you willing to give yours for me to drink from?"Skothantos spoke with a very elderly arrogance and a disconcerning dark humor towrads Voltarion. He was unknowingly sarcastic towards him, not needing to hunger for anything at all, since he evolved past the need of soul consumption, though he was acting serious to test and frighten Voltarion. Either that or he wanted to see him act out in aggression, both of which would only amuse the titan. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:12 am
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Looking up at Skothantos at first serious then chuckled. "If only i could my friend." He spoke with a slight irony through his voice. Placing a hand to his face he moved it and had his mask upon his face. placing a hand to it again he took it off. "Ive already died once." Placing a hand into his pocket he sighed and looked out over the edge. He needed to practice with his mask and with Yuki. Letting out another sigh he looked back at Skothantos. "You know you would be intimidating if I was a normal person. Unfortunately the one thing I feared I have been through so your out of options my friend." He spoke as if he was bored and dulled by the conversation.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:17 am
I am the prince of all grim reality...Skothantos"Act unaffected if you wish, but what I am is something to fear. The unknown is the one thing you will fear the most, Voltarion, this much I know."Skothantos' whisper carried about in the room and he looked outside at the fox. Immediately, Skothantos grew interested in it, wanting to grace it. As he could see, the fox had an enigmatic beauty behind it, something Skothantos wanted to make tangible. However, it was likely that the fox could not see him nor even sense him at all, so he backed off of it due to the fact he did not have a Gigai made into his image to use. Instead, he took one when he had a "problem" without thinking. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 12:25 am
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
Unknown this word rang in his head. He did not fear the unknown but instead wished to learn the unknown and adapt to the unknown. Letting out a sigh he looked back at the fox watching it pick at the head stone it had stopped at. Letting out a small smile he sighed and walked over to his bag and zipped it up and walked back to the edge of the tower and stepped off. Falling lightly to the ground he makes a slight thud again as he hits the ground. Walking off towards the fox he slips a piece of jerky from his sleeve into his hand. Letting the fox come into his hands he feeds it the jerky and smiles looking back at the tree he draws his zanpakuto again. Taking off he jumps atop a head stone and runs across the tops of them. Making his way he jumps off the last headstone and slams his zanpakuto down through 5 of its limbs. Kicking them aside into a pile he would use them for firewood later.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:38 pm
I am the prince of all grim reality...SkothantosWatching Voltarion act the way he did around the fox, this gave Skothantos a reason to interact with it, but still, he feared it would be afraid of him if his mask was on or off. Still, Voltarion had seen his face before so he took it off and he approached the fox, hoping it would not run away from him. Almost always, though, things such as animals ran in fear of him for reasons he did not know. He concluded that it was either his face or the aura he gave off or both of those things. He hoped the fox could tell he only wished to connect with it and try to connect back. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:20 pm
"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy are you..."
~::~ Voltarion ~::~
spinning his blade in his hand he slammed it horizontally into and through the tree completely. Watching as the tree fell over onto the pile of limbs. Letting out a sigh he looked behind him and sighed. Mumbling somthing under his breath he was tempted to use his mask now but held off his urge.
"...but on how happy others can be because of you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 9:40 am
I am the prince of all grim reality...SkothantosSkothantos moved closer to the fox and reached out his hand to it until something came onto his neck and it caused him to run back into the house. It was a random and annoying mutuation he had and he was having a hard time removing it from his neck. The elderly man looked back at the fox to see it leave, as if it never even noticed him just like what it seemed years ago...and for the first time, it wasn't fine with him. Theme...To be intertwined in eternal damnation.
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