La Cosa [Thing]

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

The wasteland… Feeling her lip curl as she was confronted by the wicked winds and the sand which was carried upon them as she marched into the dull desert which surrounded the slightly more bearable settlements of Hueco Mundo in footwear which barely seemed appropriate, Nancy Nouveau shook her head and hair as she felt a blast of grains which across her, and then let loose a sigh as she tried to recall how she had lived in this scenario for so very long.
How I have missed her…? Certainly not feeling she had been as encumbered by her setting way back when as she was now, the fair femme pushed her hands back through those well coiled dresses to push the dust out of them, and then brushed the same away from the pristine whiteness she sported across her frame as well. Though, sufficed to say, she was not enjoying herself.

“Hm.” Rather fancying the idea of heading somewhere for a nice, long and scented dip in a pool of warm water rather than confronting such hostility, unfortunately one ill placed joke had seemed to earn her the kind of contempt which saw her presented with 'exciting opportunities' like this one, to be frank she would have much rather set out in search of the proverbial wild goose than the quarry she had today, but one supposed that was the point.
How does one snag the unknown…? Presented with an impossible task in order to no doubt remind her of her place, in a manner similar to the perfect bowel movement or expression of erotica this was the kind of prize that one would know only when one saw it, and that meant that she had been doomed to walk the sands in her best set of heels knowing she would return a failure and a fool.

I should have brought a rabbit… Seeming to only know in fact that whatever it was that she sought to seize in the name of the demonic prince who ruled this area had something of an appetite, and not even that wholly confirmed, it occurred to her that her current expedition would have gone a lot more smoothly if she had some kind of bait to decorate her hook with, and then it hit her; she was in the right place to find that.
One of the mindless droves will have to do, no~? Remembering that these wastes were just the kind of place that one might find a lamb fat or fit for slaughter, suddenly a smile washed over her face as she began to realize she could be looking for something entirely normal, and then using that to draw this mysterious monster toward her. After all, in the worst case even this was all a bust, she would have something to snack on for the way home, no~?

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[snowman]

The smooth dunes of white sand didn't bring much discomfort to the... Thing, itself. There's not much else, honestly, to compare to it. The Wasteland will and most likely always be their main dwelling. That said, such a place would always test it. No matter how long it has lived. That much was guaranteed as it stomped across the dust of the realm.

There isn't much of a direction for it to follow. Well, except for the painfully basic. The ones likely unneeded to be stated unless someone had a martyr complex. The Thing very much knew they did not have such an affliction, even if it only vividly comprehended what it was in its mind. Technically minds, but it was starting to get aimless in its tapestry of loose thoughts.

What was it doing again? Ah, yes. They're simply marching on the sands, armor a healthy disgusting green, and smell a much more vile in sensation following it. There's not much to note besides that. Well, except maybe the equally wretched Scythe. Not even its weapon is given a grace of normalcy.

This Thing truly didn't follow the compass of commonality. But it did matter? No, not really. The most intelligent thing even close to it was usually the untamed hoard within it, even if that was stretching the brightness of the majority of Creatures.

No one could really be the judge of it as it travels the sands in silence. The sandy wind itself was a minor comfort, as each grain stuck to its armor and skin. It was a soft reminder of itself. However little it was in the end.

The Thing continues to march without a plan. Not much else to say to such a stinking mass.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Well, well, well… The pursuit of more conventional prey seeming to provide Miss Nouveau with a much easier time of things than the effort to bring herself to whatever it was she was seeking here, the simple understanding which she had of what she had once been and what all of her breed had come from provided her with an insight beyond the common hunter in human worlds, and demonstrated an imagination and experience which brought a smile to her face when she saw something bounding across the sand from beyond the dune she was perched on.
This should make as good a lamb for slaughter as any~? Masking her presence for the moment through means that she had become rather skilled with in her own time as a desert drifter and finding her lips curling as she took in the sight of something crude and thin, while it was certainly far from anything in appearance that one might take after for sustenance in any other world it seemed the perfect target for a woman like her, and not least because it actually looked rather pathetic.

Let's see here… All too aware of just how cannibalistic her forebears tended to be and just how eagerly they flocked to devour those who couldn't defend themselves, if what was to be believed of this creature she sought was true then it was even more animal than anything she remembered herself or others being, and as such only more prone to acting on those baser instincts, right?
“Bala Amora~!” For that reason the blanched beauty opting to make an effort to rustle up something with which she might make their introduction a little more inviting, she raised a digit before herself and then allowed a cascade of heart-shaped bullets across the area in which her would-be worm seemed to be lingering, though less in an effort to fell the fiend than she did to wound it and compel it into action.

Run, Rabbit, Run~ Oh too predictably it seeming that her action had the purpose she desired as well, it did not take all that much recognition of her presence and the bearing which came along with it for the creature to snarl, but all too soon after a taste of her barrage was it turning upon its tail and running on four spindly but mismatched limbs which did not aid locomotion to any great degree.
No harm in having a little fun, right~? This a fact which did not disappoint the fair fox either and if anything seeming to prompt just a little bit of glee from her, with a little clap of her hands a feeling of joy at her boredom being broken did Nancy break into her own little jog as she pursued her prey, bearing her teeth all the while in a smile as she began to stride through the desert again in a manner which she hadn't done in years…

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[snowman]

The Thing continued to march without tiring. The hefty winds their only company. The Dusty dunes unchanging as it wandered without pause. There's honestly not much else to say. Hueco Mundo always has been a dull place majority of the time.

Boom Boom Boom Bo-

Emphasis on the majority.

The Body turned to face the distance. They hadn't really noticed the signature until now. The Flesh did have a lackluster ability with Reiatsu... Or was it called Reiryoku? The tick-tock of the Collective guided toward the latter. It grumbled a bit after finding the answer, primarily because of the minority that declared Reiastu. They were rather miffed at being wr-

Right.

They was starting to seep into the static. Its gaze flickered back to life as it tried to focus on the disturbed sands. It's strange how reality seemed to slow when it drew back. It felt like only a split second had passed once they had completed the mental journey.

It probably had been half a second before the Body was wrangled back into focus.

What was it doing again? Ah, yes.

It was watching something it couldn't really sense beat up something else it couldn't really sense. How did it know if it couldn't sense them?

It could smell the blood of the wounded one from this distance. It's relatively easy when your average fragrance is between vomit and vomit. The scent of Iron starts to stick out in such an environment for those who cared about such things. The said environment was starting to get especially green with poisonous smog.

The winds must've taken pause... Too bad The Thing itself didn't have such a luxury. The knitted carapace creaks a bit as the Body angles itself to the source. Their legs grind against the sand.

It makes its way to the booms. The strong did hold quite a curiosity that couldn't be contained, even if thousands of animals screamed no.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Amazing what a little fight or flight might bring out in a monster, hm? The blanched belle seeming to be genuinely amused by how the shambling creature seemed to hobble about with so very much effort, as if it's life seemed to depend upon it even, a spot of well used sonido meant that we now found Nancy standing on an invisible platform in the air, just above the eyeline of her victim without straying too far atop it and spoiling her view of the event she had conjured below.
No, no, not too far~ Finding a sense of amusement by drinking in the reishi in the air and then expelling it to make sure that the gangly thing did not get too far from her by shooting at the ground before it and stirring up the sand as a result of pitter and patter of her lovable bullets, in time she seemed to have whipped up a 'pen' of sound clouds which she was slowly closing around the critter with a smile on her face, and a mind to measure her shots as to not wound it too much more than she already had. At least for the next few seconds, that was.

Perhaps I missed my calling as a little shepherdess~? Almost seeming a beneficence in her task in fact, or at least the feeling of a job which had been rather well done, for a moment the fair fox contemplated suggesting the idea of raising stocks of low level hollows like this one in much the same way those in the human world dealt with their cattle, but ultimately sensed it was something she had little will to see through.
No, I'd grow tired of doing this every day, wouldn't I…? Already noting that her enjoyment of such a task seemed to be diminishing with every volley which she sent down across the brow of the beast, while it was an entertaining distraction on a dull day ultimately it would become too much of a chore even if she managed to build the amenities to ease her task, and as such suspected that this was the very reason others of her ilk had never taken to such a notion.

Think I should put the wretch out of its misery? Such recognition only seeming to deplete her tolerance for what she was doing all the more and mean that her aim became closer still on the lumbering creature below, after a breath and a roll of her eye the lass adjusted her aim to follow it directly instead, and wondered if her true prize would prove more of an amusement for her to behold? Maybe? Assuming she could find it, of course…

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[snowman]

The Thing lumbered throughout the desert without much thought. Well. There was thought, but it was too scrambled and chaotic to count. But what is infallible is the subtle scraping of his corpse armor. It's certainly a barbaric practice, using the dead for one's own benefit. But they couldn't really complain, could they? Dead and all that buzz.

It certainly is what separated Them from the armour. The beating of... Did It even have a heart? They did remember having a hole somewhere in Their chest. What did a heart mean anyways? It did know a heart pumped blood. They did have blood but no heart to pump it around? That certainly is confusing. But perhaps it held a symbolic meaning? That held some weight as Many did nod mindlessly to the conjured idea. But why would Their biology have such a design?

Time seemed to draw longer as each step left footprints on the sand, each a symbol of a thought left to decay without hesitation. It took Them many moments, but... They held no heart to care anymore. That probably would explain why They couldn't exactly bring themselves to aid the Hollow. It was a messy affair in its head. Not for the morally right reasons, but fo-

How far did it walk? They turned to look behind itself. That... Was quite the distance.

They were likely on auto-pilot again while thinking about hearts. They often did have episodes where Their barely scraped together Mind melted into nothing of structure, becoming a simple shambling creature much like the pre-evolutions before it as the collective lost their grip.

It's honestly pure luck He hadn't charged in at that moment to end the Poor creature.

BOO-

The Creatures wrangled the head upwards. The fragment of the memory allows focus to be applied once more. It stared up at the floating creature.

Did the other one notice it walking close enough for sight?

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

What is…? The vantage of the vixen allowing her to see the shadow of something lurch into her playground, while she had derided her first little 'guest' for being somewhat shambling in its manner the appearance of what could only be described as a thing appeared to wholly redefine such a term, and seemed to steal her interest in it away for that reason.
“Aw, you found a friend to come and play~?” Holding back on the blow that would have finished her first little playmate on account of the diversion and speaking up in a condescending tone because of that, typical wisdom born of hundreds of years of experience as a hollow told Miss Nouveau that this new entrant into her game was even more feeble than the one she had trapped before, since their breed seemed to become more and more humanized the more advanced they became. Like an inclination toward sophistication inherent in their design system, or something?

“Well, let's not stand on ceremony, hm~?” For that reason the fair fox seeming to mistake the strangeness which she saw as the lowest of the low bottom feeder for at least a moment, Nancy couldn't help but note a curiosity toward how such a shambolic entity would fare in the little game which she had been playing, and for that reason steadied her aim upon it as she allowed her first victim to limp away from this moment of entertain. Though, as she did so something strange occurred to her, which was almost literally smacking her right in the face.

Never seen a Hollow… Quite like that one…? Licking her lips for a moment as she contemplated just what sort of whimpers and wails she might manage to stir from such an unidentifiable mess and then it hitting her that this was a creation like any other, though it had taken her a second to notice she would have had to admit that even she with her so artful mind for wit would have a grain of difficulty describing it, and that seemed to nudge her toward realization.
Could that be…? Relaxing her aim a little on account of such an astute observation even if it had been a little delayed, more liberal thinking might have fooled her into thinking that such indiscernible character suited what she had been sent here to search for, and even if not exactly what she sought could perhaps be used in its place! Hooray, great success!

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[snowman]

The Thing started a chaotic appraisal following the staredown. The details of her Beauty were lost upon It, but perhaps a Few were swayed within It. They were animals in the end, not emotionless robotic creatures. That designation belongs to the Thing itself, but unfortunately. The sway of the Numerous still commanded Its flesh.

That sway was a simple trek out, away from the other One. The flesh of the lesser Hollow tumbling away did not tingle Their desire quite yet. The uneasiness of Another pulled such Sensations away for now. Besides, it would be of benefit to wait for others to approach the wounded Hollow before Itself.

The perfect bait for other Hollows to hunt down, giving a more bountiful harvest at the end of the prolonged starvation. But that didn't matter if They were busy being dead. That much was certain, and They intended to avoid such a thing, grinding Their flesh boots against the sand. It could smell the air becoming more Rotten. It was a matter of time before They got a whiff of It.

There's not much else to say as It begins to walk away, movements stiff and calculated. The Sway was in full effect. There's not much else to do than to follow the Tide and walk away while keeping an eye out for the Palio. Their weapon unsheathed from their back and gripped with prepared Purpose as They wrangled Them away.

It was fortunate for peace and silence around the area. That the Thing itself wasn't quite spiritually or tactically adept yet to notice the Sign of aiming and arming of a Cero attack.

[Jessu]

What's the matter? Afraid You Might Like it~?

Nancy Nouveau

Did it come her because of the prospect of a kill or the commotion…? The aim of the vixen seeming to lower still as she watched the oddity with intrigue, while Nancy wasn't sure exactly how she expected a creature like this to behave she was at the very least excited by the puzzle it presented her for discovery, and as such couldn't help but want to push through a conclusion or two in this little experiment she was conducting here.
Only one way to find out…? For that reason allowing her eye and hand to drift away from the strangeness of a moment and back to the beast she had bullied and bloodied before a quick use of sonido allowed her to gain upon that strange and uneven movement, and at last did she set her aim to stall it for good. I mean, she had her fun, but now there were greater ambitions at play, no~?

Sorry, Rabbit. Letting loose another bombardment of focused reishi in order to further the misery of her bait that little bit more, had she a little more compassion then perhaps she might have gone for the kill outright or felt something akin to genuine remorse for what she was doing, but instead she merely left it crippled and close to death to tempt the strangeness instead with little worry or guilt for her act. After all, compared to here, it was just like pulling the wings from a beetle, right?
Let's see…? Certainly curious to note meanwhile whether such a creature could be coerced in such a manner and also given how abstract it appeared if it could be tamed, she had to admit that such uniqueness would be welcome in any court of the espada, and perhaps if she played her cards right as well could be poised perfectly to undermine one as well, right~? One should be careful what they wished for, no~?

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