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Ugly Side

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Starrk could smell the mud in the air he shook his head, where was he? The man sat up in the muck and placed a hand on his forehead groaning to himself muttering under his breath. The man squinted the sun glaring across his blue eyes, it would seem the dawn had come, he was having trouble putting together the night before yet the beastly tracks behind where he had fallen did not lie. It had happened again last night, he couldn’t seem to even begin to stop it. The man growled under his breath groaning, his whole body hurt and he was begging to detect the scent of blood and rotting flesh from the remnants scattered on his arms mouth and chest.

No, the man could not remember what he had done the night before nor what the consequences had bee. Based on the evidence he sorely did not wish to.

The man stood and shook the mud off his torn shirt as best he could, before just giving up, he’d have to walk home...whichever way was home. Now that he thought about it and blinked around, Coyote had no idea where he was in fact the first thing that truly came into focus in the muddy clearing well it wasn’t a thing at all, it was a person he squinted and tensed gripping the bloody wound at his side, he didn’t know them.

“Mind your distance stranger, why don’t we both just forget we saw each other.”

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Avengers: Infinity War  {Sentence Starters}

“Only if I die.”

“Motherfu—!”

“I just feel you.”

“Really? Tears?”

“I don’t feel so good…”

“My only curse is you.“

“Kick names, take ass.“

“Families can be tough.”

“How many did you see?“

“He’ll die alone… as will you.”

“I hope they remember you.”

“Did you do it? What did it cost?”

“I like your plan. Except it sucks.”

“That means get lost, Squidward.”

“Yes. That’s what ‘kill you’ means.”

“A small price to pay for salvation.“

“A simple spell, but quite effective.“

“You should have gone for the head.”

“It’s alright. You could never hurt me.“

“Oh, we’re using our made-up names.”

“Why was she up there this whole time?!“

“What does this monster have to mourn?“

“You kill, and torture, and you call it mercy.”

“Does this chattering animal speak for you?“

“Please, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go—!”

“The hardest choices require the strongest will.“

“You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.”

“Well, if I’m wrong, then what more could I lose?“

“You may think this is suffering. No… it is salvation.”

“My movement… is so slow… that it’s imperceptible.“

“I stopped listening after you said, ‘We need a plan’.”

“Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

“You sure you’re up to this particular murder mission?”

“’Undying’? You should choose your words more carefully.”

“I know this is not a competition, but I’ve been through a lot.“

“Well, he’s never fought me. —– He’s never fought me twice.”

“I don’t know what’s.. I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Tell me she’s lying. ASSHOLE! TELL ME YOU DIDN’T DO IT!”

“Alright, let me ask you this one time: what master do you serve?“

“I’m sorry. Earth is closed today. So pack it up, and get out of here.“

“I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking permission.”

“He may be on the team. I don’t know. I haven’t been there in a while.“

“All my life I dreamed of a day, a moment, when you got what you deserved.”

“You failed. And do you want to know why? Because you love nothing. No one.”

“Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret… they are all tremendous motivators.“

“I’m the only one who knows that. At least, I’m the only one with the will to act on it.“

“I don’t want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?“

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.“

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send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

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A Journey to Nowhere || Starrk and Ryuken

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Ryuken saw the flinch as he approached and , honestly, couldn’t fault the other man for it. He’d been on the other side of that plenty of times before and being too prepared was always far better than not being quick enough on the uptake these days. He was all packed and ready to go though and, in Ryuken’s experience, that was only a positive sign. They could head out without delay, make the best of what passed for daylight in the wastes. There were a few settlements on the way. They would need to make the most of these while they could; give it a week and the memory of a warm bed and a good meal might well be all they had left at that point.

He didn’t bother with the formality of  good morning. They’d gone through all that kind of stuff the night before and his companion was well aware at this point that he was here. It was beneficial to both of them to get straight to business. He got his answer, and a question was asked in return, one which shouldn’t really have surprised him. So, he thought, the wonderer had a name and one he seemed pretty insistent on having used. If he was honest, Ryuken had long gotten out of the habit of learning first names. People didn’t stick around long enough for it to be worth it. In fact, there was a part of him who wanted to suggest that he’d bother with this man’s name only once he’d proved himself. He stopped though, accepting that the journey they were on was longer than most and a name might be handy once they headed further away from civilisation. Although that didn’t mean he was going to just hand this Coyote his name in return.

“Okay, fine – Coyote then. North it is”

The proposed plan was fine with Ryuken. The bridge being out was always a risk; it had never been the most stable structure and the event hadn’t exactly done much to improve that.  There’d been bad storms of late, worse, going by what Ryuken had heard, in the North and more than enough to bring down an already weakened structure. Going by what they’d spoken about the night before, Ryuken felt willing enough to believe that this man might know an alternative route, but still it would be better for the both of them if they could take the bridge and cross without incident.

He took a drag on the cigarette, observing quietly as Coyote took a long swig from a flask. He couldn’t blame him for needing a little Dutch courage, even if he personally preferred to keep a clear head. That was when he heard it; a shortening of his official title that made it lip curl just a little in irritation.

“Don’t call me doc”

It was a relief that there wasn’t an argument to be started about Coyote’s desire to simply use his given name. Still, the doctor kept his own to himself, that was fine by Starrk had there even been a refusal there wouldn’t have been an argument more of a ‘have it your way then’. He needed the doctor’s skills to get where he was going, so he was willing to comply with certain...shortcomings or undesirable behaviors if it got him to the end he sought. He simply started walking down the road so he missed the Doctor’s face but he certainly HEARD the expression in his tone about being called ‘doc’. It struck Starrk as odd he cared so much about title but not enough to give Starrk any OTHER kind of address still he would...at least TRY.

“I’ll do my best with that doc-ahem doctor.” that would take some getting used to he supposed but, so be it whatever made this journey less painful than it was already seeming. Still ‘pleasant’ traveling companions rarely had the stomach to last very long, so maybe the other man’s more tense personality was a good thing a mark of another sort of survivor. Starrk shoved his hands in his duster pockets and just started down the road, no announcement of departure, no need really he tended to agree with the other man’s unspoken opinion that they were past that. It was time to get going. The path was set, all questions answered at least that needed it now, there was no more time to waste debating.

The sky was clear yet Starrk felt a strange ache behind his left eye he stopped at the settlement gate and regarded the clear sky again.

“A storm’s coming. We better make tracks.” he didn’t explain how he knew, he just did, the air was changing he could just...feel it. Normally he would’ve dismissed it before yet the more he traveled the more he learned to trust most of his gut feelings no matter what things may look like in the moment. It would be a day or two until they saw the next settlement and almost a week before they reached the edge of settlements in the largest one they’d pass through then it was time to break west it was a straight shot at that point to where Starrk wished to go. But, a long straight line with no protection of society or walls until they reached the camp on the other side of the Valley.

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We’ll call this a general plotting call for both Starrk and Sung-Sun. Like this if you’d like me to hit you up to plot something out.

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Whispers: Unless you want anything specific kept I’m probably going to consider all my previous threads dropped.

[epaireart]

Espada Ranbu 

Espada means sword, doesn’t it? 

nyoameviet, remember when I said I would draw them

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Send 💧 to catch my Muse crying

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The Corpse

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Tsukishima smiled then, a genuine smile that was part relief and part curious delight that this creature wasn’t going to force him into playing a tedious charade that most would have insisted on. Then again, he did feel like a hollow, for all that he didn’t resemble one. Not a Fullbringer either though. Something else. Something interesting.

“Hm, if I’m strong enough?” The phrasing reminded Tsukishima a bit of Ginjou’s take on most problems. “If that’s the case, then this could be far more interesting than I expected.”

He pulled the bookmark from his book, tucked the book into his waistband at his back, then turned, crouched, and lifted the corpse into a fireman’s hold that left him with one free arm. The body was fresh enough that blood seeped from the wounds to soak into his shirt, but he ignored it. A twitch of his wrist, and his Fullbring lengthened into a katana. 

More out of curiosity than any real desire to do anything in particular, he used Fullbring to launch himself straight up and back at his fastest speed - invisible to all but the fastest of beings -, over the creature, to land behind him. The Fullbring came down with him, aiming for the creature’s shoulder.

Starrk’s eyes were fast enough to follow and the man’s simple item suddenly coming to life as a full length weapon certainly put him on edge. He drew one of his revolver’s he’d awoken with them in that form again and fired a cero, forcing the man to alter course enough tor Starrk to use his sonido to avoid the blade swing, a tension and slight anger entering his being.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing but it’s a bad idea. That body is none of my business I suggest you take it an leave or I won’t be responsible.” Starrk had been restraining his spiritual presence but, he released it now, the man didn’t seem the sort to be paralyzed by it however that wasn’t the Ex-Espada’s goal no, it was a warning.

Much like that first shot.

“You should reconsider your actions, while i still feel like humoring them.”

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desk-work-expert‌:

Nanao rolled her eyes, understanding his response but not liking it. Her correction of the word had been a necessary evil; an exercise in self-preservation some might have argued. They were stuck here together whether they liked it or not and, Nanao knew having to go much longer hearing that word used in that context, she probably wouldn’t be responsible for her actions. That didn’t mean he had to address such minor criticism with that kind of passive aggression. She was only trying to help after all. She shot him a piercing look, waiting for him to finish talking before replying.

“Perhaps, if you’re done with your little tantrum, we can move on from your questionable word use and focus on getting out of here”

She adjusted her glasses and stared round the desert vista, getting down to business by trying to suss out their bearings. She was at a loss however. This realm was as unfamiliar to her as the Seireitei would have been for him. He had the advantage here and Nanao knew it.

“What do you know about this place?” she asked, wondering why this somewhat obvious question hadn’t occurred to her until now “Do you have any idea how far we might be from Las Noches?”

Starrk had wandered the deserts of Heuco Mundo for longer than he’d frankly quite been himself. He ignored her offense to hsi reaction to her nit picking, for someone who had STARTED it she sure was defensive. Man, he sounded like Lilynette, he shook his head and dropped it all together looking around, and smelling the air.

It was Heuco Mundo, or at least it seemed to be but, something smelled off in the air, something wasn’t right. He stepped past the smaller woman for a moment, looking out at the expanse past her, it wasn’t that he expected to recognize every inch of the desert it was just this feeling it gave him. This deep twist of uncertainty in his gut. Starrk looked up at the moon, that still felt right, so maybe they weren’t completely out of the realm he knew.

Still something was wrong, he had been quiet for quite some time before looking over this shoulder at the bespectacled woman.

“No, I don’t know how far it is, I don’t know where we are. My best guess is we’re in the farthest reaches of Heuco Mundo before it falls off into lord knows what else. I don’t recognize it.” at least, he’d never been here as he was now.

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The Edge of Town

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akonabides‌:

“A man cursed by beasthood named Coyote? It seems the fates are not kind to you,” Akon mused, chuckling dryly to himself. A pipe hung loosely from his lips now, the smoke rising slowly from it as he fidgeted.

“Well, Coyote, I hate to be inhospitable, but…” he trailed off, motioning vaguely to the man’s bindings. “I’d rather have confidence that you will not revert to how you were when we met a bit ago. You understand, yes?”

His voice was calm and his face was neutral, but still he stayed back. Despite any dark jokes to the contrary, he did not particularly wish to die, especially not at the hands of a monster.

“But if there is anything else I can do for you, in the meantime?”

Starrk almost rolled his eyes at the joke it might have been funny if it wasn’t well, in a word, true. Starrk let out a deep sigh at the revelation running his hand through his hair mumbling for a moment incoherently to himself. Before straightening slightly as Akon continued.

“The sun is up, it only ever happens at night and based on how full the moon is, it was full last night so it should be easier to resist tonight and during the day it’s relatively safe.” a pause as he considered the flashes of the man from last night and how he’d just barely dragged himself off course in THAT state.

“But, if you don’t trust that I wouldn’t blame you.” Starrk considered the follow up offer carefully, Lilynette wouldn’t be worried if he didn't come home for a few days she knew some times his hunting trips took time but...

“I am, quite hungry.”

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“Ain’t your first choice? The hell is then, tea? Hell, Espada, what do you even do to entertain yourself?”

“Whiskey actually, and nap mostly, naps and Lilynette. It may not sound glamorous but it’s what I enjoy.”

It was obvious this man probably couldn’t appreciate the subtly of Starrk’s lifestyle, but, maybe he could appreciate the punch of whiskey.

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The Mess Called Aftermath

In response to @killerkouhaicdb ‘s open.

Things had been a mess since Starrk woke up, he’d been covered in his own blood, weaker and stronger all at the same time. However, more importantly than all of that he had been alone, without Lilynette. Starrk had searched for what felt like years on that battlefield before finding his way back to Heuco Mundo unsure where else she would possibly go if she was unable to find him. The green haired woman he’d found in turn was not the one he sought but, a face he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, previously the 3rd Espada until her sudden and untimely disappearance. He found her as alone as he had been opting to spend the night out in the desert knowing that she could handle his company. The man kept to himself he was looking for Lilynette which put him in a complicated position when they were suddenly attacked. With Aizen gone many of the Arrancar were running wild, no guidance, no rules, and far more power than some of them could be trusted with.

Now with no guidance some turned to the old ways, hoping to still absorb power by destroying others. They clearly weren’t familiar with Nelliel or himself or they likely wouldn’t have risked this attack. Yet, the woman seemed weaker than she once was, and to say Starrk was off his game without his partner was an understatement. Not to mention, there were just so damn many of em.

Still having access to his Los Lobos (and in fact seemingly unable to shut it off) he’d been able to draw his pistols. Yet, they looked different and they were silent, whatever this version was they lacked her soul, they were somehow weakneed by it and Starrk was disconcerted. Maybe it was fighting in the silence that caused his gaurd to drop, and the blow mean for him to be taken by the former Tecera. Starrk put a hole in the adversary he’d been distracted with in time to turn around and make eye contact with her as the largest of these Arrancar lifted her, ready to run now that it was alone.

“Nelliel!” he’d hardly been able to really understand her or where she came from, what had brought her alone mask cracked in the desert and now she was going to be swept away again. So soon he was to be alone again, Starrk shook the lead in his body, he had to do something he COULD do something now he needed to he had no choice.

The Primera flashed in front of the attacker with his Sonido gun pointed directly at their head, his sudden speed caught the creature off guard.

“Drop. Her.”

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A Journey to Nowhere || Starrk and Ryuken

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The new day dawned, ushering out a night spent in half sleep and restless contemplation to bring with it the weak willed and greying sunshine that signified morning in the wastes. He should have been glad of the good weather, Ryuken thought, or at least see it as a good omen for the kind of trip they were undertaking. There was no fog, no dark corners that the more aggressive creatures like to hide in along the trail. He took no comfort in it however, good signs were fleeting anyway and never offered any real indication of things to come – especially when travelling companions were factored in. Ryuken hoped this new knew what he was doing.

With the sun came the time to make a move and Ruyken wasted no time in doing so. He held no love for this place. It was just another stop gap in a long line of stop gaps and, as he clicked off the light then locked the door for the last time, he felt very little for it. He’d packed his bags the night before; checking off his supplies and considering what funds he had to buy more. He was well stocked, and there was one large settlement before they got properly into the more dangerous territory. He preferred to travel light if he could, anyway.

His key slipped under his land lady’s door, Ryuken stepped out into the stale morning air and searched for his companion. He wasn’t hard to spot, huddled up with his bags, waiting. He had the look of a man who’d spent the night outside, not it surprised Ryuken; anyone new in town automatically raised suspicion, especially those just passing through.  He came closer, nodding a good morning and drawing his tin of tobacco out of an inside pocket.

“So, where first, wanderer?”

The footsteps brought Starrk from passively talking to himself to a sense of full alertness. Even though it was just his future companion his hand moved to one of his pistols and he was ready to fight, he was always ready to fight. Still recognizing the man he pulled his arm away from that instinct and rose. One of his bags on his hip, blanket tucked away in the other before slinging it out on his back. It was really time, it was really happening there was a part of him that couldn’t believe he’d finally found the means to go back home.

However, this was no time to go getting ahead of himself. One step at a time.

“Coyote.” he corrected the man simply, he had NO interest in being called wanderer the whole trip, he got it enough in towns. It was, weirdly humanizing to hear his own name, something he’d like to maintain while traveling with anyone no matter if he liked them or in this case felt a glaring indifference.

“My name is Coyote, if you please. As for where to, the fastest place to start would be to hit the north road and hope to god the bridge isn’t out. Though I’ve crossed through the gorge before, I know a pretty quick route if need be. Minimum danger until we pass the last big city.”

He noted the doctor reaching for his tobacco, already accustomed to it in a way, in fact it reminded him-

Starrk lifted his flask, the main bottle of whiskey stowed and took a small sip. He had a high tolerance and no desire to be drunk while traveling the wastes, it would take more than probably the whole flask to get him there anyways. However, a nice sip of liquid courage was steadying for the road.

“Any more questions Doc?”

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The Corpse

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So, he met the assessing eyes with a disappointed tilt of his own lips and head. “Hmm,” he murmured, “so she’s not yours, huh? I had rather hoped you were the one responsible. It would have made things much more tidy.”

He straightened from his crouch with a shrewd glance around the clearing, then sighed. “I suppose you’ll want to call the police and report this?” He didn’t really want to summon the police, but the man’s answer could provide some insights.

The police could swarm his clearing for weeks if they reported the incident. Perhaps… He turned toward the strange creature that had stumbled upon him and gave him an assessing look, head tilting just slightly. 

“Of course, it might be more expedient.. to simply hunt the killer myself. In general, killers that leave such a…” he gestured toward the corpse with his book, “mess like to stay close enough to watch as the cleanup happens. I doubt he’s gone far.”

The police? The last thing Starrk wanted was more attention from people who wouldn’t even understand the nature of his being. It was messy, the suspicion they would be under being dragged into human affairs, the Espada was on a bit of a mission of his own so he had NO desire to get wrapped up in something as simple from his perspective as this. Just another body, just another victim of the strong, unfortunately she’d been found alone without her group, it happened all the time in Huecco Mundo why should the world of the living be different.

“I won’t be calling anyone, if it’s all the same to you I’d much rather just leave and forget i was hear all together.” he watched the strange human, the man’s aura still giving him a deep unsettling feeling, he was no normal human.

Likely in fact, he was strong. So perhaps he didn’t need any help figuring out this mess which had more to do with him, him being attached to this realm, than Coyote to begin with.

“If you want to find who did this and take them out, and your’e strong enough to do it, be my guest.”

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Sousuke nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Any allies that couldn’t survive by your side likely wouldn’t be much worth to me anyway,” he said in a considering tone, then he nodded as if deciding something right then, but he’d had his suspicions since he’d found the pair. 

“Unless you have some objections I haven’t considered, I think you’re quite strong enough to be my Primera Espada.”

The numbers and ranks had been something Starrk had picked up quickly, so he was aware of what this man, Aizen, was offering him. There was a deep part of him that didn’t want it, the effort the responsibility that likely came with a number like that, he’d much prefer to lie down and simply watch the others around him.

However, he had a feeling that wasn’t how the deal worked and what’s more he’d have had no access to these people without Sousuke Aizen’s help, he owed the man. Despite his demeanor, Starrk was a man who kept his debts in mind and liked to keep them clear and paid.

“You brought me here, and delivered on what you promised us, if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”

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The Edge of Town

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Akon turned at the sound, flat eyes staring at his guest as he did so.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” His voice was rough, a dry rasp to it as he spoke in a little over a whisper. Clearing his throat, he continued a bit stronger.

“You’re in my laboratory, I apologize for tying you down; but the last time I saw you awake, you weren’t… well, quite human.”

He smiled wryly at his own description, turning towards a bucket. He drew a cup of water out and shuffled over to where the man lay, setting it on the table beside the bed and pulling out a ring of keys. With only slight hesitation he unlocked one of the stranger’s arms, taking a quick step back.

“Drink, please. You are most likely dehydrated.” He watched carefully, keeping himself well outside his guest’s reach. No need to take unnecessary chances.

He didn’t answer the question. In truth, he wasn’t quite sure how much of the answer he wanted to share, and how much he even knew himself. Fascination, ambition, curiosity, empathy… who could say? No need to think of those reasons now.

“My name is Akon, although I’d be surprised if you hadn’t heard of me. What is yours?”

The man seemed far too calm and maybe that in itself kept Starrk feeling more unnerved than anything. Even with the fact that this man, this ‘Akon’ had seen him in his ‘other’ form so to speak. Still he was parched his throat ached with dryness so when offered use of his arm and water the glass was emptied in an instant. The cursed man wiped his mouth and thought again on the stranger’s name and comments, Akon...?

Yes it did feel like he should know that name, something said in town perhaps? A story Lilynette’s friends had been trying to get a rise out of her with even...oh, OH. Now he could recall.

“I think...now that you mention it I have heard your name before.” the witch, or at least that was what others liked to stay. Coyote was a simple man who appreciated things like an honest day’s hard work. So, rumors about people he hadn’t met he tended to filter out, he preferred to base his decisions in reality rather than stressful fictions or at least he did-

-until he was bitten. Now, who knew maybe the rumors were true and he was here to be tormented for attacking some other being he couldn’t understand yet Akon’s aura...it didn’t feel hostile.

“I guess, I should tell you my name now if that’s how we’re doing things. Coyote, Coyote Starrk.”