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Bleach OC RP blog. Sideblog, follows from @letejono

[seventhseance]

[Carrd]

active (Ish) Bleach OC centric RP blog with no prior experience whatsoever. mutuals only but I’m liberal about followback.

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continued from here with @cinghialefedele

"I understand your concern, and I assure you that I was not interrupting anything. However, that is hardly an excuse; it was selfish of me nonetheless. Your master is likely in a difficult situation as we speak, and it is entirely my fault."

More words were spoken without a hint of intention, drawn from the depths of his shallow heart. Val understood that Tesla was the collateral in this one-sided pact but failed to anticipate a response other than anger. Did he deserve such a reaction? Undeniably. Would it have been easier to address? Certainly. Even if the entire world despised him, Val would leverage that status to achieve his ultimate goal. Shattering the simulacrum of oneself in another person's reality was a worthwhile transgression; why did Tesla seem to hardly care at all?

If he knew the answer to his second line of thought, he'd likely change his tune internally. Now wasn't the time to bring it up, because Val was still an enigma to Tesla, who bore no indicators that he was reading the other man's mind. Though he'd know soon enough, Val would ensure it.

"I cannot, though the distance I can create from it is substantial. I wouldn't call this thing my body; it isn't alive; the mist is what makes it appear as such."

Val's constructed arm unfurls into five separate limbs, creating further subdivisions until the structure is worn thin. The tree then dissipates, floating around the husk aimlessly.

"I have vents on my lower body as well, though they are blocked most of the time…"

[cinghialefedele]

"Well... I'm glad you're taking some kind of responsibility for your actions, at least."

Val was too hard to read for Tesla to really hold anything against him. He admitted he'd caused him trouble, but it felt a bit more like a motion to be made than anything sincere. It's not an issue, though, right now.

The aide's display of lack of physical form does, however, seem to earn a bit of awe from the Fracción, glint of wonder in his lone eye. Whatever Val was, Tesla had never encountered. That made him fascinating. That made him unique.

"I see... since this isn't...you, per say, did you choose this appearance? Can you customize it however you please?"

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“Not in the slightest. If it were up to me, I would forgo having a body entirely.”

The fact that he has any appearance at all was the crux of the issue. Without any means of knowing what his wish would entail, some subsurface soul from his Gillian days was cast into the Hōgyoku’s kiln, becoming his new prison.

The uniqueness of his nature posed a problem. He embodied a means to an end—a force that no one should dare to trifle with: the inner worlds of others.

“I have very little personal autonomy in general. For example, I have no means of removing all this hair. Speaking of which, would you be willing to? You could slice it off with your sword and keep it, if you’d like.”

[cinghialefedele]

"No body, entirely? Surely having one isn't all that bad..."

Tesla thinks he would hate not having a body. Bodies could feel, and eat, and he enjoyed those sensations quite a bit. He can guess rather confidently that Val didn't experience personhood like the rest of them, though, so perhaps that was part of what made his vessel such a bother. The other must struggle to experience the more tactile pleasures of being alive, even in this hellish afterlife.

There was joy to be found in contact, in taste, at least in his opinion. It made life as a Hollow a bit more tolerable.

He tries to relate, and can only empathize with the lack of choice in his form. It irked Tesla too, at first, to have once been so large, and shoved into a compact humanoid shape less than half his original size. His only relief to that was his Resurrección.

Tesla blinks out of his train of thought at Val's request and offering of orange locks. It's...a bit of a surprise. He, yes, can cut hair, he cuts his own and trims his Master's, but... did Val know that? And why would he let him keep his hair? There was no way he knew about...the collections. He didn't even tell Nnoitra about that. Nor was Val close enough for Tesla to have even considered starting one for him, but--

No. There was no way...right?

"Oh-- ah, yes, I can cut your hair...! I have scissors and combs and things in the palace, so... we don't need to use my sword, it might come out too blunt of a cut..."

Which, now that he says it, might be funny to see.

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Val considered himself the antithesis of other Arrancar in most respects, viewing himself as a husk devoid of personal identity rather than as a being clinging to defining flaws. Although this perception contained some truth, he found himself resonating with the emotions that Tesla harbored.

Hollows were feeling creatures, perhaps more so than any other incorporeal entity. His entire existence was colored by the sense perception of several dozen feeling individuals, a small world, even though each individual was confined to their own experiences, unlike him. Comparing their perceptions did less to help him view the world objectively; rather, it enabled him to approximate their sentimentality.

He wanted to kill it, that selfish desire to behold all of their emotions. He felt stifled, despite not truly understanding what he was initially. At first, he felt nothing, then something. Free, then compressed. It would always represent a loss to him, even though it was an objective gain.

Sympathy was merely a form of pattern-seeking; he was becoming increasingly distractible. He should not burden Tesla by wasting any more of his time, considering how much he had already harmed him indirectly and how much more he was about to harm him.

"I was not aware it was a fascination for you, so I am pleased that my insinuation made you think of that."

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My characters don’t meld particularly well with a highschool AU

Val would be an exceptional student grades-wise who can’t attend normal classes due to a laundry list of health problems (CIP, paraplegia, etc.) Computers would be his main thing and he’d be a highly skilled hacker, participating in his classmates’ lives vicariously through their data.

Liselotte is a fairly good student across the board, mostly keeps to himself. Probable judo club member, sort of guy who’s only contactable through fax machine and only really talks to Cirucci anyways.

Remelyi’s a truant with poor grades. Formerly a ruthless delinquent who’s activities went too far. Strangely friendly, despite most people being rightfully intimidated.

Zhou Yan is a total tryhard who’s the leader of the sewing club, as well as a prominent member of the engineering and theatre clubs. Is still frequently mistaken for a boy, as she wears the male uniform. Her muteness is probably psychological rather than physical in this iteration.

Enja would be the swim team coach, rather than a student.

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Have enough notes for these guys to begin on comic stuff so I’ll leave it up to you guys to decide who gets their first chapter done first.

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Val Dei Omar

Remelyi Pallgar

Liselotte Glymore

Voting ended onMar 29, 2025

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Wellwellwell we have a winner

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That new Szayelaporro fig looks delicious too bad that I still don’t have a job

[reiiishii]

@seventhseance // Starter [Merisi for Val]

"It's very impolite to stand in doorways you know...." Merisi's voice echoed around the pristine lab of Szyayelaporro, petting another fraccion's head as her own turned to look towards the door.

Well well who could this be....

"Come out now, no need to hide if you're in need of something from Lord Szayelaporro....or are you a curious curious thing...~?"

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Val assumed he had the wrong door, a common mistake for someone like him. However, the mention of the resident Espada's name dispelled any doubt from his mind.

Whenever his last visit had occurred, it was definitely before Merisi had joined their ranks. He kept his mist at bay as a courtesy and because he was unsure whether this place had some mechanism for reading his data. He wouldn’t put it past the Octava to outright restrain him in order to conduct research on his vessel. However, this new face wasn’t him, so there shouldn’t be much harm in approaching her.

“My apologies; I was uncertain of my location. If this is indeed Lord Szayelaporro’s palace, then I am not mistaken.”

He hobbles forward with a mechanical whine, mostly to exemplify the condition of his prosthetics, which had worn down substantially in what had to be at least a century. 

“Who might you be? Are you one of his Fracción?”

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Starter call… specify both your/my muse depending on wether you’re multi.

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cough

[seventhseance]

Have enough notes for these guys to begin on comic stuff so I’ll leave it up to you guys to decide who gets their first chapter done first.

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Val Dei Omar

Remelyi Pallgar

Liselotte Glymore

Voting ended onMar 29, 2025

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Liselotte - Adjuchas

Not like that was his name when he was still in this state.

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Starter call… specify both your/my muse depending on wether you’re multi.

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cool Val facts

His consciousness is entirely contained within the mist, but it needs a container of some kind in order to regulate itself. If left without a container, he’ll disperse into nothingness and die. But there is no specific requirement for a container, besides being inanimate. Optimally, there’s some rudimentary ventilation system, but that is not a requirement.

Hypothetically, if his original body was killed, and the was mist contained before the dispersal, he could be transplanted into any new vessel of your choice. Including corpses. …If anyone’s interested in writing something in relation to this concept hmu for plotting it’ll be fun

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I have too many muses on this account to actually host a poll

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First big distinction

Not a signifier of the muse’s participation so much as their appearance around that point in time

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Here’s Remy

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goodevening my… friends :j

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Here’s Liselotte

Did you expect any differently from Cirucci’s Quasi-Fraccion

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//What's Aizen's tax policy?

Mysterious doll Arrancar is Los Noches’s premier finance expert, apparently.

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Here’s a silly inbox game since I’m almost through drafts:

Send a question/dare/request but don’t specify which muse it’s intended for. I’ll stick the five of them in a wheeldecide and humor it based on the randomized pick.