#huntiburon

[biskael]

" I MUST SAY , THAT IS A VERY curious-looking sword , " he says , taking part of her blade out from its own prisoned sheathe . the zauber cast upon it was of his own power ------ a shred of the jail's abilities , locking anything inside of it away . a true consfication .

Quilge holds her blade aloft , but doesn't give it to her . admiring it slightly . " the center is completely hollowed-out . interesting . " a flick of his wrist , and the woman's zanpakuto is wielded with all the grace & skill of her own . " ahhh , and it is very light , I see . you must be able to use this quite easily in battle .

of course , it will have to be sealed away in here , for the time being . worry not . his majesty has plenty of weapons to suit your fancy . "

@huntiburon , random starter .

[rabbitprose]

@huntiburon / sc.

and there was a delicate coo rumbling deep in his chest — the pain was intense; unforgiving and ruthless, and yet he smiled anyway. blood dribbling from the corners off his lips, leaving his chin in lines of drool, he takes a shivering breath in, and out.

“pain is a constant. always very predictable,” he gives a pained giggle, “i like that about pain. it weighs you down.”

[lichtreich]

          “ Now, now. “     So impolite. So preposterous. Nothing else expected from dem König in Ketten und Fesseln. 

          “ What may it be, my lieber gefesselter König? ”      || @huntiburon​ ★

[deivorous]

" It isn't mine. "

He looks at the corpse...

He looks back at her....

He looks at the corpse again....

"Well it ain't mine."

[deivorous]

" You don't scare me. "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! || @huntiburon

No. He doesn't suspect he does.

There's a lot of things that go bump in the black night of Hueco Mundo. Things stronger than him. Things that come from the same places she's been that he feared never deigned to tread with his pack in tow.

But it's been a long time since either of them belonged solely to the black and the hunger and the infinite emptiness. It's been a long time since something else placed it's hands inside his soul and remade him. Forced him small and different. Two legs instead of four. Flat front teeth. Fingers were his claws used to be. A different sort of amputation. All that change and he's still the beast he was before, though.

He's slick now, elbow-deep with gore, white stained red. He doesn't know what he killed. Didn't much care at the time for anything other than the twist and pull. The tear of flesh. It's in his nose, in his mouth. "Maybe you should."

Maybe fear would fix something long broken.

[fortunescaling]

@huntiburon continued from here:

He watched her with intent eyes and listened with a keen ear as she spoke. She appeared more level-headed and calculated, than the majority of her comrades, which perhaps made her a bigger threat, too. Despite finding herself in a defeated and vulnerable position, she didn't fret and still held her ground, where most would have broken or resigned. And the will that carried her words hit home in unexpected ways.

But he refused to feel sympathy for her, although he took no delight either in the sight of a woman being imprisoned in such poor conditions.

First, she was a Hollow, a threat to his people's very existence, and one with teeth. Secondly, she was a fool, if she thought she could ever bring peace to a place like Hueco Mundo, in the world as it were, with the sole power of good will.

Deep down, Hollows probably would seek to eradicate Quincy, the same way Shinigami had endeavoured to, did they hold the power. After all both sides were equally lethal to one another.

If he were honest, Jugram had his reserves about allowing them in Silbern and within the army at all, but decisions had been made and orders delivered.

'Yet none of your people seem in a hurry to come to your aid. In fact, most have deserted you to fight with His Majesty. Your comrades appear to understand there can't be peace so long as Shinigami reign freely in this world.' He paused to let the words sink in.

'I'd offer you the same opportunity to join forces, but perhaps do you still think there's more you can achieve in your current position, Tier Harribel?'

[liecoris-moved]

【 @huntiburon 】 【 ♡'d for a BLEACH starter 】

Hearing footsteps approach, Mukuro looked up, half expecting her fracción leader to snark at her for some reason, so she was ready to react with negativity。 But when she was met with Harribel instead, Mukuro's expression shifted and gave a small, polite smile and bow of her head in greeting。

「Hello Harribel-san。」

[trehontin]

« don’t mock me » @huntiburon [ Meme ]

Such a surprisingly confrontational one. At least at first glance when all words the Master of Las Noches had wanted to speak were to be taken into account, when all replies uttered to discardable questions either fell to be of pleasant or unpleasant tone to the ears. Now, after all was said and done, the Lord had offered even more possibilities, even more - 'gifts' - to be bestowed upon one meant to replace a lost soul of his highest ranks. Interesting, despite her amicable and calm nature, mayhap this little offer had scratched an ego he had to see fully play out? 

Alas, he stops, raising an eyebrow in mild contemplation. " Very well. Even though others I harbour of your rank have been favourable towards the idea. " It all sprung a memory easy to recall from the time he had found her. Seen her wandering the endless deserts, not alone. Perhaps he had - mayhap unknowingly to her - brought companions along, yet waiting to be turned if it shall be wished for [ was there ever a doubt? ]. " What about the three Adjuchas I found you with? " If there was no need for them, then perhaps he would see if they could be trained. If they could be fostered and harboured. If they could be used in another way past the obvious--- or if they needed to be discarded. " They seem to be important to you. They would make wonderful Fracciónes if you deny any other ones. "