Killing Time [open]

[nnoitra]

It was rather ironic. Most of the times he was annoyed by other Arrancars existence around him, wanting them to be damned to hell for good. But now Las Noches felt almost empty after their fall and Nnoitra's return. There was almost nothing to do... Just wandering around and doing nothing at all.

It was annoying Nnoitra all the more, making him frown with boredom in every ten seconds.

Darn, he even missed Tesla. He was a good Fraccion, knew how to spar. Yet, he could get clingy at times; but whatever... Nnoitra wasn't going to admit that. He never really had friends at all, so there wasn't much difference now and then. This fight was Aizen's, not his. So his purposes did not make Nnoitra care even the slightest. Nnoitra was only here for the kicks and proving himself to be the strongest. But obviously he was not. That annoyed him the most.

But this... This was really annoying.

No missions, no battles, no opponents. Everyone would do anything for a second chance, but Nnoitra wasn't feeling himself so hot on that topic. Maybe he better stayed as dead... Afterall, he fullfilled his wish. His death wish. And it didn't satisfy him even a bit.

Dammit.

This was a pathetic situation and he really needed to find himself something to occupy himself. Though, sitting on some ruins in the desert and staring at the endless horizon were not actually helping. His long and skinny legs were hanging down from the fallen pieces of some building structure now did not exist. His long weapon was resting against it, as his hands were placed back to support his weight. One good eye was half-lidded in a bored state, looking forward without focusing anything.

Maybe he better sneaked into the desert and killed anything in his sight. Though, the fifth Espada doubted if he would have any fun at all.

[Sam]

"Hercule-sama, perhaps a walk will calm your nerves." Lluvia suggested as she stood over her Espada holding a clipboard and pushing her glasses up her nose as she stared at the bench pressing Hercule. She held back a blush as she watched him push the heavy weights with those huge cobalt arms, she loved it so much.

Hercule didn't look at her, rather he concentrated on the pushing the heavy weight. "Which set is this?" He asked while he pushed the bar once more.

"It's your third 2000 count set. That was the end of the third one." She said as she counted up the tally marks she made. Of course she doodled some chibi versions of Hercule himself, but she made sure to hide those.

He placed the heavy bar on the rack, grabbed the towel from Lluvia's extended hand, and wiped away the sweat. "Fine, get my shirt." He said with his cold demeanor, he hid his nervousness around well. She gave him a slight bow and retrieved his shirt.

Moments later the two were outside in the lit part of the desert. Lluvia loved the false sun, gave the desert a certain gleam. Hercule didn't care either way, he experienced both light and darkness, and he could live with both. Lluvia dreamed about moments like this, a quiet walk with Hercule, but the quiet was going to end when her glasses picked up on a high power level.

*Tch* She didn't want to end such a nice walk, especially when she was about to place her arms around his one big arm. "It seems a powerful person is nearby, but not stronger then you, Hercule-sama." She said reluctantly as they stopped in mid stroll. she looked toward the source, pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose again. She didn't want Hercule to fight right now, but it was his choice not hers.

He didn't care, if the person wanted to fight, they'd find him. Right now he was walking, not caring what he did or didn't so.

[nnoitra]

Time seemed to lose it's reality after some point. The perfectly clear sky was annoying, hell even the yellow sand beneath his feet was annoying. Things did not need to have special facts or any proper excuses to be annoying at the 5th Espada's mind.

Pretty much everything pushed his buttons since he was brought back. Nothing was fine anymore. He might be a cranky Arrancar before, but now he was definitely worse.

There was nothing to cool him down neither. Tesla used to do that to a level before. Now he was gone aswell, nothing could stop Nnoitra Jiruga.

One snake alike eye moved to glance around the desert, he was sensing someone coming close. Not shifting his bored expression, the Espada brought a long and skinny arm down to the sand; pressing his bony index finger into the sand. He always was able to sense other's reiatsu by touching earth. And there he felt it. It was a high level reiatsu, a possible good match for his skills.

There were two walking, but only one took his interest. A good fight was something he hadn't had since his return, but now he wasn't all sure about diving into a fight blindly. Last time he did that, he died. And it was a damn good death.

But whatever... Maybe he would never learn. Then there was the fact old habits died hard.

Though, Nnoitra didn't stand up from his place. He didn't go grabbing his weapon neither. Looking lazy as a half-sleepy cat with resting back against his elbows, he waited until his guests came to his sight. A large man and a slender woman. Of course, it was the guy he sensed the great energy from. But his good eye was on the woman, as the sides of his mouth was curved up in a smile; a Cheshire cat smile on top of that.

"My my. Is that your pet?" Nnoitra asked, his grin widening. He didn't need to know them personally to mock things senseless. It was a way of life for the Espada to be this rude; especially against women. At the moment, he didn't seem like standing up from his place or any willing to jump into a fight; but who could really know about his next move?

"Get a collar and leash, so she won't run away." He was obviously trying to push some buttons.

[Sam]

Lluvia was insulted at the fact she was called a pet, her face however didn't show it. "If it's a pet you want to see," She started as she began to change her form. Her skin turned metallic in appearance, starting at the at the feet she began to change into the exact likeness of Nnoitra, and even his large zanpakuto was copied to great detail. "you should look in a mirror." Her voice changed to match his.

However, Hercule was not happy about this at all. He walked in front of Lluvia and gave her a look that caused her to change back into her normal form. "Alright, I was just kidding." She said before she walk over to a nearby rock and took a seat.

Hercule never once took his golden eyes from Nnoitra, remembering several things Szayel said about the man. "Your reputation proceeds you, Nnoitra. I can see you're cranky, you need to work out more." Hercule said as he rotated his neck around and started to move his shoulders. He grabbed his hammer of a zanpakuto from the back strap and dropped the four ton object down on the sand. The boom it made was loud from just the drop, but he didn't pick it back up just yet.

"I'd say you need a good fight to calm yourself, Lluvia how's my schedule look?" He asked Lluvia in his calm toned voice.

Lluvia checked her clip board, moving her mouth to the words on the page. "You're open until lunch, so have fun Hercule-Sama." She said pushing her glasses up the brim of her nose and gave him a small smirk. She was going to enjoy watching this fight so much.

[nnoitra]

The woman's expression might have not changed at all, but Nnoitra could see the flames in her eyes. That was some specialty of his. When he got over someone's nerves, he could see it clearly. They could be a successful actor or whatever, that wasn't going to fool him.

His thin lips were curved into a large grin of amusement, but with her words and form starting to change to something rather... familiar; it vanished from his face. The witch was a shape-shifter and she was returning the insult.

It was his turn to be frustrated. "You little wh-" He muttered, but his words were cut by the other guy; who remained annoyingly calm. He was being told to work out more in order to get rid off his bad temper. Like hell, they would know what he needed to do or not.

Standing up from his place, the tall and thin man looked in between the two and gave out an annoyed snarl at them arranging fights due to schedules. If that large guy wanted to play, that was fine. But this wasn't an appointment, dammit. Some things did not have time or permission. Fighting was one of those. His one good eye was fixed on the heavy weapon of the other, arching a brow.

"What kind of a loser plays by the book?" His hand reached for his scythe like of weapon, long fingers were wrapped around the hilt and Nnoitra lifted it up easily. Not much could believe in how strong a skinny man like him was.

As the woman approved the other man's schedule and went to take a seat on the rocks, Nnoitra had a bored expression on his face; but a small smile was already forming in his features. "You only play because your Fraccion pet allowed you. What kinda man you are?" His full grin was reminding of Cheshire cat, as Nnoitra didn't even wait for a sign to start; already throwing his scythe at the other man, aiming to get his throat sliced open by the inner curve of the crescent blade.

[Sam]

"Good." He said as he ignored Nnoitra comments about his manliness and watched as the blade came at him. The large curves of the blade came at him with such force, such speed, Hercule couldn't help but want to take the hit. However he didn't want to have his throat cut, and lifted his right arm to block the hit.

His arm revealed his golden tattoo of a number three on the shoulder as the blade connected with his arm, cutting the exoskeleton just enough to cause a slight bleed. The red liquid went on the blade, and Hercule almost smiled. "That was a good hit." He said as he grabbed the chain with both his hands and tugged with all the power of a 14.5 kiloton grip can muster.

"My turn." His hope was to pull the tall smiling guy toward him for a massive knee in the gut. His leg was ready, armed for the moment he came close enough. After the knee he planned on bringing his elbow down on Nnoitra's shoulder and punch him up in the air with his free hand.

[nnoitra]

As the crescent blade flew at the other arrancar with a massive speed, Nnoitra was watching the scene and enjoying every second. This had been his very first fight since his return. But at this rate, it wasn't going to end up as a fight since the other didn't seem to do much about avoiding his weapon. His head would be removed from his body and Nnoitra would be damn bored again. It was why something inside his mind was screaming at the other arrancar to get moving and defend himself.

As like it actually worked, his opponent now raised an arm to block the scythe's deadly blow; but also revealing a very familiar tattoo. It was a number or another Espada he knew... and couldn't stand. But ranks were not always permanent. They changed from time to time. It wasn't just him who was thirsty for more power. For years, Nnoitra had been the seventh himself. Now he was the fifth and he knew he could go further than this.

His opponent might be stronger than him, but sometimes it wasn't just the raw power that made them win. Experience was an important issue in battles. And this ambitious personality of his... It was why Nnoitra would never run away from a fight. That actually didn't even belong to his vocabulary.

As the blood of the other arrancar was spilled, now running down to the crescent blade; Nnoitra grinned wider if it was possible. He could almost smell it from the distance. It hungered him more to draw blood and put the other arrancar in pain. No, he didn't even know who his opponent was. Just the Espada rank. And that was still fair enough. He was a worthy opponent and he was willing to fight.

But there were things he couldn't calculate. Like the chain that attached his scythe to him was being grabbed and yanked. The chain was always a good idea for Nnoitra. It wasn't for memory purposes. But it was for long-ranged attacks and getting his weapon back to his hands easily. The end of the chain was attached to his waist, which forced him forward with the hard yank. His good eye widened, as Nnoitra found himself being pulled with great strength. Not really being able to make him to a stop, the tall Espada met with a hard knee to his gut. The more came, an elbow in between his shoulder blades and a punch to the face which sent him flying up to the air; then landing on his back.

"Guh." Nnoitra made a pained but also annoyed sound from the back of his throat, as he was now facing the fake blue sky of Las Noches. "You bastard." he was snarling, when he pushed himself up to a sitting position and wiped the blood off from his lips with the back of his hand. "Not bad, but next time don't hold back." He was back to his amused self again.

In a blink, he was back on his feet and pulled back his scythe to his hands. Closing the gap in between them, the worst tempered Espada made quick and repeating slashes at his opponent, looking like he was having fun. He was going to beat the crap out of this man, then teach his Fraccion a lesson about keeping her mouth shut.

[Sam]

Lluvia watched in awe as she witnessed the two Espada fight, she was impressed that Nnoitra was able to stand after those hits. Most would have fallen by that knee hit, I guess he is an Espada for a reason. She thought taking notes as she watched. It was one thing to watch but this is a learning experience for her. If she could pin point areas that are weak in Hercule's opponents then she would better serve him.

Hercule smirked, if you can call it a smirk with that insect mouth of his as he heard Nnoitra comment on him holing back. True he could have hit him harder but at that he was just feeling him out. It was how he fought, take the first hit, test their limits, and go all out.

His golden eyes kept the blade in his sights, bobbling and weaving around the blade. It was like a boxing match, he kept his arms in front of his face, they took the hits that manage to get through. Slits of crimson came over his cobalt skin as he waited for a good time to strike. Right left, above, mid. He kept up with the movements as he thought watching the blade carefully, until he saw an opening.

He moved back, stretched out his arms to his sides, and locked on his target. "Atronar!" The single word left his mouth as he brought his hands together in a huge clap. His hands glowed golden as they quickly connected releasing a golden sonic wave. The wave traveled out to Nnoitra, it was intention to throw him off balance as Hercule picked up his hammer and prepared for another assault.

Atronar (thunder clap)


* Description of Attack - By slapping his hands together in a huge clap, Hercule causes a sonic boom that has enough force to knock his opponent back several feet. His hands glow gold as he brings them back outstretch to his sides and quickly brings them forward in a large golden clap, releasing golden waves.
* Type - Offensive/Sonic Blast
* Range - Close/Mid
* Limitation - Needs to use both hands to use this move. The farther away the opponent is the weaker the wave becomes, the farthest the wave can hit at full strength is 15 yards and anything beyond that will reduced by half for each additional yard. this move uses about 10% of his overall reiastu allowing him to use it ten times in battle.

[nnoitra]

For most, it was difficult to lead such a huge weapon like Nnoitra's; being heavy and all. Even due to his skinny looks, the fifth Espada was nothing as he seemed. He was so very strong and had this big hunger for more power. He was swinging his double moon scythe like it weighted nothing, quick and deadly. His opponent did not seem to try dodging any of his attacks, taking them one by one. Even though blocked with his arms, he was getting damaged; his blood was being spilled. It increased Nnoitra's appetite all the more, now he was moving even faster and throwing an amused laughter. He loved this. He enjoyed this. This was what he seeked for.

But having too much fun had it's disadvantages, such as giving him openings even if they were so small and hard to notice. His opponent had to be really good to catch one and send him out of his guard completely with a clap. The hard sonic waves hit the tall arrancar, sending him fly a good distance away. Nnoitra held onto his weapon with both hands as he waited to land, his smile still on his face.

He sure missed damn good fights like this. Maybe his opponent was right. He had to get involved with some nice training from time to time. Yet, he wasn't going to admit he was a bad tempered one.

As his back hit to some huge rocks in the sand, Nnoitra finally stopped. He could feel the pain burning inside, but he never was one to whine about a few mere injuries. Even when he died, all he could think of was fighting more and more. Indeed, he was unstable. And his mind didn't work in an expected way.

A mad laughter was what he gave, when the fifth Espada stayed in his place like he cracked all his bones at once. "That was good, Bug!" Another laughter and the tall arrancar was pushing himself back to his feet. His uniform was giving itself away at the shoulders, not really resisting to this much of attacks. The stitches were coming out, revealing Nnoitra's pale skin only a tad.

"You're fun to play with." His Cheshire grin disappeared as Nnoitra stuck his tongue out and showed his tattoo. But he had another purpose, of course. A golden light appeared right on the tip, glowing brightly and growing. When it almost looked like the sun itself, the fifth Espada sent the cero right at his opponent; wondering how durable that skin of his opponent was.

[Sam]

Hercule was having fun, finding spare partners was hard when you killed them so easily. Lluvia was alright, but he restrained himself around her for her safety. She wasn't much for a challenge, but she did keep him on a schedule with meetings and junk. Truly she was an asset in her own way, but sometimes he needed a good fight to calm the nerves.

Lluvia had always liked watching Hercule fight, ever since that first day she saw him. Ripping that frog man's spine clean out just for entering his territory, the crimson liquid sprayed everywhere. She was lucky that he doesn't kill women, she wouldn't have been much of a fight against him, but she swore to be of some use for him.

She was kinda hoping that Nnoitra would stay down, but much to her disappointment he got back up. His cackle was annoying, ugly, just like him. That smile was sickening to her, she tired so hard to hide it, but her eyes revealed it.

Hercule looked over at Nnoitra, his smile was large revealing his lust for battle. He watched as the golden energy swirled around the tip of the tongue, glowing over the five tattoo. As the Cero came at Hercule, he took a stance with his hammer in front of him. "You're not half bad either." The words escaped as the energy hit the blunt end of his hammer. The energy engulfed around him, the hammer taking the brunt of the hit, but that didn't mean Hercule was unscathed.

As the energy faded it revealed Hercule standing with the damage done. His torso had been exposed as the charred rags fell to the ground, his exoskeleton skin had several black scuffs from the heat of the Cero, but he was still standing. At first it was quiet, Lluvia was scared that he had lost, but that is when the slight laughter started. It as like a whisper at first, but gradually got louder as Hercule held his hammer in one hand arching his back in a huge burst of laughter.

"This is the best spare I've had in awhile." He said ending his laughter, but he still had a smile on his face. He charged with surprising speed, bringing his hammer at Nnoitra's gut in a golf like swing. However, he stopped right before the hit in a feint, and he brought the hammer up in a an uppercut motion.

Lluvia was relieved that he was alright, letting out the breath she held in. She pushed the glasses up the brim of her nose, and waved the hair around her ear. A slight smile escaped her mouth as she enjoyed seeing Hercule have fun, even with someone as ugly as Nnoitra. Perhaps this will be a new scheduled event. The thought came to her she recrossed her legs and placed her hands on her knees.

[nnoitra]

As the Cero flew at his opponent, the tallest Espada was holding his crescent scythe in one hand; his other had was wrapped around the chain of his weapon. His one eye was on the scene, he was wondering if it would destroy the Bug altogether. Something inside was crying out how badly he wanted him gone and dead now. But something else -which was buried deep deep and deep inside- was telling he wanted the other arrancar to survive, so he could continue having his fun.

A former Espada found this behaviour incredibly childish and his reasons completely delusional, but Nnoitra was only happy when he fought. Nothing else seemed to put him in a good mood.

So what was wrong with doing something that made him happy?

The cero's damage was mostly blocked by the large hammer of his opponent, but it still didn't protect him from the whole thing. Though, he still was standing on his feet and seemed alive. Edges of his lips were curved up in an amused grin, his natural one. The Bug was a tough cookie indeed, but nothing was impossible.

Nnoitra was a never-quitter. He just had to go on fighting until one of them fell.

He was chuckling, as the other Espada ran at him with the words of having fun; preparing his attack. So it was mutual. His one snake alike eye was turned at the little witch who was watching the fight. He could clearly see the dislike and disgust in her expression, she probably feared him aswell. But who cared about her thoughts or emotions? Nnoitra wasn't an arrancar to give a damn about others. All he cared about was the power he did seek, this endless adrenaline hunger he had. He gave her a dangerous look, one that made anyone uncomfortable.

His feet were standing strong against the ground to take the hit, moving his scythe a bit up to block the attack to a level. So he did, but still the hit was able to make his feet lose contact to the ground. The pain was more of a headache now, it could break any regular arrancar's jaw at once. But having a great hierro, Nnoitra was at one piece. Though, that did not mean it never hurt. It actually hurt like a witch, he just wasn't complaining.

Another time, he fell against his back in the sand. Just like anytime he would do, the fifth Espada started to get up. Even in his death, he was able to stand on his feet. Some fun sparring would not change the fact.

Once he was on his feet with his lower body bent forward a tad, Nnoitra let the hilt of his weapon free; now holding the chain. "What's yer name?" The question was unexpected indeed, especially for an arrancar who claimed to be bad at remembering names. To be honest, he remembered all names. But it was a form of insult to say he didn't remember others' names, because they were weak. It did a wonderful job with aggravating his opponents.

[Sam]

If Hercule had eye brows, one would have arched. My name? Such an odd question, did he really not know who he was. What an interesting person. He brought his hammer up and placed it on his broad exposed shoulder. He cracked his neck, looked at Nnoitra with his golden eyes, and gave a smirk.

"I'm Hercule Baton, the Espada of Pride." He announced aloud as he charged forward in a huge shoulder tackle. He put in all his speed and strength in this tackle for maximum effect.

Lluvia saw the look Nnoitra gave her but that just mad him more disgusting. What a pig, thinking he could scare me like that? She thought as she tried top recall all info she had on him. Past and present knowledge came in front of her eyes through her glasses on Nnoitra until she spotted something that she could use.

She gave Nnoitra a wink before she changed her form for only a second. Her blond hair turned light green, a skull fragment of a ram appeared on her head, and she took a form of someone very familiar. She took the form of Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck's former form for only a moment. She was sure if he saw it he'd be distracted enough to take the hit, and confident that Hercule would step in if he takes it out on her.

[nnoitra]

The fifth Espada wasn't really making himself busy with catching up the time he remained dead. Since the Winter Wars, a lot had changed in Las Noches. But nothing really took his attention. Nothing impressed him. His last defeat already put a huge scar on his pride and his fraccion was gone. Being emotional was never his thing, yet things seemed to bother him.

Sure Aizen had to replace the dead with new ones. They were supposed to be allies, but Nnoitra's faithfulness only applied to the power. The hunger of power. The name of the other arrancar meant little to him. He was going to try remembering it... At least until the battle ended.

Things might bother him, even if it was never read on his face. Though, with the adrenaline rush of the battle, he was able to forget about everything else. When Nnoitra fought, he gave everything in it. He never let any distractions steal his attention. Well... at least he believed so.

His good eye was on Hercule, until a glimpse of green caught his attention. This wasn't something he did often in fights, but the tallest Espada turned his gaze and face to the woman who was sitting there. He knew she wasn't really Neliel, that underling took his own shape before. He knew it was an only illusion. But that didn't mean he could control his lingering gaze on Neliel's smiling form. And she winked at him. It made Nnoitra freeze at his place.

The smile vanished from his face, now Nnoitra's lips were pressed together. His good eye was slightly widened. With the distraction, he didn't have enough time to defend himself from the heavy tackle; finding himself down on the sands. He could feel his ribs breaking inside. At least three of them. But he still wasn't giving away much, only a grit of his teeth. This was at his disadvantage. He couldn't use his crescent shaped scythe with the closeness, but he still had his hands and even legs.

Giving a growl which reminded predator animals, Nnoitra swung his fists up at his opponent; enough to push him away and get him off. He needed distance for better battles. Closeness, he never enjoyed much.

Rolling on the sand and away from Hercule, Nnoitra jumped at his feet and started to swing his scythe from the chain over his head; quickening the pace to create a small tornado as he stepped backward. With each movement of his arms, his torso was burning with the pain. But hell... He wasn't going to lose again.

When his swinging scythe reached to a satisfying speed, Nnoitra glared at Hercule and threw his weapon hard. But the other Espada wasn't who he aimed for. The crescent scythe made it's way at the woman sitting over there. Nnoitra usually fought for having fun, but now this was personal. When she pulled that trick on him, Lluvia made it personal. And she was going to pay.

[Sam]

Lluvia saw that her little tease worked, but maybe too well. She spotted him, swinging that ridiculously large scythe at her just because of her little joke. Oh well. she thought as she changed into her liquid form, skin turning metallic silver, and allowed the blade to cut through her. It sliced like butter in her liquid state as she melted to reform herself.

Hercule saw that his attack worked too well, in fact it was as if the man got distracted by something. After he was pushed him away to gain some ground, this indicated to Hercule that he didn't like close combat. That is when he saw the large weapon pass him and go straight for Lluvia. He turned his head just in time to see her change her shape from a strangely beautiful woman to her liquid form. She must have done something.

He thought as he saw another opening to attack, but decided not to. Instead he yelled toward Lluvia. "Stay out of this, I don't need help." He gave her a quick stern look before he turned toward Nnoitra. He was ready for another go around as he placed his hammer back on his shoulder.

Lluvia heard Hercule's order and obeyed without question. She would have to wait for Nnoitra to recall his weapon before she took a solid form again.

[nnoitra]

His scythe was at her, about to cut her into two. But it did not go as the way he wanted. The woman was able to change her form easily and made a deadly attack go through her body without even getting damaged.

The fifth Espada was growling with madness, he just would need to try better next time and find a way to stop her from shape-shifting. "Tch. You b*tch!" He muttered, his one eye was locked on her; reminding of a snake. A tall one, too.

As he pulled his weapon from the chain in a hard tug to return it to his hands, Nnoitra could hear Hercule's command to his pet. He could make the little witch obey, but Nnoitra did not give the slightest damn about his wishes. He could want it or not, it did not matter. The one eyed arrancar now had two opponents and he wasn't going to let that woman stay away. Actually, she was his first priority now.

"You better teach your pet some manners!" Nnoitra frowned, as he charged at Lluvia with his weapon in his hands. He wasn't one to talk about manners, but he was beyond pissed at the moment. He had been insulted and he was the worst type of arrancar to deal with.

He was making himself open with turning his back at the other Espada, swinging his scythe at Lluvia once more. Once he was getting close, he would slash at her again. She could turn into water as she wanted. Nnoitra would go on and on, his stubbornness wouldn't let him stop.