OOC: This is a thread designated for me and Vereor. But will also be used for my ulterior motives (possibly) later on.

IC: Yummei walked forwards, the hot sand crunched between the dark talons of his feet as he made his way towards the outline ahead of him. The wind raged and sand flew everywhere obscuring his vision, the sand storm would have been enough to detriment a younger less powerful hollow but Yummei had climbed the rungs to Vasto Lorde and no amount of and would vanquish him.

He was not so sure however that the same could be said for the hollow whom he headed for and with a touch of urgency he picked up his pace, striding towards the dark figure with a commanding presence.

As he gained on this now ominous figure he let a little reiatsu seep out to announce his arrival, ever the show boat Yummei stuck on his most charming (manically insane) smile.

Placing a hand on the shoulder of this creature he spun him around to reveal the features which he had heard about. The mask, a pale white mask as usual but with a socket for only one eye and the more distinctive feature; three jagged slashes looking as if a claw had been run through wet mould and left to set.

He was long and stringy, taller than Yummei and more lean. He also had the starting of wings attached to his lower arms. All in all he was as strange a creature as had ever walked Hueco Mundo, but then again Yummei wasn’t exactly run of the mill either so he couldn’t judge.

Looking deep into his eyes, Yummei gave an intense gaze with the burning red pupils that he oh so adored. Then cracking the award winning smile of his he flashed the pearly whites and spoke.

‘‘Hello Vereor, you will not know who I am but I know who you are.’’ Yummei was a sucker for clichéd movie lines. ‘‘Listen, and be frightened. I come with an offer. I have noticed you, amongst the shadows I have watched and you are deemed worthy to join me. Take it or leave it, but remember you’re life is in my hands quite literally.’’

Flashing another grin he let the ultimatum sink in to the what must have been an oh so bemused hollows mind.

The offer wasn’t at all bad, on the contrary. An new-found instinct told him also that not a word of what the creature had told him had been lied. This creature was dangerous.
Not just did the instinct tell him danger, it also brought Vereor the unexplainable desire to try his strength and tear the newcomer apart. Had the Hollow before him not been so obviously more powerful it would have been irresistible to attack. To be honest Vereor had not expected to feel this much killing desire, the want to feel edges slice trough living flesh had threatened to take his reason away.

In his mind thoughts raced round, fear for the hollow was overtaken by the realisation that without its help there would be no survivel anyway.
‘These instincts are the desire of a creature like me then huh? Be my power small and insignificant compared to his not only is the offer very beneficial to my knowledge and strength, more importantly it might be my only salvation from instincts that would soon be the end to me.’
“My mind is clouded by forces I cannot yet supress. I would be more than a fool not to realise an invaluable offer when I hear one though. What you offer is a cause and the great many of things that it brings with it. The cause I do not know, I do not have to, regardless of your ambitions my own future will always improve with it..”
Vereor narrowed his only visible eye before continuing there, with more carefully chosen words. “..I gladly accept your offer but tell me, are you truly as fiendish a being as I feel or but further inhuman than I could have anticipated anyone to be?”

The hollow kept its eyes locked at Vereor’s but did not immediately answer. After several days in Hueco Mundo, the place Vereor still referred to as the netherworld, there had not been encounters with other hollow besides this one. Occasionally the feeling of being watched had been there but no living being had actually shown itself if not for the red-eyed death standing before him now.
Had he been too bold, Vereor realised, this might not just be his first encounter with a netherworld creature but also his last.

Yummei almost laughed at the answer he received. Although he was slightly taken aback by the question of the hollow he enjoyed answering it.

Leaning in close to the hollows face, he could feel his hot breath bouncing back of the skin of the hollow and he chuckled slightly. Motioning for the hollow to lean down a little, he whispered.

‘‘I’m what goes bump in the night baby…’’ And then with a manic laugh he slapped the hollow on the back, taking a serious tone he asked ‘‘But first things first eh, out of the blue I approach you with this offer it must seem a little strange. I cannot tell you the full extent of my plans for they are not even clear in my own head as of yet. But I am a man of my word as it where despite small problems like mental instability I will keep to my promises. And I promise that as long as you follow faithfully you will reap the benefits.’’

Taking a step back Yummei eyed up his new compadree, ‘‘To start of with lets see what moves you got eh? Attack me.’’

Yummei took a stance and waited to be rushed.

“Attack you?” Now it was Vereor’s turn to laugh. “Of course I do not know the true extent of your power but it is safe to say that it is well beyond mine. A vein attempt it would be to strike at you though not entirely unsatisfying. Let me, for the sake of conversation, see whether you’re as tough as you undoubtedly are.”

Here trouble really started for Vereor. Even though in the human world his strength would have been unbelievable he doubted that in this afterlife it wasn’t much so. However, there still were options, if he could just escape this hollow’s attention for a moment speed would allow him to get one or two shots in.

‘Here comes some dirty play’ Vereor thought and focussed. ‘It would be wisest to keep moving after striking him, taken that I’ll manage to. At least the chances of retalliation will shrink and compensate for my lack of practice in trying to kill something.’
Sliding into a crouched starting stance aimed somewhat to his opponent’s position it was all about waiting for the wind to come.

The creature had announced its presence by releasing a distinct pressure and even though Vereor had thusfar been oblivious to its existence he had noticed that he himself as well carried something of the kind. His own was much less apparent and he had the feeling that in a way he’d be able to hide his personal ‘signature’, reducing the hollows senses greatly and having him rely on hearing and vision only.
Of those two remaining main senses, vision was most keen. Not only did sound have a delay with it but it was also harder to locate a moving object’s arms and attacks. Even if they were audible they would still be hidden by the much louder sound of his steps.
Vision therefore was the thing to beat when forcing an opening in the faced defence and Vereor had just the plan for that.

Looking to their left by a small dust cloud Vereor saw that sufficient wind was coming and smiled at his unknown opponent. “You may want to watch closely, friend.” He spoke silently but audible and when the last word left his lips Vereor hid his riatsu as well as he could and set off into a run.
First he circled round the hollow in a rather large circle, obviously not posing a threat yet but using the trajectory to accelerate. As the first of the coming winds reached their location he immediately turned straight at his opponent and charged head-on.
In the fifty feet that lay between them Vereor reached his maximum velocity halfway trough and the wind had carried all the sand he excessively kicked up during his lap around now between them.
The cloud wasn’t enough to obscure sharp vision, of course, that Vereor knew all too well. However, what followed just might. Raising his right arm unsuspiciously and opening his hand at his current speed had it fill with the sharp sand right before he reached the Hollow.

The creature just stood where it had all the time and awaited him with the calm threatening expression on its face. One Vereor expected was just its regular and he didn’t bother for it much, he only hoped that he’d get somewhere with this and tightened his left hands grip around the sharp piece of bone he had already had with him before.
‘Two tries to obscure vision, one to attack. Here goes nothing..’