A dark place (Frost + Ayame)

OOC: Sorry about the wait, I kind pulled a Arawn: deleted my typing then had to rewrite it >.<


When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

It began with a bang, no not the universe, but the start of his troubles. His job for that day was simple dispose of some dangerous materials. He knew little but nothing about these materials. By themselves they were deadly toxic, thus he had been equipped wish a mask and breathing apparatus. Not only that but he was also decked out in a full body glove suit to protect him for accidental leaks. A freighting thought to what the stuff could do. He wondered why they didn’t give him any help. Everyone claimed to busy, and they claimed it was such an easy task that one person was more than enough. The truth was it was that it was extremely dangerous. The chemicals used were actually ally byproducts of the various experiments that were deemed unusable. Arawn resigned himself to the task, but someone took pity on him and showed him the elevator down to the incinerator.

He made the trip in near silence, his only companions the squeak the metal made the descent. Arawn had pressed the button for the 2nd basement as he was instructed and proceeded down the hallway. The hallway was lined with doors. Various names and words lost on him. He was looking for only one word “Disposal”. He found three doors labeled thus. He decided to take the first of them. The door was unlocked in side was a relatively small room with a large machine filling half the space. There were various pipes and tubes, with many different gauges and lights. In the middle of the machinery was a door. It had a simple metal latch and hinges. It almost looked out of place upon the metal monstrosity. The metal door opened with a creak and inside he saw only darkness.
“Oh well.” he pulled the tray of various vials from the push cart and dropped them into the pitch blackness one by one. He closed the door, and looked for a button to press to start the process. There was none. Just then there was a rumble. At first it was just a small sound, but it grew til the whole room shook. The floor started to buckle and the ceiling cracked. A jet of flame exploded from the metal door he had dumped the chemicals. The door was blown free of it’s hinges and flew past his head into the wall. Before he question the flames’ purplish color the earth opened beneath him and the roof came crashing down.

Unbeknown it to Arawn he had dumped the chemicals into the trash disposal system which snaked it’s way through Sereitei. And while the chemical were toxic by themselves, they proved to be quite explosive when mixed with each other and various items found in the trash line. First it started a fire, then and series of explosions. All of Sereitei started to shake, and in some places the ground collapsed.

Ryouta was sitting in his office in a rare moment of idleness when he felt the first tremor. Odd...I know for a fact that this office is not above a fault line, or any statistically at risk natural disaster for that matter. Or even just regular disasters, Ryouta thought. He also knew that the 12th Division barracks and SRDI buildings were specially designed for disasters even if they were to occur- especially since those were the areas disasters were most likely to occur. Ryouta was about to dismiss the abnormality as unimportant when the next couple of tremors hit. These were more violent, and Ryouta actually noted with some concern that his furniture was being moved out of their customary positions, which was surprising considering that they had been sitting in the same places for so long they had left indentations in the hardwood floor.

Ryouta decided to take action. "Computer?"

"Captain?"

"What is the source of those tremors?"

"Analyzing...tremors appear to be the results of explosions occurring underground in Seireitei's trash disposal system. Calculating...origin appears to be from 12th Division grounds. Processing...obtaining status of possibly explosive experiments being done by the SRDI...none found. Processing..."

"Wait, Computer, are there any projects being done with explosive byproducts or waste?"

"Processing...not individually. Chemical waste when combined could produce such explosions."

"I see...damage assessment?"

"The 12th Division has suffered little damage with the exception of the mundane disposal trash disposal system. Other areas of Seireitei have experienced tremors, and in some areas, the ground has collapsed. Damage to large portions of the trash disposal system detected."

Ryouta nodded his head. Made sense, probably some rookie didn't know which trash disposal system to use, and had made the mistake of using the one for normal garbage. He put a finger to a button on his desk, activating an intercom. "All 12th Division members not working on projects classified as Epsilon projects or above are ordered to head into Seireitei and do what can be done to facilitate repairs." Ryouta removed his finger from the button. "Now to do my job," he muttered to himself.

Ryouta left his seat and headed to the door, but stopped. This was going to be the first time he was seen by anyone in Seireitei for a month's time. His operation had left him obviously visually changed, and the assimilation process had taken longer than expected. Now, Ryouta possessed a mechanical eye and a mechanical left arm, both shiny and cold examples of supertechnology. The area of his face around his left eye was scarred, and not only that his hair had changed from black to gray, no doubt due to stress. Ryouta had also forgotten to remove his haori before the operation, and it had been cut by the scalpel. It had been sewn together rather badly by Ryouta himself with gray thread because that was all he had. While he'd been at it, Ryouta had decided he might as well make some modifications, so it now resembled a haori redesigned to look like a lab coat that had been sewn together with the wrong color stitches.

Anyway, Ryouta headed off for the disposal rooms, where found, predictably, the door of the 1st room ajar and still leaking a hint of smoke, as well as a somewhat acrid smell. Ryouta peeked inside to see that the floor and ceiling had given way, leaving the room in darkness. He wondered if the person responsible was still alive, and then remembered he had the ability to find out with his new eye. With a thought, he changed it to infrared mode, closing his right eye as he did so so as not to send his brain conflicting signals. There was residual heat left over from the explosions, but no person. Well, he had nothing else to do for the day anyway. Ryouta jumped down into the hole, landing softly on the ground. He appeared to be in a network of tunnels underground, and a quick glance around again did not reveal any signs of a person. "This is Captain Ayame Ryouta!" he called out into the darkness. "Anyone there? Show yourself!"

“miss?! Miss!?...” yells were to hear from the 10 squad barracks as kuro somehow had mangers to get past them without getting noticed by the escort she normally had following her around, when she went outside from the area, it had actually been quite easy for her to get out of there for once, since most of the shinigami´s from the 10 squad were mostly out on duty somewhere today, somewhere else to relax or take a day off, it had only taken a bit of skill to sneak past her guards and then her escape road had been clear and was through the garden.

Crawling up in a small tree inside the garden kuro jumped from it to the wall of the barracks and then slowly slipping down on the ground outside of the barracks, with a slight smile on her lips, she began to walk down one of the roads to finally be able to explore sereitei the way she wanted to, and well it could not harm that she went alone without her escort since she was wearing the ropes of a shinigami…

while she was walking down one of the road she could suddenly, see how the birds in one of the trees suddenly flew away like something had startled them, like something was approaching.
She had a bad feeling of a cold shiver going down her spine which just made her more nervous, and suddenly she could feel the ground beginning to shake beneath her feet, like something big was coming her way.

It was hard even for her to stand, and she tried to get over to wall for support until it stopped, she could hear a cracking sounds from the ground, and then the ground sprung open under her and she watched up into the sky as she felt herself falling into a dark oblivion.

//its not the best >_> and its not every loong and sorry for the waiting i hope its okay..//

Arawn coughed and jerked upright. He had been lying on his back. It was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked aloud almost hoping someone would answer. He remembered the explosion, but apparently he had survived it. He could feel the earth beneath him he tried to stand and reached for a wall. The wall was stone as well. He could only guess he was still in the basement. He needed some light, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but it didn't help much. The young shinigami reached into his shirt and pulled out his phone. The phone showed no reception. Where ever he was it was out of range. He pressed the buttons and the light from the screen intensified. His surroundings were now illuminated, but what he saw troubled him. He wasn't in the basement at all, he was in in a tunnel. He pointed the screen upwards, there wasn't a hole in the ceiling. Behind him there was wall of rocks and gravel as he brought the light closer to the pile. Upon closer examination of the ground he was what could only be drag marks. Someone had pulled him here? But why had they stopped. Since he couldn't advance he looked down the dark tunnel and started walking the light from his phone guiding him.

Hearing no response, Ryouta sighed. It would've been much easier for him if someone had responded. Now he had to go explore these tunnels, and either find the Shinigami responsible, or find evidence that said Shinigami was dead. At least his new eye would make the job easier than it would've been without it. Ryouta took another quick glance around, looking for signs of moving heat, indicative perhaps of life. Ryouta decided ultimately to continue from his current position down the network of tunnels that formed the disposal system, when something strange caught his eye.

There was a tunnel branching off from the main one, but this one was a good deal smaller, and did not appear to be Shinigami-made. Something specially suited to digging had created a new tunnel, and not a machine either by the looks of it. The work was too rough, and anyway, any Shinigami-made tunnel would be sealed wih concrete to prevent mold or plantlife from taking over. Closer examination revealed drag marks in the earth, and what's more, they appeared fresh. Maybe a body had been dragged down this tunnel? Something alive is down here, thought Ryouta. A burrowing creature of some sort, and of considerable size too, based on the height of the tunnel, which Ryouta could easily stand up in.

He decided to enter the tunnel and continue down its length. It was possible that the creature was a Hollow, but Ryouta didn't think it likely. How would a Hollow get in here? Seireitei was surrounded by Sekiseki stone. And also, the experiments 12th Division did on Hollows were tightly regulated, and any Shinigami responsible for an escape would have to deal with Ryouta, which most people thought to be an unpleasant punishment, to say the least. Ryouta thought it more likely that it was a mutated burrowing creature, perhaps a mole or something that had been exposed to some 12th Division waste and thus mutated. It was a minuscule chance, but Ryouta thought it more likely than someone in his Division messing up. Then again...this whole scenario was caused by someone in his Division messing up.

Ryouta sighed again. "Bakudo#12: Ambush Flare." Ryouta gestured at the entrance of the tunnel, causing a net of reiatsu to appear, and then fade, now invisible. He purposely made it weak; any being of spiritual power would be able to break it- Ryouta just wanted to know if something else was using this tunnel. He continued down the tunnel, which was curiously moist. Odd.

Kuro coughed a little as she woke again, getting the dusty taste out of her mouth as she open her eyes, she didn’t believe, she didn’t believe her own eyes everything seem to be dark, she couldn’t see anything at all it was like looking into oblivion, and worst of all it was so quite that she could only hear her own heart beating and the sounds of ruble been move as she made when she tried to sit up.

The holes above her seem to be blocked since there were no light down in the tunnel, or whatever she had fell into as the ground had open up under her. Most of her whole body felt sore and her left arm felt awkwardly warm while I had a stinging pain pulsing thought it, but as she tried to move it she couldn’t move it at all, surly it was broke or maybe out of joint, but I couldn’t get worse could it? Was one of the thought that got flying through her mind as she gently touch the bloodied arm and felt the warm blood cling to her hand as she could feel a pain rushing through her arm it was deftly broken…

Sitting down and calming herself, kuro was trying to hold back the rising panic that was slowly begin to rise with a lot of things she didn’t wanted to think about right now… well atlases now she had learn that It would maybe been better if her escort had been with her, then this surly would never had happened, slowly begin to stand up on her legs kuro moved slowly forwards until she some kind of wall, following the wall would take her someplace and it was better than staying back and begin to panic´, walking in a slow past while the blood was slowly dripping down from her left hand she would try to find her own exist

He traveled in silence, the darkness his only companion. He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't like the dark. Shadows coupled with his overactive imagination often made him see things that weren't there. Thankfully he had some light, he probably would have gone crazy otherwise. The tunnel was irregular in shape at points, it rose and fell at odd intervals. Finally he came fork in his road. The tunnel suddenly branched into two more paths. Arawn groaned. Unfortunately he had lost track of the drag marks. He examined the ground closely for some other form of prints to follow. There were small markings on the walls and floor leading down both paths. Try as he might the light from his phone wasn't enough to pierce deeply into the tunnel. While he was looking down he left path he heard a clicking noise. He tried to look further down the tunnel, he strained his eyes. A shape detached itself from the shadows and came at him. Startled his phone dropped to the ground and the light filled cross chamber. Once out of the tunnel his light illuminated the creature. It ran along the ceiling on hairy spider legs it's body the was scaly and rotund. Although it barely came to his knees, it was wide enough to fill the tunnel. The most disturbing aspect was there wansn't a head, but he noted the part of the body coming directly at him was white and there was a mouth filled with teeth. Arawn stumbled backwards and reached for his sword across his back. But he couldn't finish drawing his blade. The tunnel while big enough for him to move through, wasn't wide enough for him to pull his weapon straight out. The creature had stopped moving, he quickly adjusts his scabbard and frees the weapon.

In the dim light he notices motion from the creature's mouth, whatever it was it shot forward and wrapped around his sword arm. Shocked the shinigami is unprepared for when the creature yanks him off his feet and to the ground. Facedown in the dirt he whips his head up just to see the creature jump it's spiny legs aimed at him. When it jumped the tongue rope had slackened. Arawn managed to roll to the side. The legs pierce into the ground easily, but trap it. Barely sitting up he swings the blade severing all 3 of it's legs on the left side. Unbalanced it flops to the dirt. The tongue releases as it shudders. Arawn stands and looks down at the creature. It tries to move at him but only makes a circle on the ground. Was this what dragged him? With a sigh he brings the blade down, something like a scream escapes it's mouth as it dies. It's body fades in a very familiar fashion. "A hollow?" He looks at the tunnel it had come from. "It came from there, maybe that's the way out." Picking up his phone he continues his journey.

As Ryouta continued down the tunnel, he began to notice a rather rank smell reaching his nostrils. It smelled of rot, of death, of decay. The further he traveled down the tunnel, the more he began to feel what he thought was Hollow reiatsu. But it felt faint, and as if it was coming from many directions at once. Ryouta couldn't deny it any longer; there was a Hollow down here. Someone was certainly to blame for this.

Then all of a sudden, several of the Hollow reiatsus around him flared at once, and the tunnel walls around him exploded outward as worm-like Hollows that seemed all teeth and digestive tract launched themselves at him. "Hakufuku." Ryouta's quickly uttered kido spell resulted in a small explosion that knocked every single worm Hollow out, completely unconscious on the floor. He could still feel other presences around him though, and they were getting closer.

The fact that he had actually used a spell offensively meant that anything or anyone in the tunnels would probably have felt the spike in his spiritual pressure. Hopefully any Shinigami down here would find him. Ryouta found it unlikely that the Hollows down here would prove difficult for him to fight, but they might be for others. As an afterthought, Ryouta used Bakudo#38 on the worm Hollows he'd rendered unconscious. That way, he could study them later; they were odd in that they all seemed to have the exact same reiatsu signature. Maybe some closer inspection later on would prove fruitful.

Dark so dark and with no sound but her own heart beating around her kuro feel really like she was lost in another world, maybe it was another world? Or was it just her imagination that was running wild with all kinda of idea about a monster there could jump her any moment?! From the pitch black darkness that surround her.. Slowly walking through the darkness kuro was still trying to find her way out of what seem to be a cave or tunnel. The pain in Kuro arm were only getting worse by the minute and the wound seem to keep bleeding even thought she had made a pressure on the wound with a part of tear cloth from her uniform. With a hand on the tunnel wall Kuro was slowly feeling her way forward, but there was something that was troubling her right now and that was the tunnel wall didnt seemed to be human made, the wall side was all uneven like something had clawed it way through or some sort of drill..

after minutes of wandering through the darkness, kuro felt something wet on the side of the wall, cold, wet and slimy “ewwww..ewwww... what the hell is that?!” waving her hand around as tried to get the slime or water away from her hand.. Suddenly she could hear something behind her, almost like something was running towards her, something that was moving faster then any other shinigami she had meet.. turning around and drawing her one of her half broke zanpaktoes so she was ready to defend herself... she couldn’t see her enemy but hell! She could feel its spiritual pressure that was closing in on her..

“COME AND FIGHT ME!...” she scream so it echoed down the tunnels, before the tunnel once again got all quite... standing there all in the dark kuro hold her blade ready to fight what ever would come at her, holding a tight grib around the handle of the sword she gently wait.. she suddenly felt it a sudden high spike of spiritual..further along the tunnel. Kuro slowly turn around as she loss all her concentration to what could have given that spike of spiritual pressure, The creature attacked from behind, it was only luck that kuro turn around again just as the beast launched it self at her, holding her sword against the beast mouth kuro was able to hold it away from her as she was knocked down on the ground with the monster over her as it was trying to sink its teeth down into her head... she scream for help so it once again echoed down the halls

There was no mistaking it, he had heard a scream. Arawn raced through the tunnel his phone aloft. He didn't know where he was going, just that he had to move. The light of the phone only shone so far down the tunnel. In his right hand he held to his sword just in case more of those creatures showed up. So far nothing, but he kept moving, the scream had already ended. There was no way to pinpoint the location now that he thought about it. The tunnels seemed to stretch forever. It was possible he was just hearing the echo and the owner of the voice was far far away. He sighed as he stopped his break neck pace and slumped against the wall.

He had lost all sense of direction while running. His breathing was labored as he sat. Arawn raised the light to examine his surroundings better. This tunnel looked like all the other tunnels. Wait. There was something different. Along the floor there were several dark spots. It wasn't anything too interesting, but the fact they were evenly spaced apart caught his attention. Slowly he reached forth and touched the spot, he pulled back wet fingers. He sniffed the index finger hesitantly. There was no mistaking the smell of blood. There was another scream, this time it was much closer, he pushed himself off floor of the tunnel and continued down the path, following the trail of blood.

As he rounded a bend in the tunnel he saw a shape on the edge of his would be lantern. As he got closer he saw the figure of a person with an odd shape on top of it. The wasn't any doubt as he rushed forward and slashed the creature as it attempted devour it's victim. His blade carved the small monster in two with easy, and Arawn slumped to the ground once more to catch his breath. "It's alright now." he said between gasps of air. He wished he could say more, but in seeing another one of those creatures meant that there was probably more than two. Arawn raised his light higher to better illuminate the new companion.

Ryouta was starting to get bored of this little underground expedition. Except for those interesting Hollows down the tunnel, he had encountered nothing else remarkable the entire time he'd been down here. If any Shinigami was down here, they were probably dead by now. Ryouta made to head back up to the surface, but then he heard a scream; a human one. Fortunately, the sound came from further down the tunnel, and Ryouta began heading down it.

Unfortunately, the tunnel split off into a fork, and Ryouta hesitated, unsure of which path to take. There was another scream, and a flare of just discernible reiatsu from the left tunnel. Ryouta instantly entered that tunnel and began running down it full speed. Thankfully, his mechanical eye allowed him to run unimpeded by the darkness, and soon two heat signatures of two Shinigami appeared before him. They seemed all right, at least in terms of external injury.

Ryouta grinned in relief, and gave a wave of his mechanical arm. "Good, I'm glad you're alive. Who are you, and what division are you in? ...Oh, and I am Captain Ayame Ryouta." His eye, though it allowed him to see in the dark, did so with infrared detectors - it wasn't detailed enough for him to recognize facial features, else he might've recognized his own squad member.