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"Mi nombre es Izeel...soy tu amigo que te salvó."
"My name is Izeel... I am your friend who saved you."
Amigo? Amico...? Friend. Slowly, the whirling winds within the room begin to calm. His words, though foreign to her, seem to make it thorough her thick skull, momentarily appeasing her. Her stance begins to relax as she lowers her hips, until she's crouching on the floor, it is now, that she notes the other presence in the overturned room. She crawls around until she finds a tall shelf on one of the desks, to perch and look down as the conversation between the two continues, topics of no concern to her. Not that she could understand their exchange of words.
"I survive, and eat... that's all I know how to do, still, even after all these years. Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
Most of the words that are uttered don't register as anything of meaning to her, everything is still backwards to her in her brain, like a child relearning how to speak, she stares blankly for a few seconds, until the slightest tone resentment? aggression? envy? She can't comprehend the emotion portrayed by the legless arrancar crawling on the floor, what she can hone in on is the animosity aimed at her. Kan depwa gweb dis?! (Can you believe this?!) Her belly rumbles, but she ignores it in her tiny fuming rage.
"Hooba da frab do depwa deesh depwa woka???"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The miniature arrancar slams her forehead against the wall, frustrated at the jumbled mess of words that come from her, making it difficult for anyone to understand her. The girl's hierro slightly cracks from the force. She repeats the action with greater force, only for the wall to give way from the harder impact, while her cracked hierro, once again repairs itself within seconds. her teeth click with annoyance, then turns to Izeel, then Galia, the metaphorical hamster turning the wheel in her brain as she thought to "reset" her speech impediment. Izeel looks far too frail for the amount of force needed, and no structure here would have the reinforcement to remain after such a brutal impact. So her attention turns to Galia, whom despite having lost his legs, he could perhaps still boast a resilient Hierro. She knocks on her forehead, signaling him to brace himself, then lunges forward at full speed, like a torpedo, aiming for the man's very own forehead.
WHACK!
Elliora's hierro breaks further than it ever did from smacking herself against the wall of Izeel's laboratory, hard enough that beyond her hierro cracking, blood seeps from the broken skin beneath the broken armament. She staggers briefly, discombobulated for a second from the impact. Exactly how did she know this creatures armament would withstand the impact? She didn't. She has no recollection of him, lest his scent. She didn't remember his name, his face, nor his voice. The only thing she could ever manage to remember were people's scents. And she remembers his from her experience with the oversized beast she helped evolve weeks prior. He looked far sturdier than she or Izeel, and was perfect to scramble her brain a second time.
She shakes her head, regaining her bearings and her senses. She squints, waiting for either of them to say something, but being the impatient creature that she is, she looks around, catching sight of the screens recording the events within the laboratory. Her small fingers press buttons one buy one, curiously to figure out the commands. Fast Forward. Stop. Play. Volume down. Rewind. Pause. Mute. She can't exactly see over the desk in her small stature, so she lifts herself up with a gust of wind, hovering in the air, making the buttons now visible to her. Now she presses the correct buttons; Volume up, Rewinding back to the bitter words she could not understand. Play.
"...Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
Rewind. Volume up. Play.
"...Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
She's remains quiet for a moment, then glances at Izeel.
AMIGO.
Then glances around the partially destroyed lab. Once again, the metaphorical hamster hard at work.
"Uh, what's with her? Why's she look like that?"
With each sentence, each word, each breath he takes, he further digs his own grave as she looks onto him with absolute disdain. She was never one to care of people's opinion of her, but this this was outright insulting. She had power long before the morsel she ate of the failure godking, and she will have it after. Any power she has, she acquired herself, and suffered for it. This form is not going to stand in the way of any of her whims.
"What'd ya do to her? Oh boy… Abraam isn't gonna like that.."
"Abraam...? Who... No. Tell Elli, can feel?"
For a moment, she is curious about the name at the mention of her loyal subordinate, then interjects asking a question of her own in her small voice, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her question perhaps raising far more questions as it is as concise as it could possibly be. What could he feel? Her spiritual pressure was not running rampant, nor Izeel's. She does not cease picking at her nose as she watches him curiously. Deja vu? Has she done this before? Countless times, as a matter of fact, simply to far weaker creatures than the arrancar in the room, and perhaps stronger ones. At what point does the armored prehistoric arrancar begin to feel his oxygenated blood move faster through his blood stream? The speed picks up with each passing instant of time, until the veins and arteries burst, unable to contain them inside. Cyclones of wind tempest within the male's body, shredding everything from the inside out. Did he think she, who hears all, would not hear his words? That she would not find herself insulted? How quick are they to forget that her power does not come from brutal strength; despite her with the one with the bird brain. Izeel is spared the fate of having all his organs liquified within his own body after approaching the crazy creature with caution. He was indeed an intelligent one, if at all, he knew how to self-preserve. Galia, on the other hand, would find his lungs, brain, heart, liver, intestines and well, everything within the man's hierro; the barrier that she once again easily circumvented a second time from arrancar boasting their indestructability, only to be turned to mush in an instant.
She raises her tiny hands in the air, containing the cyclone, condensing it and splitting a small amount into a smaller tornado, which she pours the contents of one into a beaker, while she slurps the larger one up, sating her hunger for now. A small gesture of appreciation to the monster that kept the tiny monster alive after her ordeal against the newest Zero Espada that roams an empty castle.
"For you. I play now."
She throws her hands in the air once again, this time giving a crude gesture as she leaves Izeel's lab. The child monster leaving him to his own devices and the mess she left behind while she goes on to digest her food in search of more fun things to do than overstay her welcome in the lab. There will be more days to annoy Izeel while he studies her mental setbacks and other aspects.
"Mi nombre es Izeel...soy tu amigo que te salvó."
"My name is Izeel... I am your friend who saved you."
Amigo? Amico...? Friend. Slowly, the whirling winds within the room begin to calm. His words, though foreign to her, seem to make it thorough her thick skull, momentarily appeasing her. Her stance begins to relax as she lowers her hips, until she's crouching on the floor, it is now, that she notes the other presence in the overturned room. She crawls around until she finds a tall shelf on one of the desks, to perch and look down as the conversation between the two continues, topics of no concern to her. Not that she could understand their exchange of words.
"I survive, and eat... that's all I know how to do, still, even after all these years. Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
Most of the words that are uttered don't register as anything of meaning to her, everything is still backwards to her in her brain, like a child relearning how to speak, she stares blankly for a few seconds, until the slightest tone resentment? aggression? envy? She can't comprehend the emotion portrayed by the legless arrancar crawling on the floor, what she can hone in on is the animosity aimed at her. Kan depwa gweb dis?! (Can you believe this?!) Her belly rumbles, but she ignores it in her tiny fuming rage.
"Hooba da frab do depwa deesh depwa woka???"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
The miniature arrancar slams her forehead against the wall, frustrated at the jumbled mess of words that come from her, making it difficult for anyone to understand her. The girl's hierro slightly cracks from the force. She repeats the action with greater force, only for the wall to give way from the harder impact, while her cracked hierro, once again repairs itself within seconds. her teeth click with annoyance, then turns to Izeel, then Galia, the metaphorical hamster turning the wheel in her brain as she thought to "reset" her speech impediment. Izeel looks far too frail for the amount of force needed, and no structure here would have the reinforcement to remain after such a brutal impact. So her attention turns to Galia, whom despite having lost his legs, he could perhaps still boast a resilient Hierro. She knocks on her forehead, signaling him to brace himself, then lunges forward at full speed, like a torpedo, aiming for the man's very own forehead.
WHACK!
Elliora's hierro breaks further than it ever did from smacking herself against the wall of Izeel's laboratory, hard enough that beyond her hierro cracking, blood seeps from the broken skin beneath the broken armament. She staggers briefly, discombobulated for a second from the impact. Exactly how did she know this creatures armament would withstand the impact? She didn't. She has no recollection of him, lest his scent. She didn't remember his name, his face, nor his voice. The only thing she could ever manage to remember were people's scents. And she remembers his from her experience with the oversized beast she helped evolve weeks prior. He looked far sturdier than she or Izeel, and was perfect to scramble her brain a second time.
She shakes her head, regaining her bearings and her senses. She squints, waiting for either of them to say something, but being the impatient creature that she is, she looks around, catching sight of the screens recording the events within the laboratory. Her small fingers press buttons one buy one, curiously to figure out the commands. Fast Forward. Stop. Play. Volume down. Rewind. Pause. Mute. She can't exactly see over the desk in her small stature, so she lifts herself up with a gust of wind, hovering in the air, making the buttons now visible to her. Now she presses the correct buttons; Volume up, Rewinding back to the bitter words she could not understand. Play.
"...Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
Rewind. Volume up. Play.
"...Some of us don't get lucky and obtain power simply by eating parts of a former god king."
She's remains quiet for a moment, then glances at Izeel.
AMIGO.
Then glances around the partially destroyed lab. Once again, the metaphorical hamster hard at work.
"Uh, what's with her? Why's she look like that?"
With each sentence, each word, each breath he takes, he further digs his own grave as she looks onto him with absolute disdain. She was never one to care of people's opinion of her, but this this was outright insulting. She had power long before the morsel she ate of the failure godking, and she will have it after. Any power she has, she acquired herself, and suffered for it. This form is not going to stand in the way of any of her whims.
"What'd ya do to her? Oh boy… Abraam isn't gonna like that.."
"Abraam...? Who... No. Tell Elli, can feel?"
For a moment, she is curious about the name at the mention of her loyal subordinate, then interjects asking a question of her own in her small voice, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her question perhaps raising far more questions as it is as concise as it could possibly be. What could he feel? Her spiritual pressure was not running rampant, nor Izeel's. She does not cease picking at her nose as she watches him curiously. Deja vu? Has she done this before? Countless times, as a matter of fact, simply to far weaker creatures than the arrancar in the room, and perhaps stronger ones. At what point does the armored prehistoric arrancar begin to feel his oxygenated blood move faster through his blood stream? The speed picks up with each passing instant of time, until the veins and arteries burst, unable to contain them inside. Cyclones of wind tempest within the male's body, shredding everything from the inside out. Did he think she, who hears all, would not hear his words? That she would not find herself insulted? How quick are they to forget that her power does not come from brutal strength; despite her with the one with the bird brain. Izeel is spared the fate of having all his organs liquified within his own body after approaching the crazy creature with caution. He was indeed an intelligent one, if at all, he knew how to self-preserve. Galia, on the other hand, would find his lungs, brain, heart, liver, intestines and well, everything within the man's hierro; the barrier that she once again easily circumvented a second time from arrancar boasting their indestructability, only to be turned to mush in an instant.
She raises her tiny hands in the air, containing the cyclone, condensing it and splitting a small amount into a smaller tornado, which she pours the contents of one into a beaker, while she slurps the larger one up, sating her hunger for now. A small gesture of appreciation to the monster that kept the tiny monster alive after her ordeal against the newest Zero Espada that roams an empty castle.
"For you. I play now."
She throws her hands in the air once again, this time giving a crude gesture as she leaves Izeel's lab. The child monster leaving him to his own devices and the mess she left behind while she goes on to digest her food in search of more fun things to do than overstay her welcome in the lab. There will be more days to annoy Izeel while he studies her mental setbacks and other aspects.
