Post by Oliver Bardon Javier on Jul 9, 2019 3:41:36 GMT
How long had he been here? Oliver struggled to keep count as the will to fight slowly left his body. It had to be at least a week. Maybe even two at this point. He was without his armor, given nothing but his Heilig Bogen and his will to live. But there was no time for regret, no time to rethink things, barely even enough time to plan. In a fight instincts often serve a more important role than your intellect or power. One cannot always plan for everything, nor could someone expect to win every fight on power alone. You had to adapt to survive. Something Oliver had failed to realize in his past. It was something his father had made very clear in their training. That is why he was here today in this damnable forrest, fighting hordes of Hollows. He couldn’t afford to plan. What precious time he had was spent foraging and resting.
“Oh Quincy… Where are you, little one…” He’d hear echoing through-out the fields. Oliver had taken to calling the boisterous voiced Hollow “Loudspeaker”. If only he could find it to shut it the hell up. Oliver quickly pressed a hand against his leg and winced, trying to stop the blood flow from a rather deep wound. Sighing as he lowered his Reiatsu, Oliver nearly passed out from exhaustion. “Maybe seven coins was a bit too much…” He’d mutter, checking his Cross. It was fairly unremarkable, the only ornate part being the spaded tips on each end. The symbol of his family and the only thing keeping him alive right now.
“I bet if you were still around, you would’ve taken these things down already, Balthus…” It was a sentiment he made with both envy and sorrow. No matter how hard Oliver tried, no matter how distorted he made his memories, he just couldn’t bring himself to hate his brother. In fact, he couldn’t even bring himself to hate his father despite the man caring so little for him. Oliver didn’t know why he had such little regard for everyone else, but simply could not ignore them. All those random fights which broke out between him and his brother, all the broken bones and bloodied lips. They gave him nostalgia.
Suddenly the tree which he was resting in would shatter to pieces, tossing Oliver meekly to the side. With a loud thud he would roll along the ground before finally catching himself. His bloodied hand would rise and summon his Heilig Bogen which he aimed at the hollow who disturbed his rest. With the quick fire of his bow, the Hollow’s mask would shatter into a dozen pieces, killing the beast almost as fast as it had arrived. “Mange de la merde…” Oliver muttered before rising up and removing the tattered pieces of his shirt. A long, bleeding slash ran the length of his torso. Moving around would reveal splinters had found their way inside. The simple pain was making Oliver reconsider this whole training session.
“There you are!” That loud, shrill voice would shout. Coming just over the tree line was an enormous Hollow around the size of a 2-Story building. Oliver gave a slight grin before raising the cross up to the Hollow. “I was looking for you putain, but it seems you came right to me”
The Hollow had a fairly plain looking mask with a long protruding beak, almost like a Menos Grande’s mask. It’s tilted its head like a curious bird, laughing at Oliver’s remark. “You weren’t looking very hard, tiny quincy. I’ve been singing to you all this time!”
“Trust me, I was well aware. Though I wouldn’t call that squealing ‘Singing’”
The Hollow edged closer. “You didn’t like my singing? No… you insult my singing?” It took a swipe at Oliver, far too fast for him to dodge in his current condition. He felt the flesh on the right side of his ribs get torn apart as he spun along the ground. “I’m going to hurt you for that…” It’d state as it continued to walk up to him. “I’m going to find your loved ones tooo, hurt them even worse, make you watch when you’re dead. What wonder-” Suddenly it would shriek as a blue bolt of Reishi tore through it’s mask. Another struck, completely shattering it as it slowly dissipated to nothing. A tall and heavy built man would land near Oliver, cursing under his breath.
“It seems my aim is going bad in my old age. Oliver, did you set this up?” The man asked gruffly.
“Yes, Father. I would’ve killed that Hollow if you didn’t-”
The man held up a hand. “You’re a young fool who would have died there. I have some medical supplies, patch yourself up and go home. We will talk about this once I finish cleaning up this mess”
“I can-”
“Hold your tongue. I’m letting you off easy for now. Don’t make me rethink my choice”
Oliver stood and caught the supplies his father threw towards him. Once more his father had to come in and save the day, making him look even more inept… Why couldn’t he just let Oliver prove his strength? The quincy pocketed the supplies before quickly hopping into the tree line. Every so often he would pause, taking a shot at a weaker Hollow despite how badly cut up his hands were. It was mostly out of spite towards his father. No doubt he would get an hour long lecture on how doing this could “endanger the lives of others” or “attract the attention of the Shinigami”. So what? He could take down a Shinigami just as easily as he could take down a hollow. Given the hundreds he had killed in the past days, Oliver bet he could take on the whole of Soul Society.
Finally Oliver would escape the Hollow filled forest. He’d take a slight rest against a tree as he thought of ways to get out of his lecture. That slight rest, however, would turn out to be a mistake. The exhaustion of barely getting any sleep, blood loss, and the anxiety of survival finally caught up with him like a train crash. Oliver slumped over and landed in the soft ground, finally succumbing to exhaustion.
“Oh Quincy… Where are you, little one…” He’d hear echoing through-out the fields. Oliver had taken to calling the boisterous voiced Hollow “Loudspeaker”. If only he could find it to shut it the hell up. Oliver quickly pressed a hand against his leg and winced, trying to stop the blood flow from a rather deep wound. Sighing as he lowered his Reiatsu, Oliver nearly passed out from exhaustion. “Maybe seven coins was a bit too much…” He’d mutter, checking his Cross. It was fairly unremarkable, the only ornate part being the spaded tips on each end. The symbol of his family and the only thing keeping him alive right now.
“I bet if you were still around, you would’ve taken these things down already, Balthus…” It was a sentiment he made with both envy and sorrow. No matter how hard Oliver tried, no matter how distorted he made his memories, he just couldn’t bring himself to hate his brother. In fact, he couldn’t even bring himself to hate his father despite the man caring so little for him. Oliver didn’t know why he had such little regard for everyone else, but simply could not ignore them. All those random fights which broke out between him and his brother, all the broken bones and bloodied lips. They gave him nostalgia.
Suddenly the tree which he was resting in would shatter to pieces, tossing Oliver meekly to the side. With a loud thud he would roll along the ground before finally catching himself. His bloodied hand would rise and summon his Heilig Bogen which he aimed at the hollow who disturbed his rest. With the quick fire of his bow, the Hollow’s mask would shatter into a dozen pieces, killing the beast almost as fast as it had arrived. “Mange de la merde…” Oliver muttered before rising up and removing the tattered pieces of his shirt. A long, bleeding slash ran the length of his torso. Moving around would reveal splinters had found their way inside. The simple pain was making Oliver reconsider this whole training session.
“There you are!” That loud, shrill voice would shout. Coming just over the tree line was an enormous Hollow around the size of a 2-Story building. Oliver gave a slight grin before raising the cross up to the Hollow. “I was looking for you putain, but it seems you came right to me”
The Hollow had a fairly plain looking mask with a long protruding beak, almost like a Menos Grande’s mask. It’s tilted its head like a curious bird, laughing at Oliver’s remark. “You weren’t looking very hard, tiny quincy. I’ve been singing to you all this time!”
“Trust me, I was well aware. Though I wouldn’t call that squealing ‘Singing’”
The Hollow edged closer. “You didn’t like my singing? No… you insult my singing?” It took a swipe at Oliver, far too fast for him to dodge in his current condition. He felt the flesh on the right side of his ribs get torn apart as he spun along the ground. “I’m going to hurt you for that…” It’d state as it continued to walk up to him. “I’m going to find your loved ones tooo, hurt them even worse, make you watch when you’re dead. What wonder-” Suddenly it would shriek as a blue bolt of Reishi tore through it’s mask. Another struck, completely shattering it as it slowly dissipated to nothing. A tall and heavy built man would land near Oliver, cursing under his breath.
“It seems my aim is going bad in my old age. Oliver, did you set this up?” The man asked gruffly.
“Yes, Father. I would’ve killed that Hollow if you didn’t-”
The man held up a hand. “You’re a young fool who would have died there. I have some medical supplies, patch yourself up and go home. We will talk about this once I finish cleaning up this mess”
“I can-”
“Hold your tongue. I’m letting you off easy for now. Don’t make me rethink my choice”
Oliver stood and caught the supplies his father threw towards him. Once more his father had to come in and save the day, making him look even more inept… Why couldn’t he just let Oliver prove his strength? The quincy pocketed the supplies before quickly hopping into the tree line. Every so often he would pause, taking a shot at a weaker Hollow despite how badly cut up his hands were. It was mostly out of spite towards his father. No doubt he would get an hour long lecture on how doing this could “endanger the lives of others” or “attract the attention of the Shinigami”. So what? He could take down a Shinigami just as easily as he could take down a hollow. Given the hundreds he had killed in the past days, Oliver bet he could take on the whole of Soul Society.
Finally Oliver would escape the Hollow filled forest. He’d take a slight rest against a tree as he thought of ways to get out of his lecture. That slight rest, however, would turn out to be a mistake. The exhaustion of barely getting any sleep, blood loss, and the anxiety of survival finally caught up with him like a train crash. Oliver slumped over and landed in the soft ground, finally succumbing to exhaustion.
