Gilgar Appears!: People Who Signed Up, Assemble!

A garganta ripped open the distilled blue sky of Karakura Town. It was a good day, a very good day. Not only Did Gilgar finally earn freedom from Katsu, oh so long ago. But now he was free to do as he wished! The age of the Espada and the Shinigami king were over, once again. And it would be another 500 years, atleast, before another one would arise. Gilgar had nothing but time. Five hundred years. Most humans dont understand what its like to have nothing but time. Gilgar had no limit on how long he could live! He had watched humanity from its infancy. From the time they hopped from the threes and spread out into the vast unknown. He knew humanity more then they knew themselves. But now isnt the time for a philosophical debate. Gilgar stepped from behind the Garganta, the blackness escaping his form as the sunlight beaded him with its gentle rays. It was much like opening your eyes. That was difference between Hueco Mundo and the Real World. Darkness to Light. And as the human DID have Darkness within it, it compared not to the eternal nighttime of that wretched place. Hueco Mundo left a bitter taste in Gilgar's mouth, and he had gotten fuckin sick of the place. He took it upon himself to destroy Las Noches before he left. Nothing remained of the white palace but rubble. That didnt seem like enough to him, though. He wished Hueco Mundo were a living, breathing, thing! He wanted to kill it. He wanted to erase it from existence! His hand balled into a fist as he dwelled on the thought of killing the land itself. But, as always, the thought of killing Katsu was more then enough.

He turned his head to his left and stared down at the people below. The humans, they were like cockroaches. Living within and upon each other. They seemed like ants in size and number. A red hue formed in his balled fist as an arc of energy stretched outwards in both directions. The light became brighter and brighter, until it dulled out the tint of the sky. And from his hand shot a Cero. Its flew through the air and it subtle hum was all that could be heard over the bustle of the city below. The Cero finally crashed into the tallest skyscraper in the town, and continued on to level three other building before exploding and damaging a fourth. The rubble fell to the city below, and caused ruin. Oh, what a sight for sore eyes.

Two days to post.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind that something was going to happen, the cheery day filled with warmth and sunlight. There was always a catch. Vince stared amongst the crowds of smiling people, analyzing their movements and judging them without remorse. His arms lay across the top of a bench, spread out and relaxing while the mist from a fountain behind him gently tickled the back of his neck. Finally, a day off from the regular captains work, but better yet a day away from the Soul Society. With Vince's frail composition, you could tell that he didn't get out much. His skin was pale white and glowing in the sunlight, eyes glistening in the background of his body.

A soft whistle protruded from his lips in the brief silence that possessed the area until moments later. Pressure pushed down upon him abruptly, almost knocking him clean off of his chair. Checking to make sure that his zanpaktou was okay, Vince sat back up and threw his head up in different directions. He could feel intensity from all sides, malicious and sinister. Of course, he couldn't count on any of the other divisions to have people stationed around Karakura. A bunch of blithering idiots. He scoffed and jumped up into the air, settling on nothing as if it where a pedestal. In the distance, he could see a small figure. It didn't move, nothing but a small white dot that hovered before Vince. With a twinkle that Vince thought was from the Sun, a skyscraper nearly blew up in front of him.

Flash stepping away, he moved closer to the unknown figure. A sigh of laziness and immaturity overtook him, gazing at the arrancar. Like a neglected child breaking shit for nothing, Vince hated arrancars. Unnecessary bursts of sorrow overtook them, the arrogance they possessed, he hated it. A scowl on his face appeared as he spoke to the enemy. So, why is it that shit like you think you can get away with anything? Looks like I have to lead you back to the dump, since the other garbage collectors don't seem to be here. he looked around mockingly.

He felt a faint spiritual pressure in the distance, miniscule, but he could still feel it. It wasnt worth his time, that being wasnt worth dying to him! A wicked grin stretched across his face and the chaos broke out below, he loved this job! But what seemed like a regular day of killing innocence, took a turn for the worst. A shinigami appeared before him, a Captain it would seem. His haori fluttering the breeze. The man spoke, he thought a bit too highly of himself! Way, way too highly. Pffft, fool. He had better be good, VERY good. Gilgar had been Tres before the others arrived, and Katsu had little use for his since then. Kicked his ass out! Gilgar scoffed at the Captain A pathetic weakling like you is hardly worth my time. he made a shoo'ing mothing with him hand. Now go run back to your mommy Captain Commander, child. he turned his back to Vincent and began to walk away. Killing tash wasnt on his agenda today.

Gilgar turned around, spit on Vincent, and kamehameha'd Karakura, instantly destoying the entire city. The end

[Left]

Since he was the only one to participate, sorta. Raum gets to go pick something from the shop. I dont care. I was gonna give everyone a voucher for any item 300 point or less, but only he posted. So he gets whatever he wants.