RL still being less than helpful, so I’m pulling some old stuff out of my files to give me a little breathing room while the bunnies try to tackle Cassim and Aladdin in the same scene. Having those two interact isn’t exactly easy.
So – have some Bleach fusion crazy. 😉
A/N: Anything Bleach or D&D-related doesn’t belong to me. Definitely AU. Working premise – what if Our Heroes have to get by in a world without a Weirdness Censor?
Not going to make it!
Ichigo leapt from tree to roof to empty night air when he had to, flash-stepping in the fastest, straightest line between where he was and that awful feeling that was Ishida Uryuu up against a….
What the heck is that, anyway? Feels like a Hollow. But denser. And mixed with something.
Githyanki? It had that odd resonance he’d felt around the evil humanoids who’d helped the traitors escape Seireitei. Only githyanki were alive, and Hollows were very much undead-
A cold chill ran down Ichigo’s spine. Aizen… Aizen had bragged about experimenting with Hollows and githyanki. Had flat-out stated he’d made the monsters that had killed countless shinigami; creatures with abilities no regular Hollows had, that could get through a shinigami’s psionic resistance. A resistance not even the strongest mind flayer could overwhelm.
If this was one of Aizen’s creatures….
It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter.
Not going to make it, and the idiot’s going to be dead ’cause he wanted to go home alone, and why isn’t he just forming his bow and shooting the bastard-
A flash of shadow magic. Oddly contained, not the living flex of power he was used to feeling around Ishida. A boom, and a lessening of the creature’s frightful presence-
Furry, vaguely humanoid, a broken Hollow bone-mask clinging to the sides of a distinctly githyanki jaw; smoldering at the edges, like the rest of the park clearing around it, but otherwise intact. No sword at its side, which argued better than any aura that whatever the thing had been, it wasn’t a githyanki now; those cruel, plane-shifting people loved swords better than their own offspring. Though a sword might have been superfluous, given its fangs, talons… and shadow magic, to feed a purely Hollow hunger that would never end. It cackled as it flexed its claws longer, all the better to toy with a bleeding, unarmed Quincy.