Bleach Hereafter RPG

Drake took the hand, pulling himself up. "E-Exciting, huh? Well um, I guess that's one way to put it..." He took a step back, disappointed by the answer. He was no closer to figuring out what was up with these abilities. Still, he at least took note of them comparing it to the three...Titles? Races? Whatever. Did they each have some kind of special movement like that? It'd explain what Sonido is at least. Of course, that only raised the question of what other weird techniques there could be out there. He wondered if anything could beat his Heart blasts on the weird scale.

Milya waves their hand, a laugh, sounding more akin to a bestial roar than a human sound, breaking free of their throat. "Oh, I'll answer yours first," they say, "what makes quincies worse is that whilst shinigami just draw the souls of hollows through to the Soul Society, getting rid of all that we've become, quincies don't give us that luxury." The venom is audible in their voice, their teeth gritting despite the smile still present. "They destroy the soul. If I were killed by a quince, my soul wouldn't be taken to the Soul Society. It would just be gone, forever, dispersed into particles and energy. Nothing is left."


Their arms tensed from such a thought, fingers getting itchy. They were starting to get hungry now, their hole feeling more evident by the second... but Drake seemed interesting. Definitely not food... but they would need food soon. Ah, an idea. Milya's smile extended further across their lips, almost unnaturally. "Now, my question, who do you consider to be most despicable on this plane? Within reason, I do have the general understanding that regimes are bad, considering I died to one, probably. I think." They study his face closely, trying to remember the features, to tell if Drake is sincere in what he was about to say. Even if he lied, they wouldn't care, but it's interesting to see what people will and will not say when given a sudden, seemingly random topic. It says a lot about a person, after all, and their interest is only growing by the moment.

Drake's face shifted to something between shock and disgust as he listened to their answer, mouth hanging open for a moment as he thought about the implications behind that. Obviously, he had thought about such an idea before, complete oblivion after death. Until the awakening of his abilities, that had been a scary thought, but it was just an inevitability. A 50 50 coin flip between there being something, and nothing. But...it almost seemed like a crueler fate now. There was no flip, life did exist after death...and these guys knew how to end that. It seemed needlessly cruel to say the least, and it made Drake worry about what happened to the few Hollow he had been forced to defeat. He could only hope the specification of Quincy killing them meant this was something unique to them, but he'd be a lot more hesitant to fight back in the future until he knew for certain.

Wait- They asked a question? That last bit really shook Drake, he only now realized they had continued speaking "O-Oh! Um. Huh, t-that's kind of...well, heavy! But I guess, a-after two questions in a row I kind of deserve a tough one huh...Um." He looked down, giving a nervous smile as he tried to compile his thoughts. He didn't wanna go too deep, but Drake didn't wanna half-ass an answer either "Heh...Uh, well I guess if I had to choose, it'd be...People who are needlessly cruel."

"I-I mean, if I could explain a bit. Obviously, there are lots of bad things people can do. But, I like to think most people can have at least some kind of reasoning behind it. Those who do something horrible, just for the sake of doing it though? No amount of empathy, just enjoying making someone else miserable? There's a big gap between bad, and unforgivable, and I think those people are sitting strictly on the latter end..."

He scratched the back of his head "Course, I could also be a bit bias in that assessment. Done my fair share of bad since awakening my abilities...Heheh, trying to point the finger at some specific group of despicable people might just be advanced coping on my end." He gave a small shrug. trying to make light of it, although it was clear he was serious about that last thought. He looked even further down for a moment, eying his chest as his mind lingered in the memory of his awakening, the first thing he thought of when he mentioned doing bad.