What's a Golem? (Private for Anz)

a young Gentleman was walking in an aztec forest hunting for someone he heard rumors of. With albatross's disappearance, another sinner ally would be much help and he learned that the old Rebel of Hell Nin, was still alive somewhere, through gathering his intel he learned of one man who may be able to help Grand in this case, however the price is rather high. The man he was looking down was Koh, he heard the man may be somewhere around here however intel on this depth is hard to come by, he could easily be wrong.

The gentleman walked through the jungle with relative ease, he wore a black italian tuxedo with shiny black shoes to match and a crimson red tie. His hair was oddly pink , and he had a set of peircing yellow eyes. he wondered if the man were here.

Deep in the darkness he sat, a thousand and one, all and nothing a blackened skull sat perched on a pile of jewels in the deepest chamber of an Aztec tomb. In the jungle outside a monkey swung, yet despite its looks it was made of clay, like the bird in the tree, and the snake in the grass. They were Koh and Koh was them, a man walked through the jungle his footsteps seen and heard, far from him a pool of mud bubbled and morphed as a young girl holding a mans’ hand walked out. Like almost everything else in this forest these were golems, however unlike the others these golems were not well hidden perfect by look anyone who could feel reiatsu would quickly realize there was no energy in this girl and this man, they were like walking corpses. The girl and man walked together approaching the stranger in fine garb, who stood a stark contrast to their tribal rags. The girl spoke first her voice sweet and docile as they approached, “Why does it walk in the forest dressed like that Koh?”, the man replied his voice gruff and deep “Why Koh, It wishes to know what Koh knows… All things who come to Koh wish to know what Koh knows.”

From the trees a monkey replies cutting off the stranger if he had tried to speak, its voice shrill and loud “What does it bring, to know what Koh knows… what offering does it have for Koh?”. When the monkey spoke the forest went silent, the birds stopped chirping the insects stopped moving, the animals stood at attention. The few creatures who could see the gentleman all stood at rapt attention, listening, waiting, watching. This was the forest of Koh, Koh was the forest and the forest was Koh.

“Thats for Koh to know” he chuckled, it was quite creepy the two monkeys speaking in unison. He didn't know exactly what the man would want, but whatever it was it would not be hard for him in the slightest. He continued forging on even though now he knew he was in the right place, and eventually his wandering would get him where he wants him. He knew what he desired, but was curious on what Koh would desire.

Oddly enough, none of the muck or anything messed up his suit, it was as if it burned before splattering on it, he continued to wander almost aimlessly.

(OOC:sorry for small post, didn't know what much to do)

The Girl led skipping along, while the man followed the very forest seeming to almost bend out of the way. The monkey seemed to return to normal acting like any average monkey and swinging away. As they headed down the path the man’s head spun 180 degrees completely around looking back at Grand behind him, “It wants to know what Koh knows… it comes to Kohs’ forest… and it burns Kohs’ forest… interesting” he spoke in the little girls voice. Through the trees carried on the wind a barely audible sound seemed to echo each time in a different voice, flowing through the forest.

“It want’s to know what Koh knows.”
“It want’s to know what Koh knows.”
“It want’s to know what Koh knows.”

Skipping along the girl lead their way to an enormous ziggurat, the massive door way to the ancient temple sitting at the very Apex of the seven hundred step temple, turning towards Grand she stopped speaking aloud. “Koh is above, but have no fear Koh will lead the way. Koh will guide you, after all Koh knows.” Reaching up after speaking the little girl placed her palms on her ears lifting off her own head like a doll, no sound was made as it gave with ease leaving behind a perfectly healed stump where her neck was. “Take Kohs hair, Koh will show you the way… wouldn’t want Koh to eat visitors who go where they shouldn’t”, of he took the girls head she would lead him up the ziggart and through the door which opened as they approached. Torches lit as if by themselves down a dark stone hall way. The walls of the hallway were carved with cubbies filled with skulls all sitting perfectly in a row and all turning as grand walked by their lifeless eyes following him. The hall way would split time and again branching, and Teeing off a seemingly endless maze, at every juncture the girls head would speak simple commands such as left, right, and middle. If Grand spoke one of the skulls on the wall would reply saying the same thing, each skull with a different voice and never copying what he said more than once.

After a hundred or so hallways and turns they reached a dead end with nothing but a wall. As they approached the wall the head spoke, “It leans against the wall and looks right” then the hair pulled back into the skull as the girls head seemed to fall apart bit by bit each tiny flake turning into a spider before it hit the ground and scurried away. If Grand does what the girl says he would find a door to the right only visible when leaning against the wall. Through that door an incredibly old and withered looking man sat a stone throne, on either side of the throne and along the short walk to the throne lay piles of priceless jewels, gold, and fine ancient weaponry. color=Orange]“It wants to know what Koh, knows… and everyone knows nothing Koh knows is free”[/color] said the old man his voice a deep baritone rasp.

Grand so far was not left in disappointment, he for sure knew this man was odd, but when the small girl lifted her own head up, that was not something he was expecting. He grasped the head and listened to the direction, sorta like a living GPS system. Even know as he followed the idea seemed some what entertaining. He continued each direction without fail, and when it disintegrated he shook the dust off his hands, seemed somewhat flashy but he shrugged the idea off, now meant business.

He leaned against the wall as the door appeared and he walked through the entrance. He examined the room, it seemed the old man had some nice trophy's not to much compared to what he owned himself. For his whole city can easily be considered a priceless gem. “Seems words are true, a business man of knowledge” he smiled quiet ominously, he has dealt with these types many times before, information brokers of many kinds, always an expense. However for his ambition, prices meant little. “so..” he leaned against the wall nearby. “Do you know what I want to know” he smiled. He was really enjoying himself.

“Eeeehehehehehehe” Wheezed the old man his laugh almost sounding more like dust escaping an old leather bag than a true chuckle. Rocking with the laugh the old man grasped his sides and then with incredible speed leapt from the throne landing gracefully on the back of the chair. “Koh knows, Koh knows…But what does it have for Koh?”, Upon finishing his statement suddenly an amorphous blob began dropping from the ceiling bubbling and congealing into a man hanging from a noose “Koh needs no money”. Dropping to the floor the man dissolved through the cracks like water. Next a little girl came through a hidden doors pieces of her flesh dropping off in globs the young leper golem bleeding from the open wounds, “Koh needs no power” the girl gasped before dropping to the floor and melting.

Then suddenly the old man sprinted forward stopping within inches of Grand, “But it should know, after all it came to Koh… So it knows Koh answers questions for souls.” Reaching into its large baggy sleeve Koh revealed a skull made of pure diamond stroking the flawless gem he spoke again, “Abuela has been soo very very lonely… She had sooo many friends yet now all that remains are the pittance which lay decaying in our hallway… but should she find friends, say a hundred of them? Perhaps then Koh could find looser lips” Finishing his statement the old man sprung back landing on the stone throne caressing the skull and muttering sweet nothings into its lifeless form.

Grand chuckled at the minor amount he was asked of. A meer one hundred souls? It felt almost like pocket change to someone such as Grand, and with a certain member in his organization, souls were always bound to fly around. Not to mention he was an arrancar himself, souls were food to him. He pulled out a bag and dropped it to the ground (OOC:I guess, I don't know how I'm exactly to give souls, so lets do it this way xD) The bag opened up and the feeling of souls emitted from them, there was well over one hundred, but Grand could really care less. “i guess my lunch did come prepared. I told them it was to much for a single person, who know it would be this hand” Grand smiled leaning against the wall. The creepyness didn't phase him much, he worked with many evil disgusting creatures, this man had a bit more ominous aura to him, but nothing Grand couldn't stomach. “ I'm sure this will cover the cost..quiet nicely” he smiled “Abuela will be so proud”

Grand picked back up the bag before Koh would get a chance to grab it. “So is this a deal?” he smiled and held out his hand, if Shaken he would hand over the bag without issue.

The old man giggled and laughed clapping his hand and dashing forward to grasp the bag his eyes alight with desire. Holding the bag he placed his hand within the power of the souls draining into him and then seeming to disperse throughout the entire temple into the walls and floors. “It has garnered Koh’s ear and Koh knows what it seeks. Turbulent times these are fraught with riddles and trials and cursed with the ever present power of the wretched king of souls. Those who know the power of the old ways blessed in blood and forged by ambition must be careful to walk alone so beset by enemies. So the former king of hueco mundo walks a new path one shrouded in mystery, like his faithful allies the Regno Nero. Yet his new power is young and cannot act against the ancient titans who still clash upon these lands. He seeks an alliance, there are of course the obvious choices the new king of hueco mundo? The young king of hell? And yet these creatures of power and war lack the subtlety and finesse that comes like an assassins blade befitting an ally to one such as yourself.” Jumping from the top of his chair and landing gently into it the old man crossed his legs leaning in a ponderous motion against his elbow while he cradled his chin.

“So what to do, what to do? Ah yes Koh knows, it must find an ally like it self… Old, cunning and wise you seek the man of many names who whispered corruption into the ears of men even when Koh was in his prime. Lucifer, Satan, he who is most unclean, and yet those who know like Koh knows… Know his name is Nin. Yes Koh knows where this man has been chained and bound for twenty and two hundred years. His prison is mighty and hard to find yet Koh knows where it lies, neither on earth nor soul society, nor hell, it cannot be found in hueco mundo it exists in place that only few have walked and only those who know where it is can find it. The man you seek is in that prison between worlds.” Stopping at this point the old man lay back in his chair after all he had answered the mans’ question. Smiling the old man waved his hand as clay golems rose from the floor and walls these golems unlike the previous did nothing to hid the fact that they were mere puppets without life. Three stepped in front of Grand then turned towards the throne dropping to one knee like a knight waiting for orders. “Of course Koh knows the remaining questions, Where is this prison? How to get to this prison? And how to free this prisoner? However knowledge of its existence was cheap those questions are pricey. But Koh shall answer for it wants to know, and it has things Koh wants… Your organization is veiled in shadows so dark even Koh eyes sees little The first price is entrance to your hidden fortress, for Atlantis holds secrets and secrets belong to Koh. The second price is a simple a lock of hair from atop its head placed on the golem before you. Finally and perhaps the most important there is one Koh wishes dead, removed from existence yet alone Koh cannot achieve this, It shall help Koh, It shall help to kill the wretched king of souls.” Finishing his statement with a rotted grin the old man leaned forward and spoke in a soft whisper “Do we have a deal?”

Grand couldn't help it, he loved the small praise he received, and for it he disregarded the fact that this man knows of his little organization. He seemed rather pleased with the decision he made, and the accuracy of this old frail man. It was true. Arngrim's restlessness would tear apart his own plans, and Xaner was befitting. He heard long ago of an old King of Hell, one he would most likely want to meet. Rather weary to meet as well as this man has been describe in similar ways to himself. But who knows how they would click. He would have to walk gently on ice, however if this man “Nin” was anything like rumors, he knew Nin would be walking the same path on such delicate ice.

Then the final price came up, the first one was quiet simple. Grand desired this man to be apart of his organization. His tactics of gaining knowledge was only paralleled to that of his old friend. He would much rather take this man up before someone else can lay their hands on his treasure of knowledge. However the second request led to a small hesitation. On the outside it would take mere milliseconds for his answer, however his mind worked at such a quick pace to process the information he needed, the pro and the cons, and most of all if this man was truly trustworthy.

In the end he decided to take the risk, he pulled out some hair cutting it with his own finger at a high speed to keep it cut, the lock coming from the back of his head. And placed it within the golems hand. “We have a deal”