Genesis(Espada only)

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A shell....Just a shell of it's former glory stood the great Las Noches. Strong digits would graze the walls within the corridor. He embraced every imperfection every crack in the wall. He respected his predecessors though believed them to be a bit overzealous. He himself wanted to remain a bit more elusive and by far less arrogant. Though he had to respect how bold they were and how close they came. The thing about over reaching was without it progress could not be made. His eyes never shifted from that isolated spot on the wall. He thought about eradicating the castle and starting anew with her highness's permission of course. Yet it was something about the place....10 Arrancar of extraordinary power gathered for a singular purpose. To bring down the titan known as Soul society. They had almost accomplished in a fleeting moment what many had been trying to do for thousands of years. To think that their species had come so far had inspired not only himself but all of Las Noches.

Though there was the reality of the situation. Though the cause was noble....Arrancars fighting back against beings that had been exterminating them for centuries. They had still indeed...failed. That was something he intended to rectify. Though he needed a bit more patience for his plans to come into fruition. Crimson hues finally broke gaze and his mind came in full with his senses. Methodical steps lead him further into the castle area. He could still feel them....the souls that had been lost here....the battles that had been fought. There was so much energy within each room. It was mysterious and almost menacing. He stood in silence for a moment to simply bask in it's malevolence. As pleasing as the momentary wave of euphoria was he had decided to continue the tour. The next area was rather open and dimly lit though still something seemed to grab his attention.

A corner of his mouth seemed to peek into a grin like state as he saw the famous table Where the Espada gathered. That fleeting second passed and just like leaves in the wind his expression faded back into a demeanor of stoic absolution. He walked toward the head of the table breaking his stride and slowing his pace to enjoy the moment. His nostrils flared as he took in a slow breathe and exhaled as he sat down. It was a perfect fit....maybe this chair had always been meant for him. Maybe it was meant for his predecessors to pave the way for his glory. Yet Qilin would not allow himself to succumb to dillusions of grandeur or future successes. The chair was just that, simply a chair and his perception of the matter merely found it best to place him there. It was in fact his perception so it was allowed to be a bit biased.

He would quickly get up before his comfort level rose any higher. The seat would not be his anyway. He would be taking a seat much further down. He would let the queen have the glory and the amenities that came with it. His only desire was to crush every last Shinigami beneath his heels. To suck there souls from their bodies and then...he could die. "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,signifying nothing. " He spoke to the shadows in his usual tone. A tone that was bass filled yet seemed to be no more than a whisper. It was low in decibel yet had an authority that seemed to amplify each word so that it was well heard. It was synonymous to the calm before the storm. It would fall upon the ear like honey. An intangible silk that excited the senses. Yet there was a void in his speech, not in the literal sense of a stutter or gap. It was an enigmatic presence hidden between the syllables. Like a forewarning of a great danger yet to come.

He would watch as the shadows in which his speech was directed would slowly peel back to reveal a silhouette. Although masked well it was a presence he knew very well. It was a presence he did not need to sense some form of reiatsu from or have some supernatural ability to confirm. The warmth that radiated from her form, the scent that drifted from her body, the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was her.....each time she came around him it was like the first day. Then he was not sure if he was frightened, nervous, or excited. All he knew was that his body reacted to her and had ever since. Yet he had come to grips with this feeling and accepted it. Yet now just like then he would remain un-phased. His body unmoved as the acoustics in the nearly empty room caused his words to linger and only added to the effect. That was for the others as she was not alone....

(sorry so short, getting my mojo back)

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The wind... it was what would be cemented into the mind of Dues forever as he remembered being forced to drudge through the open wastes of the great white desert for what seemed like an eternity. The wind seemed to have a bit of a calming effect on him, and seemed to enhance his thinking beyond simple destruction and his usual inner ramblings about wanting to destroy the shinigami and the humans. However, the wind seemed to blow all of that out of his head, it gently rolling through the great hills and wash over him like a great wave. This was one of the very few times that Dues' bone was was off, simply because he wanted to feel the gentle wind on his face. He breathed it in, and it slightly burned his lungs, from the sheer heat of the desert. He would exhale, and the very environment around him would rumble, and a few of the hollows that were scurrying about in the distance started to head away from the fifth Espada. The name he was now branded with was nothing to him, and he was simply a vessel for another's plan. He had realized this from his very first chat with the man that seemed to have the upmost control, of himself and the environment around him to a degree. It seemed that he could command the seas to rise should he give the word, and it was that sort of unspoken power behind the man that made Dues swear allegiance to him. Technically, the power wasn't the only thing that drove Dues to accept the man's words so easily, because Dues himself had massive amounts of power on his side as well, perhaps even as much as the man he idolized. However, this man carried his power in a different way, didn't flaunt it about uselessly, and only used it when needed. He was a much more subtle type of leader, and Dues was going to meet him to discuss something, most likely their future endeavors, however Dues didn't know how many of the Espada were actually in on the knowledge.

Dues snapped back into reality, as the bone mask instantly materialized on his face, making it completely empty and devoid of anything, even features, once more. He took great pride in being a member of this species, which was most likely how he had gotten so far, and amassed so much power when compared to the other Arrancar, or even the hollows that he came from. Dues also learned how to use his mask to great effect, as the white void in place of any sort of face struck fear and doubt into many a being. Him making an appearance to something so public and filled with the other Espada made him sick, as he despised working with others. He was indifferent towards his peers, but he still didn't enjoy being around them, as they each had their own unique personality and skill set, as well as being overall pains in the ass, especially when they started unnecessarily talking out of turn, or shouting about this or that. All of their concerns, trials and tribulations that they had were meaningless, and Dues had yet to meet all of them formally. Dues liked to keep his conversations short and sweet, and would let his master figure out the plans and the weaknesses of them, so he could iron them out with his own hands. As Dues walked towards the great castle that he would call home for the next eternity he faced, he got to contemplating things. He wondered if the Espada before him were truly weak, or if they were simply stupid in their endeavors. Dues wondered how strong the shinigami actually were, and if they would actually pose a challenge to Dues.

He was always looking for a fair fight, but it seemed almost every being in this white waste was simply fodder for his sword. Still, Dues had to appreciate what the hollows were attempting to do. They were trying to become stronger and stronger, so eventually they could become like the Espada, and perhaps then they would be a different version of fodder, perhaps then they would be slightly useful against the shinigami. Making his way up the steps to the door, Dues would simply walk in, his body simply pushing the massive door open. Once he walked in, the winds of the desert swept the doors closed behind him, but Dues was more focused on the residual spiritual pressure in the area. The Espada of the past were still here, in essence, and it seemed to empower him, as he felt a slight rage towards the shinigami for systematically performing genocide on his race. He had pride as an Arrancar, and even though he disliked most of his fellow kind, he still wanted the species as a whole to thrive. As his rage was building up, slight cracks would appear in the floor near him, but before it could well up into other, more destructive outbursts, he would come upon the final obstacle in his journey to once again meet the man that had saved him, and given his life a bit of a purpose. This door seemed a bit stronger than the last, but the spiritual pressure in the room indicated that the person he wanted to meet was there. As Dues would slide the door open, he would be met with the eyes of his master, and although Dues was technically blind, he could still see perfectly.

For some reason, Dues was always in awe of the man in the room that gave off such a malicious but tranquil vibe, Amatsu. Dues was a knight, a warrior sworn to a single king, and he acted as such, especially around his king. Any ill temper or bad taste Dues showed reflected onto his king, and this would never happen as long as Dues was alive and well. Dues quickly dropped to one knee, and put his right hand over his chest, in a mostly honorary greeting to his king.

"My liege, you wished to speak with me?"

Dues would not raise his head, nor stand up until the king acknowledged him, which was a bit strange for the prideful Dues, however there were different versions of pride. The Void was an honorable man above all else, and he couldn't think of a better way of showing his honor as a knight that to perform a special ritualistic salute to his master, saying that he indeed was a lesser being that the king, and waiting to be acknowledged into existence by the one that gave it it's purpose originally. It seemed that Amatsu simply went with the theatrics when it came to Dues, as if he didn't really care about the whole "knight" thing, but Dues was going to do it regardless, because it was simply his nature as a knight.

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Jan didn't fit in here, he knew that, and quite honestly, he was okay with it. The other Espada, for the most part, where serious, glum, vicious, malicious, and Jan really could go on for quite awhile but it would most likely be quicker to just prescribe whatever negative adjectives you could find in a thesaurus to the group of fun suckers and call it day. Based on today however, Jan wondered if there were enough adjectives in a thesaurus to adequately summarize just how tedious these meetings were. The Arrancar were kind of a boring race, the Espada being the epitome of the whole of the Arrancar consequently took that boredom to a whole new level that Jan had not quite adjusted to. He was, relatively, an incredibly young being, centuries younger than his peers and consequently, his level of pride in his race did not quite match theirs. It wasn't to say that he wasn't proud, far from it, he was quite content with his existence, especially considering just how frequently he got to kill hollows in it, in his mind coming one step closer with each moment to finding the one who killed him, but that was a digression that was better left for a different time, despite such information being the reason he sought initiation in to the Espada. No, instead Jan would focus on the point of this gathering...which he assumed involved sitting at a table pretending to listen to what their pretentious leaders had to say.

It wasn't that he did not respect his higher ups...he didn't but that wasn't why he couldn't bear to actually pay attention to them, it was more that it was just so boring. Despite the Arrancar population being pushed to the brink of genocide, nothing but idle talk had ever resulted from these meetings. The most worthwhile thing he ever got out of these meetings was a few minutes of shut eye before someone angrily hit him for his lack of attention, respect, and interest. It seemed almost that time again as well as Jan, having already located his seat and having been sitting in it for a good solid fifteen minutes now, had already rested his head on his arms as he slowly dozed off. Almost on cue before Sexta Espada completely lost consciousness, Amatsu, a rather dull and imposing individual, spoke some nonsense effectively to the tune of "life is fleeting." Like Jan thought, boring. Maybe Arrancars would be more interesting if they talked about more interesting things, like the human's hockey, or killing a hooker, or seeing if they could find a way to use Reiatsu to play pool with the solar system. Now that'd be a fun conversation. It'd be way more fun than whatever tedious excrement was going to fly around the room today. Before Jan had an opportunity to fully explain how life was a lot like Amatsu's speech, told by an idiot and signifying nothing, another annoyance had shoved it's way through the doors. This one exemplified what was wrong with...well...everything. If boredom had a physical manifestation, it'd be the fifth Espada.

"Your voice is getting in the way of my telling you to shut up, Five. Could you curtsy next for him? Just so we know you have no testicles at all."

Jan didn't look up from his makeshift arm pillow while he casually emasculated and belittled what he supposed, mathematically, should be his superior but he really didn't care. He was the kind of Arrancar that should, by rights, have an obnoxiously short life expectancy, considering he had no problem mouthing off to the queen herself if the mood strikes, but he did seem to constantly persist in existing, like a cockroach. He was sure it was or at the very least would be a point of pretty large annoyance for the rest of his colleagues sooner or later. Except for Tema, he liked Tema. Jan lazily picked his head up and sauntered his gaze over to Amatsu, a look of stoic apathy in his eyes as he worked up the energy to make further statements, genuinely bored out of his mind already at the proceedings.

"Are we going to talk about anything useful today or can I go to sleep, Mr. Big Scary Mean Guy?"

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In a rush of happiness, the essence of joy seemed to waltz into the room as the one known as the Septima Espada walked in wearing her battle attire, a simple sports bra, and what look like track shorts. sweat dripping down her flawless skin, she skipped into the "conference room" in her usual manner smiling as her short cropped teal hair seemed to dance. This was Tema, the Septima Espada, while she was not the brightest in Hollow affairs, she always came when he elders summoned her, and she always came in dancing as she is now, though typically dressed in more family friendly clothing, as opposed to showing off what few c-cup level curves she had. Temna was in every way the youngest of all the Espada, only being 5 years a hollow, her level of growth acceleration through the evolution of a hollow astounding in every right., granted she did not remember her past life very well, and hell, she barely remembered life before being an Arrancar. All that anyone really know about her is her first day in the palace she eliminated the previous 7th Espada with a single attack, albeit, a very cheap shot on her part. But enough of that! This Espada sat her cute but down in a chair next to the Sexta Espada and smiled to him happily as she put a happy hand on her tired friend's head as she propped her legs upon the table in an unintentionally provacative manner, one leg with the knee bent, and the other just off to the side.*Heya Janny-sama, how's it flyin today?

The new Septima was "special" in a large number of ways to some of the other Arrancar. On is the fact that no one had any idea who she was before her evolution to Arrancar, no one even knew her Adjuchas as far as anyone was concerned, not even Tema due to her case of amnesia. Another curiosity, is she carries a genuine smile in this place everyday. Her aspect of joy an anomaly Amongst the Arrancar causing her to stick out like a sore thumb when at a meeting. Finally, was that this particular Espada spoke of loving things such as loving her team mates and sensei. Traits of humanity that follow the curious girl everywhere. But to some is a final oddity. The only time she has revealed her Resurrection, caused her to look something similar to a joyous dove, but the only memory hollow has of the dove is that a dove hollow appeared five years ago and began to literally devour any hollow it could strike as if it felt like it was doing them a duty by eating them, and it was happy to oblige.

But enough of the serious business! The happy young Espada nodded her head back and forth clueless as to what was going on as she awaited an answer from the Sexta Espada Jan, simply happy to be around. She had entered after any talking had been done, so she came in clueless of any serious talking. This was a trait that seemed to accompany the young Espada often, being abrupt, and wily. Because to her everything can be fun, anything can be amazing,everything is filled with wonder, and if someone explained to her how something like the Lord Qilin said things where, she would be in awe and share great joy with her allies at the very thought of know how far other Espada had come before in their little game they played with the Shinigami. At least to her it was a game, as she had made friends with many shinigami when she was in human form. After all, they were fun people when you got past the "kill hollows" requirement that comes with their job.

As she looked about the room and blinked, she noticed the other Two Espada and smiled to them with her free hand and waved to them shouting in her cheery tone*Hello Demon Sama and Knightly Sama, How are you two today? She said this in her usual happy go lucky sweet tone. Her voice itself was not squeaky or quirky, it was like a happy high schooler calling out to her friends for a casual hello. She had nothing but respect for her superiors, and those who are lower on the chain from her. After all, they were her family, and family was to be loved equally. This was how she viewed the Espada, and it would never change.

Subject: Re: Genesis(Espada only) Sat May 25, 2013 12:44 pm

“Some eat to live, I live to eat.”

This is the motto our main character goes by. Yea I said it the main character in this story. Well at least in his story. One of the big three, Benkei Numero Tres. Thats spanish for three by the way. His afro seemed to sway as he stood outside the main building, a feeling of historical value made his Afro twitch a little bit. The tiny lizard that lived in his hair sat on his shoulder and made tiny squeaking sounds. “We are already late, there is no need to rush.” he replied with a cheerful tone. The lizard had a very responsible tone when it came to squeaking. Only Benkei could understand him, it was like they had some form of mental link. They had been together for long time now. Benkei would always question why the lizard hadn't evolved yet. He be the one fraccion he wouldn't eat or attempt to eat.

Benkei was hungry, but that was normal. He rubbed his stomach and looked around for any unsuspecting arrancar. He spotted a small group but once they realized who was staring at him they ran. He let out a sigh sigh, “Well there goes my afternoon snack.” The lizard made a squeaking sound that sounded like a laugh. “Your lucky I like you so much.” He said walking into the old base. The same one that was used to house the original Esapda. More history seemed to slap him in the face as he stepped into the building. The bleach white walls reflected the sun light that shined in through the windows. Which incidentally were just nice looking holes. The sounds of his dress shoes seemed to echo through the hallways while he made his way to the main room.

It had been a while since he had been in the place. It was time for the gang to meet up once again. Who knows what exactly what the numero 0 and 1 had to say. It was natural for the top 3 to know who the real boss is. Benkei always played it down who was the real boss. He just followed orders that suited him. Also as long he got a meal out of it, especially if it was a strong opponent. It didn't matter who it was, fellow arrancar, shinigami, human, or whatever. Each person tasted different, and Benkei was world class eater. He was a fan of exotic tastes and foreign delicacies.

The door to the main room was open and he slowly walked behind the very short Tema, the number 7. It seemed three of the other Esapda already made it into the room. Before addressing them he rubbed his hand in Tema's hair like a big brother. “Sup squirt.” this was followed by a squeak from the lizard on his shoulder. Benkei never thought to give him a name so he will just be referred to as the lizard. He Jacket swayed as he turned to look around at the place. He let out a whistle in amazement. “Wow, this place is still intact?” Benkei's attention was drawn to the slightly taller Dues. He was the one who followed orders to the fine print. He was a bit of a kiss ass but whatever he was strong. Jan, the number 6 was younger like Tema and his attitude often reflected that. However Benkei liked to egg stuff on. He overheard the comment made to Dues. “Yea got a little shit on your nose Dues.” He said in a joking tone. “Jesus man loosen up we are all here just to chat no need to be all formal.” He said walking over to what would be the 3rd seat.

Benkei looked over at Qilin, the real big boss, but just addressed him as if he were the 10th. “Oh you finally decided to come out of the darkness and get a tan?” Benkei threw his rather large espada jacket on the chair and sat down. He kicked his feet up on the table and the small lizard on his shoulder ran into Ben's Afro. He dusted the dirt off his white suit and let out a yawn.

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Thump. Thump. Thump. A light beating drum of life would be listened patiently and ever so faintly by the presence of nobody. In the dark the thump slowly began to wither away slowly and eventually silenced. The blue eyes of a stranger reveal themselves slowly through the dark covers of a white bed. A young man sits up without a top on with only boxers, staring calmly at the empty green wall ahead of his view. It was another dream he had. It was an odd feeling that felt nostalgic to the man before. What woke him up was the sense of powerful forces gathering in one area. There has been no indication of a meeting nor a warning. The young man steps out of the confinement of his bed over to his closet. Passing by the illuminating crescent moon that brought light in his chambers of secrets though a small window. He yawns in exhaustion of just awakening from slumber while looking through his attire. Eventually the arrival of more raised his interests that cannot be ignored. The man could sense it in the air. "..." With well timing he dressed himself with new clothing. Something he had picked off along the modern Human society he visited within the decade.

While walking out of his chambers he felt puzzled. Wondering why so many of them gathered together like this. In his true nature he despised each and every one of them to a certain extent. Even though he didn't fully know them, he was passing judgement from his own experience. It wasn't fair he would think as well, the young man hoped that even in a more structure settlement that even they aren't monsters to the core like he was, but this wasn't something up to debate as of now as he could not pass up the opportunity to investigate. Footstep after step, step, and step he'd reach his destination from the long halls of the palace known as Las Noches. Before entering what seemed to be old, he would take note this section of the palace seemed older than the rest or perhaps it was just everything looks so very familiar that it didn't really matter anymore whether or not this side of the place gets a nice pamper once in a blue moon from the distance it took to get here from his chambers was a small journey on foot. As the young man opens the doors he remains silent with seriousness to his expression. His attire was a suit. White over black with a white tie hanging by the collar of his black shirt. It was Shuei Setsuna, the newest member of the Espada after defeating the former Cuarta. His blue eyes pierced the environment ahead of him as he politely tilt his head down to the others in a sign of greeting before fully entering the establishment. Both of Shuei's lips parted calmly and spoke with elegance asking, "Pardon the interruption everyone but why are we gathering at such an untimely manner?" The air of his speech would deem respectful, and the question open to anyone to fill in the missing clues. It was a rare site as well for Shuei to come out of the dark and be with the Espada even after his 'graduation' into the organization.

Both eyes went from Arrancar to Arrancar. One at a time observing each one carefully behind his dark blue bangs. That debate did come back to play in his head as he saw the delight of an Arrancar, the interactions they took with one another as he witnessed was very human-like. A sign that maybe they all haven't lost their good humanity selves gave little hope to the fourth. Eventually his eyes would meet the table and the technology with it. All of this was here, a vault of information waiting to be explored. Shuei made his way pass the doors and into the room while looking at the architect of the room and the technology it encased within itself. This was the first room to explore his endeavors for the first clues of his past. The excitement ran within his head whereas his exterior appealed itself to be uninterested in his surroundings. Shuei stood firmly by the table of wonders with his hands behind his back as if he was one with the room while parting himself away from the rest of the social interactions that he does want to part take in; only choosing not to. There had to be a way he could touch the room all to himself after this assembly...

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The plagues that are our lives...

Eyes the color of fresh cut jade watched as the black blood soaked in to the bleached sands shifting at her feet. The smell of the creature alone was nauseating to the woman, not to mention the atrocity of it's looks. Art in it's worst possible form; The person this lowly hollow used to be clearly had been so damned that even his afterlife was disgustingly deformed. Oh, the devils he must have gambled with for such a useless existence. Raising a dainty hand to her face, she paused. Lines of the oozing creature's life force was slipping across the pale flesh of her fingers and slipping over the manicured perfection of her nails. A look of disdain filled those glowing orbs for a brief moment as she contemplated the fact that she dared not lick them clean for fear of catching the misfortune of the creature. A darker hand grasped hers, and she raised her gaze to meet the wolfish amber of the man accompanying her. A gentle smile, crooked and suggestive in it's own way, appeared moments before those full lips parted. She turned away in disgrace as she felt him lick the dirty liquid from her skin with a tenderness and provocativeness she felt was a liberty he did not have a right to invoke at will. Instead of waiting for the redhead to release her, she snatched her hand away and turned to walk angrily back towards the secret entrance in the wall of the great white castle which she had used to ambush the creature in the first place.

There was barely enough time for the man to slip through the door after her as she slammed her fist in to a lever on the wall. The bottom edge of his black over coat was hung so he was left flailing after her and uselessly sending telepathic messages pleading for her help. In the end he stripped from it to leave him padding barefoot down the hall in nothing but a crude, black leather collar and his matching pants made of a material the newer arrancars referred to as 'denim'. It was too harsh a texture for her to consider wearing, preferring to stick to traditional roman attire for her casual affairs and a mutated fashion inspired by the Carthaginians for her battle clothing. Presently, she was dressed in the former. The light, pure white cloth clung to every curve and line of her amazing body. It was tied artistically at the back of her neck leaving her shoulders, sides, and back mostly exposed until it dipped in to her lower back. The daring V at the center of her chest left much of her breasts exposed, all except the most interesting parts of them that is. A suggestion and a tease at the same time. The fabric curled in upon itself about halfway down her thighs in the front, and reaching to her lower calves in the back in a sort of train that fanned out behind her as she walked. It made the light shades that her body was carved from appear almost ghostly. Ethereal was a popular term applied to her. The contrast between the dark green of her eyes and the artful red smudge of her voluptuous lips was startling to behold.

Her advance through the hallways was silent and swift; She knew where she had to be. It was almost like a 6th sense to know she was needed, to know that the others were closing in to the gathering. She could feel them like so many phantom limbs, the barest suggestion of a part of her she no longer had moving of it's own accord. Of course, they weren't a part of her per say, or ever were. Just the factors of her existence. Whether they liked it or not, she felt responsible for them to a degree; The old and the new, the weak and the strong, the eternally angry and the confused. Whatever their case may be. Even if the title of Queen left a strange taste upon her lips, she took it seriously ever since Qilin confided his plans to her. Back in her beforelife she had betrayed her family for her lover, and in a way that was reversed now. Damning her lover and embracing the darkness of her new family. Out with the old and long gone, the fleeting memories of goodness and holy intent. Damn the Christians and the old Gods. And as she walked in to the meeting room, feeling the heavy presence of the red headed man at her back, his fingers intertwined with her hair as he gently twisted the silken white strands into a small braid, she knew she would never be truly free of the past like she hoped. It would haunt her. So many times she envied the arrancar their ability to forget their beginnings and relish in their afterlives in this mutated hell. Hers was deep and bleeding, discoloring the darkness like crimson ink on black satin.

Elodie had eyes only for Qilin at first, and presently it was only them. Before the others came in, she broke the visual contact and slid back behind the door to watch them arrive. The shadows swallowed her slender form, and she pulled Akki in to her side so he was camouflaged as well. The trick of the light was something she had picked up on when she visited the room for the first time awhile back. Here she was hidden, like a one way mirror was placed before her and the others unless they looked with a purpose of finding her there. To her amusement, it worked. The man named Dues suddenly came in to the room, followed by the one named Jan. A blatant disregard for conduct was shown the the masked man, and insults were thrown by the lazy one. Shortly after the noisy 7th arrived. Then the 3rd. Both were being odd, but that was normal for them in a way. The 4th arrived, being polite while appearing clean and formal. The only one to take this meeting somewhat seriously besides maybe Qilin himself who had called it, and Dues doing his kiss ass bit in a horridly public show of divided loyalties. Someone had to put these disorderly pieces back in to place. Her voice came from the darkness as she pushed herself off from the wall; The red had sliding down her legs to kneel alone in the darkness as she stepped back in to the light. It was a purr of honey and sweet things, yet cold and somehow authoritative. Like a mother quietly disciplining her children.

"There is no need for insults here," Her eyes flicked to the closest man, Benkei, before resting on the one seated at the table. "because we all share common qualities. Others just more then some, and those special others should show more constraint and thought of action." The word was like a nip at the skin, the first pains of a thawing frostbite as the feeling returned to the offended area. The strange accent that accompanied her voice made her sound exotic in a way, pronouncing the words carefully yet with a leisurely ease that said she expected them to understand her perfectly. A slender hand motioned to Dues as she shook her head lightly, sending the slowly unwinding braid over her shoulder so the curved tassels didn't affect her vision. "Get up, please. We don't have time for any of that nonsense." The woman was already moving, gliding effortlessly across the floor as if she had unlocked muscle potential other humanoids had long forgotten. She came to the girl, Tema, first. Slender fingers would caress the exposed skin if the girl did not move, before finally pushing the leg from the table if not stopped. "Do not display what you are not willing to share with us all, Septenarium." Those roving hands would leave the woman, and slide to the man. One settling on each shoulder if he did not protest, leaning forward to press her body in to his back and her lips caressing his ear. "You would do well not to sleep during this particular meeting, formosa." A friendly pat broke the seriousness of the action as she would suddenly leave him and advance on Qilin.

For the briefest moment as she skirted the chair, her body blocked him from the site of the others. She faced him, the barest inch of distance as her eyes locked on his. A silent message he would understand as she turned away and took a seat at the foremost seat. A hand raised, a single wickedly curved nail habitually scratching the edge of one of the 5 odd scar like bone structures on her face; The one across her temple, just below her eye. "I wonder where all of the others have run off too. A shame if they were to skip the meeting, I'd hate to have to find a suitable punishment for missing it."

Word Count-1510
Song Listened To- Beautiful Lie, by 30 Seconds to Mars
Comments- The first italiced latin word means number 7. Fermosa means 'my lovely' or 'beautiful'

Genesis(Espada only) Dd8703d7-3d6b-4818-bd8e-811e6c4c10bf_zps62e78ecd

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So, Amatsu Qilin had finally decided to speak to the Espada. So many had joined the ranks in recent times and by now actually most of the Espada were actually threats. They were not those weak Arrancar and Hollow who had taken their seats along with previous leaders and this made LeCriox happy, at last it seemed the Espada were actually getting somewhere not being held back by the foolish lack of leadership that had plagued Las Noches for a time. It had been quite some time since the Espada had gathered into one area for recreation. The Octava could only wonder as to what would prompt the leader to request their presence at this time of day. Funny thing was it was always daytime within the dome over their heads but that was a tale for another day.

His steps echoed onto the stone of the corridor, each step echoing and resounding off the walls, apparently this was a hidden passage in Las Noches, a tunnel between the Throne Room and the Primera Tower only accessible if one actually knew what they were looking for and his underlings had discovered it completely by accident. It was deliciously apt that there were secret tunnels in Las Noches, he wondered how many exactly there actually were. LeCriox knew of two including this one and the other one was more of a staircase than a corridor. He continued his pace the voices in his head whispering and discussing who would be at the meeting as if they did not already know. Most of the Espada Drake had met but he did not know if they would actually be there.

At last he reached the end of the corridor, a hole in the wall in the shape of a hand the only idea that there could be something to open it. LeCriox placed his skeletal hand on the imprint and pushed, he heard something click and the door swung open into the hall outside of the throne room, he walked out and heard the door swing shut behind him, locking instantly. Others now greeted his steps and he saw the tail of Shuei vanish into the throne room. He entered and his eyes drifted across the room, he saw Benkei take a seat and an Arrancar standing in the background along with Amatsu Qilin of course being the first Espada to arrive. “Well it would seem I'm one of the last ones to make my arrival but I doubt anyone of you actually cares. Anywho its nice to see we're all alive and kicking albeit in a more twisted sense of the phrase. Besides I'm pretty much sure someone's already asked for what reason we're all assembled here today so I'll refrain from asking.” LeCriox said in a matter of fact tone as he took his seat near the Cuarta who apparently liked to stand instead.

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Jan, gently and slowly, peaked one eye out from his limbly pillow to glance over at Tema, his head shifting and gently causing her hand to glide through his hair as his singularly active eye gazed along the length of her arm up to her face. She was his favorite out of the Espada that currently existed, primarily because she was the only one who knew how to embrace life or in their case, a spiritual unlife, out of the lot of them. The Espada as a whole were either depraved, moody, solemn, or just plain boring and Jan had trouble really connecting with any of them for that fact alone. Their gloomy nature made him angry and his anger turned in to scathing words and remarks. Tema was the only one who didn't make him genuinely angry by her personality alone, which in and of itself was probably another thing he didn't share with his fellow Espada. Outside of possibly the afro-donned smart ass, Jan sincerely doubted that any of the other Espada more than tolerated the girl and he was sure, if he didn't already, that Dues would rather despise her by the end of the week. The uptight bottle of proper stress would burst in an hour if Tema didn't hold back. It wasn't the only reason Jan enjoyed Tema though. Despite never really feeling interested in pursuing anything with the girl he effectively viewed as a younger sister, she was rather pleasing to look at, considerably more than her predecessor and the other Arrancars here, especially when one factored in that she had a strange aversion to covering her body up. Coupled with her oblivity toward hormonal matters of that nature, she seemed to have an exacerbating effect on people who were unprepared for how...well...in your face she tended to be.

Before he could answer how it was 'flyin' Benkei had spoken up to continue belittling the prude on the floor. Jan's general lack of desire to socialize with other Arrancar resulted in him not knowing his peers, or superior in this case, especially well but in the few meetings they've had, Benkei seemed to carry the same smart ass streak that Jan rode so very well. He wasn't quite as funny in Jan's not really at all humble opinion, but anyone who continued to belittle Dues couldn't be all bad. Jan's head twisted like a ball and socket joint in his arms, dragging Tema's hand through his hair again as he twisted his gaze back to Dues to see his reaction to their collaborated insulting before his head rolled around in socket again to view the Cuarta Espada as he asked them a rather confusing question. What exactly was untimely about their meeting? Other than the fact that they were meeting at all, and there was never a "right" time to be anywhere near Dues, there wasn't anything especially damning about the time of their meeting that Jan was aware of. What in the world was he talking about? Was he spouting insane gibberish or did he actually know something? Jan was willing to lean more toward insane gibberish at this point, it was the only recourse that made any logical sense at the moment. An exasperated sigh escaped him as his eye retreated once again in to his arms, having lost his chance to respond to Tema's question. He would instead respond to her hand on his head and Jan inherently responded to every action with a greater reaction, thus was the inherent fundamental of vengeance.

Before he could use her provocative leg position to thrust his finger in between her legs and wiggle around like an airborne worm, another voice that he was not remotely excited to hear penetrated the clearing. He knew there was a body there, despite not being able to see it. His innate ability to feel the wind identified that a humanoid shape was there, and he perhaps shouldn't be surprised that it was that she-devil who the shape belonged to, but he was clinging to the small hope that one of the few Espada that he wasn't familiar with had the some voluptuous figure and wasn't that witch. Of course, he wasn't that lucky. He kept his eyes buried in his arms as he felt her roam around the roam, listened and felt her interact with Dues, offering him more kindness than Jan particularly felt her deserved, and then as she came around to Tema. Her interaction there forced a small chuckle out of Jan in to his arms. It was horribly ironic that she, of all people, was lecturing Tema for doing anything borderline provocative. It was a horrible pot meet kettle situation if Jan had even seen one. Almost on cue to that thought, he felt a familiar pair of hands grasping at his shoulder and a pair of lips gently against his ear, his eye reflexively poking out of his arms to see the side of her face dangerously close to his while his brain tried really hard to not think about her bosom pressed against his back. For a brief moment as she pulled away, Tema would be able to see that his face had gotten rather red at the exchange following the innocuous pat on the back, Jan managing to make sure the reaction was obscured to the rest of the Espada and the fierce glare he was shooting at Tema rather clearly painted the picture that she should wait until they were alone to start making fun of him for it.

Another voice broke the awkwardness Jan had been experiencing and his eye once again retreated in to his arms. The final voice continued to be boring however, fitting in with the theme the majority of the other Espada seemed to thrive on and Jan was rather determined to fall asleep now, just out of spite due to the she-witch who just told him not to. He knew he was acting like a defiant child, but oh well. His muffled response to the newcomers question was audible, yet barely understandable.

"No one has really asked, but it's probably something boring if history means anything."

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One by oine as other entered the room, Tema HAD STILL GOTTEN NO ANSWERS. Tema pouted a little bit playfully when Amatsu and Dues did not respond right as she asked them, but it wasn't a horribly big deal she thought. But much to her joy, she head the voice of the big Numbah Three, the Three Man, the Tercera. She smiled towards Benkei warmly when he placed his hand upon her head. She was happy to see him and the little lizard that lived in his hair. She spoke to them happy, closing her teal eyes a moment as she spoke*Hello Denkei-sama and Shiny-Sama~". To this she watched him walk off and begin remarking the integrity of the meeting hall, and then he spoke to Demon-Sama. Demon-sama always seemed weird to her, as he never seemed fully satisfied... but oh well. Tema herself thought very highly of Benkei sama because he was fun to be around, plus her afro made her giggle. After all, It's not everyday you get to see a high speed afro go around the palace. But that was when soon after BEnkei's remark, came the only Espada to come into the ranks almost as recently as herself. He was the new Four, the Cuatra. He was a quiet sort that Tema always felt needed to loosen up and pull out of his shadows for a while, after all, what could possibly be fun abolut sticking to the shadows? Then again Tema supposed, different people liked different things. To this she waved at the Cuatra happily*Hiya Shuhei Sama~*

But after him is when SHE walked in. The "Queen" as some of the hollows called her, and she believed she had heard some of the other arrancar and Espada refer to her as this as well. She was thing of beauty, but despite her beauty, she lacked the joy that Tema always felt like she deserved. Her voice was sweet and dangerous at the same time and Tema could never get enough of it. It dripped with the promise of some mischief or fun to be had, and Tema could always appreciate such a thing. Tema watched as the queen seemed to glide across the room over to her after she had rebuked Knightly sama. She felt the soft touch of the woman's fingers on her skin, and Tema just smiled unaware she should be affected in any manner until the woman pushed her leg off the table stating some fancy sentence that Tema had no idea what she meant. So Tema just sat up with her hands in her lap as she looked to the woman as she seemed to make her way over to Janny-senpai.

She seemed to get to Janny senpai a bit as his back seemed to stiffen up a bit, which caused his face to turn a funny looking raspberry color and Tema giggled a bit. She had seen Janny-senpai do that a few times and always thought it looked funny. After this, it seemed that there were still two or three missing, but in this train of thought, the number eight, the Octova walked it, one of the few she could be allowed to call little brother. He had walked in and also said some other stuff that Tema was not overly interested in, so to this, Tema sat her legs into the chair cross legged tilting her head back yawning, but still smiling. She just sat back and enjoyed the time with her family.

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Dues didn't get the response he was looking for, as it seemed that Amatsu was waiting for the others to enter the room before he started, which meant that he was going to have to wait a bit longer to figure out the exact purpose of this meeting. As he was getting up, he felt the presence of the Espada that he cared the least for, the ones that not only were akin to listening to nails on a chalkboard for hours, but they were simply so immature, he wondered how they had lived as long as they had. Dues wouldn't have even devoured such lowly dogs, as they would most likely have made him too weak to stand. The best tactic to do when someone was insulted in such a manner, was to simply not say anything, however, when another Espada joined, the one that had about as many brain cells as Jan also tried to berate Dues, however he was simply white noise to be ignored, which he was completely. Dues had stood up, simply ready to walk over to his chair where he would take a seat and actually be quiet, so that he could listen to their leader tell them whatever it was she needed to, so Dues could leave. These people were wearing thin on his nerves, and Dues didn't really have that many to begin with. This, along with the fact that he didn't really care for them in the first place, he was at least indifferent to them for the most part, not really caring what they did, ignoring them. Dues' large frame was suddenly touched, the icy chill of the woman's spiritual pressure sensed a little bit ago, but Dues was still managing his anger from the previous little engagement, so he wasn't quite paying attention.

The hand on his shoulder led to a slight but abrupt lean forward on Dues' part, forcing the hand off of his shoulder, but not quite in a violent manner, but a simply "don't touch me" manner. He felt that he could enjoy the company of females more than males, but he accounted this on his affinity for his sisters in his past life. Regardless, the hand was only able to touch his shoulder for a split second before Dues broke contact, and he knew that even a second was bad, because this woman actually made him feel something more than rage and general indifference, which made her dangerous. Dues would simply walk over and find his chair, sitting perfectly upright with his forearms resting on the table. His tall stature didn't quite permit him to sit regularly, so his legs were slightly higher than everyone else's, but he wasn't uncomfortable, as he had trained to stay perfectly still in odd positions for hours, so this wasn't very difficult. It seemed that he had slightly ignored the question the small Tema had asked, but then again he would probably ignore her regardless, as he was never doing anything as of late. He didn't really feel emotions like the rest of them, nor did he participate in small talk and chats, usually. She wanted to know how he was doing this day, but he was always doing the same, simply indifferent, which made him seem more like Amatsu, considering he was the one that always seemed moody, and completely neutral towards everything, which was simply in his nature.

The woman seemed to whisper something into Jan's ear, and he slightly nuzzled his face into his arms a bit more, so Dues assumed that she did or said something inappropriate. He didn't quite have the sight of the overall event, but a quick survey of the others found his eyes looking at Tema, who apparently saw what had happened and giggled. The signs one could pick up if they were actually paying attention rather than simply gawking about how they seemed to be inconvenienced by this meeting was slightly amusing to Dues. They, the Espada as a whole, had literally nothing but time in this forsaken place, so a meeting was the least of their concerns. The only reason Dues didn't enjoy these sessions was because of the people that were also here. It wasn't as if he wanted it simply to be Amatsu and himself, that would be boring and suggest that Dues was somehow attracted to the man. Dues simply wanted more like minded individuals, and while the queen did reference them having similar qualities, Dues was at a loss on what that exactly meant. Sure, some of them had slightly similar qualities, Jan and Benkei being sarcastic assholes, but they were completely different. It seemed that Jan at least put some sort of thought into his insults, assuming that the other person was smart enough to get the references he was putting out, while Benkei seemingly let his insults loose, like diarrhea simply spilling from his mouth.

For this, Dues could at least respect Jan, although he didn't like him. Moreover, Benkei's Reiatsu was lower than most of the Espada here, which made Dues slightly suspicious as to why he was in the Espada, and not simply a fraccion. Regardless, if Amatsu and the queen had their reasons for choosing him, he would at least be somewhat of a meat shield or distraction for the enemy, when that time came. And then came LeCriox, another Espada that seemed to have his head shoved up his rear end. He came in, acknowledging that no one cared that he was the last one here, and Dues would be surprised if anyone but Amatsu and the queen even cared if he was in the same dimension, and yet he felt the need to state it. As if he was gathering some kind of self satisfaction for pointing out the obvious, especially in his know it all tone. The man then sat down, and although Dues' head had been locked in the same position, he was actually watching them all with slight interest. Such strange beings that got so much power, to be called some of the strongest Arrancar, and Dues wasn't quite sure if any of them deserved it. He would need to wait and see, and hopefully he would figure it out with as little amount of interaction as possible, because getting to know these people wasn't even on a list of priorities. Dues simply sat there, intent on actually listening to the leaders instead of spouting off some unnecessary speech about how the meeting will probably be boring, and greeting everyone who came in. Dues at this point may as well have been a statue, although his featureless bone mask and perfect stillness made him appear very unnerving.

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As the Espada began to flood into the room he held his position. There would be no movement besides Crimson hues that seemed to to take in everything. He observed their behaviors and how they interacted with each other. The primary purpose of this observation was to see see how well their personalities meshed in order to better pair them for the upcoming tasks. Personally he didn't care how well they got along, but more so how productive they were in the field. However profiling there ability to be cohesive and who worked better with who seemed to play a vital role in results. Qilin rather enjoyed efficiency over it's opposite so he would take mental notes before even attempting to join the fray. Dues bowed before him and head head simply canted to the side in curiosity. It was not a reaction as to why he was bowing but more so the timing of the act. However, he would not elaborate on the event and would simply watch on. One by one they came asking questions making comments....poking fun. Qilin didn't care for any of them in all honesty. They could have been soulless puppets that simply followed orders. Yet this was not the case....they all were unique and had their reasons for being here. He almost envied them....they had connections, bonds, personalities something he was lacking in. Maybe....Maybe he was the soulless doll.

He would not answer any of the questions asked nor would he entertain any of the extras that defined some of their more animated members. His expression was unwavering to the point that one might not even remember he was in the room even being so profoundly unique in appearance. Tough it wasn't like any of the others exactly projected the norm when it came to how an espada should look. They did not enforce a dress code so the traditional espada act of uniformity would be ignored. At least for a time being that is. He couldn't really pick an espada he favored more than the others save one. He was not sure why, was it the things they had been through in the past? Fond memories that for a brief instance made him want to live. Those memories....did they make him weak or did they make him stronger? A string a fate, a glint of hope which gave him faith. Yes faith, a word that went against everything he believed in yet they made him believe. It seemed like some cruel joke now. Yet it was the only piece of himself not bathed in the darkness and they destroyed it. So he would destroy them.

Whether it was by some mad twist of fate or a mere coincidence his thoughts would be turned flesh and bone. The woman ...the Primera would be the last to enter. She was promiscuous and could be a little over the top in the theatrics but he knew the real her. She was sacrifice, and the one she made scarred deep. It was natural that such a traumatic thing would cause a reaction. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction. Qilins would be Vengeance and hers....hers would be this facade of sexuality. The true Primera was a leader, a warrior that excelled using her wits and not her body. Yet suffering brought about change in all things. That was the natural order whether he liked it or not. Though buried beneath layers of emotion she still held the same leadership qualities which was why she held the title of Queen. He watched as she flaunted about and worked the room. When she finally came to him his expression did not change but his eyes did. They softened briefly before he spoke words. The parted lips let out a whisper among whispers to give her four words. "This is not you...." Before he let her go about again. He took his seat within that of the 10th Espada. "We have orders I presume?" One could not be clear if it was indeed a question or a matter of fact.

Subject: Re: Genesis(Espada only) Mon May 27, 2013 11:06 pm

'There she is.' he thought to himself as he could feel the cold chill of the reapers scythe cross his shoulders. Benkei was never to fond of this feeling, he wasn't afraid of Elodie but she always made her presence known. Also not to mention he wasn't a big fan of the cold. Out of respect Benkei took his feet off the table and sat up. “Come on darlin you know we just playin. We all know Dues and Qilin need some laughter in their life.” He said on a whim. Benkei was one of the more confident ones in his skills. The others may show cowardice and not speak. Not Benkei he gave no fucks. Someone had to be the fun light hearted one of the group to despite what they did to people. Not very nice things at all to people, hell Benkei ate most of his victims. He couldn't imagine a fate worse than that. Most of the Espada were present except for the second and ninth. It didn't bother Benkei. He couldn't speak much for Nirro as the two never really got along but as for the Ninth he was the newbie of the group. Maybe it would be smart to get him in the back pokcet and learn him the ropes before one of the other guys got to him.

Benkei would only smile as he glanced across the room. “One big fuckin dysfunctional family that’s how it should be.” his voice would bellow across the room. He figured he would be the one to break the immense silence that the primera brought into the room. He crossed his arms and leaned back into the chair. He could feel the tiny lizard shift around in his hair to avoid falling out. Then a clever plan popped into his skull. 'I should most likely go get the new guy he most likely doesn't know about the meeting.' The jaw bone that covered his lower jaw would shift around as he went to talk again. “I don't want to rush but the new number 9 most likely doesn't know about this meeting. Since its kind of a last minute thing.” The others would learn Benkei was a talker. He had a lot of things to say, he had been around longer, he was a little bit older too.

To despite him having the lowest Spiritual Pressure in the room he wasn't bothered by it at all. They would learn that he was one of the big three for good reason. Any one of them try to step he had no problem making them his next meal. In this ever changing world it was eat or be eaten. As a predator at the high end of the food chain Benkei knew his spot was up for grabs if any of the lower numbers decided to get froggy. He was always on his toes to despite how relaxed he was. The only one he knew he could trust was Tema, she didn't know any better. Still somewhat a child she was kind of innocent. And I know we are stretching that word but it was truth. “So how's about you just give me my mission, I will take squirt and the new guy with me? Show them the ropes Mrs. Elodie.” Then looking over at Dues and some of the other gloomy arrancar. He continued to speak. “I doubt these guys would want to be burdened by them anyway. I promise I won't eat them.”

Benkei stood by his word when it came to fellow Espada. They were the exception to his lying greediness that enveloped his being. To despite being a gluttonous, greedy dog he kept a pretty good handle on his hunger and emotions. Unlike some of these other guys who truly embraced their Aspect.

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What made an Espada an Espada? Was it the loyalty they commanded or the power they possessed? Was it the knowledge they had or the laughter they could create. An Espada in general to the other races was someone to be feared, someone of fathomless power that could obliterate an entire squad in as little time as it actually took for them to blink and that was why they were feared the most. An Espada's presence caused Shinigami to draw their swords and Humans to run screaming, an Espada was the pinnacle of Arrancar power. But, what were they to Arrancar? So many Arrancar these days ran into the sands of Hueco Mundo joining the bands of Arrancar that were not even loyal to Las Noches, the innumerable in name and in size as each passing day Arrancar stripped themselves of their branded numbers and joined their cousins in the sands. Those who remained were powerful and usually Fraccion, within Las Noches in general a thousand rooms lay abandoned home to Hollow.

LeCriox was an Espada, and for a while he had felt he was the only one, his other counterparts were either comparative in strength of which there was only one. That was until the young man had the pleasure of being recruited into this cold, unfeeling group built up on power. To say the Espada had risen was an understatement and now with the call from Amatsu beckoning action it would seem their strength was needed. The Octava had no room to refuse at the moment so for the time being he'd go along with whatever happened. He was in the throne room and the Novena and Segunda didn't seem to be there, perhaps Amatsu had given them their task already or something else?

The meeting was quickly escalating into an unruly circus show amongst the Hollow and Arrancar, and the Octava's attention never seemed to lift from the stone surface before him. Even sitting next to Tema the septima didn't do much for LeCriox in keeping the hostile feelings of some of the other Espada away. He wasn't fond of all of the cold shoulders that was currently filling the room. It made him feel worse to just be subjected to the negativity, even more so than his self-viewed failure of an attempt at communicating with the room had done. Still, his ears remained perked up in and listened intently to every word that was spoken, even those that were believed to have been said in semi-privacy. Oh well, those particular whispers were of no concern to him, but everything else sure was. Benkei, he was happy to find, was more outspoken with his views despite showing them off in an unorthodox manner. LeCriox, too, believed that they should get to the bottom line of the meeting rather than beating around the bush. This brought a subtle grin to the man's expression. The rest of his speech only confused him, though. He spoke of the Novena "new guy", and of him leading them on some sort of mission which hadn't even been discussed yet. Was Amatsu not the "King of Hueco Mundo", he thought. Didn't he give out the orders rather than listen to the selfish views of others? LeCriox continued to ponder these questions and try to discern the meaning behind the Cero Espada's words.

Subject: Re: Genesis(Espada only) Wed May 29, 2013 11:10 pm

After waiting a moment Elodie would shoot Benkei a look. This was his notion that he had all rights to do what needed to be done. Benkei pushed back from his chair. He stood up and looked around. If the others would stare he didn't care he out ranked them. The only numbers that truly mattered were 0-3. Some would say the Numbero 4 but Benkei didn't care. He looked over at Jan and Tema. They were on the younger end of the spectrum. He wasn't sure if Jan had seen any real action but Tema was defiantly still a baby when it came to brawling. After standing up Benkei grabbed his Espada jacket and laid it over his shoulders. “Tema, and Jan. Lets go get the new guy.” The others may have not known but as of now Jan was Benkei's partner. He took Tema because he felt like it. If any of the other Espada had a problem they could speak up.

Benkei began to leave the room, he approached the large doors. He punched the panel to force the doors open. His long espada jacket seemed to dance behind him as he left. “I am leaving lets go!” His voice echoed down the hall. With or without them he was going to go get some work done. Sitting around in silence staring at each other wasn't gonna rebuild Huceo Mundo and Las Noches.

{Exit}

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Jan had kept his head down through a good deal of the exchange. He didn't react when Amatsu asked if they had orders, he didn't react when Benkei decided to prove that he was incapable of being quiet and used the word fucking in a context that Jan felt would really make a family dysfunctional and not in a way he found to be especially appealing, despite just how much he disagreed with himself at times. Past that, Jan seriously did want to rush. That was his goal in life at this very moment, he just wanted to get out of there and as far away as possible. He hated the effect that woman had on him, wholly and truly, and he sincerely wanted to vacate the premises just so she couldn't keep exerting that strange power over him. As he heard Benkei refer to what assumed was him as the "New Guy," a moniker he wasn't especially fond of due his individual and rampant sense of pride, Jan's head turned slightly to let his eye poke out from beneath his limbed shield. A mission? Well at least they would be doing something semi-productive for once in their lives instead of their meaningless table sitting adventures. There was a brave new world out there of actual activity, things to do, beings to slaughter, all the fun stuff in life. For once, Jan was actually kind of excited at the prospect of being out of this stuffy castle and going out and doing something.

Of course, the mission he was talking about seemed to only involve tracking down the Novena and Jan was back to being bored to damn tears. It wasn't anything fun, it was to bring back some wayward idiot so he could join in with the "sitting around in a stuffy castle and doing nothing" activities. When Benkei issued his directive, one Jan was begrudgingly required to follow by Espada law, the young man slowly pushed back his seat and rose to his feet. In one sweeping motioned he had turned, and pivoted and was following Benkei toward the door. Seamlessly, like it was a rehearsed event, Jan reached behind Tema, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, and flung her over his back and on to his shoulders, intending to carry her around like a parrot. He was glad that he was bringing the only person he cared about with him on this exercise in boredom, that alleviated the annoyance ever so slightly and for that he was quite thankful. He wasn't at all phased by Benkei's promise to not eat them, despite the disparity in rank between them, Jan was more than confident in his ability to kill Benkei if it came to that. Maybe in the olden days rank meant more in terms of prescribing genuine levels of power, but now, their purpose was solely to create a chain of command. Jan was forced to listen to Benkei, like he's forced to listen to Niiro and...annoyingly...his queen, but in a straight fight he wasn't remotely scared of any of them.

"Let's go pick up the stray...such fun..."

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"Well I guess that's that...." He said as he got up and made his way to the mirror in the room taking a look at himself. "I guess this is a bit old fashioned." he ran his fingers through his hair coated in a red energy as the long locks of white hair would begin to fall and then disintegrate. He continued to do this until it was a short manageable length and then he would rip off the robes that covered his upper body revealing a muscular form that probably shocked those who paid any attention. His heavily tapped hands would dip into the pockets of the robes on the floor and pull out a simple basic T-Shirt and a pair of shades. In the opposing pocket he would pull out a pack of Newports He slipped the T-shirt on pulling down slightly to adjust it's fit. He then slid the shades on his face and began beating the pack of of cigarettes against his hand before casually sticking one into his mouth. After this was done he would pick up the remains and make his way out of the room.

He looked around and it wasn't like they had anything else to speak about. His usual casual steps would take him to the exit. On his way out he grabbed a coat that looked very familiar to the espada old uniforms but in the fashion of a coat. On the back it had the number 10 in bold black letters. There were no more words to be said and with that he would simply leave.

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Under normal Circumstances, Temawould have skipped off marrily with the Tercera as he left, but she found, that she was suddenly being lifted up by the thin collar of her rather small top and she flailed a little as she was slung onto Jan's shoulder in a rather comedic fashion. She smiled a bit when she realized she was safe and swayed a bit on his shoulder as she hummed happily. After all, Jan was one of the three Espada that seemed to enjoy her presence . So for now she simply stayed on his shoulder as Jan followed after the Tercera. Tema was happy she got to hang out with Z-sama and Afro-Sama. She wondered what new adventure would be awaiting them today. To what fun could be had this day when it came to it? To what wondrous location would she be allowed to spread the feeling of joy. She could only wonder as she closed her eyes and hum an old Transylvanian tune that was caught at the back of her mind. She was unsure where the tune came from, but it was there, and it filled her with joy. For now she was caught up in the eternal dance of her thoughts and mind.

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Drake knew the meeting would be one for the books but this was way beyond any expectations he would had walking into it. A few words were spoken and everyone suddenly remembered they had something important to do. LeCriox figured he'd make himself scarce as well while the room was rather still hopefully shocked by the sudden transformation of the Cero Espada. Since the leader was no longer in the room it was safe to assume the rest of the meeting was done with. The Octava rose from his seat silently, his scythes moved just as quietly by his sides. His figure would last be seen exiting through the door of the meeting room on his way to perhaps accomplish something meaningful.

[exit]

Posts : 10 Join date : 2013-05-22

From left to right his eyes wonder around the room discreetly as everyone made themselves or tried to make themselves comfortable with each other from Shuei's observation. His question was addressed very oddly as though this was appointed. Whatever the case was, he did not protest against the words that he heard. He merely stared off into the shadows of the room as he accepted the words of his peers. Despite Tema mispronouncing his name once again, it was not something he could scold her for her illuminating personality and his respect for others would bite his tongue from correcting her. His gaze would catch notice of the figure lurking in the dark. Shuei was unshaken by the presence within the shadow. It was none other than La Primera. As she came out of hiding in such a luxurious manner of self expression, the Cuarta simply watched her carefully for a moment before focusing his attention back at the table they all affiliated with the previous army. Her words lingered in the air as Shuei absorbed the information she gave with each word. The same flow of insight went around the Espada as they each spoke whereas the calm composed Cuarta would hear them fairly and equally yet remain silent with integrity.

His eyelids came down gently over his eyes. Now obstruct in darkness in his perspective, both his windows of the world in a void one can't escape unless they open those windows again. Such a bittersweet feeling that crawls up Shuei's spine emotionally. This was not home, and they... Are something else. Not too far into darkness and not to close to the light. As quickly this came to be the arrival of most members it easily began to diminish as well. From the looks of it there was something to occur here, yet not all were present... With the King leaving--No the Cero Espada leaving, Shuei took it upon himself to take a seat farthest from the remaining few. He sat there with each hand settled on each lap while his eyes slightly open, they remained glancing at the hardware as if in another world. His intention was to stay. Keeping the very essence of his existence to be non-exist with the room in a respectful manner for what it appeared to be. Truthfully he kept thinking to himself about this group and more importantly:
' How long until this is completely over?.. '

Posts : 11 Join date : 2013-05-19 Age : 33

Time moves slowly...

It was an art she was learning to spread to those around her, a form of expression that needed no words or pronounced action to be understood by those around her. Every person in this room had a duty to fulfill, and every one of them knew it or would know it within the hour. This meeting was mostly to see who jumped when told, and assessing any build on relationship since the last gathering of her dysfunctional family. The lines were clearly drawn on who was friend and who was partially hostile acquaintance. Elodie herself was blissfully indifferent unless caught behind a closed door, but that was her business and the business of the one cornered or coaxed there. One by one the realizations struck; Places to be, things to do. They volunteered themselves for what had already been expected of them. She hadn't needed to do anything but give a few approving glances and a wave of her hand in dismissal. These were not the sheep of usual kingdoms; They were the stuff of legends. Dire wolves and great sabre toothed tigers, each in their own way, every bit as dangerous as herself if not some more capable of violence and devastation. She was more refined then that, a figurehead, and a queen mostly in name. Whether they realized that or not, she made sure this kingdom could rule itself with an iron fist and she would not bare the blisters of the forge.

This was not to say she couldn't do it. If her hand was pressed to the blade edge she would grab it gratefully and rip it from the grasp of it's wielder with ease. She just did not think it would come to that point with these people, no matter their origins or radically different personalities. She adjusted as the air in the room grew gradually lighter from the disbanding occupants. The red haired man slid to all fours behind the door and creeped up to her side like a dog. A gesture that should have been awkward and jerky, but was instead graceful and suggestive as he pressed his cheek to her slender hand where it hung over the edge of her chair limply. Absently running fingers through his hair as she stood, her eyes graced the now empty chairs and the barren walls surrounding them. Alone. In the end, she always was, but it was a choice and not her fate. A little force of personality and it could change, but she wanted them to strive. To grow. To live, in the way that only those who have experienced death can. She couldn't hold their hands forever, whether forcefully or by their request. They had their battles, and she had hers. A sacrifice that they wouldn't have understood, but she made it every day, in every hour, in every second. Silently, she crossed the room and slipped through the door way.

Word Count-489
Song Listened To- Poor Jack, by Plain White T's
Comments- Just an exit, kind of sucked, but had to be done. Sorry guys <3

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