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Tall height, red hair, green eyes – Nagisa was delighted for her newest friend was as almost beautiful as Seryu. Almost. Sadly she was only almost a friend as well, because to be very precise they had only met about half an hour ago. Regardless of that though the younger Chinda was somewhat thrilled to be around a woman of her own height since her best friends almost made her feel almost comically out of place.

Mirabelle Bonnet, First Division, had fair skin and perfect posture, a sleeveless uniform that revealed strange tattoos and a wide smile. And one of the most beautiful voices whilst being unable to speak. A pity. For but a moment Nagisa wondered what it would sound like if Mirabelle were to sing before rolling her shoulders. Today she wore the traditional uniform, save for the red scarf and the eye-patch. Her raven hair fell freely about her shoulders and whipped softly in the wind as the breeze that rolled over the desert hills tugged at loose strands.

Nagisa’s head turned left and right as the startlingly blue eye scanned the horizon. Hueco Mundo was a wasteland. There was nothing to be found here except death. The woman reached up to affix some of her hair before diverting her attention towards the paper Mirabelle held towards her face. Squinting the Chinda deciphered a handwriting that used too many Kanji to be easily readable for a woman that was still relatively new to literacy.

“I am not sure what those two mean,” she admitted freely and pointed at one word and then the other. “But I gather you’re asking where I want to go first, right? Well, to be honest it’s my first time here too. All I know is that we are to stay as far away from Las Noches as possible whilst looking for some sort of oasis.”

Nagisa reached into the wide sleeve of her uniform and retrieved a crumbled up paper. “According to what I have read the Hollow we are looking for is an amphibious one.” She turned it over. “No picture though…why don’t they ever include pictures for this kind of thing?” The Chinda shook her head. “Any direction is good – though the guardian at the door recommended to either head east or south – so south?”

 Turning sideways Nagisa waited for the other woman to follow before beginning to walk slowly. “I have heard of Hueco Mundo, but to think it was to be as haunting and dreadful as people made it out to be…” She glanced skywards. “To be perfectly honest though it is not without a certain beauty. The vast emptiness. The pale moon.” The painful moan of an eviscerated demon rolled over the hills. “Well…let’s just say I take it back.”

“So, First Division, hm?” the Chinda began in an attempt to make conversation, unsure how that would work with a girl such as Mirabelle. “What’s it like serving under the Flash God? I heard he was Captain of the Fifth before, so you guys must get excellent training, yes?”

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Ooc: Like she said: come any, come all, we want to provoke a reaction here, just non that is lethal : D

Well... he had been enjoying a nice afternoon nap, laying on the roof of Las Noches under the pale moon-lit sky, eyes shut and chest rising and falling with each easy breath. But it seemed fate, like always, had plans for him to actually have to do something today. Sometimes he just wanted to punch fate square in the face... if it had one, or if 'fate' even existed for that matter. Whatever it was, clearly there was a higher power at work here that wanted to impede on his laziness. His eyes slowly crept back open and he let out a long, exasperated sigh, which was followed by a short groan as he sat up from his laying position and rested his elbows on his knees, his canary yellow eyes looking off in the direction of the... 'intrusion' he was sensing. Someone, that wasn't a Hollow, had just entered Hueco Mundo. Who else but the monsters that called this realm home would feel the need to come here? What purpose did they have? As the first person to likely sense the intrusion, it seemed it was up to him to investigate, lest it prove to be a threat to the security of Las Noches.

Standing to his feet, Richeshe reached a hand up to his black hair and ran a hand through it, making it even more unkempt than usual, and let out another sigh, before grabbing his hood and sliding it back up and over his features. Shuffling his hands into his pockets, he leaped off the edge of Las Noches' roof. His ability allowed him to condense the air underneath his feet to the point it was solid enough to stand on, and after doing so, employing a Sonido would increase his speed to the point where he could 'skate' across the sky. It was the closest thing he had to flying since he'd become an Arrancar, and lost the flight he treasured. It would make him reach his destination far slower than simply using multiple Sonido, and it would give him time to study the Spiritual Pressure of the intruder. No... there was more than one, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact number. Perhaps he should have waited for someone else to investigate, after all. But he was already closing in and there was no sense in turning back now. Whoever it was, he was confident his abilities would allow him to hold his own, as they had during his earlier stages of evolution.

As he neared his destination, Richeshe lowered his speed even more, until he was roughly a couple of kilometers from the two intruders - he was thankful it was only two of them, though he had to curse that they were wearing the garb of the Shinigami. He'd only encountered a single Shinigami in his time as a Hollow, but one never forgot their signature uniform, nor the weapon they carried. Even though he was suppressing his reiatsu, he was sure it wouldn't take long for them to notice his presence and turn around to see him, so he figured he might as well get the introductions out of the way. Lowering himself to the ground at a leisurely pace, he began approaching them at an equally-leisurely pace, displaying that he was not here to be hostile, but merely serve as the 'welcoming committee' for the two Shinigami.

Richeshe stopped roughly ten feet from the pair of women and turned his half-open eyes up to them, and spoke very plainly, "Shinigami aren't a common sight here in Hueco Mundo. It begs the question - how did you get here and, more importantly, what is your business in this place of death?" He looked at the two women with emotionless eyes, as the wind in the area swirled and caused the tails of Richeshe's waistcoat to rise and sway with the breeze.

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Ooc: After some confusion as to who was going to reply to you it was decided that the NOT mute girl will go ahead. And that’s me in this case. Whoop whoop

The Chinda felt a tingling sensation in the back of her head – one she had come to understand as an ingrained spiritual sense trying to make her aware of something peculiar. The woman slowly turned her head and squinted, tried to spy what she could feel, if barely. It was as if the presence was trying to suppress itself, but it was of little use. Not only was that Reiatsu closing in, but Nagisa had it in her sights. “It seems like we are about to make a new friend, Mirabelle.”

An Arrancar of average height, thus putting him at about the same if not a bit smaller than the Chinda. However, there was a distinct weight advantage in his favor and even from a distance the woman could see well defined muscles ripple under pale skin. He was of a tanned complexion with black hair and even a little bit of a beard; all in all it reminded the woman of that Zorro fellow Lyvalaea had shown her in the movers. All he was missing was the stylish mask – but who knew what he hid in the shade of that hood of his. As Nagisa looked the man over her gaze stopped at the richly adorned daggers he wore. Onyx and ivory, no?

The Hollow wore a strange sleeveless jacket that left much of his upper body exposed, almost as if he wanted to draw attention to that improbably black hole that sat where a naval ought to be. Almost as if this demon had truly been born from nothingness.

The man seemed jovial enough as indicated by his leisurely pace and the fact that he had the gall to stroll up to two Shinigami. Home turf or not, there had to be a limit to suicidal thoughts, no? The Chinda expanded the field in which she perceived Reiatsu in order to discern if he truly was alone or if this was just the set up to a more elaborate scheme. However, apart from some lower level Hollow it really seemed that the Arrancar before them was the only sensible thing present – and even that was most likely a stretch.

“I suppose you can hardly blame the lack of visitors on us if this,” and here she stopped to make an encompassing gesture. “Is what they find. It is everything but inviting, don’t you think?” A small smile played around her lips as the Chinda seized up her opponent. He gave her the impression of a fast man with his athletic built, but then again, if there was one thing Nagisa was confident in, then it was her speed.

“As to regards of our business in a ‘place of death’ – we are gods of death, is that not reason enough?” The lanky woman brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tugged it behind her ear, only to have it fall back moments later. “We are looking for something,” she then shared on a whim. “Mira, help me out here: is he what we are looking for?”

It has been quite some time since you have fought someone wielding two weapons. the Farseer said, sounding almost as if she was reliving past experiences.

Indeed, but I am afraid that I would have to share this fight with the mute girl, so it might not be that much fun.

O please, just break his legs and bag him. Not like that small fry can do much about it.

I am not opposed to the idea of ridding the world of yet another Arrancar, the Shinigami admitted: But I do think that drawing too much attention would eventually come back to bite us.

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Keeping his hands well away from his weapons, tucked safely into his pockets, to display he was no threat to the two women, Richeshe took several moments to give his own analytical glances between the both of them. They both had their own power about them, but the one sporting an eyepatch - for dramatic effect, maybe? - seemed to be the stronger of the pair. He would have to be wary of her the most if it came to battle. He was confident his speed and his ability would allow him to hold his own, but she also looked like she had the capability of speed about her. The other one, with the red hair... It was hard to get a read on her. Only time would tell if she proved to be a threat.

His eyes shifted back to the woman with the eyepatch, as she began to speak, making a mock of what the Hollows had come to call home. Perhaps her intention was not to offend, but she had a funny way of showing it if that were the case. He hadn't thought so before, but these Shinigami could stand to learn a lesson in humility. He could feel the eyes of the woman upon him as she sized him up, likely ascertaining just where his strengths lied and where his weaknesses might be. That would do her well before a battle, but as any combatant worth their salt knew, plans never survived contact with the enemy, and Richeshe prided himself on keeping his opponents guessing during combat. While he wished to avoid a conflict, he wouldn't mind being the one to teach a Shinigami that lesson of humility.

His eyebrow raised under the shade of his hood, when the woman spoke of their intentions here. Two Shinigami of average power came to Hueco Mundo on a whim to... look for something? What could there possibly be out in this wasteland of misery and death that would garner the interest of Soul Society? And on top of that, if it were so important, why would they not send higher-ranking or more powerful warriors to find it? What if it had been an Espada who had come to investigate the intrusion? These two women would likely be dead within minutes, depending on the mood of said Espada at the time. Was this the level of competency he could expect from the home of the Shinigami?

Shaking his head, Richeshe reached a hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small sigh as he tried and failed to understand the motivations and reasoning of the Soul Society. "If, per chance, I am what you're looking for, I will not become some lab rat for Soul Society. If that's the case, I'd suggest turning back around and returning to where you came from," he stated, as he released the bridge of his nose and turned his gaze back upward to the two women. "However, if I'm not your intended target and your intention here is to just find what you're looking for and leave, I will - with a great amount of loathing - agree to help you. I am not looking for a battle so early in my day, if I can avoid it. However, the decision is entirely up to you." While he spoke calmly and continued to appear physically relaxed, he was more than ready to accept their challenge, should they choose to issue it. While his hands remained in his pockets, his fingers danced within them, ready to spring out at any moment and take hold of his weapons. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips while he waited for their response.

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The newcomer wasn't entirely unwelcome, someone who knew the lay of the land could be useful and if he proved trouble later on there was no reason they couldn't dispose of him. Beldame's blade seemed to shimmer in the strange half-light of Hueco Mundo, light glancing off of the blade's edge traveling and reflecting off of the arrancar's jewelry.

A faint breeze washed over her form, and in it's wake faint traces of energy licked her exposed skin. Turning her eyes to the horizon, she noted a growing mass of clouds. As they neared, she felt the pulse and faint shock of an unmistakable spiritual signature. In the distance, but growing quickly, Mirabelle could make out the faint form of Allessandra Aizawa. She'd heard rumors of the shinigami, her prowess over the unfathomable power of electricity and her ruthlessness in pursuit of justice as the head of the Special Operations Command.

Nagisa, peculiar though she was, was more than capable of handling herself. Yet, Mirabelle still hesitated leaving her with an arrancar. They'd only just met, but Mirabelle felt a tie to the younger shinigami and would hate to see anything ill happen to the girl. She couldn't risk Allessandra rushing in and attacking though, and from the looks of it she appeared to come charging in with sword drawn and looking for blood.

A quick nod to Nagisa, and Mirabelle began to shunpo her way over the vast sands of the foreign land. Fishing her pen and paper out of her little pouch she began to scribble a little note. Eventually, she stopped and stood on a floor of her reiatsu waiting for Allessandra to meet her.

"Miss Aizawa, please, we don't wish to raise any alarms. Don't attack this arrancar, he's already offered to help us... sort of." she held the pad of paper out, hoping that the other shinigami would stop and head her plea.

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Amira had been devoutly practicing her cero. It was one of those abilities her new nature had given her that just made her want to get it stronger, to the point where she could level towns with it. Ambitious, to say the least. But her cero's already packed a mean punch and getting directly hit by them was... Very unhealthy. She quietly charged the orb of death between her fangs. Before letting it surge through the inner sands of Las Noches. She made absolutely sure she wouldn't hit anything fancy to displease her king. Not that she thought he even slightly cared. The cero - whom had collided with the thick pillars inside of Las Noches -  made quite the spectacle, detonating much more fiercely then Amira herself had imagined. She had heard that firing a cero in her home realm would be more impressive, but to this much was rather unexpected. She watched as a large chunk of the pillar was torn asunder and couldn't help but be awed by the thought of an Espada firing their cero. 

Her thought were broken however when she noted that, Richeshe who had been taking his nap suddenly moved. It was strange for him to move without telling her. Especially with such a hurry. He was normally much more reserved and she felt herself cringe at the thought of what could have caused him to move. Her nose wriggled as she used her own ability to perceive reiatsu to track him. Where are you off to.. Rich. When she felt the familiar reiatsu near two specs on her mental map she widened her eyes, two Shinigami had arrived in Heuco Mundo. Her facial features fell into a deep smirk shortly after. This was -the- chance for her to gain the king's favor. Protecting his lands from the filth of the Seireitei. 

To say that her run in with the Shinigami Daisuke had an impact on her opinion of Shinigami was an understatement. The mental wounds were still very fresh and although her body was in perfect shape. Her mind still had lingering anger. She really didn't mind the thought of dragging them off to the Tercera Espada for some... ''science.'' Still she quickly convinced herself to not go in all hostile. For she could not blame all Shinigami for the insanity of one. Still, it was gnawing at her and one wrong move would make her pave the sands of Heuco Mundo with their blood. She shook her head, really not wanting to think like that. But she -had- to protect Rich. That was a promise she made. 

The sound of sonido ripped through the white desert as she tracked Rich's reiatsu. As she approached she soon felt two and eventually a third additional signatures pop up. Whatever this was it had all the chance to get extremely ugly. Shaking of the thought she quietly soared through the sands repeatedly using sonido to close the distance. Eventually she landed on her feet behind Richeshe giving the Shinigami a somewhat unfriendly glance, although her smile quickly surfaced soon after. ''Are you lost little doves? This is no place for you.'' She paused, nudging her head and gazing at the three women in front of her. As per usual, she wasn't particularly impressed or intimidated by their features, despite the fierce looks of some. In the end they were Shinigami and Shinigami were predictable in their need to destroy anything with a hole in its chest. Predictable because they would loose their cool and attack. That's how it had always went so far, save for perhaps Walkren whom already said the ideals of the Seireitei were sub par at best. ''Rich... You know Erasmus will have your head if he see's you working with these...'' She waved her hand toward the Shinigami in front of them to indicate she was speaking of them. ''If they show up its always because we are ''evil'' and ''have to be purged'' '' She made fake air quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke of being evil and having to be purged. She then turned her attention to Rich ''You remember the other guy, right?'' She remembered all to well.

Nagisa had learned a variety of things ever since entering the Gotei. For one there was always more food if you befriended the cook. Secondly, everybody not in your Division is crazy and has it wrong and thirdly that things never quite – if at all – go the way the mission briefing described it. Today seemed to be one of these days as well.

The silence of the night was quickly disturbed by a thunderstorm, the boom echoing over the desert plane far and wide. However, that was not the only interruption of this chance meeting with the sun tanned man. As if she had been heralded by lightning itself Allessandra Aizawa, family to the famous Jasper, joined the fray. Millennia old she was amongst the oldest still serving Shinigami, her healing skills having saved numerous of Soul Society’s heroes, amongst them the Swordbreaker himself. If memory served the Chinda well the Aizawa too was now employed under Ine. What did she want here? Wasn’t Mirabelle here to represent the First? Nobody had called for back-up, right?

Naturally an entry as flashy as hers drew unwanted attention and already their party had been joined by another Arrancar. The woman seemed deceptively young, was of slim body but with an athlete’s built. Are attire was rather peculiar. It did not mimic the style most Arrancar spouted but instead akin to a frilly dress with long sleeves, somewhat resembling what Seryu’s maid typically wore.

Nagisa was starting to grow confused and somewhat annoyed. They had come for a relatively easy mission that was to be kept low-key and yet already it seemed like they were the center of attention for many miles. Why did she never ever receive any missions that went smoothly?

The Hollows remark almost made her huff. She wasn’t lost but almost losing it.

“I am not here to engage in discussions of metaphysics or philosophical issues in this post apocalyptic setting,” the Chinda announced not with a certain weariness in her voice. “To be quite frank, I have no interest in either of you, so if you don’t want a fight, then get out of my way. I believe we are here today for one of your lesser involved brethren, if you must know. Not that I expect you to care though since cannibalism seems to be more than accepted in your society. Just pay us no mind and then things will go well enough for you.”

“Besides,” she nodded in the direction of the agile looking man whose eyes seemed to have come to a similar conclusion about her as she had drawn from his built. Funnily enough they both seemed to think themselves the faster one. Too bad he was wrong. “Doesn’t seem like you’re friend is quite awake and on his a-game yet.”

There was one last remark on her tongue and Nagisa tried her best not to make it, and yet in the end years of Shinigami indoctrination could not be held at bay. “Matter of fact is that you all need help though to pass on into a better life. IF you’re finally ready to accept that and move on, I will be more than willing to help.”

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ooc: sorry for the crappy post, i wasnt aware that we were waiting for me.

Richeshe's attention momentarily shifted from the woman with the eyepatch to the growing storm in the distance. Odd, considering Hueco Mundo didn't have an atmosphere to speak of, so the only thing that could cause such a storm would be the arrival of another power - and, judging by its signature, it was another Shinigami. The two already present must have taken note, because their attentions also shifted in that direction, the one with the red hair taking action and dashing off to go meet said new arrival. Judging from the reiatsu alone, it was clear that this new Shinigami was of a much higher caliber than Eyepatch and Red. But it seemed they were not alone in having 'reinforcements' arrive. Not long after the redheaded Shinigami dashed away, none other than Amira showed up next to Richeshe. His dull yellow eyes tracked over to her and raised a curious eyebrow, wondering if she had felt the Shinigamis' arrival as well or if she had simply followed him here. It mattered little. This whole situation was beginning to get out of hand. If more and more people gathered here, they might draw the attention of the King himself. That would end poorly for all involved.

He looked over to Amira as she made her comment about said King, offering only a simple shrug in response. "'Working with' them? I had no such intention. I intended only to help them be on their way back to Soul Society as quickly as possible," he stated, as he turned his attention back to Eyepatch. "That being said, it appears her friends have other ideals." His gaze flitted back to the storm for a moment, then back to the dark-haired woman, as she began speaking again. Once again she saw fit to insult the Hollows and their way of life, and Richeshe's eyes narrowed at her. He was beginning to get impatient with this stuck-up woman and her overblown ego, but it would still take quite a bit more to truly get under his skin. "We feed simply because we must in order to survive. It is a base need, like breathing. Can you insult a creature that shares the same basic needs as yourself? Would, then, you not be insulting yourself in the process?" He allowed a brief smirk to flash across his lips, as once again his gaze tracked back over to the approaching storm. Nothing seemed to be slowing its approach, so he surmised that Red hadn't gone to try and stop the other Shinigami. A shame. He really was looking to avoid a fight today.

"Oh?" he offered in response to Eyepatch's comment about him not being awake and on his 'a-game', whatever that meant. He grinned and offered a small chuckle at that. This woman's ego truly would be her downfall someday. If that day had to be today and at his hands, he would more than happily oblige. "Even an average-ranked Shinigami like yourself should know not to underestimate an enemy simply because of their looks." He reached a hand up under his hood and to the back of his head, scratching at his hair casually. Though, the woman's last remark did hit something of a sour note for him. His gaze lifted back up to her and the dullness in his eyes was beginning to be replaced with a faint glow. His feet shifted ever-so-subtly into a ready position, the hand he'd lifted up coming to rest at his side, fingers twitching, wanting to grab the hilt of his dagger. If this woman had a deathwish, he, and he was sure Amira as well, would more than happily grant it for her. "A better life, you say? We Arrancar are the pinnacle of our kind. What better life could there be than being at the top of the food chain?" he asked in response, still watching as that storm grew ever closer. It seemed it would be upon them in a matter of moments.

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From his normal boring day, he sat there confused as he suddenly sensed a huge gathering of reiatsu. He only yawned when he stuck his tongue out to try to get a reading on where the reiatsu was coming from. Course he smirked when he found it, two arrancar and two shinigami. The arrancars were unknown to him, as well as one of the shinigami, however. He recognized one of the shinigami's reiatsu type and grinned, oh how he longed to see this shinigami again and study her further. Only now did he smile at the thought of taking a break from his work, and this was something he was going to take advantage of for sure.

This reiatsu...

So fucking familiar...

I have yet to learn her name...

Sobek only chuckled, smirking as he got up from his seat and headed down to the door of his tower. He knew that right now, his reiatsu was hidden behind the walls of Las Noches and the second he stepped out of it, he would be sensed. He knew this and did not care, he was wanting to study and right now, a interesting subject had just entered his special little habitat for research subjects.

You sure its wise to go?

Of course, i have research to study.

People to kill.

No, not that.

Its better if we let them live for now, We dont want to piss off Erasmus by causing unneeded bad media.

So he opened the door and stepped out into the vast sands of Las Noches.


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Now for the fun of thinking, as he walked with his sandals pushing against the sand, he thought. He knew things will either end one way or another, one terrifying and bloody way. Or for the sake of keeping things simple and not blood filled, he could try to talk them into things like leaving or doing whatever they are here for to do. Honestly, Sobek did not care if it ended one way or another, however he wanted one thing: Research Data. Now whats the best way he thought of getting research data, for one he could research their battle skills or research their styles of doing things in his world.

Only then did he sense a burst of reiatsu, one that felt somewhat familiar yet he could not really pinpoint on where he sensed it before.

Oh well, who cared, He was getting closer and closer to them and grinned more and more when he did. By time he caught up, he could only see them from a distance and boy did he see quite a bit. A female arrancar, slim and very appealing in interesting ways, long black hair and a dress that looked very pretty on her. A Male arrancar who seemed to be slagging off a bit, maybe he was just one for calmness at all times? Sobek chuckled at this thought.

For the shinigami, well he saw a some what strange and semi colorful girl holding a piece of paper out to a different direction. This caught him off as strange, but none the less he would have to ask her about that later on if he had the chance. Then, he saw her the very girl he met in the world of the living only to laugh gently and clap as he made his way to the side of Rich.

"..Well well... look what came to this beautiful world of ours.. Two shinigami, a third on the way. Tell me, Shinigami girls... what are you here for? In our little piece of research data filled heaven?"

He smiled as his black blood veins that looked like a web of darkness was all over his flesh had been a deep contrast to his white flesh. With the only other strange things about him appearing as his human eye being three different colors all sharing the same amount of space, Red, Black and Blue. His hair flowing in the seemingly soft breeze, he only smiled at the two arrancars and shinigami.

"So, what are your names? This question is for all four of you"

Course, if they couldnt tell, there was a huge.

Black.

Number 3 on his right shoulder.

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GP earned: 14
GP total: 14.

{ Hello~ I thought this would be a good time to introduce Sobek to the two new arrancars and well.

Hey there Nagisa~~~~~~~ XD }

Heavy, fur enveloped hooves collided into the sands of The Waste like meteors. The force behind each powerful stride overbearing the bass filled cracks of thunder. Eyes, like mirrors of the storm above, lowered into thin slits to shield the delicate lenses from wind and gritty sand alike.

With all their might, no amount of focusing or narrowing was going to allow them to peer through the endless hills and dunes of sand that laid between she and her intended targets; targets whom are very recently begun to grow in number. Where once there had only been three--two Shinigami, and a sole Arrancar-- there was now four; an even pairing of each. Each seemed relatively even in strength, but the reality of more Arrancar closing in on the spiritual lighthouse that were the Shinigami threatened to upset the balance.

Small hands buried into Kirin's mane, digits encircling the locks until knuckles matched the white hue of what they grasped. The weight this realm dropped on her shoulders was immense. Physically, she felt as though her body were under a constant state of war. Internal energy battling the tainted ambient reishi that dwelled in every corner of this place. Mentally, she battled the demons of past with the goals of the present; a war not as easily won as the physical.

It was the spiritual war that worried her most.

Something about this place stirred within her a sense of homeliness. Though she'd never admit it openly, this place held somewhere within its endless expanse the man she had loved for two millenia. That part of her, buried beneath the incalculable duties as a Shinigami of the Gotei, screamed for her to divert her attention to him; to find him, and together find what they both had given their lives for.

Their daughter..

A streak of raven black snaked down the purity of ivory like spilled ink.

The sudden break off of energy pulled her attention to the situation at hand. Up ahead, one of the Shinigami had left the other alone so that they might intercept the raging storm that approached them. In contrast to the golden light that the arcing lightning above provided, this woman's hair was like that of fire. Lively, and wild, it's flames lashed and licked out around her in the wind provided by the storm set to brew.

Mirabelle Bonnet; fellow Shinigami of the First Division, Unseated.

As though she were using her own body as an obstacle, she obstructed the Centers path with white paper pad in hand. " What is it, Mirabelle-san? " She pulled back on Kirin's mane, urging him to stop alongside the younger Shinigami. Her eyes whipped from the writing on the pad to the girl holding it. " Working with Hollow-Breed's is probably our most well-known law. " The lightning shaped body between her legs began to dissipate, before vanishing altogether once her roman sandals had touched the ground. " Us of the First should know the tenants better than any other. "

Her body lined up alongside the redhead; opposing colors of strands whipping in this direction and that. " I'll allow you to carry on with your mission for now, Mirabelle-san but expect your willing involvement with an Arrancar to go in my report. " Lenses cut to the side, peering through the haze of red and white.

It wasn't what would be in the report the girl needed to worry about.

A third, slightly larger presence emerged from somewhere in the distance. " We shouldn't be leaving one of our own to stand firm against uneven odds. " Dutiful steps carried her up and over the mound that blocked her view of the gathering on the other side.

Disappointment sank in. She had expected monstrosities. Ones like the former Noveno Espada, Pureza or worse like the newborn Hollows and their grotesque deformities. Instead, the trio gathered below were almost entirely human in appearance. Truthfully, the only differences in their appearance from the Shinigami's own were the Hollow Holes and bone white Fragments that each bore. Their location and design making them unique to one another.

One of them, with brilliant yellow eyes that contrasted heavily under the soot black strands that guarded them, seemed mostly harmless. If anything, he displayed the body language of someone just wanting the foreigners out of his home as quickly as possible. Laxed in stance and Reiatsu, he registered as little threat.

The lone female in the triad immediately proved herself to be the outspoken one of the bunch. With her uniquely colored eyes, she carried her gaze across the Shinigami as thought they were beneath her. More over, she dared tell them that this wasteful realm was no place for them. Them, the cleansers of the corrupt and vile. The sole inheritors of the ability to cleanse souls--and the souls that lived in this place were in great need of cleansing.

Fingers stretched, tiny sparks arcing between their tips in preparation. She'd see to it this girl would never again waggle her tongue so freely.

The other spoke. A man with two-toned hair, and the distinct marking of an Espada; thick black inked number Three imprinted on his flesh. " If Heaven is what you'd call this place, I fear you've been here for too long. " Each step taken progressed the advancement of the electricity swallowing her body. As if it were being guided by a pen or quill, it produced the frame of a hulking figure around her. Clad in Legionaries armoring, the behemoth she called Susanoo vigilantly stood around her in silence. Awaiting the command. " I think you'll soon learn that names are irrelevant to a dead man. "

Lip hooked in a mix of pleasure and disgust. She hated Espada more than she hated the vile and corrupt Shinigami that threatened the ideals of the Gotei.

" Nagisa-san, Mirabelle-san. I suggest taking your two specimens elsewhere. " The electrical entity stretched, hands clasping around quickly forming gladi and tower shield. She'd strike this Espada down here and now, before any more of his kind had a chance to arrive.

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Sometimes, it was beneficial that Mirabelle was mute. While, yes, she respected those who were seated and ranked, sometimes she felt the need to correct them. Of course she wasn't going to fraternize with the hollow, she simply meant that they'd been non-hostile. They'd wanted to see them out of their realm. The reprimand from her superior stung, much as one would expect and she followed Allessandra back to where the others had gathered. It seemed yet another arrancar had appeared, this one an obvious single step above the other monstrous abominations. Spidery black webbing sprawled across the landscapes of his features, spindly hair flowing in the breeze. This one, it seemed, was an... espada? On it's arm was a large black bold 3.

There was hardly time for her to register the newcomer, horror grew in her chest as her vision filled with her division mate's avatar. Electricity crackled in the air, currents of energy drawn from their surrounding circled the avatar charging it until it was fully grown. Allessandra stood at it's base, and even to Mirabelle she radiated power. She silently cursed herself for her loyalty, she had to follow Allessandra's lead and orders. Beldame read her shock, and did her best to make the blade as light as she could.

A quick shunpo, and Mirabelle found herself behind the other arrancar. While she was a shinigami of the Gotei and would to anything to defend it, she saw no purpose to this fight. They were the ones who'd traversed to the land of the damned, but they'd meant to avoid conflict. A fight here would mean chaos, hollows from all over would flock to the beacon of power. She was loath to make any rash movements in fear that they'd invoke the wrath that was surely hidden within the walls of Las Noches, so she silently began to call power enough to invoke a surprise Kido strike.

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Amira let out a huffed chuckle. An espada huh? She had heard a great deal about them but despite her stay in Las Noches she had no idea what they were or better yet whom they were. She didn't have time to admire the man though and quickly found her attention diverted back to the group before her. The expected third Shinigami entering the fray. She felt her hand cross her face, a slight smirk appearing upon her lips. These Shinigami were either really stupid or just suicidal, this much reiatsu in a single area was no doubt going to attract the attention of every hollow in the vicinity and the moment the inevitable fight broke lose every hollow in Heuco Mundo would want in on this party. 

It'll be a shame then, this party is ours. 

You said it, Kusari. 

For the first time ever the divided pieces of Amira seemed to think in line, trespassers were not welcome here. Especially not Shinigami. Her gaze fixated on the espada before she mumbled a quick introduction ''My name is Amira.'' Her introduction was blunt and short her attention clearly fixated on the.. two in front of her? her gaze tracked over her shoulder as she noted the one of them behind them. A dastardly smirk crawling onto her face. This one had willingly secluded itself from its friends? bold... But not entirely un-expected.

Shall we swap places?

Not yet, your murderous expertise is not yet required. 

It never is with you. 

You know me so well!

Gee, why would that be? its not like we are the same person or anything. 

A chuckle, followed by a sonido and Amira found herself standing behind Mirabelle. She had made no attempt to keep her presence a secret, in fact she had wanted the girl to turn around.  Her gaze fixated on Mirabelle, twisted amusement drawn across her facial expression. Predatory instinct taking over, as well as a sadistic desire to inflict as much pain as possible on the girl in front of her. Her reiatsu flared with a darker tint. The taint of Kusari's darker aura taking hold and mixing with her own pink one. It seemed balanced, one half entirely sinister the other light and friendly, as if her split personality had taken perfect harmony for the moment. Her lips curled back, she didn't want to make the first move. But she could sure as hell threaten with it. Her fangs finally fully bared and her hand gripped the hilt of her blade, yanking its from its compartment. The blade hissed and howled as it was bared against the cold touch of Heuco mundo, the snake along the hilt coiling around Amira's left hand to give her a better grip, all the while the blade itself coated her in a light blue mist, ghastly in nature. The blade was pointed at Mirabelle.

''It isn't too late to back down, little dove... That isn't to say that I hope you will!''  

Kusari?

Divided we fall...

Then together we stand.