Diluvio, Triste-Trudging On
Having heard the summons of the newly appointed cero and most of the encounter between espada, and this new...leader of theirs, Diluvio found himself wandering towards their inner sanctum: The meeting hall. Many a time had the espada, of previous times mostly, assembled in such a location to discuss what few goals they might have shared at the time. Diluvio sighed, a forlorn look in his eyes as usual, he'd lost his one fraccion, a delightful thing she had been, and now a power change threatened to give him purpose. He hoped it might distract him from the horrible gluttony that raged deep within his soul. Diluvio you see, was driven no by his aspect, but rather by attempting to deny it what it wanted: Food.
Regardless to this somber fact, Diluvio had found that indeed his limbs had brought him to the chamber in which the meeting would be held. He seemed to be the first, or one of the first, arrivals as of yet. He didn't care, not one little bit. It was here that he found his place, the 9th seat, and walked over to settle down into it heavily. He was a tired soul you see, tired at all times except for one...but he did not like looking back at those occurrences, they disgusted him.
Lariel Quin-A Devious Opportunity
Having been far from the base of heaven after seeing the map and the converging points of interest, Lariel had long departed to the realm of Hueco Mundo. He had finished part of his work already, the first stages had already been set, the props up...but the players. Lariel sighed, the players would have to wait, but from the power signatures he had seen on the map earlier, they could not wait. So he departed his project and headed for, much like Diluvio, the so called 'inner sanctum' of Las Noches. He had a plan and with several things on his person, his chances were made even more considerable in their nature...or so the quincy thought.
(Shin'ya) Nox and The Lords of Night
An appearance and even the shifting walls and locations of the realm between realms seemed to darken, though little light had dwelled here previous to. Shin'ya was in the dangai, a place seldom visited by any race, any being at all, a place that...though he only knew an inkling, Shin'ya originated from. Glancing around the tired, and rather...lacking in hands, god attempted to locate anything of use. Seeming to spot something Shin'ya managed a weak smile and sheathed his blade to touch, with his only hand, one of dangai's walls. He closed his eyes and breathed, as calmly as he could manage, deeply until the wall seemed to begin shrinking. Once it was around half of it's original size, Shin'ya withdrew his hand and glanced away 'I must find respite...I cannot return to base as I am.' The god shook his head and again he reached his hand forwards, but now only into air, and appeared to grasp something.
Abruptly the entire area seemed to shiver, quake, and then twist in until Shin'ya himself was obscured and simply vanished from all sight. Had any seen him, they would find this incredibly hard to believe...if they could believe it at all. Again, the god of night, mysterious as his aspect was, had vanished into thin air. Only, this time he had left something behind, a signature and something that had once been part of him. It was blood but what purpose could that ever serve?