Bleach: The Lament of Power IC

[Sotawyyvra]

Itami- The Tercero Espada.
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“Pain... where is my pain... so... much... health...” Itami's voice rattled against the bone container that was his skull. He simply couldn't take it, as he sat there in the corner of the meeting hall, his sword resting on his arm and occasionally sliding across it; then moving to rest again in a place directly adjacent. Healthy people made him hungry, but not the kind of hungry that concerned food. No... It made him crave pain; the act of cutting through their very flesh and hearing them scream was honestly orgasmic, but it was only a thought. He knew well that if he were to act against the other Espada his life would been ended, quickly and without any mercy. Itami would prefer it that way, though. A slow, torturous death he often dreamed about when he mocked the action humans used to refer to as 'Sleep'. A quick, painless death would be insulting. It was not the way he planned to leave this world. Then again, he never planned to leave this world.

Itami thought of himself as the strongest of the eight espada, second only to the all powerful King of Hueco Mundo, and even then only slightly. It baffled him as to why he had only been given the Tres position. Flinching slightly as his arm spewed blood from a gash just then cut across his arm, his eyes darted around the room, examining the other Espada, and finally locking on the Segundo Espada, Hyotenko Seppen. An inner rage began to burn inside of him, causing his fist to lock around his sword and accidentally jerk it across his arm. The pain felt good, and pacified the outburst before anything extreme could surface. His eyes narrowed.

He had always hated the Segundo Espada, and not for anything personality wise; though it would be a lie to say he didn't think the sarcastic jokes weren't annoying. It was because of his rank. He deserved that rank, not Hyotenko, him. For fucks sake the man didn't even have a second release. The rage burned hotter then ever before, and he contemplated getting up and saying something, but his intelligence got the better of him. He didn't want to start a fight. Not yet. He would wait until a better time; a time when he could catch him alone. Then he would act, and prove his strength. He had two targets, the first and the Second espada. Eventually he would erase their existence. For now he knew he must play nice, or otherwise risk the entire Espada turning against him, and he wasn't that powerful.

Standing up, he walked over to the large table in the center of the hall and took a seat. Sheathing his bloody katana, he waited for an order, a purpose. His face twisted into a smile at the thought of ripping the Segundo's body apart piece by piece, surgically preventing him from dying as long as he could so that he could take in the pain, the screaming. He pictured slicing off the tattoo and burning it onto his body. It made him feel so good. So good...

[Ganryu]

Naratsu Seionyou

Naratsu opened the portal.

"But, I'm kinda chained to hell still.." She said with a slightly sad tone to her voice.

"I found out how to break them, though!" She suddenly said, remembering a moment after mentioning them. "You just have to overpower the chains."

As the first sentence sounded, Naratsu cursed to himself. They needed to get to get our as soon as possible. Both Captain Kiyomura and Tamara needed medical attention as soon as possible..... but he couldn't just leave Ali here either...

But the 2nd part brought hope.

Overpower the chains? He didn't like to think of himself as such, but he was the most powerful Shinigami captain. If anyone could do it with sheer might, he would be able to.... if he could summon the strength.

He walked by Ali, and drew his sword.

"Ali! I'm going to try to break them, brace yourself."

As he stood silent holding his zanpaktu in a power swing position behind his back, he called out to his sword spirit in his inner world, many spikes piercing an otherwise barren ground, a woman sitting on one such spike.

"Mujitsu no tsumibito! You WILL lend me your strength!"

"Interesssting. And why would I do that, dear?"

Naratsu held his sword at his spirit. "I need your strength, and I'm not backing down til I get it!"

The woman laughed cruelly, before jumping down. She slowly walked towards him, and grabbed the blade with her hand, pushing it away. With her other hand, she touched his chest seductively with the other.


"Very well. I ssshall lend you my power. ssss... HARSSSSS"

A violent hiss started to erupt from her.

[COLOR="rgb(154, 205, 50)"]"But remember thisss! I'm merely doing it on a whim! Don't expect thisss to be a regular event."[/COLOR]

His inner world faded as Naratsu found himself still braced for his swing above Ali's chains. Lent Reitsu started flow through his body.

He snapped from stance to swing in and instance, using the reitsu to smash down at the chains with full force of the Captain Commander.

His blade smashed though the chains, landing on the ground with a massive amount of power. The ground infront of the blade rose in massive blocks of rock into the air, some boulders the size of large trees. They landed with massive thuds in the distance.

Naratsu panted from the effort

"You're....free...."

He stumbled to the portal, and opened it with his hand, with a special seal prepared for it, as Naratsu's skill with Kido was subpar.

The portal stretched forward, large enough for all to walk through.

Naratsu was running on empty at this point, ready to simply go to bed.... but he knew there were things he had to attend to first.

He about fell forward, only to be caught by Artori.

Aria went to carry Ran.

Nobushige Toyotomi

A figure watched them in the distance, covering his head with red cloth. The rule known was a sinner could not cover his face in the world of the living while chained. Those rare ones who escaped had to keep their faces covered all the time, or hell would reclaim them. By covering his face with the clothe seemed to indicate that he was planning another escape. And the portal the shinigami had opened seemed to be the perfect way.

"Tch. Survived the wrath of hell... all of them. I'm not going to give up so easily though. "

He clutched his stomach, where injury persisted. A lucky strike of fire had cauterized it. It seemed hell favored him for some reason. He was in no position to fight, and even moving was a miracle in his condition.

"Ali? That's her name.... Hell will claim you, even if you break out.... you're one of us now."

[Syn]

Takeda Kiyomasa

The birds still chirping and flying around his head he felt somber and quite comfortable actually with the awkward position he was in. His mouth was agape in a broad manner as drool poured out the side of his mouth until he felt that familiar breeze. The breeze was his enemy it was the cold opponent that touched his skin and tinged it with an unwarm welcome. And so surging with energy once more Takeda jumped up and morphed his body into a fighting position swinging his hands back and forth. That was then until he realized where he was and why he was there in the first place. And then he looked around to see the wreckage he had caused and a woman who had her hand covering her eyes. Blinking curiously wondering why she had her eyes covered he soon realized why and looked down immediately. Laughing boisterously Takeda scratched his head, “It still looks big even after the cold breeze” Takeda got closer to the girl and nonchalantly moved his eyes back and forth to make sure he was quiet. Looking away from her he put an open palm to block his mouth, “Between you and me, men tend to shrink in the cold.” And then Takeda was back to normal.

Still not getting any indication he was being indecent he actually took the time to look at the girl in front of him, but his vision was clouded when he saw her chest. “Boobs!” he said out loud thinking he was talking in his head. “There just so big! They’re like the size of the Captain Commander’s head. I wonder how soft they are. Are those even proportionate to the rest of her body? Man I’d use those things as pillows. Haha boobs.” Takeda then with his male vision looked down and saw the little string above her waistband “Wow she doesn’t kid around, she’s rocking a thong!” Takeda was almost oblivious when it came to women and she most definitely heard everything he had to say about her. “Oh did I say that out loud? Sorry my Queen bee.” Takeda said bowing before her. “Oh it looks like my buddy down there has unsheathed too” and a bit vulgar at times too. ” "Who the hell are you? Better yet, why are you naked and in my house?" She asked and Takeda laughed about to prepare her for a long and wondrous journey, but first he had to be a gentlemen and introduce himself. “Well my name is Take—Hey I know you!” Takeda walked up to her, his ‘unsheathed sword’ probably poking her leg unintentionally, and lowered her hand.

“I knew I recognized those jugs from some place, you’re Kagura Hirenka! The ex-captain of Division 12! I remember you!” Takeda shook her shoulders vigorously “I’m Kiyomasa, Takeda!” pointing to himself proudly although one might wonder if there was anything to be proud of. “I was the Ex-captain of the 5th remember? I was like the first Captain to get executed, but not really! Well I was rescued, but still. It’s good to see you again even though we weren’t close per say, but fate had me stumble upon you even if I’m naked!” Takeda smiled and hugged Kagura until his ‘sword’ went in a direction it wasn’t meant to go unsheathed. The pain doubled him over and he fell back on the floor. “Ow ow ow! Hey Kagura do you think you can get me some clothes? I’ll just sit here till then.” Takeda said with a beaming smile while his eye winced in pain.

[Fieryfly]

Sakei Eris

Her strangeling was quite effective until, again for like the thousanth time that day, Kagura intervered. That woman just didn't know when to quit her bitching. Eris knew she was getting a new Gigai, but that one wasn't ready yet. On top of that it was seriously starting to creep her out to see herself lie on the couch. There should only be one Sakei Eris. Not two and certainly not one that was filled with guy.

The pinch in her neck was annoying though and Eris had the feeling that she had pushed Kagura enough for a day. Her grip loosened. Maybe it was time to do as she was told? It would make things easier that was for sure.

As soon as she had the thought she dismissed it. She would not do anything Kagura said. The woman was a devil. Taking her Gigai like that seriously hurted her pride. Besides she did not want to converse with that strange Fullbringer anymore. The guy was nuts. Eris was about to comment that Kagura was not her boss anymore when the woman had already left. So much for that. Eris completely released her grip around Aaron's neck and instead of that straddled the guy, looking down to her own face. She knitted her eyebrows together and took on her thinking face as she cupped her chin with her left hand. "I wonder..." She muttered rocking slightly from the right to the left. With her other hand she cupped Aaron's chin and turned the head from left to right.

"Would my Gigai with someone else inside be just an as good kisser as I am?" She said, appearently to Aaron though she did not seem to expect a reply. "Maybe I should make it an experiment hm?" She said quirking her brow at Aaron as she leaned closer.

Wolfe, 3rd General of Tenebrae

With the alarm Tenebrae appeared. Wolfe's head swept away from Melissa's face to give an acknowledging nod to the approaching man. He was his leader after all. Tenebrae seemed to be surrounded in business and hurried too. Wolfe found it a shame that he couldn't converse any further with Melissa, but so was live. He smiled to the Arrancar. "Till our next meeting." He said before turning to follow Tenebrea's retreating figure.

Striding up next to the self-proclaimed God of Rukongai Wolfe found himself snickering at Tenebrae's message to Lariel. "Did our Lord of Night loose his hand to a Shinigami?" He asked, curious who had managed to effectively hurt their first general. The man was stronger than he was, probably. Wolfe had never tested it out. Not yet. "By who's hand?" His laughing died down and in silence he waited for Tenebrae's concern with him.

Iala Sorino, Primera's Fraccion

Iala felt small. In the meeting room everyone was gathering. In their presence Iala felt like an ant or something else that could be squashed any moment if the others would prefer so. Ambrogio might have been nice to her, the other Espada might not tolerate her there. She was not an Espada. Her thoughts went again to the absence of Melissa. Again she hoped that no one would ask her any questions for she had no idea where the woman was. It had happened before, but Melissa would always come back and Iala never worried though she would prefer it if the woman wouldn't get her in nasty situations like this because of her absence.

The other Espada weren't as nice as Melissa though. The Segundo was annoyed and the Trecero was positively freaking her out. Luckily she was not seated next to him. With his longing for pain she would rather stay away from him. Why someone felt an urge to hurt himself was beyond her. Iala sighed. Why did she has get stuck with those people? All she wanted was leave this room. But she would not. Besides it would be so much trouble to try and think of a way out that she gave up before trying.

She would live through it. Probably. Most likely if the Trecero didn't fix his gaze on her she would probably be save.

[Ghost 97]

Harmony Acro - 4th General of Heaven, Tenebrae's base

Harmony regarded the garganta with interest. The odd-looking gateway was something the Fullbring had been trying to master for some time now. After all, if normal Hollows could do it by instinct, why wouldn't she be able to learn? She was making progress, of course. At more than one point, a garganta had been created, just not one big enough to enter. The Fullbringer moved a bit forward, touching the edges of the gateway, carefully checking every part it that was above her waist, as if the secret to a perfect garganta lay there. "A garganta." she murmured softly. When will its secrets be revealed?

Realising that her newfound companion was waiting, Harmony snapped out of her fascination. She looked to Melissa with a small smile. "Very sorry about that. I am just trying to figure out how to create these. I've been trying for some time, but only with minor succes." she said with a sigh, already heading into the gateway. "In either case, I have wasted enough of our time. Let us go."


Equilla Jeranta - Cuatra Espada, Las Noches

The 4th Espada was among the first arrivals, of course, as she had been following Ambrogio closely, already starting to gather information from him. Each move of muscle, each part of his posture, his way of walking, even in which pattern his Reitsu moved, it could all be useful, at some point in time. The child-like Arrancar had already dispatched a few of her Fraccion, - not enough for it to be noticeable, just two or three - and they had already started speaking to the new Cero's own followers, gathering any tidbit of information or trivia. After the meeting, a handful would be sent to the Cero, with false intentions of joining his midst. Obviously, they'd still answer to Equilla, working as spies. Equilla didn't know if Ambrogio would keep things secret from his new Espada, and frankly, he didn't seem like the kind of person to do that, but one can never be to sure.

As they entered the old Espada meeting room, Equilla realised how long time it had been since it had been in use. Small Hollows, like lizards and bugs, crawled and flew around in the forgotten room. Some of the chairs had cracks, and so did the table. A cobweb or two could be seen in the corners. Not to mention the large film of dust hanging over the room. The Reitsu of the two powerful Espada was enough to make it all go away, all but the cracks. Equilla watched with disdain at one of the lizards scurrying away. "This is our meeting room, Cero." Equilla stated the obvious. "As you can see, it is not in the most perfect of conditions. Our former leader didn't keep it very active. I can have some of my Fraccion replace the old stones, if you wish." The Espada took her old seat, which, like always, was a bit taller than all the other chairs, making her look just a bit less tiny, compared to the other Arrancar. It wasn't pride, as much as usefulness, since she'd otherwise have her chin on the table, while sitting straight. She was still bellow everyone's throats, but it was at least an improvement.

When the Segundo and Tercero took their seats by her, Equilla had to resist wincing. She ended up only closing her eyes, with a tiny furrow of her brows. The Tercero Espada. A pain-loving maniac, who, despite his obsession with mutilating his own body, is a considerable fighter. After all, one doesn't enter the Espada undeserving of the title. If my sources are correct, he, to, has gained the second stage of Resureccion, the Segunda Etapa. I have not seen him for some time. Equilla thought, as ice started to creep towards her. Of course, she didn't mind. She couldn't feel cold anymore. The Segundo Espada. An arrogant Arrancar, with a Reusreccion sharing my element. It is yet to be confirmed if he has a Segunda Etapa. He seems as lazy as ever. Equilla sighed softly to herself. She didn't know either of them to any extent, but even so, she could hear the back of her mind, telling her to get away from the obviously insane Espada, even if it meant getting closer to one whose powers were constantly spilling. As such, the child-like Arrancar scooched, as childish as her form would suggest, away from the Tercero, by as far as her chair would allow. She even leaned a bit further. It was a similar to when you'd sit down a child next to her drunken, funny smelling uncle. The childish behaviour was an act, of course. Even now, there were Espada yet to know her true colors, and she prefered it that way. Better to be trusted as a weak little child, than be untrusted as a calculating murderer.

[Glitchybugger]

Melissa simply gave a smile as Harmony apologized for taking her time with joining her in the Garganta. She gave a casual wave and waited for Harmony to follow her through. "That makes sense, what with having abilities akin to those of hollow. But I would have to say it is quite a feat to be able to create something like a garganta with what you have at your disposal, more so due to the fact that you are not actually a hollow."

Having said her piece, Melissa would lead Harmony into Heuco Mundo and open a garganta at the other end. "You may as well exit here, as I am sure you have no business in Las Noches. As for me, I have to see just what I have to work with." Saying that and waiting for Harmony to depart, Melissa would close the garganta behind the woman and continue to travel through the black-space until she stepped out of a garganta right within the meeting room in Las Noches. She was heavily suppressing her reiatsu for the time being, mostly because she hated bragging about her power.

"I apologize for being late, I was caught up with some bizarre people who wanted to talk." Melissa would say before walking past the others and up to her Fraccion, completely blind-siding the other Espada. One this she noticed was the lack of Thirteen, it seemed that she had left and been replaced by this man here. "Iala, I am sorry for not being here and having to leave you with these others. You can go if you want to, I will carry on from here." She said with a friendly smile, something never really seen coming from Arrancar. Regardless of Iala's choice, Melissa would look up from her Fraccion and look at the other Espada at last. "Have I missed anything?"
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Ali held the chains out and waited, and when Naratsu broke them, she was relieved, feeling as if she was actually safe now. So while Aria and Artori helped captains Kiyomura and Naratsu out through the gate created, Captain Vale was carrying the Quincy girl out as well. So Ali simply followed, glad to get out of hell.
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Just what was this guy? To be so unashamedly stood there, talking about... well... that as if it was something anyone could show off. Granted, anyone could if they wanted, but that was just indecent.

As he gave no option but to continue rambling on like he was, even going into what she looked like, there was a twitch of annoyance running through Kagura, causing her eye to twitch and her right hand to ball up into a fist as he just kept on talking, feeling that against her leg made it all the more worse. Then he recognised her, as well as making her remember him. Takeda Kiyomasa, what she knew of him was that he was one hell of a womanising bastard that needed at least twenty good punches in the face by now. The moment he hugged her and caused himself pain that made him back off, Kagura was partially relieved, but she was still on the verge of hitting this guy right now. "You expect me to have clothing suitable for you in my house? Are you mad?" Kagura managed to speak in a level tone as she responded, but this man was one stupid move away from getting a scream-powered kick to the face, mainly because he was sat down. "Do you not have a home of your own somewhere? If so, go there and get your own damned clothes."

[Ganryu]

Tenebrae Metus, Successor to a God?

Tenebrae chuckled a bit at Wolfe's comment, his humor was extremely dry.

"This is what happens when you aren't prepared to handle things. Things get out of hand, and you lose your grip."

He paused for a minute.

"I don't know who, but I do know he tried taking on 2 captains and several pest at once. An even match... if he'd payed attention."

Tenebrae was having a bit of trouble admitting that for once, he'd been on been given a run for his money. Without screwing around, he probably could have wasted the commander, but he had, and had payed for it.

"As for why I called you out, I thought a bit of a warning might be appreciated. You were always my favorite."

Tenebrae's sighed, like he was expecting to have alot of work to come.

"You know that the only quality needed to be of the Army of Heaven is strength.

I don't really care about loyalty, hence Shin'ya, whose fun to watch as he pretends to scheme things he thinks no one else knows.

I don't care about time, hence Harmony, a mortal whose strength is on par with us, but who live for but an instant.

Origin doesn't bother me either, as you yourself knows.

Strength is all I care about."

He sighed. There was one general who he hadn't named, for a specific reason.

"You've seen Lariel. He's has the weakest showing of any of the current Generals, I wonder myself why I keep him around at times. But there's something about him that both fascinates and is beyond the comprehension of the likes of me. Watch out for him from the shadows if you would, that was what I wanted you for. "

He disliked anything close to weakness, but he had this undying nagging feeling that something was amiss, and that he needed to ready the torch to be passed on. Tenebrae, with his love of strength knew quite well why he held his. Strength begat strength. His existence strengthened the world.

"Ah, one last thing. There's a little secret under our little hideout for you after I grow tired of my duties as the God of Strength. A kido of mine protects it as long as I will it too."



Aaron Flamberge, When in Rome


Aaron head had just about stopped spinning from asphyxiation when it all started again.

It looked like the beast from before was now trying to.... kiss him?

The choices this night was giving.... to be gay or lesbian? He didn't even think that was an option.

What the hell, lesbian was alot hotter, and if he was misreading this situation.... still totally worth it. What was she going to do, cripple him? After all, the commotion in the front, it was becoming increasingly obvious this was a nut house.

He grabbed the back of Sakei's head, with his left hand, and pulled her down for one hell of a kiss.

Note to self: Kagura is appearantly gay. So many questions, but somehow, don't care anymore. Near death experiences tend to do that.... and women.

Naratsu Seionyou, To Hell and Back

Naratsu walked through the portal being supported by Artori, into the Seireiti, looking up at the night sky, into the full moon. Had they been gone that long? It had taken them hours it seemed to regain Kiyomura.

He glanced back at her and Ali, just to make sure that it wasn't some mere illusion, and that they were all back in one peace.

But he also remembered the condition that Kiyomura and Tamara were in.

He called to the Kido Corps, incharge of the portal he had commanded to be open to hell.

"Get the 4th squad, immediately!"

UNIVERSE- Tamara & Kiyomura & ????

Quickly, several shinigami came to help the wounded, one such healing Naratsu himself, from the burns and exhaustion he suffered from.

Several attended Tamara and Kiyomura.

The ones standing over Tamara fretted. Impaled through, and the time she had been bleeding out were not a good combination. Even healing the wound as fast as they were, they were unsure of their work.

"This isn't looking good. Her hearbeats barely going. It's a wonder she's got one at all! I'm not sure if we can save her."

Unnoticed behind the group, a red chain would land gently in the Seireiti, hardly making a sound, before fading to invisibility. It was like taping a lock, someone cleverly leaving a way to open the 'door' again when nobody was looking.

Tomas Wyvern, Thoughts of Reenacting "Clue".

Tomas arrived in the meeting hall, he decided to attend after all. The pain akin to being ripped in two was actually smaller than his curiosity of Ambrigio, the man who would lead them. That however, dwarfed to his hate of Espada's 1-4. A rather uneasy killing intent rose from Tomas, fitting in with the killing intent of at least 2-4 as well.

Melissa- That bastard he'd in the human world. Her rejoining the Espada only meant his dream of leaving his legacy was smaller, another obstacle.

Hyotenka- He avoided this man, as much as he avoided Tomas. He was a schemer, who not only took pride in being higher ranked than Tomas, but claiming to be smarter as well. He didn't even have the ambition Tomas had, which infurated him no end.

Itami- A sadomasochist. A freak by any standard.

Equilla- Bitch

Tomas's fury was that, deep down, he knew all 4 were stronger than him, no matter how strong his ambition was, no matter how large a legacy he wanted to leave.

He took his seat, one which he'd taken great pride in. Even though the room hadn't been used in ages, his seat was perfectly furnished. He took pride in things related to himself, and had ordered his servants to maintain it.

Some sense of superiority was showing forth from his demeanor. It looked rather magnificant, his seat being the only one not decaying. It made everyone else look insignificant to his chair.

He glanced up at Ambrigio. He hadn't said a word though. The fact that everyone in the room would probably try and kill as many of their colleagues as possible if the room went dark was not a good conversation starter.

[Gothpuppy95]

Damien recklessly pushed his way through everyone around Tamara. "I did it once i will do it again." He closed his eyes and touched her then began the most ancient of chants. His voice was like water crossing over smooth glass as a rhythmic movement could be felt in the air as a pulse beat while he spoke.
"Kuten valo yllä koskettaa ihoani antaa minulle voimaa menneiden vuosisatojen ja vuosisatojen ajan Kehotan enkelit yö ja huoltajille sielun minun hengenvetoon annan sinulle oman.Kuun energia virtaa kehoni ja lahjoja vaarallisin lahjoja sinulle, henkäys ympärilläsi elvyttää teille teh muinoin minulle tehnyt tänä yönä eniten Pyhitetty monet yönä rajan tämän ja seuraavan maailman . Minä hengitä sinulle voimaa. Tumma valkerie lahja."

As the light above touches my skin giving me the power of centuries past and centuries to come I call upon the angels of the night and the guardians of the soul with my breath i give you your own. The lunar energy flows through my body and gifts the most dangerous of gifts to you, breath of the world around you to revitalize you as teh ancients have done to me on this night most hallowed by many the night of crossing between this and the next world. I breathe into you power. Dark valkerie's gift. With that he kissed her and let out a breath into her body bestowing the life of life gone.

[yoshua171]

Diluvio, Triste- The Poltergeist Espada

No one even glanced his way upon entering the meeting room, they never did...bastards. The thought was a rampent thing, violent and for a moment all of the higher ranked espada would feel a killing intent so intense that despite Diluvio's lower spiritual pressure it would feel as if they were being devoured. It only lasted for a second and then it was gone and Diluvio was the same insignificant figure as usual. He watched from the sidelines, his chair that of the 9th of his ilk, and waited to see what this...Ambrogio fellow, would say and change in his ruling over them.

Yet even as he fell to self pity the thing deep in his mind screamed and clawed and plotted against his kin. Diluvio was a coin with two sides completely their own and though they dwelled in the same body they were by no means the same entity...not truly at least.

'kill, kill, rip eat, devour....'

It went on in his mind forever, it would never stop, not until it was sated...and it could never be sated. NEVER.

(Shin'ya) Nox and The Lords of Night

Such pain he had encountered before, it was nothing and so he too arrived in Hueco Mundo. His purpose was different however, the hollows...they were his now, whatever that meant....

Resu-fu, Aria

Aria felt incredibly...strained and so when she followed the others through the gate she was only partially relieved of her burdens. The weight of hells miasma appeared to stop weighing on her, but her emotional turmoil did not stop. She felt so...guilty.

Artori Sentio

Helping Naratsu out and the considering all the implications, Artori thought for a long while. He was standing there, blade drawn and ready to defend the injured, when the kido corps arrived and assissted as best the could for Tamara. He was worried for her well being as well, but something about the whole situation just made him feel empty, he didn't like it. He had to admit however, it reminded him quite a bit of his faceless, bland sword spirit, Alma. Rather strange, but the mysterious spirit always was.

[Feldrain]

Ambrogio Amedeo, Cero Espada

Ambrogio stopped only a moment to reply to Iala's sudden outburst. "I see...Well then you best come along little one" he continued his way toward Los Noches, ushering the child like Arrancar to follow him with his hand. The fact that the strongest Arrancar under him would not be around for this little introductory meeting annoyed him slightly. Mostly because Tomas Wyvern would not be attending either. It seems highly unbecoming to not attend a meeting called by your new leader and lord. Hell, that's not something you would do even with someone your worked under for a long time. Still, he could not blame the Primera, as she seemed to have left before Ambrogio had even arrived. Their Fraccion would relay anything he would say at the meeting, but Ambrogio still felt he should have a word with them in person.

Upon entering the meeting room and getting a, a ghastly room that obviously had not been used in quite some time, the other child Arrancar confirmed the obvious for him and even offered to have her fraccion clean it up a bit. "Yes this could do well in the way of renovations," he replied, his eyes focused on the table. "but perhaps another time. For now, let's get this meeting started shall we?" his tone had become noticeably more serious. He had not know she was another Espada. He silently wondered what number she was, there was one in particular he was so looking forward to meeting again, not that he knew what her ranking was either.

As he made his way to the back of the meeting table, more of the Espada began to arrive. Ambrogio took note of where they were sitting. It did not seem random or convenient. Each one of them seemed to pick a chair out of their own voilation, and Ambrogio began to wonder if he could determine their ranks by their seated position. So far, he knew that Tomas Wyvern was 5 and that Iala was sitting in for number 1. He shook the thought from his head as he took his own seat at the very back of the table. Numbers could wait, there was business to attend to now.

Ambrogio sat with his hands folded in his lap and his ring staff leaning against his seat until he was sure that the last of the Espada had arrived. Surprisingly, it seemed Tomas had even managed to attend despite how he planned to have one of his fraccion do it for him. The air in the room was thick with the combined reitsu of the group. It was a little surprising to Ambrogio that Iala was able to hold out so well. Ambrogio gave only passing glances to each of the other Espada in the room. It was almost funny how each of them looked at one another. Disgust and disdain was all that could be found in this room. The air was as thick with malice as it was reitsu.

Just before Ambrogio was about rise from his seat and address the Espada, a pink haired Arrancar entered the room. She quickly revealed that she was in fact the Primera Espada. How delightful. Ambrogio found himself liking her already, listening to the caring tone she used with Iala. There was something different about her from the other Espada. Something he could work with. "Not at all milady." he said with a soft grin."Your right on time. Seems as though all of the Espada made it here anyway." He shot his focus towards Tomas. "Even the glorious Tomas seems to have made it. I do hope you worked out whatever had been troubling you." his Grin vanished as he turned back to the center of the table. "Now then...." he said slowly.

Standing up from his seat, Ambrogio cleared his throat and began to speak."I think it best we get some formalities out of the way before moving on to the more imposing matters at hand." He spoke through a small smile and crossed his arms behind his back. "Introductions sound like a fine way to get things started." he placed his left hand on his chest, keeping the other one behind his back. "Some of you may already be aware, but my name is Ambrogio Amedeo. I will be taking the place of the..." he stopped a moment, as if looking for the right word. "...Incompetent 13 as Lord of Huceo Mundo. Cero Espada." He closed his eyes and looked down. "But that sounds so formal. Please, call me Ambrogio, or perhaps, God" he looked back up at the table with eyes open. "Now, it is your turn. What are your names and rankings? Oh, and please feel free to tell me something about yourself. I'm here to listen." Ambrogio put his arm back behind his back and smirked.


Hajime Daichi, WTF is going on here?!?!/Hajime is petty...

Hajime's eyes narrowed. He wouldn't mind leaving. Seriously would not mind. But he still lived right next door to these crazy people, and for his mom's sake felt he had to make sure they would not be a threat. "Sorry, but I think I'll stay a while. Just to make sure that...Wait! What do you mean test on?!" Hajime started to raise his voice."What do you mean 'Pale imitation'? I could kick any hollows ass around here hands down! and..."Hajime flew into a rant about how his power was an art form and that Kagura is rude and her subordinates a bitch how this has been a really crappy week for him and his favorite TV show had been canceled and whole lot of other stuff that has nothing to do with anything....Then a naked man fell through through the front door.

While Kagura dealt with him, Hajime was speechless. The naked man seemed to be some sort of Shinigami, and knew Kagura to boot. This night just kept getting stranger by the minute. How in the world did he miss these people who lived just next door? He scratched the back of his head and sighed "At least it can't get any weirder then this...right?" Then he turned to look at the couch...and see Eris kiss a clone of herself. Hajime just stood there staring, ignoring a subtle stirring in his loins, he tried to hold onto his sanity. "Did I sniff paint or something before I went to bed last night!?!" he yelled aloud before slumping onto the ground....."Can someone please be so kind as to tell me just what the hell is going on?" he groaned pulling his face with his hand.