The wandering mind leads to wonderous results

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The dome of conqueror's was surely one fit for one with stature such as the Queen of Hueco Mundo. On the outside it appeared just like any other, with the main different being slightly larger than that of the other towers. Once inside however, it became apparent the power wielded by the queen. Light blue crystalline structures coated the walls to the floor to even the furniture, making it so that everything had a transparent look to it, even seeing into other rooms was made easy by looking at the translucent walls. Not even the shower room was spared, which became more understandable when you realized this queen had no king. This sole ruler's rooms were easily divisible into five units. A bedroom that was simple in stature, with a bed of pure crystal with white silken sheets to give comfort to the person sleeping on it. To anyone else it may seem cold and uncomfortable with only the sheet to give them warmth, not even another to help them through the night. The queen had long grown used to it due to the element being cold and comforting to her own skin. She was not in this room, perhaps the showers?

Not here either, but they were worth mentioning. What was probably most noticeable was that the entire shower room had translucent walls just like the rest of the room, which meant anyone here with her would be free to see what activities were conducted there. Several bars of soap lining the walls, conditioner, and many other hair products that showed just how much the user cared for their own body. The towels used for striped black and white, like zebras and hung from several different racks.

The other areas were just as important, a study with only an easel and the occasional book to allow for the intense readings of the queen, at the moment it was completely barren. The next area was simply an area for clothing, filled with many different outfits that made one wonder just where someone like her acquired such a collection. That left only one area for Armonia to be in, the largest area in the very center. The throne room.

The area had a number of small cracks within it which allowed glistening purified water to flow through, dripping down from the source into the cracks and spreading around to give life to the many insignias which marked the floor. Eventually, they dropped off through a large crevice in the middle of the room which was about the width of a pencil and ran all the way to the front door of the dome. Where it went and how the water made it all the way here to give it such a wondrous look was unknown. The decorations of the walls was something to behold, having several carvings in it depicting a fight of some sort between something that looked like a hollow grappling a shinigami, at least vaguely. In the middle of the room sat a throne that would be seeable to anyone that entered into this room, holding several spikes protruding from it and being attached to the floor, likely having been carved from the same block of crystal the rest of the room was made of. Here she was, slouching slightly in her throne as she thought over the world, was Armonia. Queen of Hueco Mundo.

Light blue eyes drifted about the room, as if taking in the beauty of it was now nothing more then another thing to do in the day. One elbow on an arm of the throne, holding her head upright and digging through the many strands of hair on the white side of her head. The other other made idle motions against the soft nylon fabric on her thigh that was accompanied a short sigh. Armonia was lost in thought, as was usual when she was completely alone. The state of the world was in disorder, and only she could see how truly corrupt it was. ''The best way to get everything to fit, every piece...'' She muttered to herself. There was no look of interest on her face, nor one that said she was thinking very hard. She was just letting her mind drift amidst the boredom. ''Ah, I've lost myself again. I really do need to find companionship of some sort...'' The queen said, several different subjects had entered her mind like a chaotic array, and was just listing off each thing she found important. Romance, unsurprisingly was at the top of the list. ''Although, the Espada need to be given purpose. I can't tell them the true one, so what should I direct them towards...''

Click, clack, tap, click, clack, and more clacking. The gentle steps of the Espada approaching could be heard through the halls. A white coin danced between the fingers of the one approaching. The coin having two sides, an Ace for heads, and a joker imprinted on the other side for tails. The coin flipped through the air, via a controlled flick on the thumb acting as the trigger finger. Smoke trailed off in the air, as the man exhaled smoke, his eyes staring out into nothingness. The coin was caught, and the process was repeated shortly after. The Dome of the Conqueror was as magnificent as ever. One designed in the image of the current ruler of Hueco Mundo. Who would have ever thought Las Noches would have a Queen, while absent a King? A most interesting thing, when one thought about what it meant to be able to lead the Espada. The Queen commanded respect, and the Espada, whether it be men or women responded to her. Outside in waiting were Fraccion level guards, all awaiting the words of the Queen. They are hers to command, and she often did as she so pleased with them. A most amusing thing, since The Jackal did not care for such things.

The coin whistled through the air, creating what can be described as a distant sound. The queen's quarters were quite unique in its set up. But during the time of his approaching, his Pesquisa already pinpointed the woman. Her location was the throne room, had she been in the shower or bedroom, would be like an invitation. How long has it been since any man shared her bed? It was only recently that the Jackal begun taking notice of it. The Espada came to a stop outside, a massive door opening before him. The light soon caught up to his form, bringing life to the silhouette that once was. The Jackal as he is known by his alias was just about the same as ever. A most handsome face, particularly easy on the eyes. This person was known as Wolfgang Jakkalera, and he was given the position of Segunda Espada. And so the number two was tattoo on his body. Wolfgang has long shoulder length, yet spiky teal colored hair. His skin color is of a brown skin color, sticking to the theme of a Spaniard in certain regards to being an Arrancar. Wolfgang also stands at 6 foot, three inches, boasting a well toned body, but not overly bulky. Wolfgang has piercing teal colored eyes that are equally as seductive as they can be made to give off a devious stare.

The Jackal's mask fragment is the bottom half of a jawbone which resembles that of a canine. The mask fragment which is the bottom half of a jawbone is on the left side of the Jackal's face. It runs along the Arrancar’s own jawbone on that particular side of his face. There are teeth running along the mask fragment. Parts of the mask fragment also extend downward towards the neck of the Jackal. Interestingly enough, the mask fragment of the Arrancar doesn't seem to hamper him in any way. The mask fragment is of course white with the teeth running along it being black. Moving down the body of the Jackal, Wolfgang has his number tattooed on the right side of his neck. A strange thing to refer to him as the Jackal and then at times Wolfgang. Was there meaning behind it? Perhaps, but it was of little to no importance at this point in time. The man would make his way inside, moving closer to the throne, in which his queen was currently slouched on.

The rest of his body being revealed fully to the woman, not that she hadn't seen it before. The Jackal wears the typical black and white Arrancar attire, though the man has added his own unique flavor to it. The Jackal's upper garments consist of white long-sleeved overcoat that fits closely to his body, but not close enough to hinder his movements. There is also a pair of black fingerless gloves being worn on both hands of the Arrancar. The overcoat mentioned has a very high collar to it. On either side of the collars a pair of black tassels is attached to it. The high collar severs to hide the tattoo of his number from view. The man also seems to sport a what appears to be a black flack jacket, though not entirely military style. It’s more like for fashion than anything, yet it sets the Jackal apart from the other Espada. The flack jacket is worn over the long white overcoat. The overcoat is of course buttoned up only exposing most of the Arrancar collar bone. The flack-jacket in question is buckled around The Jackal’s waist moving up towards his chest area. The buckles are of a silver color, with the flack jacket only having straps that covers only one shoulder. More specifically, these are strapped across his left shoulder. The flack jacket of course has a number of compartments that are used to store his deck of cards and other insignificant items.

Wolfgang also wears a black sash around his waist rather stylishly. Wolfgang neglects the usual Hakama of the Arrancar race, instead opting for more closely fitting white trousers. The overcoat of the man also stretches pass his knees, ending up in an inverted "V" shape. Wolfgang unlike many of the other Arrancar, wears black man boots, something many considers to be his own personal style. The trousers that the Jackal sports covers the boots mainly, leaving only the foot area visible, which excludes the shin area and upwards. His attire was now complete, while the man moved closer to the throne. To add even more to the throne room, there was a flight of at least twelve steps leading up to the throne. Which means, all the Queen's subjects, often stood at the bottom, gazing at her. Wolfgang did exactly that as he came to a stop. His hand still flipping his coin, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"May I join you, your grace? It must get lonely being in this part of Las Noches by yourself. Now then, lend your words to my ears, and I shall make sure they're well received. Strike from thought any form of boredom that plagues your mind, Armonia of the Espada". The Espada stated while awaiting a response from his queen.

While awaiting something to happen that day, she had been neglecting the use of her own sensing abilities in order to further any surprise that may happen that day. So the arrival of the second Espada was something of a pleasant surprise to the queen, eyes glancing towards the doors as they opened and graced her with his form. Her finger stopped trailing at the nylon along the top part of her leg as he entered straightening up her position as she moved her head off of her hand and placed both limbs on the arms of the throne she held. With current position and her usual form of dress she was sure she looked at least somewhat nice to the eyes of a man, even if it was an Espada. However, in response to him she did not smile, keeping along with her usual stoic frown in order to keep along with what in her opinion was the proper face of a ruler. An unchanging one that stood resolute as their rule.

As Armonia listened to his words, she found his words to be rather true. It did indeed get lonely in this part, constantly in solitude from the rest of the world while the rest of Hueco Mundo battled for life or death. She seemingly gave a short sigh as these thoughts invaded her mind, another problem she needed to solve. Her long term goal wasn't something that could happen overnight, so stability of Hueco Mundo could be a shorter term goal while still being a long one. Her mouth opened finally in response to the Espada, taking his invitation in stride as if she often didn't get someone to talk to, which was indeed the case.

''Well, my dear segunda. If you wish to join me then I shall allow it, it certainly would be a pleasant change of pace. Now, since you offered your own ears to me I'll make use of it.'' She said, blue crystalline specks gathering around her and shortly creating an orb for her to hold within her hand. For just a moment, the queen considered telling her subject about her current feelings of loneliness considering the romantic aspect of her life, but then thought better of it. Telling a lower subject of such weakness was sure to invite an invitation towards her own death, well aware of the espada that followed her purely out of the chance to get a chance to kill her. Any weakness shown was something they could exploit. So instead she opted to tell him about the goal she had decided upon.

''Decade after decade, our ranks have grown to show our status in the world of Hueco Mundo. We show that stability can be achieved with even the most bestial of creatures, disregarding our base instincts in order to not only gain power but true awareness of self. But, despite that we're grown rather stagnant. There's no goal, we simply exist as a status symbol in my opinion. That's why I've been thinking.'' Armonia said, letting her words flow free for just a bit. ''We can do two things of current, as I don't truly believe we are ready to challenge the gotei 13 just yet until we can be sure our power is resolute. Bringing order to the world of Hueco Mund truly, instead of insisting it's not still a world of chaos outside of these walls. Or we can attempt to stem the flow of the people that threaten the balance of both our world and the shinigami world. Those massacring wolves called quincy, who kill without taking anything into consideration.''

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Rosserio had just walked in from outside, he had decided to speak with his fellow Espada, he happened to enjoy the company kept within these walls. The thought of using Pesquisa hadn't crossed his mind, he used that to detect enemies, and while at least some of them would forever be temporary allies, he still didn't think of them as enemies to search for. While his feet were silent, the zanpakuto he was carrying was not, the sound of metal dragging across stone likely being heard inside the ‘Dome’, as well as neighboring buildings. His clothes were surprisingly clean and white, an extremely bright white, as if it was freshly washed.His head was bobbing as his long flowing, bright red hair continued swaying from side to side. His hand was covered in blood that was slowly being sucked back into his body, he didn't want to leave a stain on the ground. That would be rude, and while he believed that wouldn't get him killed, it’d likely annoy his fellow espada, as well as the Cero Espada. The arrancar that had seen him walk, Remembering the fact he was dragging his zanpaktou across the ground, and likely making scratches on the ground he quickly attempted to lift it into the air and place it into his hands. Hoping he didn't make so much of a mess. Rosserio made a mental note to clean that up. As he continued walking he had began to hear mumbling at least that was what it was to him, much too quiet for him to hear. Absorbing the last bit of blood he began to walk much more quickly, speed walking, he was curious as to what they were talking about.

He had heard Armonia speak a few words, although most of them were murmurs he had gotten some words, segunda, decade, rank, and quincy. He continued to walk, before he stopped in his tracks spotting the fraccion at the entrance of the throne room. Were they having a private conversation ? That would explain why they were here, or maybe they were having a casual one. Well, either way Rosserio decided he should be apart of it, he walked toward the door, before taking a sharp ninety degree turn to the side. Losing the nerve to simply walk in uninvited, his thoughts were conflicting, should he just walk in, or should he wait? He walked away from the door, before about three yards away he once again turned around, and walked past the fraccion, taking a single step toward the door, before pulling the barefoot back. He brought his legs back and continued walking, making it look like he was pacing. Sweat began to drop down the espada’s face. Should he, or should he not? It was a simple question, but it ran through his head multiple times, each time with a different answer, and reason. It would be rude, was once answer, You’re the fourth espada, you do what needs to be done. was another. He was plagued by thoughts as he continued pacing in front of his door, until he tried to reach to his head to rub his temples, letting go of his zanpaktou which in turn caused it to slam to the ground, creating sparks, and more importantly a loud metal CLANG. Rosserio looked straight toward the entrance, once again caught in the moment with one of his extreme emotions. Nervousness.

The thoughts hit him like a train, this is even worse than before, at least before he could just walked away, or walked in with a subject after eavesdropping a bit, but now he was in the open, the worst place to be, the worst situation. Now it looked like he was eavesdropping the entire time, and it would be partially true, he was planning on eavesdropping if he didn’t have the nerve to walk through the door. Several ideas popped in his headShould I run? he thought that to himself. It was silly, he wasn't in a life or death situation, but he could do without the accusations, and the embarrassment. He thought to himself Why am I here, I don’t even like it inside, it’s so boring in here, the floor is hard, there are at least four people around here who are of a higher rank. While thinking these thoughts, he had decided on his action. He turned toward the door and puffed out his chest. No matter how nervous he was, he had to explain why he was here.

”I AM CURIOUS TO WHAT’RE YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND PLAN TO ENTER!”

The eyes of the Jackal did not leave the form of the queen that sat upon her throne. That stoic expression, that ever so inspiring frown brought forth amusement. The Segunda kept his position, as if standing at attention. The coin in his hand dancing between his fingers. This man was a professional when it comes to gambling. It was the cause of his death, and his aspect was intoxication. He simply could not get enough of the things that brought him joy. Whether it be gambling, misleading others through the use of his puzzles, it was all the same. The Jackal had fully immersed himself in all of it. Wolfgang had offered his ears to the queen, a away of telling the woman she had his attention."Do make use of my time, you grace". The Segunda simply stated while falling silent, still awaiting that moment when something of interest would be said. It wasn't often that Wolfgang offered his services like this.

"Interesting. Her grace appear to be lacking in satisfaction. Can't say I blame ya, we've been exponentially quiet. Our status as you mention have no real weight to it. Your grace, ya meant to be Queen of Hueco Mundo, right? Now tell me, why do I feel as if you're only Queen of Las Noches? Hueco Mundo is as vast as the Soul Society, and yet, we can only stake claim to a portion of it. A most interesting subject. I think we would be better off keeping our friends close, and our enemies closer. Know what I mean?". The Segunda stated, having sensed that another member of the Espada was about to join them. The Jackal had kept his senses sharp, seeking out others. And who could ignore that awful sound of metal scraping against the ground? The Jackal was actually happy to have visited the Queen at this moment in time. The woman had brought up a most interesting subject. Just what was the purpose of the Espada?

Another loud clang was enough to bring some attention outside the door. The Jackal shook his head from side to side. His thoughts resting on the fact, that another Espada was making a fool of himself. "It would appear we have company. It would be amusing not to invite him in. What is thy will, your grace? Besides, the sooner we can get over this hurdle, the sooner we can move onto discussing more important business". The Jackal was perhaps anticipating what Armonia would decide to do. The Segunda Espada was somewhat board, and maybe a good campaign of conquering another race was exactly what the Espada needed. They could always start by conquering Hueco Mundo, completely that is.

Armonia gave a silent sigh as she leaned back into her throne, the words of the Jackal piercing through her ears. He was correct about several things, they had no influence upon the world of Hueco Mundo at large, at least seemingly. Their power large as could be was not able to reach every being in this wretched realm. Her eyes slowly closed shut as she entered deep into thought, listening to his words with interest. Las Noches was indeed large, enough to house an entire army if she so chose it, but because of one of the Espada, the one that could manipulate his own blood it had been reduced to a coalition so long ago. The purpose of the espada was something that she couldn't take lightly, at least not without revealing her true intentions for them. To divert their minds, they require the use of several goals before the final one is given. Armonia's eyes slowly rose open, as if she had been about to say something before a large clanging resounded about the area. It was then that a specific set of words met her ears, signalling the arrival of the one she had just been thinking of.

”I AM CURIOUS TO WHAT’RE YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND PLAN TO ENTER!”

Armonia gave a light sigh in response, her legs switching position in their crossed stature. She switched topic, as she'd return to the original in just a few moments. ''You may enter, there is nothing preventing you to do so. All are always able to enter my domain at any time.'' Armonia said, slowly lifting herself up out of the throne as she finally stood. Her arms crossed against her chest, glancing away from the Segunda and towards the doors as if expecting them to open. ''This is a matter which requires more than two people to consider, so I suppose his presence was required anyway.'' She said, slowly stepping down each step from her throne and finally to equal ground as her subordinate. Complete subjugation of her race first, or to stem the flow of quincy blood to make their lives easier. It was a difficult thing for her, at least now. Not because she was hesitating on whether to subjugate her own race, but merely because the fourth had distracted her thoughts.

Her arms finally uncrossed before she continued, walking past the second and in the direction of her bedroom. ''Come, we shall discuss this while I prepare for the day. I have much time to waste, but I dislike doing that in the presence of others.'' Armonia said, giving a slight sigh as she moved her hands in the direction of the doors, they opened up at her whim in order to allow the fourth to enter, being made out of the same crystalline structure as the rest of the room, hand carved by Armonia herself through patience and thought. It was more than just a pretty room, it was a defensive measure for any that would dare attempt to fight her in her own room.

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Rosserio blinked, hearing the invitation, he took it to mean he was allowed to come in. He exhaled deeply, feeling a bit better, and not as nervous. The emotion had, like water down a drain left his body, however it didn’t just disappear. Something else replaced it, another feeling, he felt it, and it felt natural.Relief washing over his body, and giving way to another emotion in its rawest form, relaxation.His position went from standing upright, with a puffed out chest, to slouching, before walking in opening the door with by pushing it with one hand. He didn’t bother to lift his zanpaktou, the sharp edge being dragged across the ground, creating sparks across the ground as he walked.

He had only a few words, so he was a bit more than lost on what to do. More like confused, and once again another emotion passed by, his relaxed feeling being replaced by confusion.Segunda, rank, quincy, and decade. What did those words have to do with each other? They could be anything, the quincy could be attacked, or they could be potential allies.Rosserio pushed the thoughts out of his mind, it didn’t matter what they were, he’d find out soon enough if he was meant to hear it. Rosserio had lifted his zanpaktou and walked along behind Armonia, wondering what they were going to talk about, but it hardly mattered. If he could just say it, he’d have his answer.

So, Rosserio straightened up, and began speaking once again. He spoke loud, because that was the only way to ask a question, or speak. He was a man, not a mouse. If he had something to say he’d make sure it was clear to everyone, no matter how embarrassing, stupid, or nonsensical it was. He just had to say it right, it was a simple question, all he had to do was ask what they were talking about before. Just one sentence.

”RANK,SEGUNDA,QUINCY DECADE?"

the second the words came out he realized he made no sense. He just asked the words he heard and said it in a questioning manner. Thoughts had began pouring themselves into his mind, they were so fast he could barely keep up.What kind of question was that, that wasn’t a question, those were words. Those were literally words, not even in the right order, what kind of person would be able to understand that. I’m a horrible stupid person, I shouldn’t be alive right now, my life is a disaster, maybe she didn’t hear me, but I shouted AAAAAAAAAAAAH!.

"One gives life to thought of what will Armonia of the Espada should do now. A delicate matter it is, always searching for meaning. That woman, she is a sly one, and not to be a chauvinist bastard, but one must remain skeptical". The Jackal thought to himself as Armonia rose from her throne. In all honesty, Wolfgang was curious to know just when did she became queen of Hueco Mundo. The man didn't remember being conquered, instead he decided to group himself with the bandits of the realms. The Gotei 13 was a shining example as to why those with power needed to group together. They stand as one, and with that they became a force to reckon with. The Hollows, all the way through to becoming an Arrancar were often divided. The Hollow race often followed its most basic primal instinct. It was kill or be killed, find and devour or risk the exact opposite happening to you. The Jackal often became drunk adhering to his most basic instinct. And that is exactly why he had reached the heights of what it meant to be Hollow. But there was a lot more to be done, and the puzzle master had but a simply question for all. What will happen next? Many would dare inquire about it, but Wolfgang knew better. His own intoxication for the mysteries of life is what kept him going after all this time. Be that as it may, everyone has their own goal. And Wolfgang sure did have his, which the man would see to its completion. It was most certainly amusing when observing the carefree ways of the queen. The Segunda couldn't help but perform his magic trick. His coin dancing between his fingers on the back of his hand. The Espada soon sighed and turned to follow the woman, awaiting the arrival of another.

Turning on his heels, Wolfgang began marching behind the queen. His teal colored eyes observing the curves of her body. Her backside, the shape of it. Was it flat, was it perfectly formed? The Espada's free hand came up and sleeked his hair back. His thoughts now drifting onto a cigar, a bit of alcohol and doing fun things with the queen. To think Wolfgang had such rebellious thoughts about the Cero Espada. Armonia may be the one in charge, but Wolfgang often has other ideas. Even a leader needs to feel like a real woman too, right? The preposterous and quite frankly perfectly normal thoughts brought a grin to the Segunda's face. He was having a bit of fun thinking about himself with Armonia. The man had now thought up a riddle, a puzzle composed by his villainous thoughts. One that may be revealed to the Queen of Hueco Mundo at a later date. The Espada would have continued with his thoughts, had it not been for the noisy fourth Espada. If there was one thing Wolfgang disliked, it was being around a noisy bunch. And this retarded fourth Espada was just that. The Segunda shook his head, while looking over his shoulder at the class clown. The incoherent words of the man only served to annoy Wolfgang even more. The Segunda was walking behind Armonia, and the fourth was just behind the two. While walking, Wolfgang's eyes began to twitch our of sheer annoyance.

"Pipe down you fucking idiot. Keep blurting stuff out, and I will make it so that your mouth is absent tongue!". Wolfgang had seriously had enough of the class clown. Perhaps it was rude of the Segunda to react such a way. But the teal colored man cared not to whom he spoke to. If there was someone getting on his nerves then they would surely hear about it. The Segunda would continue to follow Armonia, providing she didn't have any objections.

Armonia's aqua eyes closed for a few moments as the next member of the Espada joined them, his ramblings giving her a slight headache. She stayed silent, continuing her walk towards her room and entering it. She allowed the door to remain open for the two of her companions and moved her hands towards one of the many ribbons she had tied around her clothing, pulling on it and allowing it to come loose. The queen moved her hands around her body, explaining things to them while she undid the ribbons. ''Well, my dear Quatra, we were simply explaining what our current plan of action could be. I feel before moving our gaze towards that of the Gotei 13, we should first either stabilize Hueco Mundo or face the much larger problem of Quincy. Although I'm not sure if you're aware, their weapons do not purify hollows it kills, but completely obliterates them, sending the balance of souls into a chaotic disarray that would threaten to collapse not only their realm but also that of Hueco Mundo. I'm sure you can see why I consider them a bigger threat than that of the Shinigami.'' Armonia said, getting the last ribbon off of her dress, although Dress may have been a bit of an overstatement. Reaching only halfway to her thighs and the sides opening up to that of her hips perhaps it was more appropriate to say it was a shirt she wore as a dress. It was an inverted form of her hair colors, black on the left side and white on the right side.

She undid the folded turtleneck portion of her short, and finally slipped it up and over her head leaving her in not much more than that of her sandles, dark pantyhose and a long sleeved half shirt that exposed her deathly pale skin around her stomach and rest of her body by extension. Her aqua eyes turned to that of the two espada with her, crossing her arms around her chest. Her body was lithe and almost petite in structure, showing that it preferred itself to remain in a form suit for combat rather than pure sexual attraction, although judging by the unmarred level of her skin and her shapely curves around the areas that weren't her chest it still had some degree of want for attractiveness ''I'd very much prefer you two told me which you thought was a bigger problem, I've not said much about the state of Hueco Mundo but there are still several threats that need to be resolved or terminated.'' She moved her hand in a gentle motion, the contents of her nearby desk flowing out towards her as she sat on the edge of her bed. A brush was what she grasped, and gently began to run it through her silken monochrome strands to get rid of any tangles and smooth it out further, she vastly preferred to do this before and after a shower in order to maximize it's effectiveness on her body. Armonia waited patiently in the process of her pre-shower hair care, curious about what her subordinates answers and opinions could possibly be.

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Rosserio continued to walking with Armonia, and Wolfgang, and pondered the question, ignoring the Jackal’s threat, he was surprised she was able to get the question even though it was blurted out in such a way, but that’s to be expected of Armonia’s rank, afterall she was the Cero espada. He could only see the two from behind, and sped up his walking in order to stop lagging behind. He thought more about the question, well it made sense that the quincy were the most dangerous to the hollows by that logic, it also didn’t help that they were a threat against all three realms, as well as everything that existed in them. The difference was, that the quincy stole the chance of an afterlife from them, and if they really were a threat to all three realms, wouldn’t they have more enemies, after all that’s how it worked.

He thought about it more deeply, would the shinigami join with the quincies if they were attacked? Which was more important, stopping hollows, or protecting the balance? Should they build up their forces, or simply attack the quincy before they grew too large to handle, there were many different scenarios that could change depending on what happened, and unlike the shinigami the information about the quincy was small. There were more shinigami in pure number, authough on average he’d have to say they were weaker than the quincy and easier to deal with, the largest problem were the captains, and Lieutenants, who had the shikai ability, aswell as kidou, did the quincy have an equivalent?

He turned his head to look straight toward the Segunda, wondering what he was thinking. Probably not much, taking a deep breath he calmed himself down in order to ignore the conflicting emotions, as well as their intensity, he had to answer with a clear mind..”I believe for now it would be best to gather more forces, and send anyone willing for an initial strike, personally I know little to nothing about quincy, other than what occasionally passes through the sands of Hueco Mundo, through the mouth of tough, lucky, or cowardly hollows. We also don’t know whether in a crisis if they would accept the help of the shinigami, or ask for support, or if the Shinigami would deliver the final blow in order to stop their threat, after all as much of a problem we are to them, unless we directly attack them they won’t be in danger. Lastly, we don’t know about their relations with the humans with special powers. depending on all of these, it can either be swift end to the Quincy, the end of all three realms, or the end of us Espada. Maybe we can play a more indirect role? I’m sure you’ve heard of divide and conquer.” He breathed in deeply, that was large thing to say with few breaks in between.

The invitation to Armonia's personal quarters came across as most intriguing. To think she would do such a thing without fear of what could happen. The teal colored eyes of the Jackal paid close attention to Armonia's actions. His senses remaining as keen as before. Taking into consideration what the fourth Espada was also doing. In some ways, Armonia's means of conducting her little meeting, was one way of putting the weaker men at ease. She was a succubus, minus the flamboyancy and lack of clothes, in addition to a flirtatious nature. Wolfgang would smile a little, the coin in his hand still dancing between his fingers. Said coin was then tucked away while listening to both Armonia's and Rosserio's concerns. The whole matter concerning the Quincy and the Shinigami was always a touchy subject. The Gotei 13 was a formidable force, likewise the Quincy could be clever too. Not necessarily stronger than the Shinigami. The Quincy's strength comes from cheap tricks, and striking when it is least expected. Wolfgang looked at bother the Cero and Cuatra Espada. A most curious expression on his face, before attempting to share his thoughts. Just what did he think was the bigger threat? That was an easy question, but finding a solution may not be so easy. The Segunda sighed a little and closed his teal colored eyes, before once again opening them slowly. His gaze fixating on the Cero Espada this time as she went through her airbrushing ceremony.

"A curious question that was, your grace. I would say they are just as bad as the other. The Shinigami are more or less our natural enemies. And quite frankly both the Shinigami and Hollow race possess a certain disdain for the Quincy. I've never had much use for an afterlife, since after this one, thats it. We either end up being sent to Hell, or dissolve into nothingness forever.

Be that as it may. It would be best if we did a bit of reconnaissance on the state of both races. Its best to know just what your enemies are up to at all times. And this is where we will have to watch from the shadows, making an appearance ever so often. Rosserio also raised a good point, now that he is more coherent. We have no idea what the spiritual awaken Humans are up to at this stage. That again requires a bit of clarification. So why not kill two birds with one stone? I say we investigate every race that may pose a threat. Meanwhile we should gather our forces and strengthen our ranks for the inevitable battle that is to come.

I would also personally like to see what is going on within our own realm. Hueco Mundo is ours and we need to make it known".

The man said finally concluding his little piece, once again settling down. His delivery was straight to the point and was food for thought. It was always best to make sure Hueco Mundo remained a united front. The harder it was for any other race to divide them, the better their chances would be. It was time to make a decision or forever remain indecisive. And that they couldn't afford to be. The Jackal would look at the Cero Espada once more. This time asking one final question. "Armonia. What is your ultimate goal?". These words hung in the air for the moments to come. It was a serious question and one that needed answering.

Armonia's hand lightly gripped onto the handle of the brush, setting it against her hair and running the bristles through her silken threads with careful and well-timed strokes while she listened to the words of the other espada. Few things Armonia truly adored, but her hair was one of them, having been trained to perfection despite an entire side of it being left over markings from her hollow mask. The white part that is at least, but it gave her a rather unique look compared to most other people without having the cons of dyed hair that others sported. Her eyes closed for a moment to savor the feeling of her hand holding onto it to steady it for the brush, before Armonia's attention soon returned to the words of the other espada. How unsteady the minds of an arrancar runs, she thought as the words of the Segunda and Quatra were finished. Remaining fixated on her hair seemingly, she spoke not a word until the Segunda finally finished with question the queen had been expecting from any number of her subordinates.

''My ultimate goal...?'' Armonia mused, as if amused by the question itself and what purpose it may have served. My goal is only for me to know, were her inward thoughts, causing almost the barest hints of a smile to creep at her lips before they opened in response to the Segunda once more, this time with an answer. ''My goal should be easily see able from the questions I've asked thus far and the musings I've had concerning what was troubling me. My ultimate goal is to bring true order to the realms. Complete balance that only the arrancar, knowing both sides of the coin unlike the shinigami, who only experience one, would be able to learn. The law of the strongest is something only savages can do, but lesser minds such as those of hollows require it in order to give their instincts something to follow. I hope that the world we, the espada can create together will do away with purely the strong being in charge. I hope dearly intellect will one day also play in part to the choices of the world at large.'' Armonia said, standing up at last and holding her hands out. The crystalline floor around her rose in order to create a stand, melding almost like liquid from her precise movements and setting her brush onto the new placement.

''However...'' Armonia continued, pausing for but a moment before turning her back to the two of them. She pushed her arms around her chest area, before sliding her croptop off of her chest and over her head. Her head glanced towards the two of them as she allowed it to slide to the floor, her back was now bare to them, showing off where her heart would be located a hole that ran all the way through to the other side. The location of her hollow hole, and perhaps an indicator that she was less human then she acted. Her hands wrapped around her chest, tightening as she thought to herself after those words. Only the barest blue from her eyes were seen as she looked at them from the corner of her eyes, ''In order for anyone to realize the privileges they have been given, shinigami, arrancar, quincy, human...It doesn't matter, to realize just how much they had and for them to truly appreciate it...it must be taken from them. Even Hueco Mundo will be driven to despair before paradise will be given to it, all races will learn that there is no utopia without building on top of the backs of those unworthy. Do you understand...?'' Armonia questioned the two of them, having momentarily forgotten to head towards the bathroom to take her shower.

Rosserio breathed in deeply, leaving him to think about his own goal, while he was interested in Armonia’s, he still had his own, at least he thought so. He wasn’t so sure, the rule had always been that the strong rule, and so he followed it. He was strong, so he ruled, he didn’t even have any sort of end goal, surviving was always at the top of the list, as well as loyally serving under Armonia. However hearing Armonia speak about her goal of an intellectual based hollow society had made him think of what a world like that would be. He always knew Armonia was an intellect, but this was completely different, they were hollows. Intelligence was only used to outsmart opponents, thinking was only used to survive the next day, strength was, and most likely will be what all hollows use to choose who earned their spot in their society, if you could call it that. Building a society on the backs of anyone, shinigami, arrancars, quincy, or humans wouldn’t end well, It’s too much for simply one organization, or even one entire race to handle, it would be simple if we knew how they had received their powers, and made it rise to such levels, then we’d eliminate any chance of an uprising...

He crossed his arms, and closed his eyes before beginning to speak. ”Exuse me for saying this but I’m not so sure about your plan, while the rest of the realms are in constant disorder, wouldn’t it be better if we concentrated on our realm? Honestly I could care less about the shinigami’s suffering, order, or if they gain any sort of happinessss. As far as Hueco Mundo goes? It is already a land full of despair, that is how most become a hollow, and they spend their existance as lower class hollows in despair and anger, after doing so they may become adjucha, rise to levels beyond where they could experience other positive emotions such as happiness. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind building a utopia for us hollows, but instead of trying to use them as the backbone of our society, we could simply eliminate them, or devour them. He opened his eyes after letting his opinion known, he hadn’t wanted to speak in such a way, but that’s how he felt about it. They were always battling them, using them in any other way except for food had its risks, too much of a risk for the queen, for the Espada, and all of Hueco Mundo with this plan.

"Haha. Now we're getting somewhere. Your ultimate goal is the rule all, and it would appear it doesn't matter how you get there. But there is something that gets to me about this whole deal. Allow me to give voice to these concerns". The man would pause for a moment and look at both Armonia and the loud mouth Cuatra. Whom by the way had calmed down some, showing that he could at least engage in a proper conversation. There was a lot that needed to be said, but in essence, Wolfgang wanted to keep things short and sweet. It was all about getting to the point and not hold back on his thoughts. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you intending on using our own race as slaves to your cause? Surely the great Armonia is far more ambitious than that. Recently the Quincy have risen to new heights, and that's because they didn't use their own as a stepping stone. No. They empowered them, and by doing so gave them enough strength to fight on par with the other races out there.

It would be a good idea to go scouting throughout Hueco Mundo and recruit some more allies. As for the weaker ones, I'm sure we can find something for them to do. Its important to rule not only with power and intellect. But the people you're leading should want to follow you. That is the mark of a potentially great leader. We also have the Shinigami to consider. If we do not take care with our actions. We could risk an all out war, and I'm pretty sure they can be very resourceful. If that happens, then another race can easily swoop in when both parties are weakened and kill us both. So now..is it not a good idea to deal with our own territory before anything else? But whatever the case, I'm sure you will take into consideration that opinions of your learned colleagues". The Segunda finally finished, hoping that Armonia would at least acknowledge what was being said. The conversation and its content was one such, that Wolfgang didn't even bother to take notice of Armonia undressing.

It had gone beyond that point now, where the woman's body wasn't even something the Espada desired. Her whole unofficial way of dealing with things amused the Segunda. Was she trying to get a little more up close and personal with her so called subordinates? It was laughable to say the least, but Wolfgang didn't let it bother him too much.

Light steps would be heard as a lean figure, clad in the colorless uniform accustomed to his race; a jacket, sash, and hakama, wandered about. The sound echoed further ahead of him through the corridors foreshadowing his arrival at the cero's lair. Another sound, this one metallic in tone, lighter than that of his steps would be heard if anyone was close by, however none were at the moment. It was the three small rings that pierced his left ear but not his human-like one. No, the ear pierced was one of the two fox ears upon his head that were his hollow remnants. White, obviously, in color and to the eyes of others would appear to be real, as they held tiny bristles that could be mistaken as fur. Silvery hair reaching down past his sternum and changing hue as it descended from silver to light violet to cyan, the middle three bangs gently waving back and forth from the middle of his face to each of his deep cyan eyes as he strolled. His visage was placid, not revealing any emotion, the usual facial pattern sported by the Tercera along with the fang that exited the left side of his maw.

The two feet long coattails of his arrancar jacket swayed aimlessly behind him with each step, a feature he had added to his attire as they reminded him of his real tails. On the back of said jacket would be an image unique to Truco's attire that of a black, tribal fox design. The image was malevolent in a way as the fox seemed to be snickering in a devious manner. The long sleeve jacket closely fitted his lean stature contrary to his hakama, which was rather loose and baggy. Currently unzipped, revealing the black muscle shirt beneath that clung to his slightly muscular body. Zorro Blanco, his zanpakuto, was currently held in his black sash on his left hip in it's flawless white saya sheath. The blade seldom moved from that position as Truco never really applied it's use in battle, rather restricting himself to hand-to-hand combat than swordplay. Some would assume he was not skilled in the art but that wasn't the case, the tercera espada was exceptionally proficient with his blade, as he should be. Placing his hands within his hakamas pockets, he kept his casual stride through the large hallway.

The reason for his coming here? Simple curiosity…and the fact that for the moment he had nothing better to do. For awhile now he had his pesquisa open and for awhile three of the espada were currently in the same room. It wasn't weird or anything, the situation just so happened to catch his interest. Hm…even though I don't care about whats going on…might as well go see. Now coming up to the doorway with a guard on each side of it, for some reason he glanced down at the floor noticing a scrape trail running all the way towards his destination. Which was odd but otherwise nothing needing his concern. Returning his gaze forward, he noticed the guards each bring their attention to focus on him as he made his way towards them, at his own pace I might add. Each of them in the usual arrancar apparel standing stiffly at attention. The doors were already opened so Truco continued to walk inside, which apparently was made of a completely different substance. His coattails coming to a rest with his halted movement, reaching down the back of his hakama stopping a few inches from the ground. So this is the queen's room…nice. He thought as he examined the limpid crystalline room around him; the elegant carvings, the insignias, the trickling streams. All of it stole his attention away from his reason for coming. Truco's icy eyes roamed about the room passing over the throne above the flight of steps, and towards another room where he could make out three figures due to the walls' transparency.

"Ah..." The word breezed from his lips as he began moving towards the room inhabited by the three. Not paying any attention to the other rooms as he passed them. His steps would easily be heard but even if they were not, he was sure they knew of his presence here by now. Stopping at the entrance to what seemed to be the cero espada's bedroom, Truco leaned himself on the crystal door frame to relax a bit. He did just do a lot of walking to get here. Something he rarely did, because this lazy fox would always be locked up in his part of Los Noches, in his room, napping comfortably on his rather large bed covered in satin black sheets and pillows. Looking at the other espada in the room, the cuatro, the segunda, and finally the cero espada or queen of Los Noches. The tercera's arrival seemed almost ironic as his number fell in between theirs, aside from the primera. An eyebrow would raise on Truco's visage, most likely due to the cero's lack of clothing. Hm, interesting way to converse. But either way. Should a queen show such vulnerability? He pondered, letting his eyes close as he just stayed at the back and listened to their discussion. Fang didn't plan on speaking, as said he didn't really care what was being voiced, he was just here to listen and act accordingly to what was ordered, if anything at all. He wasn't a silent and obedient soldier, no, he was just bored.

Truco had come in time to hear the segunda espada speak his opinion. The discussion, from what he could tell, based itself on a decision to whether first exterminate a foreign threat, the Quincy, or expand the rule of Los Noches throughout Hueco Mundo, unifying it. Unexpectedly, the subject had intrigued the tercera to the point of opening his eyes once again to pay closer attention to the other espada's words. Well, the segunda has a valid point. In war it is wise to establish stability in your territory before moving to destroy another's. Inability to do so results in a weak base that easily succumbs to infiltration followed by destruction. Though, how one would quell the chaos of Hueco Mundo, a land that has been bathed countless times in the blood of it's own inhabitants for as long as it existed, escapes me -- Stopping his train of thought there, the tercera brought his cyan orbs to rest upon the queen. No matter what points were made by them, it was all up to her to decide what plan of action would be taken.

Armonia moved her head forward, leaning slightly as her hair obscured her face from view with the black side only allowing a single eye to be seen by the others peeking out from the black side of her hair. On her lips crept amusement, not the sort one gained from simply hearing something they thought was hilarious, but only the sort of amusement one could derive when they truly felt everyone before them was nothing but trash, and only a single superior being was them themselves. So this is the goal I've decided to divert the savages with, they have questions of course, all that's left is to speak to them on the best way to go about it. She took a few steps now, and then entered into his showers at last, the transparent walls cracking as if they had been nothing more then glass and frosting the windows form the apparent damage they took in the next moment, obscuring Armonia from view now as she leaned back against the wall. She responded to both of the Espada now, her head tapping against the crystalline walls as she leaned back and let herself be immersed in the sounds of water slowly beginning to be run near her.

''For you, Cuatro, a utopia for all is one without this constant infighting and the like. No more fighting, no more despair that immerses us, perhaps you and the rest of the Espada will even learn to get rid of those vices and doubts that you still attempt to hold onto as if you were still human, and not some savage beast that simply got lucky and gained awareness again.'' The barest chuckle escaped from her lips, only able to be heard by those with the sharpest of ears and her own self. ''So maybe in the end, eating them would do you good. Do what you think suits us, Cuatro.'' Armonia said, grazing past his actual name as if it held little actual meaning to herself. ''As for you Segunda, oppression is something that leads to the greatest of strengths being found, the few that are weak in strength but strong in spirit come together instead of standing around like so many will that just accept their fate. Through means such as this can the truly strong be found, instead of those...'' Such as yourself, ''Who wield power without deserving it. I'll only ever accept people that show they deserve the power they wield, who use it instead of simply wielding it as a trophy that they're above others. Someone like that is nothing more than a second rate school-rate bully.''

Armonia tapped her fingers against the glass, noticing that her water was just about done soon. Of course, a perfect civilization was impossible. Armonia knew that well, a utopia no matter how grand needed someone to scrub the toilets, for someone to always be above the lower. Is was like a fruit, ripening and then without failing simply fall. A bureaucrat collective such as the espada, based purely on power would do nothing except make laws that served only to increase their power and make it a personal self empowerment tool. Vested interest turning the country into a cesspit...Armonia gave a genuine smile as she went over these thoughts inside of her head, stepping into the shower at least. Feeling the water run down against her body, it was a deeply refreshing experience. And so, the balance is forever causing despair...The queen thought, but if both sides of the balance are empty then there's nothing to influence the scales. Mindless beasts that pretend to have intellect will always be the best way to achieve goals such as mine.

''You're free to converse among yourselves for now.''

The old Segunda had taken notice of the other arrival on the scene. A presence that was not to be ignored by anyone's standards. But during all this, the so called Queen of Hueco Mundo had begun giving her speech. A thing which Wolfgang himself found most amusing. It was then that the Espada truly saw their so called leader for what she truly is. A user. The whole concept brought much joy to the Segunda, since now, three of her top four commanders were present. But how will they respond to whatever it was that Armonia had to say? Wolfgang was no longer interested in the woman and her ideals. For they were false and that was very much evident in her own words. Maybe now was the time to be brave and speak up about whatever it was that bothered the man so. Wolfgang waited a moment, now that the Tercera had joined in. His teal colored eyes glancing over at Armonia as they stood there. His lips soon parted, after realizing that the Cuatra was somewhat tongue tied. Which meant it was time for Wolfgang to voice his own opinion. The Jackal had begun to wonder if the Fox of a Tercera may be of the same opinion. After all, neither of them were pack animals. And neither of them were pretending to be King or Queen of the Pride of lions.

The Segunda's lips finally parted allowing his words to roll off his tongue. It was now a time to be heard. "Know what I find strange about us Hollows?". Did he just refer to them as mere Hollows? Why yes he did and with good reason too. "No matter how much we rise and regain ourselves, we will always be the race that is less than nothing. And that comes as a result of those whom proclaim themselves as leader, like Armonia here. Queen of a throne that she doesn't even deserve by the sounds of it. Just now you referred to us as savage beasts with a bit a self awareness. I wonder, doesn't that put you in the same category as everyone else? Besides, all ya did was remove your mask no?

In any event. I will say this now. Continue to treat or look down on us like we're nothing will get you nowhere fast. The throne in Hueco Mundo is currently empty as it stands. Because our Queen isn't worthy enough to sit on it. I in fact implore you to go out and conquer what remains of the savage beasts all on your own. I guarantee the savages out there would like to tear you from shred to shred. And consider this as an after thought, you may have power, but the likes of you don't deserve it. This is why our natural enemy the Shinigami will always be one step ahead. Because a mindless beast such as you thinking you're now above us all. If that isn't a savage way of thinking then I don't know what is. Your total lack of intellect is most astonishing, your grace". Throughout his whole speech, the Espada managed to remain calm. His words were born of spirit and valor, he was most transparent.

And who would have thought the Queen would reveal her main plan like that? Wolfgang was now into the woman, and one had to ask the queen. Just how much longer will she remain in control of it all? The Espada had somehow developed a certain dislike for the woman. The Segunda should have know something was afoot, when his attraction to the woman was none existent. Deep down she was one ugly beast. "I bid thee farewell for now people. I have business to attend to and a number of things to investigate". Wolfgang in that moment turned around and begun leaving the woman's quarters. Hopefully she would think about what was said. Then again, Wolfgang had predicted that Armonia would respond in one of two ways. Whichever one of these two responses she went for, Wolfgang would be amused all the same.

{Exit}

...interesting... The word echoed in his mind as he listened to the Cero speak. The Tercera was completely immersed within this meeting of high ranking espada, his level of clever insight giving him great penetration into his fellow espada's discourse. When she, basically, called them savage beasts, his eyes closed for a moment. Beasts? Of course we are beasts. We are all beasts. No arrancar has the right to label themselves as anything else, but a much stronger and intellectual beast. We have all done the same thing; killing that which we once were, human, then becoming cannibals, consuming our own kind in order to reach our current forms. You, Cero are no exception. The Cero perhaps let the current form she held go to her head. Maybe she forgot that this appearance was a mere farce and that an arrancar's true form is revealed upon resurrección.

It was made quite obvious, how she saw her associates, that they were nothing more than instruments to play out the melody of her planned design for complete rule of Hueco Mundo. The fox had to relate with wanting to achieve a goal, the difference being his goals had nothing to do with ruling anything. He actually resented those who believed in ruling others, they were fools for not seeing that authority and control were merely illusions of man. Insane even; to say that they are above others simply because of rank,blood, or power, to not pay heed to history telling of the countless kings and queens alike who have fallen due their mistake in believing they could control others. ...thats what she is looking for, the strength from those who refused to be ruled and fight. If so, then that strength will be directed at her in the end because of the oppression she'll exert. I wonder how she will handle that situation. The fox began to stir from his lax position against the crystal door frame, his shoulder becoming a bit cramp from staying that way for too long. He moved to stand up straight, his hands still in his pockets.Then opening his cyan eyes as the Segunda began to speak once more.

So far the Segunda espada had been more or less similar to Truco in thought. Now calling the group hollows , which was true so the fox didn't mind it much. The discussion begun to take a very intriguing turn as the Segunda spoke of the Cero's unmerited position as queen. The fox became glad that he decided to come and listen to the group's intentions, this cycle of speeches was continuing to surprise him. He had no idea that a little gathering of four espada, aside from their rank, would lead to this type of outcome. Their words had clashed. It seems a line will be drawn within the espada...such conflict...however, since arriving something didn't seem to add up. Why would she actually care for Hueco Mundo's state of rule. It should be incredibly obvious that no one could control all of the hollow masses, even through oppression. There are just too many... He thought, pondering the situations outcome as the Segunda had begun to take his leave. No matter, whatever is really going on will reveal itself in time. The fox would side step to the left to allow him his leave. Maybe he should also make his exit, a nap would be so nice after this. Yeah...a nice nap. The fox proceeded to leave the room at his own leisurely pace, yawning as he did so.

[Exito - huh? Thats not Spanish? Well exit]

As she arrived with her human companion in garganta travel, they entered just outside Armonia's chambers, and passed by the two exiting Espada as they entered. Maria's crimson eyes moved quick as she scanned the rooms as she entered the quarters of the Cero, within the Dome of The Conqueror. She didn't understand quite how Armonia could live in such clear crystalline conditions. She noted the diamond structure of the bed with only the sheets for other warmth. For the briefest of moments, the crimson haired fraccion let her mind drift; imagining sharing that bed with the Cero. A quick shake of her head to right her mind, she looked to the cracked and fogged walls of the restroom.. and the remaining of the three Espada that had been in the room previously. Clearly Armonia was in the shower; another moment of her mind drifting before righting her thoughts. Now is not the time to be thinking such things.. "Cuatra." she said simply acknowledging the presence of the other Espada, in a moment of potential boldness. before her eyes drifted to the baths. The sound of the running water was a giveaway to that being Armonia's location at the current time. "Mistress."

The Fraccion approached the bedroom and bath chambers where the previous discusssions had been going on, prepared to give her own little 'speech' of her actions and thoughts. "I apologize for taking some action on my own, however, I have developed a little bit of plans on my own regarding a.. 'captive'.." the word rolled off her tongue in an odd fashion, as if hesitant to use that phrase. Perhaps acting, to give more of a calm to the human girl, Kimiko. "..That I have just brought in. A human, with incredibly vast potential.. left unchecked, she could in the future become a threat to us; but if brought to light on some of our intentions, and convinced to side with us, a potentially great ally once more of her potential strength is reached. I say this because of having witnessed her strike down a Hollow, in a single blow back in the human world when I payed a brief trip for surveillance." the bag on the girl's arm full of various snacks from the Material World indicated her other purpose for the visit. "However if you do not agree with me now, at least allow me a chance to prove her potential worth, keeping her around as a personal 'captive'." once again an odd manner for the word captive rolling from the Fraccion's tongue.

Rosserio had been deep in thought, thinking about the conversation they had just had. What to do with the human threat, as well as the quincies. The two would continue hindering their agenda until someone did something, right now his emotion would be thoughtful, and he would likely remain so, it was one of the calmer emotions, and such it was harder to exit out of. He felt the reiatsu of the stranger, along with a familiar reiatsu coming in. He usually forgot to remember fraccion names, however Maria was one who recognized as Cero’s fraccion, and being an arrancar hand chosen by her, meant that unlike most other fraccion, she wouldn’t be treated as harshly, the same way a king’s favorite servant, is treated better than even some knights. He leaned across the wall, as he heard her walk in.

Rosserio opened his eyes, the two rolling upwards in order to look straight into Maria’s eyes as she walked past. His eyes looked downward to the person she had ‘captive’, a girl. That would add a bit more flavor to the ranks, although...another red head. He felt his own sense of uniqueness was going to start fading if this fad kept up. Hmm, we were just discussing what we would do with humans, wonder if she has a bit information she could tell us. However instead of remaining there while the two spoke, he decided he needed more time to think about what was just discussed. ”Hello, and goodbye to both you and Cero, unless the Cero needs me I will be out on my own.” with that said he got off of the wall before walking away from the room, he opened the door wide open on the way out, he took one quick glance backward before walking straight to the outer and heading out to the deserts of Las Noches, he wanted to scout exactly how the sandy desert was before he made his decision.

The red-haired human knew that struggling was useless at this point. Trying to break free would probably only get her killed, or worse. As she exited the Garganta with Maria, she looked around, barely able to keep a decent composure at the sudden change of scenery. All of this seemed to be happening so quickly, she just didn't have any feasible way of grasping what was going on.

"We're here,"

Those were the words that rang through her ears, as Maria announced their arrival. She still had no words to explain what was going on, of course, but at least there didn't seem to be any immediate hostility. She kept quiet as Rosserio excused himself, though she had trouble figuring out if she was looking at a boy, or a girl...

That said, her attention was drawn back to Maria, when she began talking about 'plans' for her 'captive'. They were planning on using her, it seems; forced against her will to do the bidding of what were essentially intelligent monsters in human forms. She still didn't understand why Maria was paying so much attention to her, or wanting to take advantage of her, like this. "W-What... do you people -want- with me...? Why!?" She struggled not to scream the words out, almost choking on them as they left her throat. Tears threatened to spring from her eyes.

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#Jushiro Out

(My apologies, I was to a degree confused about those rules at the time, and was sort of attempting to make up for the mistake if made with the added paragraph of the travel at the beginning of that post. As requested I will do a post for travel in the dark void; though I'll likely simply take the paragraph in my previous post and modify it slightly. This mistake wont be repeated.)

The Primera was rather slow today, having just arrived from the desert outside of the dome. Her reasons for being out there would be only known to herself, but she had a feeling that the Cero wouldn't ask any questions. Jū Hime didn't believe the Cero to be fitting of the position she was currently in, yet she wasn't one to complain. She merely thought the Cero should tread lightly since if she was to anger the other Espada, and the other Espada were to work together, the Cero would be overthrown.

Jū Hime wasn't thinking about overthrowing the Cero Espada, not at all what she was thinking. Simply that the Cero needed to fully think before speaking and remember that there was always a consequence to her actions. Her eyes wandered around the place briefly, but they didn't wander for long. She had been in this place so many times that she knew it from the back of her hand. And she knew exactly where to fin-

Jū Hime stopped, her head tilting to the side for a moment. She had been to busy trying to find the Cero that she hadn't realized that there was an unfamiliar aura within the place. It didn't feel like any of the other Espada, nor any hollow in general. It was something that intrigued her, so discarding her current mission she set out to find the strange newcomer. Upon entering a room she saw the cause of the new aura.

"What is that?" inquired Jū Hime. Her eyes on the human.

Kimiko was struggling to come to terms with her capture, but she was quickly beginning to realise that most of these 'arrancar' seemed to harbor ulterior motives. This worried her, since it would be harder to figure out what everyone wanted, and that would make it harder for her to find ways of justifying her continued existence, to put it lightly. She got the feeling that if she couldn't prove herself to be useful, she could easily become nothing but bones, in this place.

When Jū Hime entered the room, she instinctively turned her head to the girl.

"What is that?", the girl demanded.

Kimiko almost felt insulted, being refereed to as 'that'. Perhaps Jū didn't mean for it to appear as such, but it felt as if she was insinuating she was somehow not worth being 'someone'; an 'it', not a 'she'. The whole situation was definitely making her a bit paranoid, and she reminded herself that it was important to make herself be seen with some level of dignity and intelligence.

"You mean 'who is she', right? I do have a name..." She replied, rather defensively.