War [Activity check]

Within an hour, faint foot steps could be heard. It was an incessant tapping noise, beating away like hammering heart of some fearful beast: dull, loud, and resounding in the main hall. Thunk, thunk, thunk, the sound went, always present. Sometimes a crash could be heard, some sounds of what would be surprise, pain, or just aggravation sounded away, but still the constant beat of the 'steps,' which were the sound of someone running given the number of them in a period of time, kept on going, growing louder and louder. The sound of a maddening dash of mayhem drew near, as the once indistinct cries became voices of fury and disapproval as the sounds echoed about. And then what would sound like a screech. And the sound of something being slammed into a wall ... a few clacking noises. And ...

The door bursted open with a crash. An arrancar, an unlucky numero, happened to be passing by and just so unluckily happened to stand directly in front of the door when the little bundle of fury and joy launched itself as a projectile more deadly than a Bala towards the door. Fortunately, the door was not broken of its hinges, unfortunately, the arrancar who cushoined the young one's aerial manuevers had struck against the door headfirst. Or perhaps he was fortunate to hit against the white doors headfirst, as his mind was sent far off into the clouds so that the pain would not bother him the slightest.

The white ball of all things magnificently paradoxical then bounded off from the impact of the poor Numero crashing on the floor, happening to fly in an arc-like trajectory, and landing, barely, on his feet facing forward.

"OH HIIIII YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!" he promptly bursted out with a wide silly grin and eyes shut in the bright smile of his that seemed to illuminate the usually somber meeting hall. His eyes snapped open from the lack of a snappy remark, a sarcastic reply to his chirping voice, an overdone sigh of exasperation, or a cluck of the tongue in disapproval of his antics. The mistmatched eyes themselves seemed to match the bleak atmosphere of the room, given that they were of a darker family of color, and their gaze fell upon the man who sat at the head of the table, the Cero Espada: Marcus Beliani.

When he looked about the room for the other Espada, his gaze had fallen as his hopes were dashed of NOT being an early one, so as to see all his 'siblings' gathered together, but soon his eyes shone with another form of brilliance, totally and utter respect, but undying compassion towards the man seated over there. The faint smile that was on the verge of disappearing, reemerged as a wild and happy grin.

"Beliani-sama! Merrow's here and good to go!" he called out in the same melodic voice that, as usual, which coupled with his dimunitive body and still a little too large clothing, rose so many questions on so many levels as to HOW a childish being like himself, in body and mind, could have made the ranks of Espada? Well, it mattered not, but if one must know, it was shown that he, the small one, was not as weak as many would assume ... at least not noted when he toted the arrancar he had tackled, a being taller than he was by three or four heads(his own) and considerably bulkier, and carried him out to the other Numerous who were watching awe-struck at the sight of their comrade being slammed by the raven-haired boy. Many more eyes bulged from the Numeros out there who were unaccustomed to seeing Merrow under any given condition, much less seing him effortlessly lift up this fellow here and drop him into the unprepared arms of his 'friends'

"Sorry 'bout all that! Get some ice on his head before he wakes up, or else the pain'll really get to him," he apologized with the most sincerest and serious of tone as a child apologizing for being naughty, and offering the helpful piece of advice that was common sense. Still, this errand done, he dashed back into the meeting hall and assumed his assigned seat with a cheery grin. So now the mad cherub had come, usually the one who was late to any gathering of any kind, and the others had no excuse not to arrive, or else he would find them, tackle them into walls, bawling as to why they failed to show up.

With a sonic like sound, a new person appeared into the room. Even with her speed, it had took a while to get into that place. Aeris knew her own limits and she had been using sonido in long travels lately. And her stamina wasn't one of the best. However, she seemed to be second to arrive. If you don't count Marcus, of course. The first one seemed to be a child. Aeris hadn't seen her before. But he seemed very powerful. She turned her gaze at their leader, who was already sitting at his seat. ''Good day Marcus-dono''. She took few steps forward towards her seat and sat on it. Aeris turned her attention back to the small child. ''And you must be a new Tercera. Nice to meet you''. It would have been a warm greeting, if her voice wouldn't have been serious and monotone. She hoped that others would arrive. The child looked social person and Aeris has had enough social situations during these days.

[OOC: Me and Niiro were supposed to be going through the void, but he never made the topic there so I guess this works.]

Drake appeared among the others with a loud booming sound. He had hurried here before leaving off with the Novena Espada, Niiro. The two were on their way to the human world, but before Drake walked though the gargantua he had received the notice of the meeting. So he made it his duty to come to the meeting so that at least 1 of the pair new what was going on. He might be able to relay the message to the espada later.

As he walked into the area, he gave his usual smile to everyone. There was a feeling of being out of place as he seemed to be the only fraccion at this meeting. He decided to sit in the chair of the Novena in his absence. He looked at the other faces and rested his eyes on the girl. "Hello..." the greeting directed only to her in a low smooth voice. He gazed at her for a moment before redirecting his attention to the head espada himself. "Hello sir, the novena is supposed to be on his way to the human world. Im not sure how long it will take for him to be here, so Im willing to represent him....if that's allowed" After saying this bit he crossed his arms over his bare chest and waited to see the outcome of this meeting.

After a while another footsteps could be heard. They echoed in the lonely and dark halls that spread throughout the whole building. The one walking there was the perhaps weakest of them all - the Octava Espada. The noise continued to go on for a while until they stopped. Echoing a few more times the sound of the steps where engulfed by the soundless darkness. "Sure is quiet here." Then could be heard after Jan had thrown a couple of bored and interest less frowns to both ends of the hallway. The sentence sounded more like a sigh than something like an communication attempt. Lighted by the few windows in the upper side of the walls that seemed to stretch up more than enough to be used for at least three or four stories. The only sound that could be hear, after the words spoken echoed and yet again disappeared, was the sole sound of a few sand corns that were flowing down in the wind gust. Coming from an dune outside of the fortress it didn't really gain Jan's interest.

After the short pause the steps sounded throughout the fortress again. Coming closer to the place where the meeting was to be held the echoes got louder and louder until again disappeared like an assassin in the the darkness of night or the mist of the early dawn. The silence was again interrupted by a yell of excitement. That there was something that really got Jan's attention. "That's what the something is!" He yelled. That was the reaction to the sight of in what condition the door was. Blown right open AND with arrancar remains on them. Jan then coughed and calmed his voice before he entered the room. Bowing to all of the present arrancars he stepped inside and made his way to his seat. He did not ask any unnecessary question and waited for the others to arrive and the party to start.

The Novena Espada walked through the Garganta and thought to himself, What am I doing here again? Before he could actually shape the words to come out of his mouth he had was handed some kind of invitation. Apparently there was something going on that he knew not about. He shrugged his shoulders and read the invitation. He looked up from the note after reading it completely and let out a small sigh. He didn't really want to be involved in something like this, but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. He made his way to the hall where the Espada were to meet.

He came to the meeting hall to see there were three here before him, and one of them just so happened to be his Fraccion. He walked up to see that the Arrancar was sitting in his seat. Niiro turned his head to the Fraccion and said to him, "Move boy, you're in my seat." After saying that he sled the scythe on shoulder down to the ground letting the bottom of the staff hit the ground. He wondered what exactly possessed the boy to sit in his seat. He looked to the Fraccion with a certain look of death in his eyes, he was just about ready to kill the Arrancar, but he decided now would be a good time to keep his cool. He awaited for the Fraccion to move, for he didn't want things to get messy here.

A light slap of bare feet hitting the ground might of been heard to the Espada in the room, not much would escape the ones in the main hall. Most would not turn to look at the mammoth doorway to see who entered, most would not even care. Something Romulus would not mind at all, he preferred it this way. But he didnt know what he had entered into and for a few seconds stood still his eyes filled not with terror but hysteria. His mind was gone for a second but his body reacted as it always would when he met an Espada before which was very rare. He would at once kneel at the door way but so not to block it if anyone entered behind him. His body aimed at Marcus. Romulus spoke in a tone as if not to be heard by those who dont want to hear him. "Romulus, My Lord." When he was done speaking those three words, he did nothing. He didnt move, twich, or show signs of discomfort.

If one even glanced over Romulus they would see he wore nothing but white at the moment. His face was void of any mask fragment and his hair was brown. He wore a pair of gauntlets any soul could tell they were his sealed Resurrección. From forarm and shoulders jutted some razor sharp blades. He in all was rather normal compaired to the others, if he had a way to change his reishi to that of a soul reapers no one could tell him from the others, that is till his shirt came off....

Useless. He walked all the way ou- Well, walked is a bad word, more like flew while blowing shit up, but still, he traveled all the way out to the desert, and then the meeting gets moved somewhere else. Lucy, erm, Marcus got som' 'splainin todo.

Footsteps would echo through the halls as he'd yawn, the halls deserted. There were practically no arrancar left now-a-days, he should maybe go make some more after this meeting. Some of the other espada seemed to think there were hundreds, but nay, there were tens. They were an army defined by their strength, not by their numbers, like the shinigami. They may have thousands, but the only ones worth a fuck are those thirteen captains.

His mind would drift lightly back to the fight he'd witnessed, at least witnessed with pesquisa. Certainly one of them was a captain strength...but the other one, the one who's power blared up at the end..That was a hollow, or something like it. And they definitely left at the same time. Now, since when do shinigami and hollow fight alongisde eachother? Meh, a question to be answer later.

He'd enter the room, seeing the others there. Marcus, the leader. And Merrow, tyke sized wunderkind of destruction, and personally one of Souta's favorite people to hang out with. Aeris had gotten there before him, but then again he'd taken his time. Jan Titty, arrancar of a rank of whatever, was there too. Niiro and his fraccion were squabling, and some boy was bothering the Cero. But indeed, one thing bothered him most about this picture, and it wasn't the arrancar being dragged out unconscious.

It was the cocky fuck who definitely wasn't an espada sitting in the chair of an espada, propping his feet up and beginning to speak. Souta's hand would reach out, doing something that was completely unexpected, and thus just about completely impossible to dodge. Grabbing at the mans ankles, his hands would attempt to wrap around, and so doing they'd jerk, flinging the man into the wall with enough force to leave a good impression of him in it, but not enough to do any real harm. The entire movement being done in less than a second.

Get the fuck out of an Espadas chair. Would be the accompanying speech, and afterward he would yawn softly, a matching action to the tired look that was upon his face since walking in, stepping towards his own chair, flexing the hand which had just exerted itself.

A howl suppressed nearly sounded as Souta Suzuki entered the room, coming from Merrow Miuzerra ... actually, it was some sort of guttural noise, and unless one choose to look at the strange child at that moment, they wouldn't have realized it was more of a twisted laughter than a fit of coughs.

In fact the suppressed laughter increased in volume and quantity as the Segunda Espada proceeded with his antics of flipping the cocky 'Exequias Leader' out of the Decima's chair. Though, Merrow wondered why that would even be necessary in the first place, let that individual believe himself to be a destined killer, and then be butchered on the field of battle when time asked for him to prove himself. Ah well, not any of his business, it was his duty to burst out laughing like a mad child, serrated teeth glistening as his mouth opened up instead of the prior clamped state.

Then the Segunda sat ... and the Tercera with all his loving joy and burning hatred slammed his small fist into his friend's face with all jest and little force to actually leave any damage.

Soutaaaaaa! WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEEEEEEEN?" he let out in his sweet little voice, smiling brightly that the person who he had had a giant-ass brawl and later became friends with showed up for this meeting. But, with all haste, he regained composure as Marcus began to speak ... for even his childish behavior and quirks could be put on hold for the sake of important matters. Important to the Cero, boring to the child.

Aeris sat on her seat quietly. She didn't react on the greeting made by Niiro's fraccion. Only way to tell that she even noticed it was her eyes. She stared him for a moment and then looked towards Cero. She wasn't exactly there to make friends with other Espada's. Aeris considered that her greeting towards Marcus and new Tercera was enough. She somehow was able to ignore events around herself until their leader spoke. He wasn't able to get into the point of this meeting. Instead, he gave an order for one of the lover arrancars among that room. Quinta Espada didn't want to lengthen that meeting. People would might talk to her. ''Why have we gathered here?'' Aeris asked calmly from her leader. Only her unmoved eyes were turned towards him.

//Yeah, I'm not very motivated at the moment//

Once again Esse was at the desert of hueco Mundo. Esse again took a rest from all jobs and responsible things. he wanted to rest and take a nap outside of the caslte. He went as far as he could at that moment. Well he walked about two hours and than he decided to stop right there where he was and take a nap. There asn't even a wind breeze. Sands were still and cold. Just the way Esse loved. Cold and without any meaning in this world. Sometimes Esse think that there's no reason to live and somewhere in his mind he thinks about killing himself and fall into darkness forever where he belongs, but that won't be nice, because he sacrificed a lot to get this far. his seat, his level. That's nothing if we take his high levels and compare with his flame to die. That would be great. He finally would feel free.

He spent a lot of hours just sitting there and thinking about this thought. However he could suppress these feeling. Today he wanted to spent at least few hours here and only after he will be ready to go and do something Esse will leave this place.
Suddently Esse was interrupted by someone. He recieved a message. It was an invitation to him. He had to leave and head to the Las Noches. Esse had to join the meating. He was pissed. Esse wanted to take a rest for few hours, but no, no one cares what Esse want. he just need to go and do. Anyway, he had to hurry. He didn't had time to take a long walk back so Esse needed to use sonido once a while so he could be there right in time. Even if he didn't wanted to go he had to. This was a really bad joke.

Once he got in the Las Noches he head to the main Hall. It seemed that Esse were late, but that didn't bother him. Once he got in the Las Noches Esse slowed down and kept moving by walking. He was pissed from running. Anyway Esse were at the main hall. It seemed that everyone were here and he was the only one who was missing. without any feeling he stepped inside and took his seat. He took a look all around and asked Marcus.-why the hell did you call me to this meating. Is somethin g important happening? He asked in very grimmy and drum voice. He didn't wanted to raise is voice so he said it in quite calm tone. No he was waitng for some answers.

OOC:Sorry for the shorty one. This isn't my day.

"With all due haste my lord." With that Romulus stood and turned around away from a something that might turn into a fight soon. Someone should not be so rude as to speak out of term in front of the espada. More so to call yourself one right off the bat with out even going through the test. One had to fight an espada and win to gain the rank. If the espada spot was open due to the death like it is now, one would still fight or if the leader of the espada deemed the person fit for the spot they would be placed there. But that was in the past what is done is done and can not be undone.

With a shift in thoughts Romulus clenched his fist, his res was sealed at the moment and he didn't know if he could use it if need be, and it might be needed. After all he is going to find a dead espada's body, and unless the leader killed him off something or someone might be lurking out there, who knows. With a slight smile on his face Romulus marched away from the castle or sand and away from these thoughts. His mind on how to find the body...He knew there would be reishi left over from a fight, its not like the espada would die with out a fight. Also there would be low level hollows trying to get a large boost from the body, so one would have to hurry so not to have nibble on the bones.

Once out of the castle Romulus would simply turn to the left and the sound of glass being scratched would be heard by the near by low level hollows. He had Sonído to a small bunker not to far away from here which gone down deep into the ground into a crystallized forest. The smell of stale air rushed into Romulus's lungs as he took in the scent of his old hunting grounds, nothing seems to have changed. With that he stomped his foot and bleep echoed through the empty grounds. "Pesquisa is always a lovely skill..."

Exit<<

Drake rose from the Novena's seat, matched his stare, and chuckled a bit as the man called him a boy. Drake found Niiro's choice of words ironic for he was almost twice the espada's age. Yet for some odd reason he respected Niiro's position and complied with his orders, but this didn't mean he feared the man. Drake folded his arms and then stood behind and slightly to the right of the man. He was curious as well, like the others, as to why a meeting was called for all of them. It must have been something very important. Drake had to raise his spiritual pressure just a little so that all of the others didn't affect him as they arrived. He wasn't so weak that he would be crushed by their power for he was 1 number behind the 10th. He somewhat fit in with the group but didn't dwell on the idea of him being an Espada for he didn't like such high ranking positions that much.

Drake then watched as the Segunda threw the arrancar who sat in the seat of the Decima. A nice grin grew upon Drake's face, this meeting just got even more interesting. It had to be expected however, a meeting of the baddest of the bad, there were bound to be some kind of conflicting attitudes and personalities. Drake almost wanted to join in on the fun but that wouldn't be a very good thing to do in this current place. So he decided to play it cool and watch the turn of events like the others. He noticed that the Cero Espada himself seemed to want to watch, Drake smiled at this as well. That meant the leader wasn't some uptight guy who didn't know how to have fun and Drake liked that.

He then allowed his eyes to glance away from the Segunda and his rampage to the girl he greeted before. He had realized that she didn't greet him in return. Something about a girl with strength warmed Drake over. His eyes filled with excitement as a game had been started and she unknowingly made the first move. He then returned his eyes back to the Segunda and awaited the actions of the arrancar that suffered the unfortunate event of being thrown into a wall.

Though, rather loud and obnoxious, the meeting didn't seem to bother Jan as he had already wandered off with his thoughts to somewhere else. Only getting back on earth once in a little while. As more and more people started to appear walking in through the damaged door into the meeting hall filled with huge spiritual pressure and a lot of emotions. The next time he was brought back was when a man was standing next to the person sitting in the Novenas chair. "Move, boy." Could be hear followed by the sound of skin gliding across metal, which was accompanied by the sight of the mans scythe sliding down his wrist and palm so low that it could almost touch the ground.

Given a little time before the next appearance, Jan looked around to see the others emotions to the little show that could very well entertain them for the next few minutes. Though, no great excitement could be seen from the others, and Jan, himself, didn't seem overly pumped. Only a yawn escaped Jan's sealed lips together with a stretching motion. Jan stretched his arms upwards and after he placed them behind his head - between the chair and him. He then rose his left leg upwards and placed it on the other legs knee with his the left legs ankle. His eyes rolled again overlooking all of the present Espadas.

Starting to think about what the Cero wanted to talk about he was starting to drift away again. Just before he left them again another ma appeared and wanted as well his seat. Jan rose one eyebrow as the man gripped the others legs and attempted to flip him into the wall. Though, who knows why his look wandered at Marcus and the following events had gone past Jan. He focused all attention on the Cero and waited for him to continue the meeting.

With the rise of his Fraccion, Niiro took his seat upon the other Espada. A smile would have appeared upon his face, but he wasn't one to show emotion like that; one might even call the Espada emotionless, or faceless. Not a single expression came upon his face as he placed his scythe up against the table; it sat there perfectly, not a single movement. He placed his elbows upon the table, interlocking his fingers listening and watching the events take place.

As he watched the Arrancars bicker, converse, and be thrown recklessly from one area to another, he began to wonder was it really necessary for his being there. So what if he was an Espada, was he actually needed here? To talk about what? War? Violence was such an ugly thing, yet the arrancar loved it so much. The blood, screaming, and pain all intrigued him to the point of deranged, mentleness; but right now, he was an emotionless muck. He could only imagine doing something other than just sitting here right now.

He sat so quietly, he said a few words as he arrived, but that was it. He wasn't a man of many words, more like a monster of action. He could get the lust to kill someone in an instant without thinking twice about it. Now was the only exception; all of the clashing reiatsu were interesting to him. There were people, well Arrancars, here that were so much stronger, or so to them they were. He didn't think of acting out at this moment, only bloodshed could follow these thoughts if he had them in his mind; but as he thought of the blood of others falling it began to excite him. He quickly got over that, and not a singe sign of emotion on his face was shown. He decided now that he would patiently wait to see if there was anything in particular that the Cero Espada wanted him to do.

As the Exequias leader began to make a large commotion he was stopped by a strong spiritual force. This must of been a vasto lorde and a very strong one at that. As Drazon was thrown to the wall he made sure to take as little damage as possible. He would hit the wall leaving a dent. As he fell he coughed up blood and looked at the espada. He knew his result of attack would lead to his death so he just quietly got up and stood in the spot where he was thrown in awaiting his orders.

OOC: NO inspiration....

The actions of the blue fireball haired man would succeed, tossing another across the room. Cockiness had it's place, sure, but that place wasn't in the seat of an espada. His bum would be seated, and he'd lean back, not even turning his head when he heard a sound he knew well by now, the laugh of a maniacal teen. The punch that soon followed was expected, and he responded by whipping the arm near Merrow up, slamming the fist into the small boys gut. I was in the desert.

His response would be curt. He was rather bored, and somewhat tired. Usually him and Merrow would have gotten into a fight at this point, a big ole' comical fight with much insults being thrown around, but he simply wasn't in the mood. Memories were haunting him, the kind he can't escape from. Honestly, he just wanted to get the hell out of this meeting, and his voice would rise above the background noise with ease

Marcus, Can we get this meeting over with? This was apparently important enough to drag me out not only to the white sand desert, but then all the way back to Las Noches, so you've gotten me rather curious.

The child, angered by Souta's response, or lack thereof, pouted and flailed in the most comical fashion while throwing out all sorts of expletives and insults at the older arrancar out of pure annoyance and displeasure that he wouldn't be fighting with the azure-haired friend of his. The bemoaning carried on for quite awhile, until the blast of Marcus's reiatsu snapped him out of his tantrum.

While not significantly powerful, since the Cero probably didn't want to liquefy anyone at the table with his power, the sudden flare sent a clear message to the stubborn and aggravating, yet sweet and loving child ... shut the hell up or die.

He was genuinely interested by Marcus's orders for him and for the other Espada, Aeris: Did the Cero not know how he tended to ... have a lack of control when fighting, even if merely sparring or training with someone? And he was the individual who believed experience was key, so that would mean pummeling the Fracciones and the cocky Exequias Leader until they learnt how to NOT get wailed upon. Exaggeration, much, but his sweet cherubic smile was already replaced by his true trademark toothy evil grin. And soon the Cero was departing ...

His final choice of words for this meeting was beyond fascinating: He was wary about his own future? Was he going to leave them? Be killed? Or did he have an ulterior motive to weed out the cocky ones so as to have more level-headed Espadas? Who knows, but the first thought running through the child's mind was a want to fight Marcus, even though he revered him, to the death ... a terrible desire he held for all his arrancar-brethren, born from his natural instinct to devastate, but coupled with his more compassionate self that he frequently displayed(and mocked for).

'If I do not return, the person who will take my place will be Merrow.'

Was the Cero not in clear mind? Did he actually fear for his own life that he named a successor? And why, for gods sake, did he choose him ... the most paradoxical of the Espadas and only third strongest of those with ranks below(or above, depending on how you're counting) the Cero? Wouldn't the line of succession proceed straight to this peculiar Primera who had just entered the room?

So many question, so much confusion, and yet ... so little time, as is always the case. Marcus was gone, and Merrow was left with all the others and his parting words before departing for the human world it seems.

Regardless of the conflicting emotions of glee, from apparent trust and sadness of the loss of a 'family member' in his mind, he just stood up calmly and then bellowed out in his cheery youthful manner and constantly uplifting melodic voice.

"Let's a-go and wrought some mayhem!!! he burst out with joy, followed by a bout of mad cackling as his eyes fell upon Drazon, the Exequias Leader now bleeding. Oh this was going to fun! So much fun, that he dashed away from the table and was already at the doors, while calling out to Aeris.

"Aeeeeris! Take them to the Forest first! I'll catch up with whoever else I can find soon!" he proceeded out the door, hoping that the Quinta Espada would take Drazon and hopefully any other Fraccion she encountered to the Forest of Menos, while he wreck chaos around the White Castle looking for others to drag there.

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