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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:26 pm
Located between the Living World and Soul Society. This is the first place within Hueco Mundo that Hollows would arrive in. The sky is always like night with a constant opposite lunar-phased moon. A white desert which seems never ending stretches out in a vast amount, though it's 'grains' are infact made out of quartz. A concentrated reiatsu blankets and the air and provides a source of nourishment for inhabiting Hollows.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:59 pm
The shark espada Luther Shou stood in a dry sea. He scanned the area "This is dreadfully boring..." He stated with no sign of life in the part of the vast area he was to call home. Luther began to Sonido all around the sands kicking up very large amount as he did so his face was blank of any emotion as he was looking for something to do to kill time.
(Sorry for the wimp post not much creativity right now)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 2:43 pm
Diego ran through the white desert like he always did following his usual schedule as he like to refer to it but it was just him making laps around the desert all day. And even for an Arrancar that wasn't using Sonido, he was moving faster than normal compared to others. His feet dug into the shifting sandy ground with each step knocking up more and more sand in his wake as he continued to run around like he was late for something. And day after day, this was what he spent most of his time doing unless he was summoned by the higher up's or something more important than running around came up, god forbid.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 1:20 pm
LucasLegatoLos Cincos Dios
Dios Quinta"I have chosen my path, I shall walk down the road of darkness,As an garganta opens up in the white desert, Lucas steps out and looks around. "It seems like I have over shot my intended destination, a little" Lucas stated as he sighed, "I must not have been focused" Lucas said as he then began to think about the little girl he had met, "She must be the reason why I can't focus as much as I use to." Lucas then began to think about his time around the girl, "I've gotten weaker since I befriended her. I am nothing but a tool, meant to be used by my lord and disposed of when I am of no further use. I can not have any type of bonds, nor am I suppose associate myself with those lesser beings" Lucas thought as he made up his mind, "Therefore, I will never again, think or speak about her" Lucas said as he opened up another garganta and left.
[OOC: ] and so my heart will be forever encased in the dark as well" ____________________________Zanpakuto:
Halcón
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:45 am
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Former Sixth DIvision Captain
╚══════════════╝●●○ Ｋ Ａ Z Ｅ Ｉ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  The Caja Negacion the arrancar had missed it's target to the fact that her earlier endeavor with the throne. In the midst of her business attacking the throne, she had bought him more than enough time he needed to leave the room without further interruption. He strolled across the White Desert with his hands pocketed casually as if strolling for an early morning walk. It had been passed due time for him to make his leave. The Eximo and Dios were far from what he had expected. The new generation of shinigami whom he had visited in Soul Society had much more heart. More than ever, he had business to tend to. His business here was complete. Retrieving the Hogyoku was had proved to be easier than he had predicted. The sphere had been embedded in the same area as it had been two hundred years ago since he had given it to the Hollow King the first time. The only beings with knowledge of it's presence was Ganga, himself, and the previous generation of Espada before the Eximo. Therefore, it had been no surprise that it's location had remained the same after the last two passing centuries. Lifting his head, he glanced out into the far distance of the white desert. Judging by the rising and changing pace of spiritual pressures behind him, it was no doubt that the Dios arrancar would follow him here. He welcomed it. He was well aware she would not allow the man to depart without a battle. And so he took his time as he strolled the white sands. The only real reason he had left from the beginning was because of the cramped closed in space they were in. If there was to be a battle that ensued, it was better fit upon these white sands. As he traveled he could sense that the leader of the Rebeldes was nearby, but instead he continued at a slow pace, giving the Dios time to reach him. There was no greater scheme in this nor trap involved. Although his methods were questionable by most, always kept his word, and he did state to the woman that he would allow her to redeem herself from her earlier impression.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 2:56 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:12 am
It was a place that is
trying to destroy the individual by every means
possible; trying to break his spirit, so that
he accepts that he is No. 6 and
will live there happily as No. 6
for ever after. And this is the one rebel that they can't break.
Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed,
chastise the rebel spirit surging
in my veins, let the Law deal me
penalties and pains And make me hideous
in my neighbours' eyes.
This is a ruthless world and one
must be ruthless to cope with it.
.::Zante Arturos Delacrova::.
Leader of the Rebeldes  In a buzz of sonido he had appeared in front of Kazei and Minerva. His expression said many things. One of them was that he had already met once with Kazei before and that his arrival was to be expected. The arrancar wore robes that were unlike any of the Eximo or Dios arrancar in the Hollow King's army, clearly signifying that he was of no allegiance to them. Instead, he wore robes that were colored as pitch as Hueco Mundo's skies. Everything about his garments were opposite and inverted in comparison to the arrancar of the Hollow King's army. His hair was held a gray tint to it, and his facial tone gave him the appearance of a middle aged man. Nodding politely, he smiled pleasantly as noticed the purple glow that pulsated from the vizard's pockets. "You kept your end of the deal. Good." And with that very line he had revealed whom he was. Zante Arturos Delacrova, also known as El Caballero Negro. Dark Knight of the White Sands and Leader of the Rebeldes. His posture remained the same when the female Las Cincos Dios appeared in the area. He had heard many rumors about them. There were the Hollow King's elite guards, or more so known as the five gods of Hueco Mundo. Judging from her small display of spiritual pressure, he caught a small peak at the well of reiatsu the woman possessed. It was obvious that she had been the Las Cincos Dios. Finally he brought his attention on Kazei, who seemed to not have displayed any hint of reiatsu at all since he had entered their realm. "Very well now." He glided backwards into the air, allowing room for what was about to take place between the Vizard and the Dios.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:54 am
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Former Sixth DIvision Captain
╚══════════════╝●●○ Ｋ Ａ Z Ｅ Ｉ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ As the woman approached from behind, his night stroll would come to a gentle stop. His hands were still pocketed, showing clear signification that he had not possessed any concern. Not to underestimate the woman, but only because she had shown no real reason to dishonor herself. "You made it." He unclasped his hands from his pockets before letting them fall at his sides. There was a small breeze of wind that picked up between the two the two of them. There was no reiatsu that emanated from his body. Not even signs that his spiritual pressure had been as enormous as the Las Cincos Dios, nor any signs that his spiritual pressure had been underneath the the level of the Eximos. Instead, he turned in the direction of the woman his crimson locking with her own. "Hmph. Far from the contrary." He responded to the woman's statement. Although she may have interpreted it as such, his gesture was far from condescending. In all truth, he had purposely taken his time because he was in no rush to arrive at his destination. The Eximo and Dios were indeed powerful creatures, however they were far from capable of forcing him to run from Hueco Mundo. It was simple. He had taken what his equal compensation from the throne and his business was done. There had been no reason for him to linger in Las Noches any longer. Allowing the woman time to catch up to him in the desert was nothing more than a choice made on a whim. The woman could take the gesture any way she pleased. His hands were still at their sides as the woman drew her zanpakuto. Still there was no signs of reishi that leaked from his body, nor was their any signs of true emotion that emanated from him. Only a dry glance. Not so much as underestimating the woman's ability, but only waiting for things to begin. For a split second his body seemed to blink repeatedly much like a malfunctioning screen of a television. The bala that the woman had fired seemed to phase straight through the man's chest, as if his entire body had been rendered permeable.
When the woman would look closely around her, she would notice approximately a mass of footprints that overlapped each other surrounding Kazei's feet. Each of these footprints had represented a single area in which his feet had touched. The technique was simple. It involved him relocating from one area to the next before returning to the first area in the exact posture, stance, and pose, creating the ghastly illusion that he had never left moved at all. The only evidence that he did move was that overlapping footprints engraved around his feet. However the same could not be said for the woman's sword strike, which he did not dodge so successfully. Judging from the closeness in distance each footprint had been positioned from the next, it could easily be inferred that Kazei had fluidly contorted around that single area without having to move far at all. In the the midst of this, his movements had enabled him an opening quick draw of his blade which connected head on with the woman's zanpakuto. This strike was no ordinary strike. The moment their blades would connect, an secondary force mimicking the force of the first strike of his sword would course through the edges of Kazei's blade, causing the woman to be forced backwards. Each of these attacks were guided by choice and intention alone, not by emotion. Each choice carried a different intention, and each intention produced a different result. Tracking him through emotion alone would prove difficult in this battle, and relying on it would surely get the woman killed. He had not been hiding anything from this woman, nor had he been purposely suppressing anything. It was quite simple. The man simply did not truly feel anything towards the woman or of the situation.
Standing his ground, he allowed the tip of his blade to drag through the sands behind him. Just before engaging the woman, he would turn his attention towards a familiar face. The man had been no one other than the Leader of the Rebeldes, one of the troubles responsible for the gathering of the Hollow King's army. "Hmph." He gave a half glance towards the dark knight before turning back towards the female Dios. Flipping his blade back into his hand, he pointed his blade in the direction of the woman.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:39 am
Revel in Ecstasy...--------Minerva Antolk  
Only a taste, only one little taste was all Minerva ever really needed to get a feel for an opponents power. She didn't quite know what his full vizard abilities might of been like but the sense for something far more deep with in his reiatsu was shown to her while he'd spent his time playing with the Eximo. Though she'd keep her senses sharp to the point of his reaction she'd notice just one small spike though ever minuscule tot he mass of energy she'd held about her would emanate from Kazei,Precision... would be one word that went off in Minerva's head as she'd carry on her attack not being phased one bit by the fact that his body wasn't hit by her bala. she wasn't the fastest shot though the bala weren't as weak as one might assume of a normal numero. While in the distance the bala would cause some furious winds to kick up behind Kazei she'd cut into his blades quick draw. She'd meet with the blade and then just as the energy would present it's self she'd be dealt a second to reel her back, yet this attack though however fast wasn't beyond her to perceive in a room filled with darkness even the smallest speck of light was easy to notice. She'd flooded the area with so much of her reishi that Kazies seemed particularly special when it presented it's self. It didn't build as noticeably as other but just was in the flick of an instance but she still was able to notice it in time to perform a slight sonido to propel more force behind her strike to begin with. Despite Kazei being as skilled and well trained as he was one of the major differences of Shinigami and Hollows were their natural strength. Even the considerably less brawny Arrancar had more muscle than a shinigami and with just enough momentum the amount of push back would decrease to nothing but a few inches. Even though she'd be able to tell the attacks coming from reishi rather than her empathy directly there was a difference between the calm of a man standing still and the calm of a man resolute in his objective. The key being his resolution the decision to act rather than stay still was a emotion that couldn't be over come by sheer will. Feelings , and emotion are as minute and ever existant in most every action we take. The deth of said emtion and the differencs it causes in use were all privy to Minerva's extra sense. He could keep his calm all he wanted, but when acting a persons body would always betray them to some notion of the act.
It was as to say for instance you compare an athletes heart beat to that of a normal person. The difference is that the athlete's heart beats loader and with a more even rhythm from training and resolution but no mater what they do their heart rate will rise to some degree when acting or moving. Maybe not as intense or strained as a normal person but it would still beat with more vigor. Though this was a factor it wasn't the key this time as she'd realize his game, it was only a clue from his actions prior with the energy he'd released before in cutting the connection with the Octava who'd come up with a rather silly idea, that she'd have to clear later. But this subject was distracting from the point of his clear focuses, precision energy release and a quick blade style. As she'd slide slightly back with a wink she'd pulse her own energy trough her blade and come again once more even harder and a bit more fast. She'd pick up the pace using her blades length to give little room for the man to escape as she'd swing with the energy she'd focused into her blade earlier released as a cero, but this time the cero would persist for a longer time. The simple dodge as before wouldn't be so easily performed. Minerva was one who'd been well practiced in phasing trough matter and various substances and the trick she'd seen as a flicker of a blurred movement was something else. She couldn't make out exactly what it was yet she knew it couldn't be done forever. Maybe with a number of attacks it was possible to dodge but with a mass one it was better to steer clear. This Cero wasn't set to fly off into the distance this was meant to cover both of them in a humble blaze of energy. Unless he'd had a certifiable trick to break this up she'd have to gain a bit more information on him as she'd sonido into the sand just as her blade would fully extend into the next slash and she'd pivot herself into the ground to stand below him like a shadow and use her skill full foot work to hook her foot on to his and cut at his leg from the impossible angle of being right below him. Though she could use his quick draw style to release his quick burst of energy it this tactic would take away something from the desired momentum of the movement and make precise aiming difficult when it came to a moving target such as Minerva.
(Summary: this means after you tried to push me back she immediately releases the energy from before she'd focused into her blade as a cero along with sonido'ing to only fall back only a few inches rather than going reeling back as you might assume from the attack. The cero would cover a large area of where we're standing and I'd sonido just between the two practically making them simultaneous to phase trough where you're standing to pretty much hover upside down, while being phased into the sand below you and hook my feet to your feet hopefully to hold him there and loop of his leg from the awkward angle)
((OOC: Emotions are more than just what you consciously command or even are always fully aware of. It's psychological and everyones subject to an sub-conscience, even if you tried to will it your mind can't control the other baser sides of it's self such as your Ego and "ID" with in this sub-conscience. Feelings are just a part of you so empaths prevail to have a use. Though it can be shrunk in usefulness I'll give you that. This sense isn't really meant to find concealed things but to perceive things almost linear to the subject as it's happening. It makes her reaction time crazy high since it can synch up with those she's fighting. Exceeding them is another story. Xp (meaning I've actually gotta out class you in skill)
also it would take time around that person to feel it, and minerva's been around Kazei for a fair enough amount of time to be an acquaintance. wait till they're friends. >=D))
...A nd feed till there's nothing left
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:18 am
♚ A z a z e l x A m a d o rT e r c e r a x D i o s
Azazel found himself in the vast lifeless desert of Hueco Mundo. Having followed the visored, he figured the fight would be held outside of Las Noches. It was the perfect battlefield after all. Azazel's eyes scanned the area. Minvera, Lucas, the visored, and another man had already arrived. It appears like he was the last of them. While watching the fight between Minerva and the visored, he kept an eye on the other unfamiliar man.
occ││ extreme writers block .____.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:43 am
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Former Sixth DIvision Captain
╚══════════════╝●●○ Ｋ Ａ Z Ｅ Ｉ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Kazei was an exceptional being. One that could not be exploited by mere emotion detecting. In order to feel such a being out, one would have to physically, mentally, and spiritually know him on a more personal plateau rather than through the use of a skill that focused on immediate emotional responses. Even those personal acquaintances of Kazei had found difficulty in exploiting his being. Every living being had emotions, however each one expressed their emotions a bit different that than the next. Kazei was a being who expressed his emotions in his own way. Although certain responses from him could be interpreted as emotion by one, they could be interpreted as something else by another who had known him on a more personal level. The woman's emotion scrying could be perceived as hundreds of leering eyes, attempting to find their way in a room of eye blinding light. The same had gone from the earlier Eximo that attempted to read him. It wasn't that Kazei had purposely shut them out. No. This was on a somewhat passive level. There was no effort put into this. It was just the way he was, especially when around those who had no connections to him. The woman would's emotion detecting eyes would meet with the same wall of blinding light as she attempted to read him. Although she was welcome to continue attempting, her efforts would only prove to no avail. The only way in standing toe to toe with a being of his stature was to face him head to head like any traditional warrior. As the woman was knocked back from the attack, he would find that she had engaged him in melee combat once more, however with a slight twist. As she shot the cero from the tip of her blade, he would slam his sword forward causing it to slice right through the head of the cero.
However this was no normal slash, but one that held the power of three phantoms mimicking the exact force that the first strike carried. "Phantom Style: Third Phantom" As the blade made contact with the cero, it would be followed by two oncoming forces carrying the exact strength of the first strike that struck the head of the cero. The force of this attack was not strong enough to destroy the cero entirely, however it was powerful enough to divide the blast into two sections, causing each side of the blast two part around his body. As the woman engaged him with the kick, her legs would collide with the nothing other than the edges of Saiketsu. Although his zanpakuto was still raised against the dividing cero, one would probably wonder how he managed to slice at her legs while still guarding against the cero blast with one sword. It was simple. He hadn't. Saiketsu was a dual zanpakuto, consisting of two swords. Instead he had drawn the secondary zanpakuto just as fast as he had guarded against the cero, colliding the secondary zanpaktuo against the legs of the arrancar. Arcing the blade upward, he would attempt to cleave straight through the woman's legs, all the while forcing her body upward as he dragged the blade up. "Sit upon the Heavenly Throne. Let there be Light." In that instant both blades would become encased in bright crimson light, crackling from all ends of his zanpakuto. Seeping through the surface of the light were two crimson broadswords, each of them possessing jagged edges that gleamed with intensity. It was time to bring things up a notch, and there was no better way to do so by initiating his shikai, a small taste of his zanpakuto's power.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 2:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:37 pm
 deѕтιned never тo вe caυgнт  Lluvia de Cero ◡◠ ◡◆◆◆◆
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The ongoing battle would have been hard to miss even for the visually or spiritually impaired what with the fired Cero blasts and sand splitting blows. Being none of the two, the vulpine Eximo quickly spotted the two combatants even miles away. Of course, there were little to obstruct his range of vision since Hueco Mundo could be summed up in 3 words after his short stay: Las Noches, moon and sand. However, what he was after was not the intruder.
Recklessly or obliviously, Cadmee shot towards the scene in a spark of ghastly blue and a wave of sand while the world around him faded into a monochrome blur. As he pushed off in his Sonido de Luz, the Decimo sent a small discharge of spiritual energy that burst into what would feel like a swarm of firefly. It was his own Pesquisa. It had unfortunately kept is sonar-like properties, meaning that it traveled at the same speed as sound in sand and consequently, slower than his sonido. The returning pesquisa was merely an afterthought in case he had been followed and was primarily to update him on the other Arrancars' locations. However, that mattered little to him as his normal senses were more than enough to take in the presence of a strange Arrancar and Azazel, standing idly and away from the battle, despite his unclear vision warped by his momentum.
Having found the one he had been after, Cadmee redirected his sonido to land a few feet behind the Dio. Though he had braced himself for a painful impact, he was reminded once more that sand was too common in Hueco Mundo. The small tsunami of dust created by his landing was unfortunately directed towards Azazel. He gingerly dusted himself and shook irritating grains out of areas where the sun never shines before eying what he had by now deduced to be a member of the Rebelde faction. "Luther dropped by so I didn't need to go look for him. He and Allistair went to look for Caelum, but Rosita vanished out of my Pesquisa range," he peeped, eyes still on the leader of the rebeldes before raising a finger at cheek level. "Are we to attack him?" Fighting meant weapon and weapon meant katana. Since he wasn't too adept at summoning his zanpakuto at will, he was preparing to shove his finger down his throat. The urge to vomit usually helped.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 9:11 am
Luther Shou Los Cincos Dios Dios Primera  A loud ear popping boom could be heard not far off from all of the commotion. From the boom a man was produced his energy already at its max for what he could produce in his sealed state. That man was the Dios Primera and what he came upon was a battle he suspected and now he would only get closer to see what was going on.
Being the tallest Espada, he bears the illusion of being the thinnest, and fairly lanky. Underneath this illusion lay dormant muscles capable of ridiculous feats of strength should the arrancar feel the need to flex. Long hair hangs just past his shoulders in a thick mane of onyx black, the bangs folding over one of his eyes as if to conceal the intensity of his gaze... reaching just past his chin. The other side ghosts its way down just past his ear with much less concealment, and the sides of his hair follow this with a light spiking out before reaching his back. Donning a comfortable look; he wears a lengthy arrancar jacket that opens down the center to reveal a pale yet muscular chest that fully exposes the fairly defined pack of abs he'd gained from training. Easy to tell his physical prowess just by how he walks, these muscles are what help shatter the illusion that his lithe body is something to trifle with. He wears the standard arrancar hakama with the boots covering his feet. His mask fragment resides within his powerful jaws; a full row of thick, sharp teeth that overlap his own, giving the very real and very dangerous impression of a shark's mouth. Despite the perpetual ooze of lethal intent he gives off, his face carries a smooth, profound look that compliments the ability of having a silver tongue.
Luther then put that said silver tongue into play. "Who here knows whats going on? and if you cannot provide a sufficient answer I'll end you life as quickly as you waste my time." Luther's dominating presence was making a crater where ever he walked in the sand showing just how powerful he was. Luther was not the type to throw his weight around, but the situation called for it, and so he would do what was called upon himself.
Luther personality was showing in full force as he was making a slow march to them. Luther, being quite the brawler, is quite the beast. An insanely talented fighter with strength to match it, he easily makes the higher ranks of the Espada. Finding pleasure in diving head-first into battles with everything on the line, he can be unpredictable, though a genius in his fighting styles... a truly deadly combo. When not fighting, another side of the shark can be seen; meditation in his vast room filled with the wondrous sharks behind clear glass walls. Finding pleasure in wooing the women, he can be quite the romantic when he so chooses... before once again becoming the 'beast' of the bedroom. Preferring women with gothic tendencies, as well as piercings. Having a lax mind towards other factions, he often wont bother with them unless provoked or itching for a fight... and once his bloodlust is triggered, they get more then they bargained for. In a general sense, he can be a nice person... it just depends on which side of him you catch first... or he catches you.
"I have yet to get an answer you must want to die!" he roared as he stood before them all a bit angry that an enemy could so easily get into their ranks.
Never trust a shark's smile....
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:33 pm
deѕтιned never тo вe caυgнт Lluvia de Cero ◡◠ ◡◆◆◆◆
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Cadmee had turned his head curiously at the approach of Luther Shou. Had the man finished dealing with the old building with that peculiar spiritual pressure? As the man landed, a second tsunami of sand was brought forth, but as the Decimo batted the rain of white powder, a second and a third soon followed. Seems like the Primero Dio was not too happy. The roar only served to unsettle Cadmee even more and the latter quickly took a step towards the Tercero Dio before starting to babble, voice slightly shaky. "The boss wanted us to go eliminate a group of people called the Rebeldes, but that guy that's fighting Minerval appeared and took the Hogyoku! And then Caelum said that he wanted to rule Hueco Mundo as well and everyone just ran out after him or that weird shinigami guy." Still unclear about how to differentiate Vizard from Shinigami, Cadmee had assumed that whoever without a hole in their chest and pieces of hollow masks were shinigamis. "And him," he added pointing at the Arrancar clad in black. "I don't know who he is, but maybe he's a member of those Rebeldes since the man who took the hougyoku came to meet him here."
Glancing back at Minerva, he couldn't help but feel some slight worry. They were both emitting a frightening amount of spiritual pressure and she looked rather hard-pressed. "Should we help?" He was chewing on his right thumb-nail now. Motionlessly, he sent out another round of Pesquisa. He immediately knew that he was outmatched by far in terms of strength and started regretting his decision of coming here, but still, Minerva and Azazel's company had been far more appealing than that of the crazed Rosita. By then, his his Pesquisa had returned with rather interesting information."Rosita's fighting down below in the forest of Menos!" He had not been able to pinpoint Caelum's presence since he had bothered to hide his, but she was hard to miss with how wildly she was trashing the crystal trees. "Maybe she found Caelum?"
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