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When Kura left the garganta and the gillian behind her companion of an extremely brief time had decided to leave her without so much as a word. Without the capabilities to either track him or to catch up with him as he had used extremely large sonido she decided that the best course of action would indeed be to simply carry the tree with her (as it was not too long a ways) and place it down in the meeting spot and then attempt to light it. She saw no reason why it should be impossible to light the tree. However having little experience lighting fires was sure to be a thorn in her side. Anyone who had experience lighting them probably knew that lighting an entire tree on fire was somewhat harder than it looked. This did not mean it was impossible however.

When she arrived at the meeting spot, with the tree that had once been there now missing, she placed her wooden tree in the sand where the original had been. It was only now that she realised she had nothing suitable to light a fire with and that somehow none of the hollow currently here were capable of such a feat. Kura opted therefore to wait for other hollow or simply guests who were capable of lighting fires and left the tree in it's place. From somewhere she seemed to pull a small stool that Las Noches arrancar used to sit on. It was not the most comfortable seat ever created but it was definitely more comfy than getting sand in one's clothes.

Kura's weapon and shield both lay next to her. She had no intention of fighting and she was going to make this quite clear. However any experienced opponent would be able to see they lay close enough that she might easily grab them and begin fighting if the need revealed itself.

Seeing a group of shinigami quite literally pouring from the sky unharmed (mostly) was a fairly good indicator of the person who was about to enter in on the scene. They were not someone who would conduct themselves in an ordinary fashion so it was quite likely to be one of the more childlike arrancar or one with a good sense of humour. Either way they were certain to be someone Kura was not particularly good friends with. She might know them in passing though. When she was it was Satsu however she was not particularly surprised. She had not known him for very long and had known him for around ten years at an estimate. Time really had no meaning in a place like Hueco Mundo so it wasn't one of those things one would really consider. In fact Kura would be more likely to say she had known Satsu for a period of time. Maybe it was because of how rarely she ventured out from her home that she wasn't quite aware of the passing of time.

She decided she would humour Satsu somewhat and actually speak. He would like that better than her not speaking and she had no intention to make powerful enemies too early.
"Hello, Satsu." She said with a voice that was honestly a bit too soft to be her own but was undeniably so. "Are these snacks you brought or are they guests tonight?" She responded to his excited proclamation of his catch without the same excited tone nor any fake tone to imply she was. It didn't seem like it would be beneficial to put on a voice that would sound fake. Talking was not really her strong point unless it was to do with matters of fact and she knew Satsu would see right through it.

Kura nodded to each name as the shinigami were introduced. Now that they had names they were unlikely to end up being eaten. Maybe they'd be made to fight eachother to the death for the entertainment of the hollows or even to throw themselves into the flames just because they could do so. However Kura had a different plan. Somehow she would like to talk to them for a short time after they lit the flames. They were not impossible to tempt. There were probably things they wanted that Kura was now in a position to offer. The only problem was somehow getting them off Satsu for a while without resorting to violence.

Accapello was nervous about coming around other Arrancar; considering for the last 'x' amount of time since Los Noches fell. She was so used to rubble and squalor for so long; and being chased for so long; that she was a nervous wreck half the time. Since Torrik had found her, her outfit had been replaced with a new, clean and just like her old dress. Except now she had an obi made of her 'big brothers's scarf now. Her tangled hair was now long and smooth. Her eyes were shiny.

She had sensed the gathering quickly and her interest was perked, though usually she'd hide. She hadn't been told of the said meeting, as she'd run away as soon as any strange Arrancar approached. She wasn't nearly as afraid, cause now she had Torrik standing beside her and that meant no one was going to eat her. She had run back to Torrik as soon as she crested a hill and was able to see the commotion.

"Torrik... there's a big green tree over there... and there are Arrancar staring at it." She said quietly, pointing her hand towards the collection of strangers. She grabbed his pant leg and gave it a few tugs in that direction as she hastily began to head that way; her curiosity peaking.

۞Angel Kotoshi۞

When the world is yours....

Angel looked down with surprise as he suddenly found himself not on solid ground, but on thin air. A Gargantua. He had seen them before, but he had never been through one. Until now. Angel grunted as he put some reiatsu in to his feet and before he touched the ground he made it explode out to act like a gust of wind. Sand blew away from his feet as he landed with a soft thud and looked around. He didnt like this. They weren't in the Soul Society anymore.

He arched his brow when the little boy introduced all of them to a woman that seemed to be waiting for them. Was he supposed to be Silver-san? This made him look at the boy with a questioning look, but he shook it off. He had to figure out a way out of here. His head was turning back and forth taking in his surroundings. What caught his attention next was that more people seemed to come to their little get together spot. This made him sigh in annoyance, "Can this day get any worse?"

.....what is left for you to take?

Natsuki quickly thinking, as the garganta began forming beneath them, drew her simple katana and slashed a crude 'H' into the untouched ground nearby as she dropped from the solid earth into the gaping maw of the garganta. It was hasty and may not be deciphered easily but at least it was some kind of sign. Though travel seemed instantaneous on either end of this technique it was apparent it was similar to how the shinigami traversed to the human world. A long period of time seemed to pass in between allowing her to re-sheathed her blade. she only assumed that the exit would of course be in the sky and prepared for a rough landing one there.

Sure enough a pale glow emanated beneath her and soon she was enveloped in the rapidly approaching scene bellow. Her eyes were greeted with a harsh and barren land scape as she appeared several feet above the ground in this place. Tucking her body she fell to the ground in a roll. eventually she stopped and found herself covered in a fine dust of which she was certain wasn't really sand. As she got to her feet the other shinigami around her seemed to have landed safely. While standing there the child arrancar addressed them with unique 'titles' based on appearance and minor details he had gathered about each of them in his short time meeting them. It was obvious this group could do nothing against the now two arrancar who stood before them. though the power was controlled it was certainly bounds beyond what these shinigami could hope to muster together.

She suddenly hoped the latter would be true in regards to food or guests because this might be a valuable intel gathering expo for them if they could survive this meeting. For now she remained silent as she watched in dismay as the other arrancar made an entrance to this obscure treed area. The green tree here certainly stood out above the rest of the area being the only real color in the land scape to speak of. without a doubt this was the hollow home world of hueco mundo.

Yasumeh had been lying in his office when the call came, a panicked messenger instead of a normal butterfly insisted urgency, his face contorted in a measure of fear with sweat pouring down his face as he told the captain that several recruits and a few other higher ranked Shinigami had vanished and that do to recent reports of the rieatsu measured at the scene they believed a Gargantua had been opened. He asked how they had found such out as he gathered his things, apparently a series of hell butterflies had been sent out with a quick message from one of the few that had disappeared. With more speed than he was known for moving he made his way through the streets of the Seireitei and towards the twelfth, the only division he knew that had been able to successfully breach a hole into the hellish world known as Heuco Mundo. The discussion had not gone over well, such a opening had been forbidden unless commanded by the Captain Commander and no such order had been given yet. He none the less managed to pull rank and with some threatening posturing managed to achieve what he wished, his eyes gazing upon the large black hole that stood before him.

Even he thinking in a more rational sense would advice against chasing after recruits, the chance for loss on a rescue could wind up being far more detrimental should they send several captain in after and as such he decided to take it alone until the others could gather and organize a better search party. Not to confront whatever was responsible with violence, though he was uncertain if it would come to that, but to get a visual and start letting his brain go to work. Every sense of his mind was telling him not to go, and yet with his throat drier than normal and soberness creeping upon him his more compassionate sides voice pushed him through the gateway.

Now he stood in a vast desert, a perpetual night hanging overhead and a cold chill biting at his flesh. Taking his captains Coat he turned it inside out, the less recognizable he was from a distance the better. It certainly wouldn't fool the more savy of detective foes but whatever little trouble he could shirk off and avoid the better. Trudging forwards his sandals kicked up dirt and his large straw hat acted like a shield to his eyes that he kept locked low enough to see the horizon and sense the strands of reiatsu leading to the lost shinigami. His left hand clutched a lucky chess piece tightly... he only hoped he would make it in time whilst repeating a phrase in his head "No reiatsu... no draw... just think a step ahead".