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The large gaping vortex had closed, and those whom had not been trapped inside were left to rot in the middle of soul society. The Hollows had been slain and there was not one left; even those in training had been kind enough to kill a few. Their corpses polluted soul society, but Yamamoto was sure to send the troops out to take care of them. It seemed that half or more of the forest had been obliterated, from both a large energy blast and the vortex which had devoured all it neared. Close off, a mischievous man was chanting, and a rip appeared in the sky, he jumped through it without opening his eyes. His upside down stature hadn’t changed as he clearly had done this procedure enough that he was perfectly comfortable tweaking its execution.

Relatively close yet somewhat unnoticeable, Maroon had torn through dimensions and landed in Hueco Mundo; his home sweet home. He felt so at home in this desert, he missed it; the heat, the endless white, and ruins. However, captivating his attention a tree had unfortunately been caught in-between his boot and his blue jeans, but it didn’t do much other than make a rough sound on collision. He paid no mind to this inconvenience; there were more important things Maroon must attend to. He was troubled when he found some grass in his hair, and he was furiously trying to expel it from his crimson nest of hair. He clumsily fooled around, waving his arms like windmills trying to take care of it, his face clenched tight. He looked around, later deciding to use the tree as a comb, the grass had fallen out but his goofy behavior deluded his insight.

Maroon eventually wound up furious enough that he began to run around the desert, using his index finger as feet. He nearly ran into some random, from what Maroon could tell, infant soul reaper. He flipped himself, his feet on the bottom. He looked queerly at this infant. “WHAT! Is~ss your…purpose!? Child.” While his words chopped his voice’s pitch fluctuated. Cocking his head to the side, his tongue slipped out creating one Hell of an impression. He grasped his sheath that rested under his arm, just in case. Living in Hueco Mundo drives even those with power into insanity and paranoia.

His name was Maroon, his childish whim interrogated with fear of those who are strange.

((Whoever wants to be the person Maroon greets, feel free. I couldn't choose, you're all so awesome!))

((Makoto's relatively uninjured. I'll do it.))

The emerald-eyed Shinigami's focus was shattered by a near-collision with a man whose hair was the same colour as his own. If not for the vast difference between their other features and characteristics, one would think they were twins. The young man sat in silence for a moment, examining his newest acquaintance. Child? he thought. I am hardly a child. A moment of mental silence, then, Wait... He looks familiar...

Finally finding words, Makoto replied, "I have no idea why I'm here. Last I remember, I was fighting a swarm of Hollows with Tsubame. We all got sucked into that black hole. Next thing I knew, I woke up in this desert, along with my comrades. I don't even know where 'here' is. Unless..." He looked at his surroundings again. "Is this... Hueco Mundo? I've heard about it, but... Somehow, it seems more desolate than I had been told.

"Anyway, aren't you that guy who was using shunpo to appear in front of me and disappear just as fast? Who are you? You have a Zanpaku-tou, but you're not dressed like a Shinigami."

Weary and weak, Charles moves among the survivors. This place is so foreign and so odd to him. Then again, it seems to be his exsistance- every thirty years or so he seems thrust into a new world. Keeping a hand on the hilt of his sword for strength, he continues his search. Not having been in the academy for more than a few hours he had made no real friends. Most don't pay any attention to him walking through.

Finally, he finds at least one of his people. Running up to the prone form of Hans, he takes a moment to realize how serious her head wound really is. "Hold still! This is serious, and we have to stop the bleeding . . ." Knowing an old trick from his days as a human, Charles draws Aitourensa. With a shred of what little reiatsu he has left, he creates a thread of ethereal spiderweb and places it on the wound.

In the physical human world, spiderwebs help to knit and help a wound clot. Hopefully in a world of spirits and reiatsu, a spiritual web could do the same to a shimigami . . .

((I'm going to experiment a bit with this post.))

There are two ways to react to a sudden change of pace. First is the reaction of fear. Fear of the unknown; not knowing what to expect. In the case of so drastic a transition as from the Technicolor world of Soul Society to the monochrome realm known as Hueco Munco, this is often the initial reflex. This fledgling warrior thought differently. His reaction is the second: curiosity. Wondering what will come next; prepared to enjoy the ride. This is generally the response to a transition such as from the slow days of Rukongai to the often eventful ones of the Academy.

At this stage, following Maroon's and Chamo's sudden alternation of control, Makoto's curiosity was at an all-time high. This was the first time he had this feeling since his second year at the Academy.

"This," he asked, "is your home? A man with a zanpaku-tou living in the land of the Hollows... So, does that mean...?" Makoto remembered being told about Vaizard by Ukitake-taichou, who visited the Academy last year. He didn't remember the context, but he recalled his description. Shinigami who somehow acquire the powers of a Hollow; those were the exact words spoken by the white-locked captain of Squad 13.

Naturally, this was Makoto's first time meeting a Vaizard.

A shy smile on his face, Charles just nods to Hans. "Not like I did much. But . . . you're welcome. Find your partner?" With a nod to the sword at her side, he insures that she understands his reference is not a person, but her weapon.

Looking up to Nirami when made it to them, Charles winces at the way he sees Nirami use his sword like a cane. Still, it is not his blade, so he doesn't feel he has a say. Resuming his kind smile, he speaks. "Yeah, we seem okay. I didn't get hit as hard as others. As for her . . . well, if we can find a medic, that would be a definite good thing. For now, though, I think she'll live."

With a shy smile, the man smiles and nods. "No, we didn't introduce each other, but then the situation wasn't very nice for that. Name's Charles!" Despite his age difference, he tries to be energetic and friendly to Hans. In the end it is almost comical and overdone as he only looks goofy in being enthusiastic in ways people his 'age' don't generally do.

A voice in the air resonated throughout the small area: "All those who have survived and are already awake, please report to the front of the Academy. If there is anyone in your immediate vicinity who is still unconscious, please try to carry them with you as well."

"This is . . ." Tsubame began, definite that it was a faculty member addressing them directly, "Bakudo spell #77: Heavenly Rickshaws in Silken Air (Tenteikuura) . . ." Despite her year, Tsubame has sufficient knowledge of almost all the Kidou spells taught at the academy, even if she hasn't learned them personally yet.

She picked up a still-unconscious student near her and used shunpo to get to the Academy faster. Upon arriving there, she saw that most of the faculty members, numerous students and several Shinigami were already gathering on the outside of the Academy. Somehow, it felt like deja vu to her, as if the year had not even begun yet.

As he turned to confront the one calling him a hollow, to avoid further complications, a voice roared over the crowd. The gist of it was "...please report to the front of the Academy..."
"look. I am a shinigami, and i don't have time to explain the mask. Now we need to report to the academy with everyone else." He growled towards the boy.
Normally Kiyoshi would just use shunpo to get to the academy, and would be there in a matter of seconds, however his body wasn't exactly "up to the task". Sheathing his zanpakuto, Kiyoshi let out a sigh of relief Glad your so light in your sealed form sairensa. He walked over to a group of heavilly wounded shinigami. he recognized a girl called "hans" whom he had seen on multiple occasions. up until now, they never actually met formally. The others however, he did not recognize. . A middle aged man that he couldn't remember seeing on the grounds before was one of the two. Not many elder spirits were let into the academy these days, but this man had to be either a first year or a transfer student. Kiyoshi suspected the latter to be the truth. the other had a stranger appearance than even kiyoshi himself. He was pale and had rings around his eyes. Kiyoshi would be tempted to think this man must be sick, however from what he had experienced in soul society things are often not as they seem.
"Hey!" he shouted, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "Need any help? I'm weak from fighting, but it looks like you might be in far worse a condition." he leaned towards hans,whom he decided had the worst injuries, and offered his hand. whom he decided had the worst injuries.