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Knowing she is right, he still frowns. Rising with a few exaggerated creaks and groans to play up his 'old age', he just sighs. "That's it. You take a bed from now own- no questions. You're a real bummer in the mornin!" Though he is in the same clothes from lastnight, he wonders if he could get just one more use out of them. Before that thought even finishes, though, a silken voice in his mind tells him to get some new damned clothes.

With a bit of polite bowing and shuffling, he makes his way to the door. "Gotta go change- I'll be back in a bit . . . or do you wanna just meet at class?"

Yuki awoke suddenly when a mental message rang across his mind. They'll probably be keeping only the training classes, not that I mind. Though the constant light of Hueco Mundo was still dimmmed by his coat, it was strill bright. Sitting up in his bed, he became acutely aware of his shoulder injury from the previous day. My shoulder's going to present a problem come Zan training, which will probably be the primary focus from now on. Giving his shoulder a gentle massage from a moment, he got out of bed. Grabbing his white coat from the broken window, he once again donned it. He strapped Maru to his waist and left his room silently. Even though he had gotten a decent amount of rest, the events from the previous day still left him exhausted. The halls saw a few students awake and heading to class, though most were still asleep. Little conversation was had, because the solemn air of fear permeated everyone. Descending the stairwell, he unsheathed Maru. My Zan-proficient arm is thankfully not injured, but my Kidou arm isn't in the best shape. I suppose I'll have to rely upon Maru more. I guess it'll make me get used to utilizing my shikai. Inspecting the blade for any damage, the ambient illumintion of Hueco Mundo glinted off the edge. In that brief flash, he saw the visage of a deformed crow. I must be more tired than I thought... unless... could it have been him? The vague recollection of having once seen Maru's manifestation long ago came back to his mind. Stopping for a few thoughtful seconds, he resheathed Maru to continue to class.

Nirami roused and shifted a bit, his mostly-asleep guise not working when someone was directly talking to him. A soft groan escaped his lips, his head having shifted and informed him that it was aching from his awkward sleeping position. He vaguely heard Hans, and her telling him about class. Wait... class? Something seemed off about that, whether it was his half-asleep brain, or... well, he couldn't figure out what else. Regardless, he had to open his eyes to get his bearings for a moment.

Nir blinked at Hans, the usual set of dark rings still under his eyes. They looked a little deeper, this morning, but they didn't bother him as he sat up a bit more and used his good hand to rub at them a bit. "Hans...?" came a sleepy mumble, and then things set in, and he glanced to his mostly-useless arm, before back up to the female before him. "Did you say... class?" he asked, still more asleep then awake, but slowly catching onto things that were going on.

They'd been attacked by Hollows... The Academy, and the survivors, had been picked up and chucked into Hueco Mundo... People were checked over, and then sleep had been issued...
And Nir hadn't gotten much. He grimaced lightly at that last part, but classes were important, so he shifted and worked on using the wall to help him stand, yawning heavily.

"Right... let me wake up, catch a monkey to be my left arm for the day, and I'll meet you there... Actually, I should probably get some clothes... or a shower... or something..." Half-asleep, Nir wondered if he made any sense in any way. Possibly not.

((Greater internets for the person that can summarize what everyone else is doing right now, up the point right after my post. Can barely keep eyes open . . . O.O))

((If i had to guess i'd say its everyone, but Kiyoshi is in his class ^^))

Nir scrunched up his nose a little as Hans told him not to hurt himself, but it was short-lived at her worried look. "Okay.." he mumbled after her and stood where he was for a few moments. Eventually, he sluggishly headed to his dorm room, not surprised to find it mostly trashed. Since he was in one of the few one-person rooms, though, he soon had things remotely organized, despite the large hole in the wall.

Grabbing his things, he carefully bagged them and down beside his bedroll, yawning and scratching his head a bit. He probably should've gone to class... but he wasn't quite feeling up to it. A first for him in the afterlife, actually.

'You did a lot yesterday. They shouldn't have started classes so soon, anyways.' Homura's gravely voice entered Nir's head, and he sighed.

"I'm quite sure most of the others are in class... even first-years, like Hans and Charles." he murmured aloud, softly. "And those two jumped through more hoops then I did." he added.

'Reguardless- you are still not well enough to train, so don't mope around about it.' Homura's voice was slightly irate, as if Nir's comments were simply stupid and unacceptable.

Nirami ignored Homura for a little bit, standing and grabbing his bag. He went to one of the restrooms near a set of classrooms, so that at least they could keep track of him. The last thing anyone needed around there was for students to go 'missing'. He had a feeling security would go up, and more people would be even more at edge.

Groaning softly as he changed out into a clean uniform, he left the sleeves down simply because it was hard to tie them up with his arm the way it was. His pants were a pain in the butt enough as it was. His bandages would need to be checked again, and so he headed off to where the medics' office had been, wondering if he'd get yelled at for not being in class. There was something amusing at being chastised for not being in class in the middle of Hueco Mundo.

Not that anyone would notice in the wake of the utter cataclysm and confusion of their spiral to Hueco Mundo, but during the night…a student had vanished.

And over the night, another had taken his place.

Dirvin Zan wandered aimlessly about the grounds, his wide green eyes distant as his steps led him in no particular direction. The uniform of a shinigami student rested comfortably, albeit a bit loosely, on his form and Dirvin gave a light grin. It had a been a stroke of luck the young shinigami had been out late the previous evening. Seeming to be eager on practicing, obviously rattled by the attack in the Spirit Society, he had neglected to take proper protocol and always bring a buddy.

Not that the rule applied in Hueco Mundo of course. Hollows could hardly consider each other friends. After all, in order to maintain sentience while an Adjuchas class menos, one had to constantly consume other Hollows. The cannibalism transcended ritual or even hunger. Adjuchas fed ravenously…for they feared to become mindless once more…to convert back to the tall and rather stupid Gillian class menos, never to regain their identity again.

Still, this was Hueco Mundo…stronghold of Hollows. The boy had been foolish, and had paid the price of the error with his life.

Dirvin felt no sympathy or regret for the act of murder he’d commited. Certainly the boy had LOOKED human…so it was harder to force himself to attack, but the arrancar had killed countless times before and likely would continue along the path of blood and death for the remainder of his existence.

A more important reason superseded the first however. Shinigami and Hollows were mortal enemies. In fact, their enmity embraced the track of endless time and would never end. It was a cycle of violence in which each side saw themselves as in the right.

Shinigami purified the Hollows, sending their souls to Soul Society in order to have that soul be reborn again on earth. Shinigmai were the great ushers of the Wheel.

Hollows on the other hand lived to consume and consumed to live. Souls so wrought with despair and rage, their echoing moans sounded across the uncharted desert of Hueco Mundo without end. It was a dirge to abandonment, a eulogy for hope…the screams of the wronged.

Could a Hollow help his need to eat? No. Shinigami could purify the sins of the Soul when it was a Hollow. Of course the sins are the memories. Any sense of identity the Hollow maintained while in its existence was erased by those damn cleansing blades.

Dirvin did not hate the Shinigami…but neither did he agree with their mission.

And now they were here…in the very heart of the Hollow Kingdom.


Dirvin sighed and adjusted the long katana strapped across his back. This would be difficult.

No hints of his reiatsu could be used, for his left a very strong Hollow calling card. Neither could he hope to fool the shinigami into believing his weapon was a true zanpakutou…at least one with a shikai.

Arrancar sealed their true forms within their blades. There was one release for an Arrancar, but the power was so incredible it would require a bankai to defeat.

Normal shikai were useless against Espada, or Vasto Lorde class menos turned arrancar. The Heirro or steel skin would prevent the weapons from inflicting any serious wounds.

But in order to blend in…to understand the Shinigami…he would have to play the fool.

Not that Dirvin minded. He was so aloof and distant anyways it was a wonder he was #2 to begin with.

Giving a small laugh, Dirvin ran one hand through his unkempt crimson hair and continued on his way. He would find his niche eventually. Now was a time to observe a society so very different from Hollow hierarchy. The Shinigami trusted each other, lived in the true sense of the word while most Hollows sustained existence only out of fear.

How…interesting.

"I fell asleep" she said with a yawn, reaching up to cover her mouth. "And then my teacher yelled at me to go get my bandages changed, other than that it was pretty much extremely boring." She shrugged to him,"anyway, I'll see you at lunch?" She asked disappearing into the nurses office to get checked out.