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The massive Sigeric charged into the courtyard, he was excited. Very excited. There were people here to fight and he had a suitable weapon clasped tightly in one hand, it also had nice hair so it was a really pretty weapon too. Truly there was no weapon quite like Pa Rot.

"Take this!" The portly Espada shouted over at a group of Shinigami he could see, wildly throwing his Fraccion at them like a missile. At this level of throw, for Pa Rot, even cutting someone clean in half was possible. Nobody knew where Pa Rot was heading apart from Pa Rot himself, Sigeric had just thrown at complete random and hoped to hit someone. Preferably someone weak because that would make less of a problem for Pa Rot. If he came across someone incredibly powerful things could go a bit, pear shaped, to say the least.

Sigeric laughed, hands on his belly and then fell into a fit of coughing and wheezing, he was, not in the best of shape. Maybe he shouldn't have ran all the way here, in hindsight that was probably the worst idea ever.

The attention of Temor was lost on the captain as the knight had appeared and just ran pass the espada like he was a greeter at a cheap motel. Then as the shinigami followed after the knights the espada could only feel that the shinigami were more disrespectful than once thought. To chase after a stranger in a person's home even after you were told you were trespassing yourself just showed the class of the "noble" shinigami. On the outside no emotions could be observed from the espada as he remained motionless with just his eyes scanning every aspect of the knights before their leave and then the shinigami. Wolf addressed the espada one last time, but before she could finish her last word of her sentence he vanished.

[Exit]

((Ugh...Sorry it keeps taking me so long to post here. >.< And for Zaine and Kasen...Jes happens to be in the Dark Court, so that will be interesting lol ))


Evil's anger only prickled when Temor just up and left. Hollows were such conversationalists, no? She turned her black eyes to look at the young Shinigami who had addressed her and tried to put on a pleasant face. "Hello there Kaisho. I suppose we should go and follow everyone, hm?" She said softly.

~*Commander-General of the Sereitei, Captain of Squad 10*~

{{ Exit. }}

It had seemed that Pa Rot had misjudged his maneuverability. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had spent so long in the air that he, ironically enough, had become quite airsick. His initial plan was to get to Nera. When Sigeric had thrown him in her general direction, it made it all the easier. Sure he had to adjust his position slightly so as not to hit a much less interesting person like Zaine but he had been looking forward to hitting Nera. What seemed like days passed in his head. As if some sick minded motion controlling person had jumped in and altered his course from the throw. Pa Rot felt like had been soaring forever. Through many skillful movements he found himself on a new course, and was heading for his target with much more speed than he seemed to have before. If the flying was anything to go by-which it was-the landing could not have been the most comfortable thing in the world if done wrong. So came Pa Rot's first master plan for heading towards his target. It involved his course being for Sigeric, which he was certain it now was. He was aimed headfirst for the Espada's big belly which he hoped would cushion him like it looked like it would. If the Espada fell over from the impact, all the better. He had other plans for if he missed but it was trivial for that moment. This was the perfect way for him to break his fall, in his opinion. The madness which had driven him to the conclusion from the innumerable period of time he had been airborne for was inconceivable. He hoped his next moments would honour his troubles by making the operation go smoothly. Only time would tell.

Pa Rot was pleased that his landing had gone so smoothly. Truly, he had not underestimated the giant Espada's belly. With his Espada having fallen on his a**, Pa Rot hoisted himself up and off the belly, straightening himself up and briefly fixing his hair with his hand. The launch was quite a pointless one other than to prove the mystic wonders of how long one can stay in the air after being thrown with such force. For all he knew however, it could have lasted a very short while. Perhaps he was the only one for whom it seemed to take days. It wasn't too hard to imagine. At any rate, he no longer had any desire to be thrown at the girl. He had new intentions, secretive intentions to be remembered and invoked. He turned around to see his fat Espada catching his breath as he got back up. It figured that even he would have some trouble recovering from an arguably self inflicted blow like the one which had occurred just moments ago. He was taking a little while though and looked pretty pathetic trying to speak. He figured his Espada's reputation would drop quite a few points if anyone were to see this event. Was Sigeric really one to care? It's not like he made much of a name for himself back at squad 8. The 10th Espada indeed. He couldn't expect too much from someone like that, not in power. He remembered power wasn't what he saw in Sigeric. It was something much more complex. Although Sigeric was perhaps the simplest looking Espada of the bunch, the reason for their current union was not one which could be figured out instantly by anyone.

"You ok there boss?" Pa Rot asked, trying his best to hold back a smirk.

He needed to get away but there was no need for too much of a rush. He just had to wait for Sigeric to regain his composure, that was all. Surely he wouldn't take too long to do so. He had seen non-Espada Arrancar and they were impressive. An Espada was strong, even if they were only the 10th. This one in particular had been known to be aggressive under certain circumstances but hadn't seemed to mind about getting a mince pie thrown into his eye. Therefore, he hoped he wouldn't mind about Pa Rot intentionally launching himself into his gut, or better simply wouldn't have come to the conclusion that it was intentional. He didn't care too much about upsetting him. He'd get over it. Pa Rot just didn't want to be slowed down too much by an out of place outburst. Of course, that would make Sigeric seem even more ridiculous. By this point, could he afford that? Did he care? Pa Rot waited a few seconds for his Espada to get past his wheezing fit and if he didn't it was time to take off without him.

Pa Rot smirked in amusement at the great effort Sigeric exerted to rise to his feet then looked up to think. Clearly, his mission attempt was a failure. The air was too thick on that night for him to fly well. Without any warning, such an inconvenience had caused him to hit poor old Sigeric. He would reconsider choosing this airline again. A plan he had conjured a while ago brought itself to the front of his 16th sub mind. He easily recalled a location most useful to his plans. What now? An easy question indeed. Unfortunately the answer made the whole trip to the courtyard seemingly pointless other than strengthening his ultimate motive for the great plan he was thinking of.

"Right then boss" he declared, having finished his split second swim in his thoughts "Our destination is your pad. On it, chief?".