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sweatdrop "Mind if I come too? This place is so depressing.. and I have no test subjects to experiment on." came another voice in the shadows.
Hawk sulked over beside Lemo, glancing at him nonchalantly. His eyes dragged, like that of one who's not slept, and he had the premeation of apathy soaking his very core.
"What is your response?" he asked, half earnestly.

"Oh i see, we're not good enough for shadow-transportation? Thanks for the putdown." Lemo shouted at nothing, slapping at the air.
His master was already gone, and now it was him left with this 'emo' character.
"Hhmmm, i like your hair . " he said, then with a prance, he leapt off one his feet, headfirst into the garganta.

The arrarncar Otosi entered the wing about half an hour after returning to Las Noches. He was covered in blood, he was still bleeding and dizzy so he sat on the floor waiting for Hawk. "Man."

As Otosi walked into the room he smiled. "Thank you Hawk." Otosi walked into the room and sat down in a chair and seemed very pleased. He has gotten stronger, at this rate one of these days he might be strong enough to kill me. I'm going to have to work harder and not depend so much on my zanpaktous abilities. He thought to himself. "If you don't mind me asking, what squad did you go to when we were in the Soul Society?"

Hawk quickly rubbed a special ointment he had derived from the tears of menos. Those who remembered their lives finally, after eating as many souls to reach that point of power, and they understood the monsters they have become. This is what most did not know, the trajic life of a Hollow.
The ointment settled into Otosi's hierro, seeming and absorbing into his body, and Hawk then bandaged him up, wrapping him up around his chest and torso, and over the shoulders and down the arms for support. "There you go, ready for more destruction.." Hawk sighed.

"I personally went to Squad 4 first, looking for specimines... I found a girl at first, one who may prove useful in my research, slightly. But shortly after I actually returned to the gate myself and disposed of it." Hawk said this in a rather gloating manner. "After which, I proceeded to the highest reiatsu-gathering, and simply requested Maniak snatch certain ones for me. These captives are currently being held in Lemo's computer lab."
He seemed to be impressed with his own prefection in the matter, and was very full of himself at the moment. But just then he heard something out in the hallways of the Maniak Wing...
He walked through the doorway, and spoke softly, "Ezru, I expected to see you soon..."
He then walked out ot the hallway, eager to listen to what the shinigami had to say.

"It is out ofthe question... I am merely playing my part in the world of science, the prisoners are not to leave my care." Hawk looked at Ezru examiningly.
"Lemo is taking charge of the situation, I expect you have no problem respecting the wishes of us Espada, or is there an issue that we need to look into furhter or something? Pray, tell..."
Hawk turned to Otosi, nodding at him as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He stepped a little farther down the hall, and leaned against the marble wall as his eyes turned to Ezru, to see what he had to show him next.

"I am sorry but i must respectfully decline... Unless I have real reason, other than minor preferences ; none of the captives will go unsupervised."
Hawk then paused, and fluttered his eyes as he sighed again, dully. "But I am going to both ask and allow you to assist me in my work, understood?"
Hawk acknowledged that both of them could gain from eachothers assistance, so he would simply let Ezru in on the operation. Hawk was only worried asbouthow much the shinigami pressed on the issue of the captives.
"I just ask that you remember your place, and take any feeling towards them as people, and set it aside for the sake of respectable observation, agreed?"
Hawk's words were cold, and emotionless. He seemed like someone whom it was impossible to negotiate with. His monotone described consistancy in his emotional-status, and that was duller than the blankest gray. He did not care about family, he did not care about aquaintances, his only purpose was progress... And he was not one to let silly damn things slow him down, let alone mess him up in any way.