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Memnoch looked at his new recruits breifly before turning his back to them and beginning to walk up the pale marble steps to his palace. He spoke quickly, but audibly, "That's good to know everyone, I already have 10 others who, while they may not be as powerful as you, are still not to be trifled with by any means." He continued up the stairs, and towards his quarters. "I will give no more explanation to my plan other than this, we will have the Soul Society, and the World of the Living, to do this we need to preform a recon mission soon. However until I have you all gather again, you may do as you see fit." Memnoch sonido'd out of sight.

A rip in the sky -like massive herbivorous teeth- snatched open. A shadowed figure made his debut, first his hands gripped the edges of his garganta, before lunging himself forward. Unlike the rest, his landing wasn't gracefull, nor was it quiet. He slammed to the ground with a massive impact. Landing into a squat, he slowly rose, a cloud of dust and sand flowing around him. Apparently he was late but he didn't care, he made it time to hear Memnoch say the magic words: "Do as you please." Zhadist let out an uproar in sadistic laughter. Who would he go for next, a human, shinigami or his own kin? It mattered not he just wanted someone to hurt, and some one to hurt him. Maybe a boy or girl, maybe a child or an elderly person. No, no at their prime, he wanted some one at the top of their game.

Zhadist eyes lingered amongst his fellow hollows, before his garganta opened behind him, and he stepped backwards. A trip to the human world, maybe some one to play with was there?
(heading to the human world probably the park or something)

Memnoch smiled, at least they seemed happy, however he had business to attend to before anything else could happen. He had to do his part. "Arrancar of Las Noches," he yelled, "I must do something, I'll return soon." Right after he finished his sentence, a garganta open before him, he walked through the maul of it and smiled. This would be one of the hardest parts of his plan to accomplish.

Yukari halted her steps through the palace as she heard Memnoch's booming voice echo all-around. Hmmm, seems to me like he's really itching to get things underway. I guess I'll have to wait and greet him again later... She shrugged lightly before continuing her stroll. She might as well see the other children and just how strong they are. After a minute or two, she looked over and saw a familiar face, the Arrancar from the human world. Oh what luck she had. She smiled slyly and approached the boy as she spoke to him, "My my, looks like the little puppy finally came home. You sure are lucky master left before you arrived, or else you might have gotten a light whipping~"

Yukari giggled lightly to herself at the motions the boy was making. "Fufufu, just look at you, already backing away, ready to run away." She continued to walk up to him and reached an arm out, ruffling his hair. "What, can't I walk around and greet my soon to be subordinates? You should appreciate your good fortune that I'm taking the time to talk to a little dog as yourself~" Yukari got some kind of sadistic pleasure out of messing with this one. Perhaps it was how he pretends to stay cool even though he's really getting riled up? Who knows. All she knew was that it was far too fun to pass up. It would be even more fun if he eventually snapped.

She titled her head and frowned, now simply bored and disgusted with him. "You talk like it's a surprise your day had turned out bad. Disobeying orders, doing battle with Diesel Wilhelm, being lucky enough to make it back here alive, forcing me to get up from my nap to tell you to get your useless husk here, your misfortune is all a result of your own stupidity." She approached right up to him, close enough for him to feel her breath on him. She ran her index finger up his neck and chin and continued, "Then again, it really should be expected of one as simple and boring as you. You're nothing special, just as I thought." As she flicked her finger up from his chin, she nicked him lightly with her nail, drawing a bit of blood. With that,she gave a sly, almost mocking smile and turned to walk off. His powers may be ice, but his temper was nowhere near that cool.

(ooh. nice finishing line)

Zach wipes the blood off his chin and laughs a bit. "Crazy girl. Thats for sure." He says as he turns and starts to walk off. He decides to stop though and sits back down against the wall, fiddling around and makes a rose of ice in his hand. "I still have to wait for him." He says with a long sigh.

A massive black void ripped open in one of the many courtyards of the palace. A group of shadowy figures could be made out at first their detail becoming clearer as the gateway stabilized. In the front stood a young blonde man with his arms folded behind his back. He slowly stepped out and placed his foot directly on the ground as the rip was adjacent to the ground. The young man raised an eyebrow at the sight of the palace and then scoffed “Memnoch has terrible taste, but I suppose it will be suitable for whatever his plans might be." Durrah slowly lifted his right arm motioning for the remaining figures to move forward. What emerged was a large precession of hollows bound at the necks by thick collars and chains. Each one carried several large straw wraps which contents caused Durrah to smile. The blonde man snapped his figures and the hollows slowly placed them in a row and began to dig holes in the sand with their bare hands. It was obvious their spirits were broken as they did the tasks with no noise and made little eye contact with each other. After they had dug twenty good holes a second snap rang from Durrah’s direction causing them to pick up their loads once again and one by one they placed the straw wraps into the holes. They proceeded by pushing the mounds of sands that came from the holes back to their original plots. Afterwards they all huddled on the opposite side of the mounds from where they had first come. The Espada vanished from his spot reappearing grasping the end of the chain which bound the hollows together. Unable to move Durrah slay one at a time slowly going down the line. As the corpses of his deceased works deteriorated and joined the reiatsu which made up the realm. He then turned and inspected each mound planting a shattered weapon as each grave marker. From two of the weapons hung the badges of lieutenants which he handled with extra care. He stepped back few paces and admired his trophy garden. This is where he would bury any warrior he defeated who fought with the traits of a true warrior. His pride is his own work caused him to momentarily lessen his restrain on his spirit pressure letting it wash over the palace in one huge wave. He chuckled softly as he thought to himself this is a fine location and I will add many more graves before my time comes.