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((I know you probably know but ideally take this a bit slow as we've only just arrived and you've gone through a few things before turning up. I'm just saying this for my own peace of mind))

Kura had noticed the arrival of yet more Arrancar. Such creatures were hard not to notice if even only slightly due to the considerable pressure they gave off however Kura had trouble differentiating between them none the less based on such things. She could not yet feel anything yet flaring up so she assumed they were only here to join in on the, what might be called, fun that was about to begin and so she did not pick up her shield or cast an eye on whoever had arrived as she stood up. Her armour clinked a little as she walked over to the tree halberd now in hand. Her body was not tense enough to imply she was about to attack but some less experienced fighters may not realise that.

"Shinigami. You won't be needing your black robes for a while. Lay them flat on the floor we're going to use them as a mat." She said calmly. It was without a doubt an order and although she showed no outward aggression it would be absurd to try challenging such a creature over something that was quite simply less important than their lives. She decided not to add any extra detail about it begin so they wouldn't get their rears covered in sand because it seemed like a mostly logical detail to her. Why say things which are logical at all?

Kura took her zanpakto in both hands and then began to chop the tree into vaguely plank like shapes. Each one in some way unique from the last be it longer or shorter or even shaped slightly like an oval. It was not long before she was done as she moved at a blistering pace with clean chops straight through the wood meeting almost no serious resistance (she was used to fighting creatures with hierros and wood seemed like a soft material by comparison) and threw them into a pile together to make something that looked vaguely like a bonfire.

"Shinigami. Light the wood." Even if they weren't going to be around long she would at least make them useful. If they were here then they should light is as they were not as likely to blow up the pile with balas and at the moment however strange it seemed there was not a single hollow that could breathe or create fire around. Truly mystifying. However she knew that shinigami all seemed to (with a few exceptions) fire lightning out of their hands and start fires.

۞Angel Kotoshi۞

When the world is yours....

Angel eyed the one known as Kura and was tempted to argue with her, but he knew the situation they were in and held his tongue. He tilted his head and gave the woman a curious look as him and the others were asked to strip and burn some wood. He growled, but sighed and nodded as he took off his shinigami robes and folded them in to a mat. His under shirt and pants were both black, but the shirt didnt cover up the many scars that covered his arms. He walked over to one of the pieces of wood and picked it up before he smiled and nodded, "Hado 4. Byakurai." He said as he pointed his fingers at the wood making a spark of lightning shoot from his finger tips. It hit the wood with a thud and lit it on fire.

He set the wood down and let it burn before he sat on his robes and looked around at the Arrancar. At the moment he couldnt see any number on their bodies which made his sigh with relief. At least they weren't Espada. He looked from Kura to the one called Satsu then to the other Arrancar that just arrived at the area. He once again began to wonder why a group of powerful Arrancar would need them. It made his head spin with confusion.

.....what is left for you to take?

With his hands resting lazily in his pockets, Lucien slowly strolled across the white, seemingly never ending desert towards the location where several souls seemed to have gathered. What was such a congregation doing out in the middle of nowhere? Even more peculiar was the fact that several members of the group possessed spiritual energy that felt nothing like that of a hollow. Could it be that Hueco Mundo was being invaded by the Shinigami? A sly smile crept across Lucien's face at the thought. At the very least an invasion would liven things up in this cold, lifeless desert. Perhaps it was even the meeting he had heard whispered about among the hollows. With a spring in his step and nothing but the light of the moon to light his way, Lucien hastened his journey towards the horizon, beyond which the gathering awaited.

With the assistance of sonido, it wasn't long before Lucien's eyes gazed upon the horde of hollows that had gathered around what appeared to be a large, green tree. Closest to the tree he could see two Arrancar, a young boy and a woman, as well as a small group of rather lost and confused looking Shinigami. "Poor things. Though, I suppose this wouldn't be much of a party without appetizers." He whispered to himself with a hint of hunger in his voice. In an instant, Lucien vanished from his spot atop a dune and reappeared upon the head of the largest hollow there, granting him a nice view of both the party and its surroundings. Whether the hollow didn't notice him or simply chose to ignore his existence was unknown, but the creature simply continued to silently stand and stare blankly at the large tree before him. Satisfied with the spot he had chosen, Lucien slowly lowered himself into a seated position with his legs crossed. As his gaze shifted from one face to the next, he absentmindedly removed a long silver kiseru pipe from within his coat and slipped it between his lips. After a quick packing of herbs into the bowl and a strike of a match, a sweet white smoke began to flow from the pipe and playful dance in the air around him. For now he would simply sit quietly and watch as he waited for the festivities to begin.

Kura, pleased with the fire, decided not to sit down quite yet and instead actually go over to talk to Danny. Hollow to Shinigami. She saw no point of antagonising her and instead would make the situation crystal clear to her. She was nearly certain that if the need presented itself she could if the need presented itself incapacitate a Shinigami temporarily or disarm them. In fact considering Danny was using a dagger and Kura a shield and halberd the fight would be decided purely on that if they were at equal levels of power.

She came close to the woman face to face and removed her helmet slipping it under her shoulder so Danny could get a good look at whatever expression her face betrayed of her true thoughts lit up by the fire. Her hair was too short to get in the way of her eyes so removal was a fairly simple procedure.

"Keep quiet. I will return you personally when the time comes. Don't make yourself a target for the less reasonable hollow here." Kura explained with calmness in her tone. It was true she did not wish particularly to see the shinigami hurt however she wasn't especially concerned about their safety. Rather how Satsu has unwittingly brought vulnerable and yet trusted individuals into her path. She saw no reason why recruits wouldn't be willing to listen to her side of the argument. What was a few years of propaganda when you could see the state of Hueco Mundo with one's own eyes.

"If you are scared sit with me. I will ensure your safety" The offer was genuine. There had been nothing in Kura's expression that suggested she had any ill intentions. Stepping away with the crowd of shinigami with her back turned she placed her white helm illuminated by an orange glow back over her head and walked over to her chair to sit down where she had left her halberd and shield. That would serve as another sign that she meant no harm. Even if they did not trust her words Kura knew through experience that it was actions that spoke the loudest.

Still keeping his distance at the top of the dune, Torrik gazed down at the mass collecting before them. Momentarily ignoring Accapello's remarks, his imagination had flown elsewhere and he felt as though he were watching a group of ants gathering around an offering of discarded broccoli. The thought was amusing to him until someone had to go and light the tree on fire. Now the broccoli offering had become a sacrifice. The figures in black were also disrobing. Torrik’s assumption of this was if the shinigami were there as campfire snacks, their clothing would only get in the way. It bewildered him that they’d resign themselves to this so easily.

Although he didn't really need the light to be able to see from his distance, the flame managed to illuminate something that struck Torrik as even more odd. A shinigami was actually conversing with the female arrancar, who had finally taken off her helmet- registering as a sign of trust, confidence or just stupid. The scene didn't show any sign of a hostile or threatening atmosphere. Unfortunately, he wasn't close enough to hear what they were talking about and he was hesitant to approach any further.

"No." came a single response to the majority of Accapello's concerns. After seeing such a jacked-up spectacle, he wasn't going to expose himself or his young fraccion so easily. He could care less if another arrancar looked like her, but he knew instantly that he didn't like the little loud-mouthed turd the second his eyes fell upon him. Among the shinigami, there was a voice that Torrik was able to slightly understand- something of a speech or whatever. Upon hearing some of her words he readied himself to see the inevitable fight break out. His kind didn’t appreciate being reprimanded.

۞Angel Kotoshi۞

When the world is yours....

Angel looked around at the other shinigami and sighed as he watched some of them begin to snap at the Arrancar. He took a deep breath himself and stayed quiet as he listened to the others talk. He closed his eyes and decided to meditate until they needed him for some other reason. He began to focus his reitaus in to a calming wave, but his eyes snapped open when he felt the presence of two other Arrancars. He looked in the direction he felt their reiatsu. Once seemed hesitent to come closer so he looked at that one. Although his vision wasnt the best he could make out the form of a girl. He noticed someone standing next to her, but he kept his eyes on the girl.

His attention slowly returned to the Arrancar around them. He tilted his head as he heard Kodate's question. He was wondering this as well. Why would a group of powerful Arrancars need the help of a regular shinigami and a bunch of graduates. He let out a sigh as he rubbed his head and looked to the woman with the helm on, "Honestly im a little curious myself."

.....what is left for you to take?

((I asked Zavits if it was okay. She's fine with it. I think.))

Kura listened only briefly to the Natsuki girl. The others had simply raised similar concerns and as she was decidedly the speaker for the Arrancar at the moment it fell upon her to make their intentions quite clear. She would explain not only in words but also through her actions what precisely she intended to do about the whole situation. By the time she was done she was certain that none of them would dare make a sound again. It was for their own good and by extension Kura's own. She only hoped that the other hollows wouldn't see this as an opportunity to devour the Shinigami. They would have their usefulness.

In an instant without using a sonido Kura was right above the sitting shinigami Natsuki her intent clear as she had not moved this fast previously. She had said too much. Been just a little too brave. The others were less so and by crushing Natsuki's fearlessness she was sure she could stop the rest of them. If nothing else they'd learn how hopeless their situation was when trying to deal with her hierro and armour in a attempt to break Natsuki free. One armoured boot slammed down on the Shinigami's upper arm not hard enough to break the bones but enough to cause serious pain. Kura began to lean in to speak to her.

"Why ask us? Do you expect a reasonable or sane answer from a hollow?" Kura's armoured hand curled around Natsuki's unprotected neck gently. A cold iron grip suddenly began to crush her neck. Kura pulled her foot from the young girl's arm and placed it on the floor again and dragged Natsuki up by her neck. "Why threaten us? Do you think we cannot prevent your growth now?" Kura's eyes were sharp and cold. Without hate but yet would give a clear message to Natsuki who would be able to see them most clearly. Kura was absolutely willing to kill Natsuki at a moment's notice if she ever tried anything.

There being no serious need to kill a young Shinigami though she decided to avoid such a thing.She dropped Natsuki straight from her hand. It was only a few inches from the ground however having the wind crushed from her was going to make the fall harder on Natsuki. It was probable that her legs might fall from under her without the oxygen necessary to hold them up. "You should remember your inaction has consequences too." Kura ended there. If Natsuki was too stupid to work out what she meant then she was a waste of time anyway. If she attacked her she was a waste of time and Kura would dispatch her. "Sit down. Be quiet." Kura had thought this merely a logical path to take in this sort of situation but logic did not seem to come easy to shinigami. It was a waste of breath but she explained it anyway. They were recruits and therefore most prime for retraining.

Danny was only a step behind Kodate as he slung his shield over his back and came to Natsuki's aid. He'd propped her head up and was instructing her to breathe calmly, which was as good advice as any. She could already see the bruises forming, dark and angry against the pale skin of Natsuki's neck. Considering the force with which Kura had kicked her, Danny wouldn't have been surprised in comparable bruises had surfaced on her arm.

She knelt to assess the injury, rolling up the sleeve of Natsuki's shihakusho with care. It was obvious that the kick had done some damage-- the area was red and darkening into another bruise. This type of injury she could easily take care of: she pressed the tips of her fingers to the wound and called up her reiatsu, bathing the bruised muscle and coaxing the broken blood vessels to knit together while draining the excess fluid that was beginning to build up. It was the simplest of chiyudō-- Danny's training in the field had been cut unfortunately short-- but it did the job.

"I can take care of this," She murmured to Kodate as she turned her attention to Natsuki's neck. Kodate's shield was an indispensable line of defense, she reasoned, and he certainly looked like her could take a punch. Her expertise also lay in defense, but she also had the means to heal Natsuki, so it made more sense for her to care for any wounded while he focused on the enemy. Her fingers were gentle as she applied the same healing kido to the bruising at Natsuki's neck. A glace at the girl's arm told her that the injury was already healing, which was a small victory, though the situation remained rather grim.

Danny's anger was always a slow-burning thing, but she could feel it growing now, seething red-hot in her belly. Loosing her temper wouldn't help, she knew that, but the thought of paying Kura back in kind was terribly tempting. It was an effort to keep her touch gentle as she worked. She couldn't help but picture breaking Kura's nose.

[I'm sorry for puppeting your character a little, Zavits. And I don't mean to seem like I'm shooing your character away, Hymn ><']