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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:43 pm
Devereaux's eyes were on Cassius now and even though others had entered he payed little attention to them as he was quit occupied with Cassius. His eyes seeing every movement he made , everything seeming to move much slower for him. He made mental notes of all Cassius's hand gestures and every other movement he made. The he felt that energy again, it was indeed Hollow and this would indeed prove his point. As soon as he felt it he looked to Castaeva and give her a smile and then a nod as if saying to her without actually speaking " That's the energy i felt earlier " He Then took notice of Servantes and his shy little thing Esmeralda "Tch.....that Esmeralda.......just about as useless as a wet nap........but.......what i wouldn't give to end the poor things miserable life " Devereaux then began to chuckle as a look of insanity fell upon his face "Hey Servantes!! looks like your esclave has the jitters..........you should do something about her as the very site of her irks me.." Even though he was smiling and seemed happy he was in fact displeased, Servantes he could stand , for after all he was an espada but anything beneath that position was seen as either food or a toy to Devereaux and he saw Esmeralda as food, for to Devereaux she was a toy long sense broken.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 4:53 pm
 
Servantes was already tired of all the talking going on, the constant complaining and blaming was pissing him off like no hell. All they did was try and make excuses for their actions! They should stop being such pussies and confront it! Servantes almost reached his limit when his timid Fraccion stood behind him and asked to leave. He turned around and grabbed her by her collar and barked at her. "SHUT IT ESMERALDA! NO YOU WON'T LEAVE! YOU'LL STAY AND YOU'LL LISTEN! As far as I'm concerned you're some what useful and powerful.. It's the only reason you can stand behind me. So SHUT IT! and Listen!" Servantes said as he let her down and turned around as Devereaux made a remark. "Devereaux, if you even as look her way again... you'll irk me even more! If the sight of her irks you then gouge your damn eyes out and turn the hell around!" Servantes said in a rage! He was already tired of this "Higher-up" Meeting. He just wanted to go do something better than this....fighting would be a lot better. Looking straight ahead he grimaced at everyone around him. "So, Devereaux, don't look over here again" He said with a hiss at the end of his sentence. He thought about apologizing for his outburst to the Lady, but then dismissed the thought. He took action and he would deal with the consequence afterwards. God, he was surrounded by aggravating comrades.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:36 pm
Devereaux's Grin widened as he heard Servantes's yells and pathetic hissing and couldn't help but walk right up to him till he was in his space ,eyeing with the grin still present on his face. He looked back at Esmeralda and then back to Servantes before speaking "I'm sorry Servantes but i must have a hard .hard time hearing you because i didn't quit catch what you said......." Devereaux's spiritual pressure began to spike as he titled his head to the left side as if trying to get a better look at Servantes's face before speaking again "What is it that you would exactly do to me again p***k ? " The tension had indeed risen and the sense of murder was definitely coming from Devereaux now as his spiritual pressure continued to spike. When he got like this he would usually block out all others around him self and just concentrate on the person who had caught his attention and in this case it was Servantes. Devereaux's claws were at the ready to hit Servantes in any of his most critical pressure points if he would even consider making a move or saying something else that he didn't like. He wouldn't stop there either, for he was willing to kill Esmeralda after wards if it should come to that and if his Queen would punish him after wards then so be it , but for now he didn't care and was far too excited to give a s**t about anything else that was going on. For him this wasn't about pride but it was about getting a chance to kill again and this was all too much fun for him to leave alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:10 pm
 P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns
Meanwhile, if her words could not speak for executing her demands, then perhaps something else will. "This little group meeting, is over." With that, she stood up from her throne and quickly ascended down her steeple in a collected pace. As she walked down, she passed her Espada, glanced at Cassius for the final time, and then stopped by the side of Cladeaux while he still was in that customary position in showing her respect. "You seem to be very idle these days, my Tres." Without anything else to add she dragged him out of the throne room by his collar with little to no effort. From underneath his jacket Castaeva had swiped a bottle. Full to the swig and with her thumb she plucked out the cork. Her plans were unreadable, but with Cladeaux, something was bound to happen.
"If I come back to a desecrated throne room, then the ones responsible can expect to sympathize with our dear Tres later." After announcing her parting words, she left with Cladeaux to the Dunes. Neither of the two issued Sonido. The queen simply enjoyed her pace.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:09 am
Hearing his Queens words and then immediately thinking about how that would go, Devereaux turned away from Servantes and walked over to Cassius . He tugged on his sleeve and then proceeded to the door "Lets go.... i'm done here..." Devereaux left the room and made his way back to his throne room. hoping that Cassius didn't fall to far behind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:45 pm
 
|| Cero Espada || Reiryoku Level: Great || Uhrata || Griever ||
LIzabeth was relived that the Queen wasn't going to punish her for taking a ex-shinigami into her care. She looked around and saw that everyone was leaving. She turned and made her way to her throne room, Hono needed to start training and Hollowify as soon as possible.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:30 pm
ｓａｙ || ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ || ｂｕｔ || ｓａｙ || ｗｈａｔ || ｙｏｕ || ｍｅａｎ 
There leader was someone you don't want to mess with and Cassius knew that the first time he saw her. On top of it all the constant nagging of the Espada to their leader was enough to even drive Cassius insane. He knew that Espada didn't have emotions, or they didn't really show much affection other than to themselves. He sighed realizing that even showing up here was becoming a waste of time. He placed the guitar back in its case and closed it shut. "Yea yea....I'm coming." Cassius responded to Devereaux's tugging on the only sleeve he had left. God he's like a dog that's been kicked around to much, I wonder what he was like before all of this.
[exits]
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:41 pm
That's all very well, but everybody left this room. And trust the Espada to be a little more...say...prudent this time around.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:43 pm
Redera Issun That's all very well, but everybody left this room. And trust the Espada to be a little more...say...prudent this time around. I just needed somewhere to post this.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:51 pm
Sure thing. They'll be able to sense it anyway. Leaving again without getting chewed out in the future on the other hand. Ha ha.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 3:55 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns Castaeva returned, a faint guzzle of blood still evident across on one side of her temple from the brief blow. The rich and vibrant color had meshed a crimson streak in a jagged manner across her platinum blonde locks. Her expression kept secret to her hidden discord. What was done, was done. She kept telling herself as she began to settle into her seat. Among the empty halls that echoed in silence, Castaeva attempted to relax. She removed one of her shoes, that of which held a pebble. Sharp and obtruding, it fell into her hands. The annoying little speck was necessary but not while she still sat. The reason why she kept this bizarre and painful habit was to prevent herself from falling asleep on her feet. How she hated it still. At any point, it had been a mistake to have done so.
Sleep feigned her almost at once. Her eyes sunk into disaster as her head lolled to the side. Behind closed eyes swirled a realm that surpassed her understanding. A woman. Two children. Fire. Bullets and carnage. All of which that tore from her body and in soul. She writhed in her dream, trembled. Her body locked up, rigid from the terrifying cataclysms that made her that way. But again, this unfathomable dream sequence had been interrupted. Her consciousness had been aroused by some sort of disturbance in the planar force. She shivered momentarily. Not out of the odd display of hollow power that had waved in upon this realm. But from the effects of waking up in cold sweat and the feeling of cold steel. At any rate, she felt too vulnerable. Too unwilling, for she was still displeased from the events of today. Castaeva did not want to send out an Espada. Why? Why, when all they would do is cause trouble or either bring an unwanted souvenir? Why her Espada even walk among the fortress was a question that held very little reminders to their past oath. Her eyes were dark, her hair slightly wild with a red streak that had not yet dried thanks to the dampness of the sweat her night terror had provided.
She stood up, her breath still shaking in her lungs and propped up her saber. Suddenly the Queen looked so feeble and small compared to her mighty and resilient image that shook this land. Jaded golden eyes flickered here and there, rapidly. In them, they saw the ghostly after images of her dead past haunting her still in momentary succession. In her fear with mix of spite in exhaustion and anger, she began to charge double pairs of ceros from her eyes. The laser lines following where her gaze had traveled. Rapid glances damaged the walls, small decorative pillars, and even the floors. She raised up her legs, hugging them as tears squeezed down from her face when she cradled her own teetering sanity. The distress signal from the outside realm was currently forgotten when Castaeva attempted to reclaim herself again.
[Training Posts for custom Technique : No Name]
Deep breaths were taken. Her body respiration getting slower as her nerves was simmering until they settled. She opened her eyes but merely looked forward. Then moments later saw nothing as the focus left her pupils. A trick she was taught when she was a child from whenever she was feeling the jitters. She imagined herself swimming backwards in a serene pool of warm blue. Stones of Lapiz Lazuli scattered around the ambient edges receiving the sunlight that poured over. It was a beautiful setting where not even she was there. Only in narrative perspective did she know of her existence. Whilst her time in ditching reality, her body was starting to lose it's physiology. So much that she was becoming intangible. Already the bottom half of her anatomy had started to sink down her chair.
Her silence was necessary. Nothing to disturb her ability. Nothing that would cease it. She merely remained, quietly sitting without panic. And soon enough her reiryoku level was disappearing off the perquisa of any others. Castaeva, bitter and still suffering from the aftermath of her recent narcolepsy effect had doubted the faith in her subordinates. Their possible concerns on her whereabouts was unlikely in her thoughts for they had better things to be doing anyway. She started to move her body far better than before.
Through constant silence she paced around the halls of her floor in the non damaged area. Normally Castaeva was a stickler for furnishings to be proper and neat but in the state it was in, it matched her own. And couldn't care less. It was almost as if her mind was slowly beginning to degenerate on it's own. Meanwhile she was getting a better depth. Then again, it wasn't as though she truly needed to try for she could just hover above the air using her air walk if she wished.
Her pigments were anyway had been regained. Anyone of spiritual sensitivity would see her form all the more. The only exception to this ability were the spiritually unaware organisms. With this ability Castaeva expected to transpire this into the living realm. Why send a high leveled and yet equally instable moron when she could go herself? The irony in that thought process led her to a swifter decision.
Through the last strike, she then uprooted back into her finesse. With her trembling fingers, she tore open a rather obtuse garganta. In it she stepped. Out, she had left. Into the realm of the living.
[[Exits to Karakura Cemetery]]
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