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Alucard sighed and rubbed his temple lightly at the words of the Lady from the Imperium of Mankind, and then with outcry of rebellion, It appeared as if he did not like Celestine or her "Do it or Die" attitude, but it looked like he had little choice. Working for Kumo meant he had to be diplomatic with these people and not careless. He didn't seem to like being put into corners at times like this, especially on his own home turf. The very cavern was a home to not just himself, but the rest of the Bounto too, and for them to be threatened with extinction over loyalty to an Organization that seemed to be looking out for Earth... would be unacceptable. It came down to were he would have to make the ultimate decision; Death for rebelling and staying a free spirit, or to Live under yet another oath to an organization that Kumo was already going to be allying with.

This would be a difficult decision for the red coat clad Bount as he didnt particularly like being ordered around by anyone, even Kumo never really bossed him like this. To remain as a free spirit may in fact be a nice thing, however compliance seemed like the best and only option at this point in time.

Seres, on the other hand, didnt seem to know how to react to the situation at present. The doll was scared, on the inside, of her inability to be effective as a weapon and a protector for her Master if things got nasty. She was also afraid that she might be destroyed. The police girl doll loved life, and her master, but this situation seemed to threaten everything she loved. Her timid voice only whispered to Alucard as she stood behind him, looking stone solid and sturdy. "Master..I..I don't want to die here, please...dont let them kill us." As she spoke softly, her body tremored in fear visably. Her weakness was her inability to hide her emotions.

Alucard sighed at his doll's words, and it wasn't because he was disappointed so much as he was having to come to terms with the other part of his Soul talking sense into him. He wouldn't be able to combat this fearsome foe, and since he already had a ticket to this group through Kumo, this might as well make his affiliation outside of the Monastery solid, and to further impress upon Heru the growth of the small, but budding Organization.

Alucard wasn't going to do this for anyone but Kumo Daikyu, as the red coat clad Bount had grown to accept the young Quincy prodigy as his master. So with the courage to speak and a mind firm on his decision, the bount opened his lips and ushered forth a sentence full of creepy. "My doll and I shall...join the Imperium under the name of the Unified Order of the Quincy, and we will serve directly under Kumo Daikyu as we exterminate Hollow and other threats to the human race. I hold no real loyalty to those who throw their lives down in self-righteous defiant glory for some wasted cause." As Alucard finished his statement, he was looking at Ume in disappointment as she died. The English Legend didn't seem to think much of her inability to trick an enemy or to play along with anything if she truly wished to remain free. The death of her brother also didnt phase him, as it was just another unrefined Bount with no sense of dignity to die like a Bount. It was a sad sight for Alucard, but he snapped his fingers and looked over his shoulder to Seres. "Prepare to defend me from the other Bount if they rally against me for my decision... Infact, if one of them so much as twitches... fire at will. I have no time for savages. This is a time in history when we must be refined and diplomatic to survive, and those who wish to act like monsters...can die like monsters."

Seres simply looked to Alucard and blinked before her eyes turned red and her smile widened into a wicked grin. The police girl then spun and raised up her Anti-Midian Assault Rifle - Harkonnen and kept it loaded and ready to fire at the first person to twitch. "Yes, master" was all she had to say.

A finely lacquered structure rode along the tunnels of the cavern like a primeval rode, invisible wheels leaving neither indentation nor any other manner of disturbance upon the cave floor. Throughout the entirely of its journey through the underground passage it left no evidence of its arrival as it levitated along. Finally, in the main chamber, the gathering place of Her kind, the vehicle came to a stop.

.:WithinTheCarriage:.

”It would appear that we have arrived, Madame.”

Brushing aside the curtains of one of Moria’s many ‘leisure rooms’, Leine entered, his eyes, both the bare one and the monocle’d one falling upon a scene of the utmost lewdity. Moria was naked, her attire strewn near the foot of the door. Her pale form however, was still concealed from view behind Ishtar’s coils as the ebony-skinned snakewhore wrapped herself around the Mistress, fanged mouth latched hungrily onto Moria’s own thin lips. The girl appeared almost desperate in a way, though Leine soon recalled that Moria was likely the only one capable of committing such acts with the venomous little slut without suffering from any side effects. The butler let out a soft laugh at such a charming sight before he turned his head just a little, spying the last of Moria’s servants.

Al Paca sat upon a chair beside the bed, exhibiting perfect posture as he crossed his legs, her hand-hooves pressed together neatly in his lap. Even as he remained seated, there wasn’t a single wrinkle of misplaced fold on his suit as he stared at the serpentine intercourse with big black eyes. As Moria let out a particularly luscious moan into the kiss, the curly haired alpaca extraordinaire seemed to shudder briefly. If Leine had blinked, he assumed that he likely would’ve missed such a motion. He turned his head back to Moria’s whose lips were still locked deeply with her Doll’s.

”Madame,” he repeated politely.

There was a faint pop! a moment later as the kiss was finally broken, Moria’s red-haired head turning to look towards her servant. Her face was stricken with sweat, and the moment that she saw him, she scowled. Leine never thought she looked lovelier. ”You have some nerve, interrupting me, Leine.”

”My sincerest apologies, m’lady,” the Doll replied, giving a low bow, though he found it impossible to banish the smirk upon his face. ”I merely thought it proper to inform you of our arrival. Also…”

”Also? Is there another article of verbal trash that you need to waste my time with, Leine?”

”A thousand pardons, m’lady, but it would appear that there is a woman here stirring up trouble.”

”I don’t know why you need to bother me with such petty details. The squabble of some young b***h is of little concern to me.” The Mistress jerked her head, tossing a dark red lock away from her face. ”If there is any reason as to why I should give a flying ******** about some whelp, please, do enlighten me.”

Leine’s smile widened. ”It would appear that the present troublemaker is more than our average fledgling. Please allow me to investigate further and I shall present to you the proper details.” The Mistress only gave a bored nod and Leine only beamed at the chance to fulfill his own devilish curiosity. He looked down to his shadow, his monocle glinting in the light as he invoked his power. As if an invisible hand was peeling his shadow from the floor like a sticker, the dark form rose, appearing flat at first, but slowly filling itself out until it appeared to be a proper replica of the very Doll that had summoned it. The two Leines grinned at one another before the second stepped past the first, the original slowly following, walking his doppelganger to the door, soon opening it as he mannerfully allowed his copy to step out of the Carriage before he closed it behind him, locking the door. The butler pulled away, taking a moment to adjust his tie before he turned, tailcoats flapping behind him as he returned to his Mistress in the instance that she requested something important, be it tea, scones or a harsh ******** the real work to the Echo.

.:OutsideTheCarriage:.

Leine’s Echo stepped forward, as posh and fine as his Original as he strolled along the cave floor. Removing the monocle from his eye, he paused before the upstart crows to wipe it clean before he slipped it back into place, allowing his bare eye to shut as he stared at the world through his little looking glass.

”Now isn’t this an unpleasant situation…”

And yet, Echo couldn’t have sounded more pleased.

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Leine had been just about ready to march back off to his Mistress when he paused, hearing a knock upon the door… Rather, several knocks, and not just any knocks but three precise raps against the finely lacquered wood, a touch that would make one’s presence known in the most courteous of manners. Surely, there was a most educated fellow at the door! Taking a brief moment to smooth out his suit, long, thin fingers pressing the fabric of his uniform, he then extended a gloved hand towards the door, unlocking it before slowly opening it. A second later, the butler was granted with a sight that thoroughly impressed him. Bearing a mask crafted from the finest porcelain, this unexpected guest was dressed in a manner that Leine could only describe with the word ‘perfection’. They were dealing with a true gentleman here. “Please sir, come in.” the butler spoke, beckoning towards the step that hung from the edge of Carriage. Even if the Outside was filled with many unpleasant fellows, Leine found it undesirable to turn away a guest of such distinction, and without fear, invited the man into Moria’s abode. After all, there was little to fear; only the possibility of staining his Mistress’ carpets with the blood of this fellow, though the Doll wished that he wouldn’t need to draw even a drop. Such an act would surely bring a stain to the man’s superb garments.

When the man did indeed, enter, Leine stepped away. “Please take a seat wherever you would prefer. As you can see, we have many to choose from, so please relax according to your tastes.” He beckoned to a sofa, one of many items for which one might rest his or her derriere upon. Shutting the door behind the man, the butler turned to look to him.

“I assume you are seeking an audience with Lady Halskette?”

The masked man got straight to the point, the Bount closing her eyes as she laid her head upon a cushion, seemingly only half-listening to the words that were uttered. She was completely silent, save for the occasional gasp or moan that would be elicited whenever Ishtar’s hand pressed down on a particularly sensitive pressure point. Only when Francis’ spiel was over did her eyes finally flutter open. She gazed at the masked man for a moment before she propped her head up upon her elbow, the elegant woman looking very much as if she were posing for a painting. “You say many things, servant of Smith,” she called, her thin lips twisting into a smile as her free hand traced small circles upon the cushion of velvet, “And yet, despite all of the s**t that just slipped past that mask of yours, you have failed to offer any reason as to why I should even make the effort to grace this master of yours with my presence? What does he have to offer me? As you can see, I have the most luxurious of quarters and I doubt that he is a man that holds the riches or wiles to satisfy me… After all, I’m a rather greedy woman. If I am to accompany you anywhere, fell messenger, I demand that you utter to my ears a single reason as to why I shouldn’t take this invitation and shove it right up your as-“

“M’lady, wouldn’t it be a wise decision to seek allies?” Leine interjected politely from across the room.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, Leine… Besides, we both know that I can probably murder anyone here in this Cavern if the urge hit,” She shot back with a scowl that was unpleasant enough to make flowers die.

“But he’s the leader of a nation, Mistress! He probably has a whole army that we can use!” Ishtar piped up, though averted her gaze towards the carpeted floor when Moria’s annoyed face went from Leine to her. She would have kicked the girl in the face if she were not giving such a damn good foot rub. Instead, she properly silenced the snakegirl by pressing her big toe against Ishtar’s lips, which she immediately took as an invitation to start sucking upon it. Moria purred, as if the feeling had brought her to a calmer state of mind as she paused for several long moments.

“…Once my business here is done, I’ll accompany to see this Master of yours.”

The very moment that their little chat seemed to be over, Moria turned away from Francis, shifting onto her back as the woman got comfortable. Her eyes soon narrowed to slits as she stared down at the snakegirl, Ishtar, watching as the dark-skinned nymphomaniac slipped her lips around the very base of Moria’s big toe. Her tongue flicked at it within her mouth. The Bount purred faintly, evidently finding some joy in the ticklish sensation before Ishtar eventually continued, sucking off each toe in turn. She, just like her Mistress, appeared to be unashamed about getting back to ‘business’ right in front of their guest. Like an owl, Al Paca’s head slowly rotated, turning away from Francis to look upon the two women. His entire posture remained the same, with neither hoof nor curl budging even a single micrometer. Even his long neck showed no sign of twisting. It only seemed as if his face migrated to what had previously been the side of his head. Francis was no longer worth his attention. Only the butler, Leine, seemed to still acknowledge the presence of the guest as he eventually approached the spiffy fellow, easing a small silver tray of tea and assorted pastries onto the small table at the chair’s side. “Feel free to enjoy a snack while you wait, master messenger. If there is anything I get you, please, don’t be afraid to speak up. Anything at all, whether it be coffee, cake, a harsh ********… Ah, pardon. There go my thoughts again. Do excuse them!” Still, the bare eye blinked. It appeared that Moria’s vulgar nature had rubbed off on each of them in one way or another… Not that Leine minded at all. "But really... Anything at all.

The butler left Francis’ side, moving to seat himself upon a spindly chair, quite similar to the one that the messenger had sat himself down upon. Bringing his gloved hands to his lap, he left them there. It appeared that his Echo had yet to encounter any trouble.

Shizoku was seen running down throughout the entirety of the bounto caverns. his hands secrued wihin his pockets as he kept his sprint. he was looking for something. something important which would help him transform from a weak, simple hollow. into an actuall, full fledged arrancar. something shizoku had been questing for for quite a time hnow. he kept running, hearing the chatter of many others deeper within the caves. they were speaking of things he did not, nor could care less about. all he cared about, was the finding of the jokaishou stone. once an arrancar. phase two of his entire plan could come to frutition. "i need to find it, i need to find it," hecalled out, beads of sweat running down his neck as the pannic seemed to be growing to him. he needed this power, needed and both craved it. if he could find this stone, he could become an arrancar. if he could become an arrancar, he would have twice the power he already has, plus much, much more. once becoming an arrancar. shizoku could go forth and join the ranks of the espada. then he could aim for the stars. and kill the primera, taking the title, and the befriendship of the espada, heueco undos top fighters, as his friends and both soliders. he needed to, he just had to! shizoku dropped to his knees, fingers scrapping thorughout the dirt f the caverns as he was looking for this damn hard stone. while keeping himself un alerted to the others while they spoke. if he was caught, he was dead. something he could not afford. not when he had come this close. he continued to scrape at the dirt, his nails growing grime and such within them while he gritted his teeth. not loud enough that the others could hear, but that he could hear with the back of his head. "they'll kow who i am once im one of them.. i'll take hueco mundo for myself, and i'll become the top dog." he was speaking quietly tohimself. a normal case of either insanity, or craziness. each the same. but one worse then the other. shizoku crawled aorund within the dirt, his dark emerald green eyes gazing over the cavern, eyeing for what would be the key to his supposed salvation. maybe once he was within the arrancar ranks, he cold have rex train him to be just like him. or maybe not. it all depended on what was to happen in the months soon to come, where shizoku would train himself to fight the legendary rahvir. god, just thinkin about made his blood run cold. he wasnt nearly anywhere ready to face this man, no, this monster of a man. shizoku continued to crawl upon the ground. when spotting what he thoght to be on of the stones, he snatched it up instantly, but instead it was nothing more then his imagination playing horrid tricks upon his mind. damnit,he thought. this was getting on his nerves. something very, very hard to do. why was god toyin with him? what being would deprve a man of his mother, girlfriend, and life. then again,shizoku took his own life so that much didnt really count, but still. shizoku stood. and with that,began to run deeper and deeper within the bounto caverns. his dark green eyes still scanning out for the stone. such a tiring task. this had soo better be worth it for the simple hollow once it was all over. if it ever ended that is. shizoku began to pick at the walls, literally clawing into them as he finally scanned t. seing the gorgeous piece of stone. it marveled him, hypnotized him to know he had at last found it. grasping the jokaishou stone within his hands. shizoku began to walk out of the caverns. his hands gripping it as he sighed. now he could do what he had wanted to. this time, he would not merely degrade from the most powerful of the menos grande, and beocme a mere dog of the hollows, so to speak. shizoku had officially stepped out of the bounto caverns. unscathed and unharmed. his eyes closing while he then sat down for a brief second. taking in the cool night air which came calmly across his face. his sweat glands closed up, the stench of grime and mildu cloaking his entire body. god, he needed a shower of some sorts. something to take his mind off of things. shizoku stood back up after about five minutes of waiting. his hands placing the stone within his pockets while he then began to jog. his arms pulled back so the air would pres up against his body while he let his legs do what they needed to do. soon, he thought. soon he could have the power many dreamed and tried to attain. but it would be all up to him, and only him. no that was a lie. he had the help of many more. rex, asura. they would help him attain his power, they would teach him the true values on how to use it. it all just needed time at this point. and time was something sizoku had. after all, he was going to be alive forever now. an immortal among men. a god... heh, that was just over doig it. shizoku began to open up a garganta he'd opened up earlier befoe. stepping through it afterward as he left the entire plains of earth itself. and travled back to his home, of caer paelyn. as he was traveling throughout the garganta. shizoku thought of how powerful he could become. what element was to be his. he hadnt trained in so long, it had escaped him really. darknes hade always been his friend. darkness had always been the only friend there for him. all he ever had really been, was alone. a lonely soul to wander throughout the universe, forever and ever. nothing more then a wanderer. the garganta closed behind him. as he began his conquest for power...

[LindL: Im sorry but how did you just get a Stone? You have to actually request one from one of the holders to attain one. There's no way that I would accept this as legitimate. ._.]

(( My apologies for the horrible post... I was struck with a terrible bout of fatigue near the end. OTL )

Echo stared as he was addressed by the strange woman. She spoke of herself, and in out of habit, he gave an orderly bow. “I am the Shadow of Leine, the First Dog of Lady Halskette. Please feel free to call me Echo. Might I address you as Madame Guillotine? It would certainly fit your business more than that saintly title you claim to bear.” The posture of the Doll’s shadow became straight as he smoothed out his attire. His eyes fell upon Celestine before he gazed upon the most recent amongst the slain, who by now, was little more than an unrecognizable pile of ash. Poor fellow, whoever he was. “And this is what the Imperium suggests to be diplomacy? My goodness! Your acts would certainly bring a smile to Bloody Mary.” Alas, even when death was abundant, Echo failed to abandon his charm. “I do believe my real body has just brewed a fine pot of Turkish tea, so I’ll do my very best to make this quick, Madame Guillotine.”

Echo brushed his gloved hands together, pressing them together before he brought his joined hands to rest against his belly. “Lady Halskette does not require your protection. She requires only pets, and thus she simply requests that you fell swine know your place and do what you were made to do. Bow your heads, lick her feet and call her Queen. Sounds simple doesn’t it? An order that even a brute such as you is capable of following, no? Abide by that, and I’m quite sure that we’ll all get along just dandily.”

They had not come here for a fight, but it appeared that with the given circumstances, they likely wouldn’t be leaving without one. Shame. Even if he was simply the shadow of a butler, Echo had little desire to soil his cuffs, which gazed down upon regretfully, torn at the concept of seeing the, covered with blood. Perhaps he would be able to slip back off to the Carriage and they could all just zoom away and let everyone else get wrapped up in this little war of relations?

Actually… That didn’t sound all that bad.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I do suppose I should be getting back to my Mistress. Do feel free to kill any of the others around here. Lady Halskette doesn’t care very strongly for her kin.” After all, she merely sought them as entities created to praise her idolatry… But they all far too proud to offer homage to the Mistress. A fiery death, at this point, seemed like an awfully fitting fate for the lot of them.