It was. . . strange. Yes, that was accurate. It was strange to watch from afar the arrancar whom was going crazy on this lifeless city. The purple eyes of another, a singular being, laid upon her for a moment until she made that Sonido. It was obvious to anyone around or, who might possibly be around, that she was powerful and not to be trifled with. Of course, even he understand the strong for what they were and that made him happy, if you could call it that. A appreciation for a being of equal if not greater strength; it'd blossomed from his own past notion of there never being another on his own level. Even now, to spare the weaker hollow around him, Takafuno lessened his own spiritual pressure greatly as to not crush them under his presence. This was a gift to them if anything. They were so weak. . and he was so strong. They should be happy that he allowed them to even exist in the slightest. "Of course, sparing the weak could be my downfall one day."Death. It was something he actually looked forward to sooner or later; especially after having lived for so long. While he didn't wish to die horribly, he did wish to no longer be apart of this world. It was nothing when you were alone.
Still, that was for another time and this was for this one - having found someone on par for him to actually notice brought a feeling of solace to his heart. When was the last time he could rightfully say he felt another hollows presence? It'd been so long since there'd ever been a challenge that it hardly was worth attempting to find one, but this? This felt good. Her strength felt good. The needless destruction of a already destroyed area, however? It seemed a tad bit excessive in his eyes, but no one saw the world the same. Slowly, Takafuno rose from his seated position off the edge of his current building and, as he did, a large serpent like hollow raised up behind him. His response to this, however, was nothing. No movement. No scream. Not a single tense breath. No, it was in fact as if the hollow didn't exist to him in the slightest, but it was obviously right there in his presence. It screeched loudly while rushing in; water quaking off it's body as it's mouth grew gap in an attempt to swallow the stronger being up. Takafuno couldn't blame it for attacking. The more powerful you were, the more attention you drew. It was the way of the world, after all.
Just like that he'd been swallowed up whole all at once. The large hollow retreating instantly into the depths of the abandoned city, going deeper and deeper into the waters. Before you knew it, a sudden c***k sound had taken place - the waves splitting as it rose on into itself. Something had obviously down this damage and it was evident as the Arrancar slowly paced himself out the middle of the crashing waters, his blade returning to it's sheath with a long winded sigh. There wasn't the slightest tinge of excitement from that at all. ". . . I wonder when night falls here. . ." Just as his fellow hollow was doing, he too looked outward onto the horizon with a bored, almost lacking expression. As if he hadn't just been eaten and taken to the bottom of a sea. His words, though quiet, stuck out enough as if it were an attempt to spark conversation with her, though his head wasn't pointed in her direction particularly. Obviously, it was a sign of acknowledgement at the least, which he rarely showed. She was strong. He was strong. In a world garnered by strength, those who were strong stuck out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:52 pm
Luan Sloane The Segunda Espada, Espada of Desire and Destruction "'Those tempted by the sweet allure of flame..." ---
As more rubble cascaded down around Luan, she began to feel like she was being watched; there wasn't many people who could sneak up on her, but the faint signature didn't reek of shinigami, she pretended not to notice. Her eyes were still locked onto the horizon when a faint screech could be heard from near where the figure was, a sigh escaping her lips as the hollow plunged into the water, whatever had been watching her now being dragged to the depths of the ruined city. Looking down into the water now, her mind began to mule over the similarities of the depths of the oceans and the depths of Hell, wondering if the two could somehow be connected; improbable was her conclusion, sighing lightly as she cracked her neck. Stretching suddenly, she was broken from her relaxed state when a faint c***k sounded from below, water exploding to a decently high height almost immediately afterward. The eyebrow above her visible eye rose in slight confusion, lowering when she saw the other Arrancar walk from the water, completely dry and unscathed in entirety. So, one who was on her tier of power, wandering the desolate and deserted place like she was?Whether the motive of his appearance was clear or not to her, the sheathing of his blade made her a little more calm as he approached, her eyes once more locked onto the sky.
When the other came to stand by her side, looking over the now cleared airspace toward the horizon, she turned to look at him for a few moments. Her yellow-green molted orb quickly traced the other's person, feeling out his compressed reiatsu level as subtly as possible. Ah, the one who in his sealed form could be even stronger than she was, which was something she never thought she would have to admit. Turning to look back at the horizon, she released a small sigh of her own before resuming her previously interrupted stretch. "I was actually just wondering about that myself..." She spoke softly, mouth opening to continue but shutting before she could speak. It was a rarity, probably for them both, to exist in such proximity when the sand had once been their only connection. "This might come off as a wanton question, but how old are you? I'm not trying to bust your balls, but your apathy and control betray you." She said, having had to mull the question over in her mind before opening her mouth. Now actually facing her comrade, she took this time to really take in his visual image, noting every aspect of what she could see into her memory instantaneously. For someone who could very well be as old as her, the man could prove useful to her in the future: after all, it's always a good idea to make allies for future purposes.
--- "...shall be eaten whole and spat into Hell for your sins."
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☩Arturo Plateado☩ is not amused by your s**t
Arturo stepped out into the open air, the sear shifting beneath his feet. Obviously that woman had done her fair share of damage and rather quickly. Still, not something the Tercera could call distasteful. They didn't have ties here, they merely hunted here, preying on the weak and devouring them for more of their strength. The pleasure of the kill, the rush of battle, the absolute confidence of toying with the weak, each calling was different to the hunter. But there were other matters to attend to, mostly catching up to his comrade, whose voice echoed along the waves and buildings of the desolated streets. Apparently these two were not alone.
Instead of helping out Luan, Arturo took his time, his golden eyes darting around, catching the shadow of something on the water. It wasn't from below, so obviously it was a non-aquatic beast. Moving closer, he saw but a leg. Some form of wall scaling hollow attracted by the uninhibited waste of the Segunda. With a meager Bala, he exposed the creature, or rather, enough of it, to Sonido the distance and catch it with the tip of his La Espada, the blade tearing through the mid section of the wall crawler as it fell into the sea below, followed by its attacker. Tearing off the only bit of it he could get, which was the tail, Arturo began to eat it slowly, enjoying his prey. The body would be used to foster other hollows to devour later. A little sacrifice now for bigger prey later. Munching on his food as he went, he casually neared the two as they spoke. No point in hiding, he didn't seem to be among enemies here.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 11:47 pm
It was interesting to watch the fading visage of the sun here, in a place where life used to spring so vividly. Being used to the cold sands of Huceo Mundo, Takafuno learned early to take in beauty for what it was, even if what he gazed upon was something so. . . insignificant. The sun setting; how would that ever effect him ever? Possibly, he was strong enough to wipe out the sun itself, so why would he even attempt to look at something beneath him? Well, that was an answer for another day. In the current time, a question had been asked of the one peaking with strength close to his own. For a moment his purple eyes gazed over to her. taking in what he saw. She was a woman. No, not a woman. She was a female. Woman was too subject for him to actually think. Secondly, her question; why'd she ask about his age of all things? Did he portray a younger prospect than his actuality or maybe she was just curious why he'd asked her about the sunset? Light conversation was no issue to him, he supposed. Even so, he did need to be prepared just in case she raised her blade to him. A battle between the two would probably rip a space in the continuum.
"Hmm. . . you know, that's a good question." For a moment he mused over his own age and how long he'd been existing in the world. What was it, a thousand years? Two thousand? Three? The answer to her question he couldn't properly find, no matter how hard he was trying. As the sun slowly set over the horizon, the Arrancar finally spoke once again in unison with the dip beneath the crevice."I don't know how long I've been existing anymore. I've given up on counting, but, if I had to guess, I'd say. . . over four thousand years or so old. Probably older than that." The lack of excitement in his voice was just. . . cold. As if he didn't care to speak to this woman and yet, at the same time, he dared her to stop talking to him. It wasn't like he was going to attack her or anything, but he surely didn't like disrespect. It was one of the few things he might've actually gotten riled over, if anything. As the conversation continued, if the conversation continued, Takafuno sat his Zanpaktou on the air and took a seat on it plainly, his eyes now floating from the other near him to the one who'd appeared down below. Now, this one had gained his slight animosity.
For a moment it seemed like he could see every action the hollow had preformed. From his entrance to his attack; all knowing by the radar comprised deep within his soul. Taka was connected with the world on a scale higher than most were capable of, but he didn't show it much outside of his general lack of concern for weaker beings. It is to say, he cared, but he didn't care; a odd mixture if there ever was one. The matter at hand was what made him stare so intently to the one looking back up at them, whether he was in his sight or not didn't matter, Takafuno knew exactly where he was. "If this weakling is a friend of yours I advise you to inform him to keep himself in check. Eating the meals here will only make you weaker." Particularly his voice had risen higher, like he'd gotten angry by the fact this lesser hollow dared hunt in front of him and make it seem as if he'd actually enjoyed it. What was there gained for going for prey that stood no chance against you? Where was the excitement? It was his own way of thinking, but the Primero had no issue with subjecting these thoughts to others. Especially the weak.
Luan Sloane The Segunda Espada, Espada of Desire and Destruction "'Those tempted by the sweet allure of flame..." ---
Existing...What an appropriate choice of diction to describe their pitiful excuse for a life; all mortals strive for the chance to live forever, but the lore forgets to mention how lonely forever can be. As the sun began to set, the wild colors that shot across the sky also seemed to bounce off of her visible eye, creating a sight akin to that of the Northern Lights on her iris. The only two reasons why Lady Storm would venture to this desolate place was to attract the attention of Shinigami, or so she could experience something that sparked a hint of genuine emotion in her cold heart; beauty was something to be cherished, as was light and warmth. Though none of these things came remotely close to touching her mile-thick facade, it did force a half-winded sigh to escape her lungs; she was honestly bored with living, especially if it meant that fighting was a rare occurrence. Now that there wasn't anything distracting her from the man beside her - her eyes having had taken in enough of the visual to sate her softer side - Luan seemed to turn without moving, her body rotating without disturbing the water beneath, now facing the man who was now sitting on his zanpakuto. "Look on the bright side; few can say they've graced the sands for more than a few millennium. Unlike him..." She spoke, acknowledging Arturo's presence with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Neither of the two turned to visually acknowledge the other's presence, but they seemed to know his whereabouts nearly simultaneously.
Immediately after speaking, she sensed the general annoyance that the other felt toward Arturo; it seemed only natural to feel a variety of negative emotions towards the Scornful one. A light chuckle escaped from between her lips, evolving gradually into a full on laugh, grabbing her sides lightly before quickly calming herself. "A friend? Of mine? If I were to have friends, I would hope they would have enough common sense to refrain from eating dirt." She spoke louder, audibly enough so that her voice could be heard by both of her fellow Arrancar. While Arturo was capable in combat, he was too consumed by natural instinct to discern what was palatable for one of his caliber and what wasn't; hunger drove him to consume, so everything was on his menu. How it must be so nice to have such a large variety on the menu... She mused internally, not remembering the last soul that she could actually feel swelling her with power. Even when she went around Hueco Mundo and consumed nearly 2000 Adjuchas in the matter of a few minutes, she felt only the slightest tinge of satisfaction. "The name's Luan Sloane; yours?" She asked, folding her arms lightly beneath her bosom as her eyes locked on the man directly in front of her, while her concentration was split four different ways. Takafuno and Arturo were her two main focal points, but she was keeping tabs on all the hollows that surrounded them, be it in the buildings, air, or sea, and she was also feeling for any hint of a Shinigami's presence. At the first sign of a shinigami's arrival, the three could easily take them out, lest they're intelligent to arrive in force. That was, if they even still cared about the world they were once sworn to protect.
--- "...shall be eaten whole and spat into Hell for your sins."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:11 am
☩Arturo Plateado☩ is not amused by your s**t
Finishing up the little bit of food he had torn from the patsy Hollow, or perhaps it was a fodder Hollow in this case, he turned his attention to the calm duet in the sky. At some point, the conversation had apparently turned to him, but Arturo wasn't in range to either hear nor respond. He had been temporarily more concerned with his meal rather than burn the energy to shout at them or even intrude on their rather lifeless chat. What the hell were they even talking about anyways that kept them so quiet? You couldn't exactly hold a calm face forever, so obviously it must have been something so absolutely trivial or so perfectly estranged from normal speech that the way the conversation went didn't even matter. Arturo didn't know if that made them simpletons, easily amused, or just generally and naturally dull people.
Deciding that there wasn't much else to do, the Tercera finally joined in the conversation, at least, to a degree. When he did get within easy hearing and speaking distance of the two, he remained quiet, the hard golden gaze shifting first from Segunda to Primera and then back again. It wasn't some challenging threat of his eyes, merely an observational glance. The man wasn't insane, that was some other person's job. With his arms folding across each other, he just held his silent stance, seeing which way this conversation took its turn. If it was boring, he'd just leave, simple as that. Actually, he was betting on that outcome the way it had been relatively quiet speech moments ago.
In the distance of this quite world of the human, stands a man shrouded in a dark coat. The coat he wears is ripped in the bottom and his face is covered by a hood. You can see his sword under the coat, but the end is sticking out a bit and is noticeable. He sees three beings, each look like Arrancars. He walks up to them and stares at them."...Why are you all here?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:32 pm
"His ignorance shows his inexperience. I won't pay much more mind to weakness." Cold and desolate; his homage paid to his upper echelon mindset as being a being of high power. Of course he'd looked down on someone weaker than him, especially doing such things as hunting the weakest prey they could find. There was no excitement in picking on the weak. No enjoyment in beating up the lesser. In fact, if this third thought himself so powerful, why not challenge a being welcome to the fight, such as Takafuno himself. Attempting to eat him and succeeding would be something to gloat about to his meager hollow pals, if he had any. Going off the 3rd to the one who'd appeared before him, the second, Taka seemed to actually eye her with a gaze matching that not of a predator, but someone with interest. Her body type was attractive. She seemed to be smart enough to know when and where to actually hunt; she'd be suitable for a mate if anyone powerful were ever looking for one, but Midori had explained something to the aspect of; "dating." to Takafuno that made no sense at all. It'd be something he'd have to question her later about, but as of now, there were other things to attend to.
Her laughter on the topic of his words made the indigo eyed emperor blink in slight surprise. Was something funny about what he'd said or was there some joke on the matter? "Perhaps you should inform him of his misdeeds early. it'd be suitable of you." Far inbetween were his words; rarely did he speak so much in one day, outside of dealing with the constant antics of his Fraccion. It was. . . tiring. Still, he'd allow it as much as he possibly could for now. This female held his attention for the time being and hopefully she wouldn't bore him anytime soon. It was rare he got to speak to another on his tier of power. "Luan? A unique name, considering I don't hear many from hollow nowadays." He'd drift a bit on air as his Zanpaktou was removed from beneath him and now stood upright in his palm. With a swirl the weapon, whilst still in it's casing, met the Arrancars upper shoulder. "Takafuno Yaanichi. You can address me as Taka if you prefer, but that is a allowance only to you. If you're. . . acquaintance, dared refer to me as that I'll remove his head before the last letter is said."Why was he telling this to Luan instead of the one before him? She was of higher strength. Respect given to her, of course, but the other? Bad taste had been left in Taka's mouth just from his little show beforehand.
More conversation would undoubtedly sprout as time went on, but it seemed like another visitor decided to come into the stray conversation of the three, or rather, two. Luan and Taka talking amongst themselves while the third was just there, watching. Others of course were on the edge of the area, waiting for a chance to eat all of them alive. Thought Takafuno didn't acknowledge him, the third in the area was also powerful. He just wasn't strong enough to garner his attention. Paying a glance from Luan, Taka peered over to the hooded figure with a bit more animosity than he usually would give. No longer did he hold his Spiritual Pressure back for the sake of the weaklings around him. Instead, he let it fly free and the area to quake as he did so. It might've alarmed the others that he was preparing to attack, but it was a warning for the newest being to enter the area. He didn't like this tone. His DEMAND. Takafuno took demands from no one, nor questions that were spoken in such a tone. If he wanted to know what they were up to, it'd have been better for him to beat the information from him. "The better question is, who do you think you're speaking to?" His answer would spell the beginning of either a battle or a comforting conversation. Rest assured dominance would be displayed.
Luan Sloane The Segunda Espada, Espada of Desire and Destruction "'Those tempted by the sweet allure of flame..." ---
When the other spoke, the side of his lip curled upward slightly into a half-smile as the other shared the same sentiment toward those so drastically lower than one's self in power. One of the many reasons she had let Arturo slay the hoard of Adjuchas that was galloping across the sands not too long ago. Though her eyes remained locked on the man in front of her, she began to feel something else approaching the party, his strength unable to be determined from this distance. She allowed her eyes to flit momentarily in that direction, almost invisibly fast, not seeing anyone immediately; so they still had a little more time to talk before he showed up, much like Arturo, to ruin their fun. "I've had enough of my time wasted listening to the ramblings of a wronged child; you can have a go at 'im if you want, though." She teased, smiling lightly toward the other before she adjusted positions, holding her hands behind her back and placing the majority of her weight on her left knee, assuming a generally relaxed stance. The Primera lifted from his zanpakuto almost magically, mirroring her ability to literally glide effortlessly through the motions, a rare quality indeed. A full smile spread her lips, her curiosity officially peaked in a new way. What she wouldn't give to sit down and talk about his life; alas, the man seemed short for words, conversation not being his most favored action, so the likelihood of it happening appeared miniscule.
Upon his calling her name unique, her face seemed to suddenly change, her facade slipping a little under the man's piercing gaze. For someone so intense, she would either have to drop her mask in front of him or actually put effort into keeping herself dulled down. She spun around absently, taking a couple of steps back, tapping a finger to her lips as she pondered for a second, spinning around and retracing her steps back to her original position."Hmm ... Taka has a nice ring to it." She added, smiling lightly toward the other after her moment of pondering. Familiarity this early on? Seeing as she had no background knowledge of the man, it would have been rather difficult for her to make an assumption of his conformability with her so early on, so she decided that utilizing her facade was still necessary. "And pl-" She began, instantly turning in mid-sentence, silencing herself as the other finally reached the group.
Her eye now locked onto the hooded man that stood before them, feeling the other's eyes leave her as after she broke initial eye-contact. She tucked her bangs behind her ear, revealing her purple and blue eye so that her vision would be better when she felt a sudden pressure release beside her, a small sigh escaping her lungs before she began to release the same amount of spiritual pressure as the other, remaining unaffected. If one of her fraccion, she would have blasted Arturo back so that the combination of the two didn't pulverize him if unprepared, buildings in more than half of the city now rapidly collapsing into the ocean. She smiled lightly, assuming a more defensive position as she widened her stance and crossed her arms under her chest once more. The two together were extraordinarily powerful; she wondered how things would go if the two were to get into a fight with a multitude of Captains... Her thought process was interrupted when Taka decided to address the newcomer, allowing her lips to remain sealed. She removed her hands from beneath her chest and clasped them in front of her, attempting to appear slightly more innocent while lessening the distance to her blade. She knew that if the other even attempted to move before addressing one of the two, she would have a blade through his chest faster than he could recognize she had already entered, exited, re-entered, and re--exited her Sonido before the first step sounded. It was now the mysterious man's call; whether he wanted to fight two people of this power level and Arturo or act civilized was unrecognizable by his flat voice, leaving the defensive only natural to resort to.
--- "...shall be eaten whole and spat into Hell for your sins."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:15 pm
☩Arturo Plateado☩ is not amused by your s**t
Weakling? Ramblings of a wronged child? Here he was remaining silent and all they did was act as if he didn't know any better. Just because they were lazy high horsed individuals did not mean that Arturo had to restrain himself to never hunting again. They spoke of challenge and wastefulness when they wouldn't even bother filling their stomachs, as if they expected meals to be delivered to them on a platter of the finest metals. Either these two were imbeciles of the highest caliber or had never done anything outside their own volition. Before Arturo could even open his mouth to begin his own verbal assault on the classless morons in front of him, here came another hooded figure. What was he? Some masked hero of the day. Running his fingers through his hair, playing lightly with it as he rubbed his temples. Today was giving him a headache.
Still, hostilities seemed to be in abundance today. Arturo wasn't the only one looking for sport. Here they criticised him and then drew their weapons just as easily. Apparently their standards of game only applied to something that could talk. Not exactly hypocritical, but certainly an annoying aspect to deal with, and although Arturo would of course naturally fight it, it was an aspect the people gathered, sans hooded man, shared in common. After a few moments of silence, he placed a hand calmly on his hip, staring at the cold "Taka", sultry Luan, and still yet unknown figure. Just staring at them made the venomous urge to give them a good tongue lashing rise.
♨ № C E R O ▲ E S P A D A ♨ 『Sir Ashton, le Magnificent』 "ℳy solitude shall consume thy soul." ════════════════════════════ ...hold your tongue...
The man in the coat stood up straight from his limping position to get a good looks at the man with dark purple hair. He doesn't seem to care what happened to him because they dont know how powerful he really is. The emotion in his mind was blank and empty because he had no feeling of how this man would react to him standing in front of him."Well if you insist on knowing who I am. Then I will tell you...",The man uncovered his hood to show a middle aged man around his twenties with white hair and a dull look. He has one large earring on and on his neck is a '0' so people should know who he is."I am speaking to someone who has no idea who I am.....My name....is Ashton Vanderveir....Cero Espada, the Leader of Las Noches does that answer your question...". You could be surprised to see someone of his age be the leader of the Arrancar.
Ashton turned his head to get a good look at all three of them. He realizes that all of them were Arrancars, but in a human world? That was very unexpected to say the least. "Now answer my question...",Ashton brushed his hair back,"Why are you three in this world?"
...your words cannot save you...
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 5:39 pm
Rarely did Takafuno show outbursts of emotion in any form. From the way he handled his day to day Fraccion, to the way he spoke - even the way he held himself in general conversation like this, but here was where things began to differentiate themselves. Hues of purple stared directly to this newcomer as his cloak was removed. The expression laiden on the Arrancars face one not impressed by a single thing thus far. Only being he'd found even slightly interesting was Luan and that was mostly because of her tier of strength. This new man, however, he garnered Taka's attention on the side you wouldn't want it. Crashing waves, swirling air; storms forming overhead from the mixture of the two reiastu. It seemed as if the female Arrancar was on his side for the matter of an unnamed assailant who thought himself strong. Thought simply because he could stand before them he would gain some type of respect? Foolish were those conceptions and meager were his attempts to bring them down to his level. The purple headed Arrancar seemed to reach for his blade for a second; hand grasping the hilt as it laid upon his shoulder. Was he preparing to attack or something of the sort?
"You. . . weak one, don't you ever look at me with eyes like that again. I'll kill you before you have the chance." It was a clear indication to not the masked figure, but Arturo. While it seemed Takafuno had been paying mind to only the one in front of them, he'd still been keeping tabs on the others as well. Primarily, the third which had shown up and displayed his pathetic skills through hunting. had been giving off this stare like he wanted to do something about Taka. If he dared eye him like that again, surely death would be the only thing left for him. If not by his hand, then by Luan's, whom he felt had the same tendencies as himself. With that taken care of hues burning shifted back over to the one who now spoke his name. . . and took no heed in speaking his supposed rank. Even for Takafuno, he found it a bit humorous that he thought himself their leader because he wore a certain rank. A BADGE just to show off and play as the figurehead for the entirety of Huceo Mundo. Such disregard for others whom stood clearly on his own level, if not higher.
"You must be hard of hearing, Cero. I didn't ask you who you were or to restate your question. What I asked was; "Who do you think you're speaking to?" I don't care for your rank or your question. Now, if you want to know why I'm here, why don't you attempt better conversation then merely assuming I'll answer you. Either that or I can run my blade deep through what you call a heart and this meeting can be adjourned." Was it cockiness that made Takafuno so severe in the situation? Perhaps he was attempting to pick a fight? Neither. The way this supposed leader had approached the trio wasn't very leader like at all. Demands are made from subordinates, not strangers. Especially not strangers able to cut you down at a moments notice. "It's your choice and I advise you to choose it well." Depending on his next answer would depend on Taka's next course of action. I he wanted violence, then surely violence would come. If he meant to spark simple conversation, then it was up to this; "Leader" to figure it out. Either way, the result wouldn't change how he'd treat this man. He was no different than anyone else.
♨ № C E R O ▲ E S P A D A ♨ 『Sir Ashton, le Magnificent』 "ℳy solitude shall consume thy soul." ════════════════════════════ ...hold your tongue...
The attitude of this man named Takafuno was upsetting, but Ashton can't seem to show it. He does not even want to show any emotion of this situation at all."I highly doubt I'll let you anyway...You see I only come for conversation....While you on the other hand want to force me to cause violence and I dislike that. But right now it is not about what I like or dislike. Right now it is about whether or not you want to fight against someone like me".Ashton pushed the front of his hair back and slowly ran his hand down his cheek and stared at Takafuno with his empty eyes. "The big question is....Why fight me if your going to cause problems for us all?",This type of question can decided stays clean from any battle or not. It all depends if Takafuno draws his sword or not."I am answering your question with another now it is your turn to answer my question for real....Choice is yours".
...your words cannot save you...
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 1:24 pm
Luan Sloane The Segunda Espada, Espada of Desire and Destruction "'Those tempted by the sweet allure of flame..." ---
The Lady of Storms stood next to Takafuno calmly, happy to assess the situation from the sidelines for the time being. Not restricting her spiritual pressure as much as she normally would have, she was free to assess the newcomer's power more freely. Her eyes would appear to glow slightly, a bright blue orb appearing in her left eye while her right eye glowed a bright gold. Scanning the Cero carefully, she laughed and was quick to reseal her spiritual pressure immediately. He didn't even appear to have faced a millennium of time in this life, but there was nothing she could say about his power level. From what it appeared, most of his power was drawn by his abilities in his true forms; something she had heard about in some Arrancar, like her first Arrancar friend, but lacked herself. Her eyes immediately stopped glowing upon him announcing his name, a smile parting her previously sealed lips. Vanderveir, eh? She had indeed heard about him in particular from her old friend, his zanpakuto being especially strong. They used to joke, once upon a time, that Luan's raw speed and power could be the downfall of such a strong Arrancar, though that was around fires of burning corpses in the ever-night of Hueco Mundo. Here, a fight of that magnitude might actually rip the dimensions apart, and that was not something she especially wanted to attempt today.
She extended a hand up onto Taka's shoulder when he began to get aggressive with Ashton, moving her thumb gently across the fabric of his jacket. Would he just calm down already? Even if he could match us, it's not worth dimensional catastrophe... She thought, sighing lightly before taking a few steps forward between the two parties. While she only took two steps, she would have appeared to have glided slightly as well, her distance being more of six full strides. "Ashton Vanderveir, was it? My name is Luan Sloane, the Segunda Espada." She continued, sauntering forward at a normal pace. "I've heard a lot about you, actually: from an old friend in a time not so long ago..." She began, appearing to flit around him instantly, creating a slight red blur as she appeared behind him, her hand on his shoulders, breasts pressed flush into his back. "You're strong, yes; but in the presence of a combined ten of yourself in years alone...well..." She purred, whispering into his ear as she traced her hands down his chest, fingers gently digging seductively into his clothing. "Even the most privileged pebble can't stand amongst the mountains." She concluded, kissing the other on his number before flitting away, appearing immediately back by Takafuno's side.
Turning now to the man beside her, she looked him over briefly before turning to face Ashton. Her right eye was now the only one to glow gold. "I'm sure you're capable of finding me if you would like to continue this conversation, Vanderveir. But please, this time be more respectful; if not, you're nothing more than a punk with the epitome of his legacy tattooed so blatantly upon his own neck." Luan snapped, her eye glowing fiercely green momentarily before it stopped completely, her attention once again returning to Takafuno. "And I know you are. If you'd like, i'll be in the desert a while longer." She spoke softly this time, smiling gently before placing a hand gently on his shoulder, walking a pace behind him before she disappeared, appearing beside Arturo. Raising both hands, she dragged them down simultaneously, creating two personal Gargantua. "Yours will return you to Las Noches, Trecera. Please comply and proceed." She spoke absently, her mind obviously elsewhere at the moment. She stepped quickly through her own, the mouth immediately shutting behind her, already well on her way back to the world of sand.
--- "...shall be eaten whole and spat into Hell for your sins."
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☩Arturo Plateado☩ is not amused by your s**t
Arturo muttered something under his breath. It appeared that everyone he was doomed to run into would be absolutely insane, one way or another. It only served to make a wicked, albeit harmless smile flash across his lips. He seemed to recall something like this happening before, not in the realm of Hollows mind you, but something the Humans did foolishly. As Luan finally decided to play more of her little games, he tilted his head calmly, waving her off. "Yes, yes I'll go back home. I grow weary of this company anyways. You'll know where to find me." He spoke, voice itching with irritability, walking through his Garganta that Luan had reopened, nodding a light thanks at her, more condescending than it probably should have been. Still, it was... sincere enough, given the Scorn's natural tendencies. [Exit to Las Noches]
