夜に持参氷
Hisoka Tsen
Inhaling deeply through her nose, Hisoka closed her eyes holding her breath for a few seconds before letting it out through her mouth. The effect was calming and when she opened her eyes again she was looking straight at Muteki, fixing her eyes on his like she were trying to look into his soul.
Her eyes were firey but she didn't ommit any aura that reflected her feelings, all of them concentrated into her eyes and only intended for the target that she laid them on. This made her look her normal bored self but to her target, she was anything but. Muteki was not her specific target but he had spoken. She'd never liked fighting amongst the other Espada but her sister really knew which strings to pull to annoy her. Even that basest instinct of sibling love was greater for the other Espada than it was for Reddi if she had any.
"You know what else is a great saying?" she said, locking her fingers together and pushing them away so that they cracked, "Hell hath no fury... You're a smart boy, finish that one off yourself" She then dropped her eyes to her fingers and, if anyone was paying close attention, it appeared that she sighed with more emotion than usual.
Standing quietly up, Hisoka gave a look around the room and then at the ceiling, "There are better things you could be doing, rather than wasting your reiatsu trying to show off when you're very obviously not impressing anyone so just stop!" she said, her gaze now on Akuma.
Now that she was on a roll she wasn't going to stop. She wanted just to open a garganta right then and there and go to the soul society and slaughter everyone in sight until she herself breathed her last. It was such a simple plan, just do it. But she knew that it had so may flaws, that every little plan must be thought out, the flaws, the gaps, the disadvantages needed to be sifted through and for every one found, a solution had to be made to remedy it.
She moved towards the doors and opened them, they gliding soundlessly on their newly oiled hinges, letting in a bright white light which made her small frame appear like a silhouette against it. Turning her head to the side, she looked over her shoulder at Muteki and continued a little softer, "Do not speak to me of sound... It's the very thing that alerts the enemy that there is something not quite right and yet soothes them. Take a forest, full of singing birds, humming insects, gurgling streams, all in chorus with one another. Add an Espada, even a normal Menos to that scene. All that remains is a chill in the air and the deafening sound of silence. Without noise around them, they become more alert, their senses more finely tuned to their environment," she paused and turned her head forward again, still holding on to the edge of the doors, her body in a crucifix position and angled behind her, "Get used to the silence... I have..."
With that, she closed the doors as quietly as she'd opened them and walked down the huge, well lit corridor that led away from the room. As she walked, her kimono brushed against legs. She curled her hands into tight balls, her knuckles showing against her already pale skin. Her Zanpakuto was heavy against her side and was the only thing about her that was not quiet or calm. It was screaming for blood and, mentally, so was she. She needed to kill something so she'd left the room to cool off. It was the one thing that most people were afraid of, the quiet, a lack of noise. In a situation where there was a pause, it had to be filled immediately by idle chatter, or a cough, or else it was called 'an uncomfortable silence'. She'd always been quiet, been most at home with no sound. For her it held no fear but it was one thing that so many others disliked. Especially those who liked the sound of their own voice. She herself rathered to listen than to speak but discussion was the key to everything in Hueco Mundo. If there was no discussion, there was nothing but the silence to be heard in the vast expanse of Las Noches and that was a little unnerving for some.
Reaching the halfway point in the hall, she opened a garganta and stepped into its black, haunting throat, disappearing off to some place or other as it closed noiselessly behind her.
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