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Xzavior looked up, shaking his head. "Yeah... yeah..." He actually had no idea if anything was said to him or not. His mind had been elsewhere. He allowed his hand to grace the golden locket, hanging below his neck. Mother...
((It's short, because i don't know exactly how to make up for all of that interaction... I'll add more when i figure it out...))
((next in river))

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A garganta suddenly appeareed overhead as Agito droped out of it like a rock and landed on the ground still in the same laying position he was in when he opened it " wat a ride that was" Agito then stood and unsheathed his zanpaku-touin order to pick the gunk out of his teeth with he saw another hollow "so another weakling has decided to come and bow to me?..you may bow i am not to proud" Agito directed a cocky grin towards the hollow as he then pointed his blade at him and said " i said bow!"

( and heres were it gets good)
Agiot smiled as the hollow made an attempt to kill him and as Agiot went to dodge the head on attack then counter it with a backwards slash Agiot triped on a loose rocks and went head first into the blade of the hollow but as Agiot saw his iminanat demise he said to himself "...damn" and his head was cut through by the blade

Upon his return from the River, Van had grown somewhat bored with the inability to learn very many new things for the time being in his current establishment, and had sent his newest test subject to the resident Psionic of their Tra'al Organization in order to obtain the legendary Joukaishou stone that would allow him to release the beast within him that was dying to claw its way to the surface. Certainly the two dueling personalities were doing more harm than good brushing up against one another and fighting for dominance during the time of confinement that they had suffered throughout their days in Soul Society, and so it would be quite a lot of good for Cyril Leviathan to finally forgo the remainder of his life as a shinigami and begin anew as a member of the proud and far more interesting race of the vizard. To be honest, Van hadn't any interest in studying a simple shinigami warrior in order to make him stronger than the paltry sum of reiatsu that he had gathered thus far over the course of his meaningless existence, but knowing what type of power lay within the beast known as Cyril was just the sort of experimentation that Van had been looking forward to indulging himself in upon joining the Tra'al Organization. Back on Earth they would have blanched and immediately outcast him for deciding to let a man die in order to discover the full extent of their latent power and abilities, but in Hueco Mundo it was simply a right of passage in order for them to survive...if you needed to die to become strong, then death was absolutely the only option for you. Van would have killed the young man himself with an excessive amount of pleasure extracted from the process had it been within his power to distribute the Joukaishou and test the shinigami before allowing him to become one with the dark voice and spirit that lived inside of him...no, he was never really the 'good' doctor as many pictured a scientist to be, instead he was the stark raving mad lunatic who loved to watch the world around him burn just to make the creative wheels turn. That was what made his mind so sharp, he thought with a devilish grin, knowing that there was nothing that he wouldn't do in order to become more adept at his chosen craft, wiser in the knowledge that he had obtained and comprehended from throughout the world, and far stronger both politically and physically as a result of all that he had seen and done. Morals weakened the body, mind, and soul...ethics were merely an excuse for the squeamish to run away when the going got tough and it became necessary to tear out one's own innards simply for the sake of one's own evolution as a scientist first, and a warrior and leader second...and oh, how he pitied the weak-minded fools who did not see the perfected logic in his science. Never would they know the power that he held within his hands as he raised the pale flesh into the sky and called out the names of the ignorant scientists that had mocked and ridiculed him as an unethical freak, outcast him because he held within his mind ideas that were radical and brilliant beyond all their comprehension...only through demonstration and complete desecration would they see what a shining light they had let straight from their own nest and into the den of the one enemy that they could never abide. Tra'al was a bloodthirsty beast in the hunt for its next kill, it's next conquest on the horizon being whatever enemies showed themselves before the most powerful organization in all of Hueco Mundo...and now with the brilliant mind of the most talented Arrancar Scientist to ever live at their beckoned call, there was no limit to the incredible power at their disposal. Indeed, the pompous arrogance shown by the human scientists on Earth who had rejected him would be their ultimate downfall, and Van would relish the looks on their faces when he opened up a garganta to the Earth, as he was doing right now as he raised his hand to the sky and opened the blackened portal, and through it en mass walked Rahvir, Naniyori, and the breadth of Tra'al's intimidating force. Gazing into the abyss with his lens-covered eyes, Van couldn't help but think about that day...the day he had been waiting for since the day he died. The one day that he would truly feel alive once again.

Cyril trudged his body through the sand. It wasn't that he was clumsy but so heavy when he walked that with every step he sunk into the sand a bit more. While slightly inconvenient at times, Cyril really did enjoy his new home. He had seen alot of Hueco Mundo already but hasn't even scratched the surface. Hueco Mundo was in all respects endless. At least it had seemed to be. Cyril thought to himself that he could run at a full sprint and it would still take 1000 years to see all of Hueco Mundo. Thoughts like this swept across his consciousness quite often it seemed, however now was not the time for a philosophical debate, but rather to focus on the task at hand. No matter the cost Cyril would get stronger. Soul Societies nightmare was only just about to begin. The balance of power would shift, and Cyril wish for nothing more than to be apart of the cause. The logical first step then was to embrace that which was apart of himself. The newest part of himself. His inner Hollow. Leviathan had always been inside of him but it was different now. He was separated. He had his own world now. No longer did he wait quietly in the shadows. No he took a more active roll now. He was overjoyed anytime Cyril formed the mask giving him the freedom Leviathan had always desired. He owed most of it all to Van Argiano the Arrancar scientist that has taken him as his personal science experiment. A situation the he had been quite pleased to this point. As such he had no reason to deny the orders that had been given to him at this current juncture of his training. He was to learn basic Hollow techniques that were sure to be useful in battle. Cyril gladly accepted the challenge as he was currently working on the ability to create a Garganta. A task that could be described as nothing short of enormous. Sweat beaded off his battered brow as his hands were raised high into the air. He had come very close thus far opening only a stitch in the sky. Ripping the whole between the two worlds wasn't really the hard part to him. It was having the concentration to keep them open. His next try seemed to get closer but was only a mere mockery of what the true Garganta looked like. Clenching his teeth in anger Cyril focused his energy once again as Leviathan softly whispered suggestions in his head. Suddenly and without hesitation a fully formed Garganta burst open alighting Cyril with great joy. It seemed Leviathans tips were truly useful when it counted. It really was were he felt home, thusly it was where Cyril felt at home. Practicing over and over again Cyril opened and closed a Garganta proving to himself that before wasnt a fluke and that he had in fact mastered this basic Hollow technique.

He sat down for a few moments and decided to have a rest, and some lunch. While Cyril saw himself as intelligent and dignified he was still a big man. A big man who enjoyed a big meal. Planning for his training session ahead of time Cyril laid out a large piece of cloth and set out the food he had prepared for himself. The first course, a large loaf of crunchy bread accompanied by a wheel of cheese. Though not many knew it Cyril was in fact French in life. It seemed to have carried over into his new life as a soul reaper and newly formed Vizard. To drink he brought a finely made bottle of Saki. He poured himself a glass and brought it up to his nose. The smell was sharp at first but seemed to have been aged almost perfectly. If there was anything no one would expect from Cyril it would have been his finely refined pallet. He ripped off a large chunk of bread and took a bite of it hungering and quickly followed it with a slice of his fine cheese. As Saki was a very sharp drink it stood to reason that the cheese would be a sharp one as well. He held his glass in his hand as he chewed savoring every flavor tantalizing his taste buds. The cheese was soft and melted in his mouth deliciously. Just thinking about the next bite made his mouth water even more. He Finished the bread and cheese as he cleansed his pallet with another glass of his aged Saki. The next course was even more delectable than the first. Cyril pulled out and unwrapped a large leg of wild boar. The boar had been braised in a thick and highly seasoned mustard sauce. Using his forefinger and thumb he pulled large chunks of the meat off the bone and placed them into his mouth with great delight. Wild boar was one of Cyril's favorite treats, and due to the excitement of the last few days he felt it was a good decision to treat himself to a special meal. Even being able to get wild boar in Hueco Mundo was a daunting task in and of itself. But with the first bite, all of the hardships of getting it in meant nothing as he savored every second of the flavor that teased his senses. The meat was moist and juicy with each bite. So tender and flavored. Cooking was a task that was overlooked by many, but the gift surely had landed with Cyril. He was hungry and regretted the fact that he had not brought the whole Boar. Never the less he did have another course to finish, dessert. Perhaps the most important course to the French, dessert was the measure of an entire meal because it was at the end. Even the greatest food could seem out of place if it was not ended as good as it had begun. For Cyril, nothing was better than the French classic. Crepe au chocolat. The small pastry roll was gobbled up almost immediately upon sight by the large warrior. "Ahhhh, C'est ci bon!" He exclaimed. Now that his meal was over he drained the rest of the bottle of Saki, nowhere close to being drunk. He was a large man and was not effected by alcohol easily.

Cyril decided that the next technique he would master would be the Spirit Shriek. For this, he would test his stamina under the Vizard transformation. Both hands reached up to his face to pull down the invisible mask. With a large explosion of reiatsu the mask was in place and Leviathan once again was free. Cyril had been told to concentrate his spiritual energy and release it all in one bellowing yell. His lungs filled as he concentrated a large amount of spiritual energy and released the yell out into the air. It screeched with the sound of two voices, the low pitch of Cyril, and the High pitch of Leviathan. A small strange Arrancar happened to be walkignn by at just that exact moment and seemed to be paralyzed almost instantly when he heard the shriek. It appeared that he was caught quite unaware and began to yell when regaining consciousness. "WHAT THE HELL MAN, WHAT THE HELL!" Leviathan laughed hysterically as the arrancar scurried away quickly. Quite amused at his new power he decided to keep the ball rolling and quickly spotted Van coming toward him in the distance. What a perfect time to practice the Negacion ability. He imagined Distorting space around Van as he walked catching him within the barrier almost on his first attempt. He had been given permission to attempt this trick upon seeing Van as a test of his skills. It seemed changing the physics of space came very naturally to him. More than this as well it occurred to Cyril Leviathan that he had spent a considerable amount of time under his Vizard transformation now. It seemed his body and powers were growing stronger by the minute. It began to feel natural in this current state. How fantastic he thought. It was what he had always wished for. Abilities and power beyond his wildest dreams. Perfection seemed like an attainable goal for the first time. He imagined the release of Van Argiano from the Negacion as he revealed his true face once again as he removed his mask, letting it shatter into many pieces. He smirked grabbing a small item left over from his lunch and began to walk towards the scientist. As he walked he smiled even wider and unraveled the small package showing another delectable looking Crepe au chocolat. Being French as well Cyril thought the man would enjoy his cooking and get a little taste of home, in appreciation for all the Arrancar had done for him thus far. "Ah, Van Argiano. Just the man I have been looking for. I know you have a bit of a sweet tooth, so I made you a very special crepe. Trust me and eat it without hesitation. My blood lust can only be matched by two things in this life. Women and cooking." He spoke confidently to his teacher. It wasn't everyday that the two would get enjoy actual French cuisine in Hueco Mundo. Of course watching Van eat would be entirely rude so Cyril pulled out another for himself. Failing to mention of course he had already eaten one earlier. He was so excited to watch the man enjoy the dessert, that he decided to mark this occasion as a special one as well. With a spectacular show of slide of hand another bottle of Saki appeared. All that was needed now would be a pair of scantily clad women and it would be the perfect day. Action, food, power, and women. That was what life was all about for Cyril. He thought to himself and dreamed of women running along the sands of Hueco Mundo. Their hair flowing behind them as they laughed softly at the men staring at them. He couldn't help his mind wandering to the shapes of their hips swaying to and frow. The way the bosom seemed to dance with every single step of a gorgeous woman. It had been so long since he knew the touch of a female. The smell. The kiss. Although he did admit, he had seen a few Arrancar women that looked especially nice, however he thought it a bit inappropriate to hit on a woman the very moment he arrived. After a few minutes of lecherous thought Cyril snapped back to reality and watched Van try his Crepe au chocolat.

(Continuing from Central 46 pg 16 adding interaction from NPC Judge.)

Jax fell right into Hueco Mundo with his face hurting and the Stone in his stomach. "b*****d... I'm gonna nut check him next time I see him." He said and then stood up and started a chant to get to Earth. "Thy worlds are thy own, though across them we travel. They expanse as you see, whirling across forever. Obstruct not its flow. Grasp firmly its End and Beginning. Turn them forward upon themselves, all that is loose shall be secure. Destiny, guide us across this path!" He said as he left through a Senkai Gate.

Jax's Lines: 93

"GAH!! Why does everyone always leave before I get to have fun!?!" Kato yelled as he strolled along Muchos with his hands tucked in his green fabric belt. Guru, his zanpaku-tou, was sheathed near his hands for an easy grasp. You sense that? A vasto lorde is coming. Time to prove your worth against the former race you draw your powers from... I even know him. Katos inner hollow said with a laugh in his head. Will you just tell me who the ******** you are!??!?!?! Kato mentally yelled as his left eye twitched in anger. Kato sighed as he accepted the fact that his inner hollow would make his life hell if he didn't beat this vasto lorde. Kato untucked his hands and darted off toward the reiatsu of the hollow. He was about 10 times as fast as the hollows natural speed, so he could have easily dropped him before he knew what was happening... but Kato fought like a real warrior. He would seem to appear in the eyes of the hollow standing on the closest dune, merely looking right at him with a wicked grin.