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he puts the mask on his back "i think the human world would be good, with the three of us their sould not be much danger"

he pats the little fur ball "is that good with you?"

Grandpa Flower bent and studied how Salte had managed to rip open the air. She had severed bonds holding dimensions together by using her own energy to sharpen her hands so to speak, and then cut those bonds. This was not really a new concept for him but it had been ages since he had tried, and he planned on learning how to do this himself at some point.

He hefted his giant sword and slipped through the portal, "Come along...Mr Vice.... Salte is waiting for us."

Contenmo falls from the sky, having appeared many feet above the ground. He had followed Rex through a Garganta and now it was his time to learn how to make one himself.

As he lands he creates a crator in the sand, heaving it up like ripples on a placid lake. He shakes his head, clearing the ringing in his ears from the impact. Gently his hand moves, opening a note his other-half had given to him before departing.

He read it. A private note between the one he loved and himself. Staring at it his eye glazing over in sorrow, and happiness. Charles would wait for him. Storing the note in his pocket he carries on. Slowly walking through the desert. He was alone. And it was perfect.

After many attempts and many hours (atleast relatively) Contenmo sat down with a huff of frustration. What wasn't he doing right? He lays back his hands behind his head. Lost in thought.

He had gained a friend. A love. A family. All in one day. It had been very eventful. He mused, he would need to kill any lose ends sooner or later. Alexander would send him on a head hunt. To destroy those who were disloyal. He was both excited and dreaded the notion. He hated killing when-ever possible. But the thrill. The hunt. Oh how he would enjoy that. The devouring of a worthy advesaries soul. He licked his lips with anticipation. But no, he didn't devour innocents. Civilians. Matyrs or victims. He maybe a hollow but he had a sense of integrity and honor. Respect. He'd rather die than be dishonored.

Contenmo jumped, bristling at the approach of a low-level hollow. He hadn't even noticed it so lost in thought that he was. It ignored him. Or feared him, avoiding him. He couldn't tell. But it was weak, feeble. Defenseless.

Then it preformed Garganta. Traveling to where ever. This made Contenmo ashamed. How could a low-level hollow preform a technique so easily. When he, an arrancar, could not. Disgraceful. Though he gave himself slack and credit. He wasn't very spiritualy oriented, relying more on his own strength and speed. Intelligence. He chuckled to himself as he realized how 'humble' he was being.

Again he felt the stirring of chaotic power buried deep inside him. Growing. Soon he would shed this form aswell. But not yet, it would be many days. His growth he found remarkable. It had only taken a single day to reach Arrancar. He hadn't trained. He had simply been around those much stronger than himself. Feeding off of there residual spiritual energy. Slowly he reached his hand down to the pommel of his false-zanpaktou. The weapon that made up the rest of him. The item that completed him in a sense. Soon he would unlock it. Use it. For now he rested his hand on the pommel. Again, lost in thought. Staring at the moon, it staring back at the endless desert that made up Heuco-mundo. It had been many months since he had been here. Nothing has changed. As expected. Nothing ever changed here.

He felt a sudden urge. An urge to tear. To shred. To slice open the fabric of space. Again his instincts dictated what was best for him. Again he listened. As he always would. He was a being of instinct. Of chaos.

Slowly he drew his false-zanpaktou. His sword with no-name. The sword that was his. That was him. And he didn't even know the name. Pitiful. He was again ashamed to be arrancar. His old habit of self-loathing returning the longer he was away from Charles.

He draws and cuts the air infront of him. Literally. The fabric of space splits, creating what he had desired since arriving. The only way of leaving. A garganta. He steps through. Leaving Heuco Mundo until another time when he would again need to learn what was rightfully his.

A small child's scream wails out from beyond the next dune. A long painful cry. "Help me! Somebody help me!" A female's voice echoes across the infinite desert.

Requiem laid in wait, buried to his mask in sand. The mask's normally glowing eye-sockets were empty.

The Requiem killer was fairly well known in the mortal world. Never found and never seen, each victim having the name 'Requiem' carved into their fore-heads.

Requiem erupts from the dune, sand falling from his jacket. His fingers twitch, gripping for the large cat's throat before unexpectedly stopping. "Oh, you are intelligent." A voice issues from his mask, a culmination of a thousand different voices in one. It's blank, emotionless.

Sand slowly trickles down from his sleeves, his gloves, and his mask. Such was the consequence of laying beneath the dune. He had often used this tactic to lure in non-sentient hollow's to their demise, devouring them after strangling them. He took great pleasure in ending their lives in such a manner. "I did not expect a sentient being to fall for such an obvious trap, I apologize."

His 'eyes' never blink, two glowing red orbs constantly staring at Hainoki. "Have you met the spider queen?"

Requiem releases him. "Pay it no heed. You will eventually serve a stronger being. To survive. I myself serve Lady Arachne. There are a few others." He turns staring out across the endless wasteland, towards the desert sand-castle. "Best adapt to this new life quickly kit."

He reaches down into the sand, grasping at something. A small hollow shrieks in pain or surprise as it is captured. He slowly crushes the life out of it, devouring the spirit energy that escapes. "It's kill or be killed world. You are lucky I didn't decide to do the same to you." He said as he turned his head, a red orb appearing in the corner of the socket to peer at the cat, Hainoki.

"Ofcourse I am not adverse to forging an alliance, to better my own chances of surviving."

Requiem looks at Hainoki, his hungry globes peering into the his eyes. "There are many classes of hollows. You. Me. Are the lowest. I am a stronger than you. But marginally. Each step up in class has a substantial boost in power compared to the last. The highest being Espada and Arrancar."
Requiem's fingers twitch reflexively at the thought of obtaining such power. Then he waves his hand dismissively, perhaps at disgust the other showed. "You will need to eat soon or later. Be it your own kind...or something a little more delicate." Saying the last word with such zeal, such euphoria.

"Humans. Or Can you not stomach that? You will starve and fade if you do not prey on others. That is how we become stronger, through the souls of others. Ancient Arrancars. Espada. Underlorde. Overlorde. They have all consumed countless souls. They are the most powerful in this realm." Requiem monolouges while adjusting the blood-red scarf around his neck. There was not a bit of skin showing on Requiem. His hands garbed in black leather gloves. He wore a uniform like suit, a black trench coat and dark military pants. His feet adorned with large coal leather boots, and to top it off he wore a helmet. Spiked.

Requiem slowly took in a slow breath, releasing it with a puff of hot steamy air. His red, pupiless eyes peering Hainoki. "Can you deal with it? Fate has dealt you a bad hand, will you fold or put all your chips in?"