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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 12:37 pm
 _______________________________________________________________ Some where in the midst of Las Noches there is a spiral designed living space for the Tercera. With her being one of the oldest Arrancar, and a second generation one at that, Mel forces her way to get things she requires. This large spire is her world away from the world. A lot of the decor was built after human world things. Mel rarely leave Las Noches, so when see does she is always on the look out for things to take with her. Cloth mostly. The inside of the Spire is drown in cloth, her curtains have curtains. _______________________________________________________________
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:11 pm
 ｕｓｅｒ: Mel Du Sable [Arrancar][Espada3] 〈ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ?〉 ↺ⓁⓄⒶⒹ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓖ ↻ 〈ＳＴＡＲＴ!〉 ╠ ▇▇▇═─ oooo╔══════════════╗ oooo─═ ▇▇▇╣
➜ Time, what was time to an arrancar. Time was nothing and the Tercera had a lot of it. A whole lot of nothing. Mel lay in her large nest like structure humans called a ‘bed’. It was circular with a sheer red fabric hiding her from sight. In the middle stood a tall Hookah. Smoking was one of her favorite pass times. She always had hollows running out to the human world and gathering things. Cheisha was one of the norms. The little red head let out a heavy sigh “Booorriiinnggg” was the next sound that burst from the plus lips others call a mouth. Mel thrusted both arms up before her. She always moved her arm about, Mel would never get use to them. Arms were weird, she has always had roots before this human like form. After all this time as an arrancar one would think she’d be use to them but the hollow was enthralled with them. She waved them about all the time. Mel would even throw them about as she talked. Mel brought the hookah’s hose to her mouth and inhaled. Tercera let out three perfect ‘O’ shaped smoke rings. She had lots of time to practice such skills. It was so silly, her just lying here do nothing. She should be out doing whatever. Her lift use to be less simple. It was nice.
➜Mel sat up, slowly. Why not? it wasn’t like she had to be any where. She dropped the hookah hose on to the soft mattress. Pressing down on the cinders with her hand, Mel squashed them out of existence. It was something she enjoyed… putting out the cinders… of course. Crawling on her knees, Mel move her legs to the edge of her bed. “Oh what to do, what to dooo?” calling out as if someone was in the room. But of course there wasn’t. She normally didn’t let other living being in here. Hopping off the large structure in the center of her room, Mel traveled over to the exit. The Tercera look down at the pair of shoes that rested there. The shoes were white. Well, white with a healthy coat of grey from the dust and sand collecting on them. Mel’s thought on shoes? ******** them. She had no need to wear shoes so she didn’t. Mel pretended the shoes had some form of feeling so she could try and get their hopes up and then crush it by disregarding them. Leaving the trash there Mel left her room. The spire was massive. Obviously more then enough room for just her and any Privaróns she might have collected over the years.
➜One of this little hollows problem was that she could be destructive at time. In one glance Mel’s eye met a vase that she couldn't remember getting. With this she knocked it off of it’s stand. The shatter was a sound of pure splendor to her ears. It rang out like a church choir. From ear to ear a smile stretched across her freckled face. Her little adventure didn't end there. Mel was going to leave her spire. So long as Mel stand in Las Noche she wouldn't have to worry about becoming unstable.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 12:57 pm
ｕｓｅｒ: Mel Du Sable [Arrancar][Espada3] 〈ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ?〉 ↺ⓁⓄⒶⒹ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓖ ↻ 〈ＳＴＡＲＴ!〉 ╠ ▇▇▇═─ oooo╔══════════════╗ oooo─═ ▇▇▇╣
➜ The little arrancar looked down at the shattered pieces of the vase. Broken and cold. A burst of Laughter could be heard from the belly of the beast. Mel skipped about the new room she was in. It was full of items she had collected over the years. Human world trinkets that made her happy: Ancient fans from geisha, swords from Europe, chairs and cloth from India. Everything in this room looked as if.. what’s the word… royal. Yes. Everything in this room looked as if it was something from a palace. Mel liked things like that. Riches. Mel didn’t want the little things in life. She didn’t need this huge spire to herself. She wanted it. Mel is a collector of happy moments. Everything in the spire at one point had made her happy, if only for a moment. The Tercera left the room and entered a corridor that lead to another part of the spire. Taking several flights of stairs down, Mel turned into a massive room with several old fashion victorian style chairs. Chairs that once upon a time sat queens of old. In las noche these meant nothing but in the human world these chair cost more than Mel could ever imagine. Mel didn’t need money, didn’t want it. In Las noches there was no money. Only power. Power of kill or be killed. Power was life, power was strenght, Something Mel didn’t always believe in.
➜Mel sat in one of these fine chairs. She was expecting company. There was talk of newborn arrancars today. The hollow knew Euthymias would probably bring it.. them? here. It didn’t matter if he actually did or not. One of Mel’s follower entered the room with a tea set and set it down on the stand just next to the chair Mel sat in. The teapot… it was empty. There was no water in Las noches.. no need for it. Mel was one for pretend. Her follower pretended to pour Lady Mel a cup of tea. Mel wasn’t a ‘lady’ that was a title for human woman back way when. She wasn’t rich nor ‘fair’ or at least she didn’t think she was. Mel was a monster but this.. this helped. Being called ‘Lady’ was a game. A charade.
➜The Flower took up the tea cup in her soft fingers. She pretended to sip tea out of the cup before setting it on the saucer is came with. The little plate made a delightful little clink when it and the cup touched. This sound, much like the breaking of the vase, made her smile too. Pretending. It was something she used.. used to.. Forget.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 10:29 am
 『Euthymias Hyaenidae 』 Euthymias was lightly humming to himself as the three Arrancars approached the base of Mel's tower. When the guards saw figures approaching, they moved to stand in front of the door, but recognizing who it was, they stopped themselves and stood at attention.
"Good mornin' gents! Here to bring Lady Mel a few new friends!" Euthymias was not adverse to using Mel's preferred title.
Passing the guards, Euthymias quickly led the Axolotl and the other Arrancar up the stairs. Realizing that he did not know the female Arrancar's name, he quickly put the question to her. "So, what are you called? It would be helpful to know for when I'm introducing you to Mel, though I suppose I could call you... hm, nicknames, nicknames, nicknames... How about Hard Head? Nah, too obvious. Ya know what, give me some time to get to know you, and I'll get back to ya on it."
Reaching one of the higher floors where Mel spent a lot of time, Euthymias crashed his fist into the wall several times, making the knocking sounds echo about the tower. He yelled out. "Hey Mel, ya in? I got some friends for you!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 1:03 pm
 Euthymias Hyaenidae was his chaperon it seemed, the young arrancar deemed him as not being any kind of threat, following him seemed the safest of all options at his disposal. The spire he entered alongside the man was large and it was difficult to believe it belonged to one person alone, apparently the tower was even named after the one who called it home, could Axolotl expect this kind of treatment if he stayed here? his own domain seemed like a comfortable thought. He wondered what Mel would be like, and the relationship she had with this cheery Espada who was showing them around the area, he still had very little knowledge on his so called comrades and wanted to figure out as much about them as possible, it was hard to trust someone when you've been thrown into a world you know so little about.
(( Bad post just filler so we can keep things moving. ^^; ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 4:23 pm
 (EEEEGGGGHHHHH. I wrote a larger post over this but I tabbed out, accidently clicked the X instead of the tab itself when I tried to tab back in.)
Tierra was shown to the tower, the fury that had taken control of her when she first came from the Cradle dissappearing as soon as it had came upon her, leaving her bored and calm. Of course that didn't stop the two low ranking arrancars in front of her from twitching from time to time or sending nervous glances over their shoulders at the volatile woman behind them. In truth they had nothing to worry about from her as she looked around the massive castle of Las Noches with her Sand Sense. As it was, the only thought she had of them was to simply follow them, rather than any sense of hunger or anger. But then again that also held true to more positive emotions. It could go either way for them at a moments notice. The two arrancars stopped as they met the gates guards, but Tierra simply walked past them, ignoring the two as she walked up to the doors. The guards lunged out at her. She blinked, confused as to what they were doing. She was invited here. She opened her mouth slightly, golden light bathing the area in front of her. Her eyes lazed over to one of the other Arrancars, a golden pulse spreading from her pupils. There was a slight screaming as the air was suddenly parted from the sudden attack from the woman's eye, knocking the sword flying from his hand as her mouth opened, the golden cero blasting the sword from the second Arrancars hand. The two stared at her for a moment. "We were invited." She said simply. Of course that didn't stop her from suddenly grabbing the two by the heads and smashing them into the stone walls of the tower, before walking inside. While that left her escort a little confused as to what to do, it wasn't her problem. She simply ascended the tower, following the powers above her. Obviously she was meant to meet one of the Espada, So they should have a massive amount of reitsu. Simple logic. She rounded the corner on one of the floors, more guided now by the constant knocking then the strength of the group, and stopped behind one of the men. She reached up, sinking her fingers into his bright red hair, shaking his head back and forth lightly. "Yoooo. What are we doing?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 6:17 pm
The newly born was caught off guard as a hand had managed to snake its way to the back of his head shaking it harmlessly for a moment, he reached back with quick reflexes grabbing the wrist of the assailant and tightening his hold forcefully. He spun around with narrow void-like eyes, his stare didn't hold long as he took in the person at his back, a female with a bubbly reflection and bright beaming eyes. He lightened his grip on her wrist lowering his guard and letting go of her hand, he noted that she was also like him, although unlike him in the fact she also wore the strange white attire of his new accomplices. Axolotl was still wearing his black cloak, it was unexplained as to why he was found wearing it after his transformation but it was unique to him and set him apart from his brethren. He never liked the idea of white, it was too much of a purity for his tastes, the cloak and pants he wore seemed almost abyssal and resembled his reasons for being alive even if he didn't fully agree with all the destruction he was created to wrought upon the earth. "I'm not doing anything.. the best description would be that I'm sizing everyone up" he spoke in regard to everyone he had met so far, he couldn't gauge much about them and their power levels but he didn't feel intimidated or below any of them despite the strange ranking system that seemed to be in place. He was relatively certain he would survive or even be the victory in a fight against anyone he had met so far, although this supposed Mel was still a mystery to him, as was Cillian the earlier mentioned arrancar who seemed to hold some kind of importance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 3:21 pm
ｕｓｅｒ: Mel Du Sable [Arrancar][Espada3] 〈ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ?〉 ↺ⓁⓄⒶⒹ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓖ ↻ 〈ＳＴＡＲＴ!〉 ╠ ▇▇▇═─ oooo╔══════════════╗ oooo─═ ▇▇▇╣
➜ The other arrancar had finally shown up. This could either go extremely well, or very poorly. Either way it wouldn’t matter too well. The little hollow hopped up from her throne like comfy chair. She turned towards the entrance of the room entry room. She could barely see them from the far end of it. Barely speaking Mel answered Euthymias “Do come in number two” Even though she had said gently her voice seemed to boom through the chamber. She had that impression on people. She began walking the towards them. She would meet them halfway. It only seemed fair. The room was long and they had already behind walking. In the center of the room Mel kept a large fire, it was too warm her bones when she was cold. She stood next to that. The fire was serving it’s purpose. New arrancar were alway weird. They had a different feel to them than her generations. In her mind they seemed to prefect. Mel could only make out two? maybe three others with him. One of them had to have been Number One, Esmeralda. It was pleasant to have guests. Mel didn’t really have anyone at her spire and if there where they most likely were unwanted and quickly eaten. That part was Mel’s favorite.. the eating…
➜ Everything in this room was white, plain, and dull. It was that way only because Mell never really used it. She would have to start.. looking at this large mostly empty room made her feel as if she wasn’t using it properly. That would have to change. “How did our new ones come out? Did everything run smoothly?” She glanced at the newly arrancar with what looked like a ‘I don’t know what a motherly face looks like’ face. She cared but she still didn’t understand how to make certain facial expressions. She had anger, joy, and ******** you done pat but the rest would have to come in many more centuries.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 11:49 pm
Walking past the guards without even giving them a second thought, she'd checked their energy levels an judged them not a threat. It seemed this Mel person was someone of importance, that likely meant ether the trecea or the cerro. However as she felt ahead of her the strongest energy here seemed similar to Euthymais which suggested trecrea. Getting closer the segunda posed the same question she had wondered about him. The problem was the arrancar had never called herself anything thus she knew not what name to give. As she wondered upon it a name came to mind, it was like a distant memory raising through her mind. "Esmeralda de la Vega Garcia, that is what you may call me Segunda."
Not long after answering the espada, the scorpion evolved now joined the group. She went straight to the 9th espada and began harassing him. Yet that gave Esmeralda little entertainment as their hostess decided to grace them with her presence. The one called Mel addressed only the segunda as she entered the room, which made sense as she had never met the other three thus didn't know how to deal with her guest.
(Sorry forgot this one )
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 10:54 am
When a kind of portal appeared and a blond arrancar introduced himself as Cillian, this was the man he was supposed to meet, Cero was another word he spoke and for some reason Axolotl understood it meant that he was more powerful, or at least higher in the ranks than himself. He seemed to be cutting the pleasantry short and giving out missions which was much more to the young red head's favor, he wasn't exactly interested in meeting with people he didn't trust. He decided it would probably be in his best interest to bring the other arrancar on the mission with him, he already knew where he was going thanks to the fact he had been all over Japan during his time as an adjuchas, also the large amount of spiritual pressure still hung over the area which had been destroyed. He simply nodded his head before turning to the scorpion-woman and speaking to her, opening a garganta as he did so, making sure travel was fast. "Join me.. I don't think I want to carry two of these anchors he's talking about..." with that said he traveled through the portal, he would rather spend his time among the human souls that still lingered around the destruction instead of hanging around these arrancar. His mission was simple so he could afford taking his time and exploring the human world a little while he worked, he wasn't exactly on a tight leash. [exit]
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 12:07 pm
Tierra had crouched down next to the fire, warming her hands contentedly on the flames. The sudden portal and the announcements didn't really peak her interest, and she blatantly ignored the blond haired Arrancar, dipping her finger into the flame from time to time to watch the fire dance over her pale skin as it fought against her hierro. She flicked the dying flames from her skin, her mouth twisting lightly as she stood, brushing off the front of her new outfit, and staining it lightly with the ash left by the flames. "Hm?" She asked absentmindedly, looking up to the Espada as his little speech ended. She glanced around blankly, looking at the rest of the crew as the transmission ended. She leaned over against the smiley one, Euthymias. "So how about that." She spoke calmly, as if she had actually played some attention to the talking Espada. However this rather weak attempt was cut short by the red haired man opening his own gate, this one to the human world rather than a just a two way screen for the using parties to talk through. "Aand that's my Cue. Cya Stiffs!" She grinned, jumping through the gate and planting herself on the mans shoulders, her arms wrapping around on the top of his head ."... So what are these anchors you're talking about?"
[Exit]
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 2:39 pm
『Euthymias Hyaenidae 』 Euthymias barked out a laugh at the strange face Mel was making. "What, don't you trust me to keep everything running smoothly, Mel? Frankly, I'm a bit offended. It's as though you're insinuating that I would blow off my job in order to find something fun.In all my years here, have I ever shown such gross display of misconduct?" Pausing to think, he quickly followed that up. "Don't answer that."
Euthymias was about to introduce the new Arrancars to Mel, when several Garganta Broadcasts opened to address the two, giving them orders to check on some prison in the lower levels of Las Noches. Euthymias ignored the other broadcasts that opened to address the new Arrancar, as well as the newest Arrancar's short attempt to speak to him, instead attempting to speak over everything. "Don't mind Cillian, he likes to pretend he is in charge, give orders, that kind of thing. Should we go ahead and humor him, Lady Mel?"
Without so much as pausing, Euthymias turned and marched out of the room in an exaggerated goose-step, headed for the lower level prisons. He wasn't sure where the specific prisoner was, but he was sure he could figure it out when he got there. [ Exits to Cámara de Fuerza]
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 4:34 pm
ｕｓｅｒ: Mel Du Sable [Arrancar][Espada3] 〈ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤＹ?〉 ↺ⓁⓄⒶⒹ Ⓘ Ⓝ Ⓖ ↻ 〈ＳＴＡＲＴ!〉 ╠ ▇▇▇═─ oooo╔══════════════╗ oooo─═ ▇▇▇╣
➜Mel rolled her eyes slightly but she would have to be a good girl and do what she was told. The Tercera Quickly shuffled after the goose stepping Espada. These two were in fact a weird pair but strangely Mel believed they would work well together. The psycho and the twisted... She wasn't quite sure which one was which yet but they would soon find out.
[Exits to Cámara de Fuerza]
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 5:26 pm
As everyone received their orders, Esmeralda would simply nod in acceptance of her mission. As this seemed to be the true lord of Hueco Mundo she would fallow her orders without hesitation. However she was no fool to go into the shinigami home world alone would be suicide even for her. She needed grunts and she knew where to find them. Turning her form would vanish as she stepped into a sonido, making a quick stop at the Genesis Chamber, before heading to the Menos Forest to gather her forces.
[Exit]
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:28 am
T H E + E X E Q U I A S The Tower, the domain of the Tercera, was cluttered but, the golem paid it no mind. For once Mel du Sable’s collection would be of use to the creature. It had strict orders and, the chaos was part of it.
The soldier of the Exequias flited from spot to spot. It picked up a china teapot and, removed it from its place among the tea set. The creature placed it on the shelf above. It did something similar to a blanket, book, game set and, figurine. It picked them up and placed them down slightly out of place; just enough to drive the Tercera crazy.
Mel du Sable would never know that the creature was there. As a member of the Exequias it couldn’t be seen. It couldn’t not be heard, or smelled. It didn’t even emit spiritual pressure so it couldn’t even be felt or sense.
This was not a creature made for combat. In fact if it was force to engage in direct combat it would lose. That did not mean the creature was useless. In fact it’s purpose was to watch. It recorded everything it saw, heard, smelled, felt and, would play it back for its master later. Its master would then deliver a report to the one who was truly in charge.
Occasionally, like today, it received other orders. In this case the orders were to misplace things in the Tercera’s home. Mel du Sable had to be reminded that even the Espada were not immune to the Cera’s rules and wrath.
Its last order was to leave a small card in the room. It was not to be plainly visible but, it did need to be found. One the front of the bone white card was an exquisitely written “E” On the back was a simple message:
“You forget, we are watching. Remember your place.”
Elsewhere a dark-skinned Arrancar deliver a report to a red-eyed Espada. The Espada smirked as her fingers traced the inside edge of her glass. Her plan was going perfectly. We are always watching
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