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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:48 pm
As it says, a throne room that fits the grandeur of her Majesty's status. Silver granite walls this time cover the whiteness, and the stairs cascade down to magnificent halls. A balcony is directly adjacent to her throne. Chandeliers upon chandeliers are lit ever so nicely.
She would certainly claw your ears off if any chose to fight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:14 pm
 P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns
Shallow breathing followed after a small figure that was stark on emphasis upon comparison to the vast silver halls dappled by the moor's exposure to this world's lunar dip. The residual rise and fall of her small shoulders remained unseen by the coverage of her throne, elevated by the steeple. Then broke a rasping cry. Within her faint sobs harvested tender mewling as she placed a slender arm over her eyes where tears trailed into pristine rivers. Another nightmare that plagued this land's queen. The night terrors evident but invisible to the affinity of others. She trembled, for what felt like ages. Then dipped her head over her arms, struggling as always to refrain from sleeping. She had dozed off for the first time in a while. And no matter the gap in extended time her dreams were always the same. With a heavy sigh she reached for her visor spectacles just across the arm of her chair. Even with the alluded sunglasses, one can make out the crisp outlines of her golden pupils if not the scelera and dark outlines that sketched beneath them from improper amounts of sleeping. She practiced out of habit. Prolonged centuries, of living with Narcolepsy. And despite her apathetic facial mask, tears trailed from her face still.
She learned that no matter what, it was often better to remain where she was. And endure it. Despite being half awake, Castaeva knew it best to wait it out. Why? Small doses of her nightmares often lingered even when she was awake. Suddenly she lurched to her left, then snapped her gaze to the right. Her golden irises vividly following haunted afterimages of her hallucination. All until the moment it would die out in a matter of moments. At the moment her Majesty was consciously unaware of unexpected arrivals in the midst of stirring from her sleep. Perhaps it was her senses that managed to pull her out of this one in time. Two strange traces of spiritual energy tugged at the back of her mind, ebbing at her sanity to wash over itself. To arise.
A massive amount of spiritual energy washed over her and spread over her domain in it's immensity. Her eyes wide with her lips curling as her body radiated in it's golden outlines from activating her inner drop of access energy. The power of her form alone could cause the gillian and adjuchas class to cower back under the dunes as well as shaping the sandy escapes. The queen had finally awoke. Her night terrors ending. With her consciousness returning she felt a prickle of something unpleasant. What could it be? But her thoughts fell back when she heard prompt knocking across the doors. She rubbed away the last traces of her drying tears and looked forward with the same, jaded eyes. "Enter." Her voice, through practice, lost it's rough gravel and sounded like an echo of silver. A certain germanic accent followed through it as she gave permission of entry. She never cared for sentries. Her subordinates could enter whenever they wished on one condition only. That they do not cause catastrophic damage upon her abode.
But this was typical, even if there was no one present behind the gates, she often hallucinated due to the aftermath of being abruptly awoken. She sighed, remembering that she couldn't sense anyone there. Yet. And her thoughts returned on what to do about the invaders. So they've returned. Not alone. Her gaze darkened somewhat while she stared aimlessly at the ring her fingers were playing around with in her anticipation. Oh, how she resisted the urge to just release her sealed form. But no matter. Her earlier discharge of massive energy should have alerted them by now. If they hope to live peacefully and without struggle, she would expect them to assemble here. Now.
[[Rats. I hate document. Next time I won't use it. xD ]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:33 pm
Cladeaux sonidoed up to the door of The master's throne room. He opened the door quickly, and walked through while drinking a bottle of wine. He placed it down after a few steps, and held it by his side. "Hello, Banríona..."(Queen) He said as he kneeled down to Castaeva in a sign of respect. She was the only entity that existed that could earn this level of respect, and chivalry from Cladeaux. "How are you today, Banríona?" He said as he remained kneeled down The master acknowledges him, and tells him to rise.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:49 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns She stared across at the soul that entered. A massive man with rugged features along with a distinctive scar that ran short across the side of his face. The small smell of winery washed over the air she breathed and smelled. And yet there was more to this man, besides an alcholic sloth. This was her Tres. There was a time to discriminate but not as much as she had to, her eyes never betrayed her guarded disposition. His leveled respect was prime, as usual. But sharing greetings was not what she wanted to partake in at the moment. She stopped fiddling around with the ring on her right ring finger. Her fingertips calmly rested over the arms of her chair. "Hello, Cladeaux. Your absence was brief." She was silent for a moment longer before wistfully tilting her head to the side.
"Tell me something dear Espada, does this realm not suit your tastes to reside in? Or have you found home somewhere else?" She seemed to ask with a hint of polite interest, and the rest, mysteriously unanswered. Her expression was the same as always, stagnant and detached as it was with her Tres Espada. But there was a sense of foreboding darkness lingering among her walls if her question remained unanswered.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:55 pm
Almost as if he were there the whole time Devereaux seemed to suddenly appear in the throne room already kneeling down on one knee with his left fist placed firmly on the ground and his head bowed a smile present on his face as always but not as wide as he is accustom to have "Ma reine......{My Queen}" Devereaux waited for a response from Castaeva for he knew of her wrath and would dare not test it .
{ OCC: short but will make up for it next post }
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 10:05 pm
"Sorry for my absence, Banríona." He said, facing the ground, he was scared to make eye-contact with 'The Master' "I had a hunger, and I sought out a midnight snack...I regrettably did not bring any back for you, Banríona." He said as he slowly got up, hoping this was copacetic to Castaeva. "My home is and will always be in a bottle, as my collection is here. My home is here as well. Just consider anywhere there is alcohol is my home." He said as he shot a glance towards the new arrived Devereaux, his presence, just irked Cladeaux every time he was in his presence.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 10:29 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns Whats this? Her gaze now divided between her Primera and her Tres. Cladeaux apparently, had the right idea for knowing of his true home. But fetching snacks by crossing dire boundaries was a problem. Especially if it was but, for a mere, 'snack'. Even if she hadn't yet replied to Devereaux, he would know by now that his bright greeting would be acknowledged by her in whatever way. "The same for you, my dear Devereaux. Is there a better home than this domain? I wouldn't imagine, no." The last of her dulcet sentence ended with a hint of amusement curling behind her slight smile. Her eyes unreadable as she squared down on her most strongest subordinates. "After all, where outside this realm, could we live most comfortably without being hunted by two belligerent races alike?" Her smile only remained. But soon dropped.
"There is another who had left with you, without me knowing." She snarled, now. Her gentle features starting reveal it's insides through her contempt. Her muscles were beginning to coil underneath her skin. This was only the beginning. Their explanations will have to wait.
"You, my subordinates who have risen so high. Brought glory after glory with each evolution. Now you bow before me, mocking me by bringing two foreigners. One, of the race that hunts us." Have they not learned better? Have they not considered consequences? Have they not considered the possibility of war? Or detected investigation that could bring forth trouble for them all? Even with her confidence and amassed army of ten powers, she was not ignorant to endless possibilities. Her silence set each lingering moment scorching in tension. As though she could blow up and make them blind to every other color except white or black. "Where are they?" She demanded. Her silvery voice beginning to sound ghostly. In her mind, Castaeva expected them to know exactly whom she had meant. "Bring them. Here. Then explain yourselves with your visitors as proof." They weren't less advanced levels of hollows anymore, who could cross freely as they wished and perish in any predicament. She wouldn't have cared less. But they have ascended. One remnant of their power exposed in the light of their longtime enemies could bring a dragging ensemble of a s**t storm she didn't need.
[[Edited]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 10:46 pm
"Well she's in a bright mood today..... better just do as she says less i lose my head" Devereaux thought to him self as he listened to her words, He shot a glance to Cladeaux and let a grin escape before returning his attention to Castaeva. The he heard it "Bring them. Here." upon hearing these words he wanted to speak out almost immediately , but only a foolish man would do this. Devereaux got up and gave another bow to Castaeva a more serious look on his face now as his red eyes held a dull expression "As you say Ma reine "And without wasting anytime at all he Vanished again almost instantly, this of course being accomplished through sonido and as he rushed back to his Throne room he couldn't help but have his thoughts wounder as he looked down at his bandage ripping it off of him self to reveal a very large scar "Better my toy breaks than me" He began to chuckle as he was now close to his destination.
{exist}
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:01 pm
Cladeaux couldn't but let out a slight laugh when Devereaux was being chewed out by the master. After doing this, he wished he hadn't. It could of been considered a sign of disrespect to the master. One that he wished he didn't make. He looked down, again trying not to make eye-contact with Castaeva. "I have some news that might upset you, Banríona. In the world of the living, we clashed with the Shinigami....and it ended up with one of the captains dying..." He said as he was trying to choose his words carefully. "This could mean reparation from Soul Society, and getting snacks in the future will be that much harder." He said as he raised his head, and downed some more wine from his bottle. "Why don't we simply just kill them, Banríona...." He said with a little excitement. "With our forces, and with you leading us, I'm sure no doubt we could kill the captains, and have an unlimited amount of food.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:15 pm
 
|| Cero Espada || Reiryoku Level: Great || Uhrata || Griever ||
Lizabeth walked into the massive Throne Room and stood at the door, it wasn't her place to barge into someone else's domain. She looked upon the Ruler of the Espada herself and felt the wave of Spiritual Pressure, it was intoxicating. She stood quietly, this was the first time the Lizabeth was slightly stand-off-ish with pretty much anyone in her Hollow life. She smiled to herself, the 'Queen' herself was cat like and thats when Lizabeth knew that she had chose the right gift for her. She took a step froward and walked into the light of the amazing chandlers, Lizabeth looked at her and nodded "Your Majesty."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 11:45 pm
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns Her attitude came from struggle. Her persona was no joke. But her level of patience far surpassed her temper. And yet her temper was a pit, encasing rage and all the like. As Devereaux left, hopefully to gather more profitable excuses, her attention was then left with Cladeaux. His actions not brighter than Cladeaux'. And so he laughs? Her slit eyes prowled like a pair of pincers, ready to crack open a nut. But his statement stole away the breath that hitched her throat. Did he honestly think that after hearing this, she MIGHT ONLY get UPSET? Normally, she was well, calmer than most belligerent creatures. And rational. But this... Especially after arousing from a nightmare, then to learn of her subordinates insubordinate recall..
Her immense spiritual energy flooding the room, shaking it in a weak magnitude. She cut him off at the last sentence with a booming yowl. Faint cuspids revealing as she bared her teeth in her aggravated fury. "YOU WHAT?!" Castaeva now raised her head from her arm, too angry to divide her attention to the newer arrival. Her slender fingers bolting over the arm rests of her chair, strangling it into perfection. The ruler had anticipated on a mess from when they had left, but this? "IMBECILE!! What EVER made it FINE TO HAVE RELEASED YOUR FORMS OUTSIDE OF THIS REALM IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" She roared again. The chandeliers above beginning to shake dangerously. Her eyes beginning to glow bright, the ambient light becoming more and more evident from behind her visors. The death of a Captain, could mean a compensation of her own Espada. If not for compromise, it would be war all the same. And as much as she willed it upon herself to not kick in the teeth of the unfortunate yet guilty enough espada who had brought her the news, Castaeva knew. Knew that she would have to risk a battle where she herself would have to draw borders.
"What do you mean by reparation? A captain is a position that can be filled regardless. And especially quick now that their situation has been made dire." Her smoldering rage seemed to not end just yet. Especially now that her voice had roughened out of her silvery tone. "Sustenance is always the problem." Her eyes then gazed ahead of her, staring at something as though it was something only she herself could see, and rely on. "It's not that simple, Cladeaux. Our numbers are not yet complete. They could have allies, and what fool would find advantage in enemy territory?" Her anger now mixed with a mix of jaded sadness. A hint of absolute wrath still existent in the way her temples pulsated every now and then.
She took a deep breath and lowered her head as if she was offering a lengthy prayer. Her breathing came in long sequences before she remembered that there was another. Her eyes darkened once more at the sight of her Cero Espada for the ruler recognized this particular trace. Yes. The other one that had left with the two blundering boneheads. A woman of vulpine culture and of exotic nature. A fox none the less. Castaeva sometimes wondered about this one. Being the youngest and yet holding the most semblance of power that can be initiated upon sequence. Her majesty only hoped that her intelligence could retort for a better excuse as to why, she too, had left and stunk of an incriminatory scent. Like the true Tigress she was, her golden gaze peered into the depths of twin oceans outlined by rich black. "Lizabeth." Still half enraged, her nerves already on eggshells, Castaeva's voice was bated with restricted breath. "I've recently had a word with our Primera and Tres about your little detour. I hope and count on, whatever that matters to both you and I, that this situation came with a reason and a cause." Her voice grew gentler, still rugged but calmer. The only reason why she hadn't blasted the pillars out of her domain was due to her Narcolepsy. Already stressed, she was again beginning to feel sleep trying to flood her over. Castaeva would not allow that to happen. At least not before knowing that there's a chance of something rational coming from their actions. That way, she could at least sleep peacefully. Then endorse again in nightmares. This was her world.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:03 am
|| Cero Espada || Reiryoku Level: Great || Uhrata || Griever ||
LIzabeth was surprised that the 'Queen' was upset with the fact that a Captain was dead, she nodded and took what she said into consideration. She approached the 'Queen' and nodded to her grace "Your Majesty, it's already handled. The Captain died, it was unfortunate...be was such a wonderful looking warrior; He was no match for Devereaux." She looked back at the door, she wondered if Devereaux would be back in here or not. She noticed that she was less then happy about the new found 'toys' that Devereaux and Lizabeth had acquired. LIzabeth had always been an honest person or Hollow and thought that just telling the 'Queen' what she wanted to do the most would be in her best interest. LIzabeth mentally shrugged, she knew that if she was going to find out what LIzabeth was doing there then Lizabeth wanted to tell her herself "As all of us went for different reasons to the Human Realm and the Captains death was unfortunate."
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 12:23 am
P i n i p i a r r c c i S. C a s t a e v aAnd I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strongWhite Bengal, Two Suns Her head sagged backwards, leaning against the broadness of her chair as she was already starting to feel worn out. So it was Devereaux who had killed the Captain. She returned her gaze to Lizabeth. Gradually gaining back her nerves and fighting sleep. "That's all very well but how exactly is it handled? Will his death not spark consequence for us? We're just not ready yet." She spoke not of fear, but of something else. Anticipation perhaps. Meanwhile, it was now her Cero's turn to reveal her reasons into the light. "Then give me your report on what had happened, your accord also." As she spoke to Lizabeth, she reached for her sword that was hung just behind the top of her seat. Her eyes boredly fixing a knot over it's guard. Her sword wasn't a katana even for it's sealed state. But a single chicken sickle saber. One could only guess about her style of combat when seeing an unusual weapon.
"If only I hadn't slept.." She sighed, speaking to herself. Caring little if others have heard. Because she had slipped into an immediate dream sequence, she wasn't able to stop it. But the Young Cero and Cladeaux did have a point. A Captain's death was a loss. Their loss, but not ours. Still, it would only be a matter of time until they know who had done it. Which was why, she was waiting on her three Espada to report the news already.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:36 am
A Gargantua opened up near the door in the room and from out of it's depths Devereaux emerged with a cold look on his face. There was no time for him to have his usual care free smile, for his Queen was upset which usually meant that he could be losing a limb. He walked back over to the other and knelt down once again while bowing as he did before , but something was off. His Queen seemed even more pissed off than she was previously and this made him wounder as he looked towards Cladeuax "That b*****d must of said something.......what the hell did that stingy p***k say this time" Even though Devereaux would usually try his best to keep Cladeaux in a foul mood , the man never was one of his Favorite people to be around. The very sight up him was unpleasing, however there were other matters to deal with.
"Ma reine, I have done as you asked and brought you the toy i bought back with me" he couldn't help but smile as it was his nature but just as soon as he realized that it had formed on his face, he quickly brushed it off and tried to remain serious for the time being. He would wait for Cassius to walk through the Gargantua and hope that his toy doesn't get broken before he got to play with it.
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