The Meeting Hall

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A silence drifted eerily through the halls of Las Noches seemingly foretelling the meeting of the great entities that dwell within it. Not a soul could be found wandering the corridors, every arrancar that knew well enough kept within their own confines. Still as the peacefulness seemed like it would never cease an abrupt boom, like the firing of a gun, pierced the veil of silence. Vivian appeared on the windows ledge of the long hall approaching the meeting room. Crouching on the low rise of the paneless opening she sliid one leg down to touch the cold concrete below, before pushing on the window sill and standing fully in the main corridor. She strode with an eloquent air about her to the iron barred doors that loomed at the end of the winding hallway. She looked up at the towering barrier and with one swift motion, lifted her hand and pressed her palm against the cool metal. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, and then with a groan of displeasure the doors gave way.

The large iron like doors of the meeting hall slowly creaked open. With thick branded and embroidered faces, it took a powerful force to move these towering sentinels. Even so, both sides of the grand hall doors opened at the same time to reveal the bright light of the outside hallways. The beams of light streaked in through the now open passage between the doors lighting up the otherwise dim lit meeting hall. Five marble chairs with high back rests were propped perfectly around a smooth marble table which had seen the many different faces of the Espada before her. Around the initial table, which promptly was placed in the center of the common, were many pedestals and rises that broke out in great number, surrounding the room for many other spectators to watch. Vivian glanced around briefly, surveying the hall to see if anyone had arrived. It seemed that she was the first one here, or was she?

There on one of the rises in the back was a figure that seemed all to familiar. It looked to be a clone of Vivian, pursuing an old text that was foreign to her own knowledge. An unimpressed look was clearly spread across her face. She was not one for imitators, especially ones that tried to copy her magnificent body. With a one last glance she walked over to her seat, looking at the empty white chair. Instead of taking that seat, which sat at the middle of the table between the two sides, she instead walked over to the right of the throne, and sat in the chair directly next to it. If she was to be the first one to arrive, then she would definitely get the best seat.

She pulled the chair back a bit, grinding the bottom of the chair against the hard granite floor, and sat against the cool, smooth stone, turning her body sideways in the chair to let her long legs dangle over the right arm of the chair and her long dark brown hair trailing softly down the left arm. As she sat there waiting she could not but be bothered once more by the clone of herself that sat in one of the rises. Without looking back at the creature, she spoke in a rather cold tone. "So, what do you think 'you' are exactly?" Vivian said, putting extra emphasis on the 'you' part. She thought she had a fair idea of what she what, or who she was talking to, but still the copied form behind her did not amuse her at all.


 

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As the clone of Vivian spoke the real Vivian sat upon her marble throne, eyes closed. Her left elbow sat comfortably on the arm rest, letting her palm hold up her head as she pressed against it. She wondered to herself when the others would arrive, because quite frankly she was ready to leave and return back to the human world. It was much more interesting than Hueco Mundo and at least there she could have a little excitement. A few moments of silence passed after the fake Vivian finished her sentence, the tension thick in the air. "Is that so?" Vivian said inquisitively in a soft tone, more as a statement than a question, "well at least it's an upgrade," she said in a sly shot at her counterpart.

In all actuality she was just playing around now. There was no need to heckle the arrancar about morphing into something more appealing right? Vivian cracked a small smile at the thought and tapped her free hand on the other arm rest with her nails, sending a soft click through the room. "So what is that text you have, hmm?" Vivian finally asked the copy. It seemed her clone was so engrossed in the old text, it might be something worth taking a look at herself.


 

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Vivian listened as her clone explained the text that it was perusing. It seemed to be a reference to Aizen's reign and the notes he had made over the years. Vivian wondered where the Arrancar had acquired such an important text and what he intended to learn from the text. Yet before she could rebuttal to her clone Carmellia walked in. As always she had her humor about her, making a comment about the multiple Vivian's in the room. Vivian smiled at that, shaking her head a little. "Nice to see you again too, Carmellia."

However her clone seemed to take it more literally. Though her head was turned away from the arrancar Vivian could her the soft shaping of a new being behind her. That and coupled by Carmellia's reaction pretty much confirmed Vivian's earlier suspicions that the clone of her was none other than Clark's minion Seishin Mira. He was, in all terms of the word, a creepy person. Not because he was weird, which sometimes he seemed that way, but his constant shifting forms to other people made him seem stalker-esk. Either way Vivian returned her attention to Carmellia, beckoning her to the table. "Come and sit, master Clark will be here shortly," she said, raising her leg that rest over the side of the chair's arm rest and tapped the chair next to her with the heel of her shoe.


 

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[[OOC:] Technically Seishin's a hermaphrodite considering he can have any sex organs at any time. However because he is literally anything I just assign him the universal pronoun which is male. [OOC:]]

Vivian watched as Carmellia made her way over to sit next to her. It intrigued her to see the Novena Espada try and display herself as she 'swaggered' across the room. After Carmellia had taken her seat Vivian let her leg go limp again and fall back down, swinging inches above the floor. She had many questions for the arrancar, seeing the little adventure Carmellia had earlier that day.

"So tell me love," Vivian said inquisitively. "How was the Seireitei?" In truth Vivian had never set foot in the Seireitei in the hundreds of years she had lived. A few times she had made her way into the lower Rukon district but had always been pushed back to Hueco Mundo by the local soul reapers. Of course that was a long time ago when she was still a young hallow. She sometimes thought of going back, but the Soul Society was nothing like the world of the living. Vivian much rather spend her time there, where plenty of souls and reishi abounded in that large city of lights.


 

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Vivian could see that she had stepped on some toes, so to speak. Carmellia had lost her playful demeanor and seemed upset about that whole situation. She semi avoided the question, except the fact of Frysa's little transformation, and apparently a struggle in the squad one's chambers. From what Clark said in the hall earlier, it seemed Frysa's little transformation did just that, which surprised Vivian. Such a small little arrancar could completely destroy an entire squad barrack and ward off a bunch of soul reapers, it was impressive. "Well at least some good came out of it," Vivian said kindly, giving Carmellia a soft smile. "Collateral damage is a good warning. Maybe now they will learn to keep out of our buisness. Speaking of which, where is the child?"

While she waited Vivian turned her head around to look at Seishin which still looked like Carmellia. "So Seishin, did Clark give you any idea when he is going to get here?" Vivian asked, tapping her hand on the arm chair with her fingernail, making a soft click. "And for that matter, where are the other ones?" Vivian said, to no one in particular. The meeting was soon and they were still missing a few of the Espada, not to mention the leader.