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Dusty was an understatement when it came to describing the Espada Council Chamber. It had been left unused due to the tiny size of the Arrancar population Cillian considered worthy of taking into consideration and discussing with. The few that had existed at the time were, for the most part, a bit too deranged to care about any formalities or gatherings so the hall that was more of a cavern than anything had remained unperturbed except for the few times that Cillian had come down to gather his thoughts.

That was all in the past, now. A lot had happened in a short time and things had changed so, for the first time in close to a century, Cillian let his Reiryoku slip into the large crystal orb located at the center of ten columns made of colorful, transparent crystal with a gentle touch. Though faint, the light the action would produced will be amplified greatly until it would illuminate the whole cavern by ricocheting between the numerous crystal formations filling the area surrounding the Espada meeting space. Not only did it provide a source of spiritual light, Cillian's Reiryoku would travel from one formation of crystal to another, masking his exact location by saturating the area with his presence and helping him detect spiritual beings whose Reiatsu would push back against his. That would be how he noticed the silent presence of Samuel Xerti, the one publicly in charge of the Exequias and Cillian's fraccion, standing a few feet behind him, silent and expectant. It was quite rare to see the Arrancar anywhere without sand, but empty Arrancar's blind devotion would make him do anything for Cillian.

"Lead all available Arrancars to this room," Cillian said to him before disappearing behind a cluster of crystal where he would meditate until the arrival of the Arrancars. Ever a man of few words, the other Arrancar bowed in acknowledgement and slipped out of the cavern and out of sight once more. The Espada Council Hall was located underground and one would need to go through the labyrinth-like lower levels of Las Noches to reach it. It didn't help that a very recent skirmish had damaged part of Las Noches' basement, making it a tricky and dangerous place to visit unless one knew their way around.

Less than an hour had passed since he had returned from his trip to the Forest of Stones. He could only hope that the new additions to their cause had had the time to settle in otherwise this meeting would be quite eventful. He had only had the time to revert back to his sealed form, his zanpakuto attached to his left index finger once more and grabbed a new set of civara robes to replaced the ones that had been reduced to shreds in the course of his expedition.



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((OoC: Okayz, official meeting time because we've got 'New' Espadas joining the fold and it's about time y'all fightgreet each other like proper Arrancars. I will leave the way your characters have been contacted by Samuel Xerti's sand warriors up to you though a lot of you are in the same thread so if you guys wanna be lazy, that's fine too. God knows I'm lazy. ~_~ Also, don't forget that there was a timeskip of about an hour so you guys can wrap up what you were doing. Also, there will be NPC Espadas.))

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Elyssia came with a cracking sound as her Sonido left her in the air. She falls to her feet, landing gracefully, and looks around the room she had entered. This was an extraordinary little cavern they had come across. Despite the dangers, caverns were always so fascinating. Elyssia glanced to the Primera, lifting a hand and doing a wave with her fingers. She began to move around the area, looking over all of the objects she could find. This place was very interesting to her. These crystals definitely interested her, as well. This area was a unique place she had not captured in her mind before. Elyssia moves over towards Corrona, stepping to the right side of her at a pillar. Elyssia figured each pillar would be where the Espadas would be, so she got herself ready just in case.

Elyssia rose her arms in a stretch, having been tired since she left the Cuna. She also hadn't eaten anything as of yet. And almost forgot she had been dragging her blade around in her hand. Elyssia lays the tip of the blade to the ground before her, and places both hands on the pommel. Standing tall, her skin was like the reflection of the moon as light washed over her body. Her blue irises actually seemed to glow brighter as light met them. Elyssia glances back over to Corrona; no, she'd never be as exotic as that one. But, just maybe, she could be exotic in her own right. Afterall, no one else had a snow white skin like hers. Her ear-like mask fragments were somewhat interesting. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and would even glow brightly in the light. Elyssia believed herself to have a rather nice figure, as well.

Maybe she should have thought about what she said earlier before she spoke. The Primera was a different kind of exotic, one that Elyssia had never met before. She wondered was kind of thoughts were in that head, or did she even have any original thoughts? Was she just like a doll, thrown about at the master's whim? Or maybe an ant, where she had a destined path that lead from defending the colony to throwing herself in the trash heap when she got old and useless? She could see the Primera as an ant more than a doll. Maybe Elyssia would have to probe that mind of hers; she did like to know what went on inside heads. The mind was such a fascinating piece of biology; like a giant computer packed into a 5 or 6 six pound mush bucket.

• Location ::
  
  • Genesis Chamber - Las Noches' Bowels.

• Mood ::
  
  • Curious of what's to come..

• Company ::
  
  • Corrona, Cillian...

• OOC ::
  

Arbutus listened as the Cero began his announcements, seemed he was not the only one getting a promotion today. He found it odd that there was a pecking order in attacking the highest seat, not sure he felt a part of that. When he was announced the rampant complaints were apparent. Though he showed no change of expression on his face, he acknowledged the challenge from Cillian. With a fluid motion, he unsheathed the blade on his back and whipped it toward the crowd, the air humming as the heavy weapon slashed the air. The blade in question was fully as long as Arbutus was tall. A massive ten foot set of shears, gripped not by thier twin handels but by the bend at the picot, making them look like a giant katar.

Holding the blade, one handed most noticed immediatly, pointed directly at arrancar that complained of his allegedly stolen seat, the old man swung his gaze around to pin the creature in place. The crowd scattered from the being. "You are far too young to claim my seat." Arbutus spoke in a deep resonating tone, releasing the tight hold on his spiritual pressure a bit layering the air with a heavy presence.

The indignant arrancar felt something odd on his chest and looked down. There on his chest was a writhing mass of plant vegetation burrowing into his flesh.Arbutus' eyes flared in emerald light and in a flash the plant erupted into a mass of vines and that snared each limb and wove the arrancar up in a shriek of whipping organic wire. The vines constricted drawing tighter and tighter before it caved in, crushing the unfortunate whelp, blood seeping from between the coils. A large red flower bloomed from the top of the plant as it drew off the arrancars essence to grow.

Arbutus snapped his blade up and back into its sheath. "Cross me, little ones. And you shall feed my garden." He turned back the Lord Cero and held his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

Salte Pichi watched from her spot, having never moved despite the scattering of bodies. She knew Grandpa would never lash out with a cero in here. She had seen him use the strangle weeds before, most of the defenses in the sea of stones came about in a such a way. "The silly was too focused on the sword," Salte said to the twins, Grandpa had flicked the seed right at him. She shivered at his flaring pressure. The old man was scary like this, his aura was old, but it felt like it ate at yours.


(sorry all, was sick and working like crazy, don't work at kmart unless you are prepared for holiday hell ^_^ edits for some grammer that i didn't like )

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Just as the unranked Arrancars started voicing their complaints, the Quinta had arrived, but not with the news he had hoped to hear. A live Shinigami captain had its uses especially as political prisoner or experiment. Still, a threat he would be if not managed properly so perhaps it was for the best so he answered with a simple nod of acknowledgement.

As the Quinta settled in among the circle of Espadas, Cillian watched, unmoving, while the weak were dealt with. It was good to see that the Espada were all so eager to defend their titles and prevent any they deemed unworthy to join them. Their reactions, ranging from impassive to an aggressive challenge, told much about their personality. The Arrancar appear to have been subdued, at least morally after Arbutus' display of his unique ability, even if animosity was almost tangible in the air.

"Do make sure that you make good use of his corps as fertilizer, please. Arrancars are rare to come by nowadays," he finally said to Arbutus, the closest thing to a reproach he had mustered in a long time. At the same time, the doors to the meeting were shattered by a latecomer, one Cillian was not familiar with, or so he thought. Another Natural had decided to come greet the gathering of Arrancars head on. Cillian did not know if it was pure idiocy or courage, but to have made it that far in Las Noches and not be brought to his knees by the powerful Reiatsu emanating from the room meant that he had potential. It would be most interesting to see how he would fair against all the Espadas that had voiced their intent to take on any who would attempt to rob them of their title of Espada.

Nearby Arrancars immediately leaped out of the way to avoid the newcomer's. Meanwhile, the Tercera stirred, having been awoken from her nap by the boisterous war cry. "What the bloody hell is going on?" she growled, unfolding her slim limbs and taking in her surroundings, especially the plants. Moody as ever, she let her Reiatsu seep out of her, climbing ever higher to show her irritation. Though it may be intimidating, it also gave all those around her a good peak at her strengths and limitations.

"Is that a challenge you are issuing?" was Cillian's only response to the intruder's entrance. He remained seated on the large crystal ball, observing with restrained interest. "You know of my name, but I do not know of yours. I think it would only be proper for you to introduce yourself."




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