Las Noches

[Elk]

With her prize in hand, Emillia’s hand extended downward, ripping off the arm that had been lodged in her and pulling it out. Underneath her mask, her tongue slid out, licking her lips. Her eyes grew wide as her hand reached down to grip the clone’s body, lifting it high into the air before vanishing with it, far from prying eyes.

“It has been so long since I last had a good meal. While you are not the real Primera, you will serve as a fine meal!”

Both hands clapped together as she looked down at the body, aware that it was unable to speak. Her zanpakutō came down, each strike slicing into the body, carving up what was left of it. Piece by piece, she cut it into smaller, orderly fragments. She was careful to prevent a single drop of blood from staining her clothing, allowing the sand below to absorb it. By the time she stepped back, a joyful glint shone in her eyes as she sighed in relief. Her zanpakutō rested on her back, held steady by her coiled hair, as she turned her gaze toward the Primera and the others.

"Well, you all did about as well as I would have hoped. I still expect the utmost of all of you, for the sake of Lady Valiosa's Dream. At this rate, the Seireitei as a whole will buckle and bow with our power, individually. In the meantime, I believe its time we begin preparing to descend upon the Human World."

“You certainly make for a wonderful meal, Primera, even if it was a fake. But yes, what plan do you have in mind for us?”

Her eyes-maintained contact with the Primera, but they weren’t on him per se—rather, they were on his arm. To this, her eyes narrowed slightly before shifting back. How many more blessings did this Soul King’s body provide? Could one person hold more than one piece? Her thoughts drifted toward the other Espada that were present. What pieces did they possess? She was unfamiliar with them aside from catching glimpses of the abilities they had used to attack to attack the clones.

“If it would be alright with you, Primera, I would prefer to head to the Land of the Sun—preferably Naruki City. I haven’t been there in ages, though I will more than likely be acting as reserves, waiting in the shadows to attack when needed. I want to ensure that our numbers as Espada remain obscure.

On that note, do you have any information about our adversaries? Anyone we have to watch out for? Anything they have in their pockets that you have seen before?”


Her head tilted slightly to the side as she looked at the Primera, both hands at her sides, though her pinky gave a small tap—barely noticeable to anyone not fully paying attention to her. Yet, her cheekbones rose with each question asked, as she waited with bated breath for an answer.

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[Adonai]

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”Certainly, tea sounds wonderful. Antonio, if you don’t mind?”

”G-gladly.”

The left pupil of Antonio’s eye would split into four as he approached the tea being carried by the strange Hollow minion. Hovering his hand over the cups two of them would “glitch out” momentarily as if they were swapping places with something. He takes the same two cups of tea and returns to Valiosa’s side, handing her a cup while he drinks from the other. The Left Eye Antonio possesses allows him to look into multiple near futures and manipulate his current timeline. In this case he swapped the most likely poisoned tea out with ordinary tea from a timeline where Cazador offered actual, unspiked, tea. But how could they possibly know it was spiked? Well that is easily answered by the use of the Right Eye which is embedded in the skull of Valiosa. Where the Left Eye can directly manipulate time with limited foresight the Right Eye is granted further sight with no manipulation but only of her current timeline. Because of this Valiosa knows how most conversations are going to go before engaging with them.

Sadly due to the constant use of Antonio’s Left Eye the future she sees is always influx and never 100% accurate. To reach 100% accuracy she must use both eyes at the same time and use the full ability of The Almighty. Sadly using both eyes is quite draining not to mention there is a distant voice that grows closer every time she uses them, she believes it is the original owner of the eyes communicating with her in a haunting way.

”Cazador, please do not play sly pranks or jokes with us. I am patient with everyone because we are all friends and we all want the same thing. Now, a simple yes or no would have sufficed rather than trying to poison us with whatever chemicals you had in that previous tea.”

At this point the pair both had each of their Soul King’s eye active and looking right at Cazador, this unshakeable, almighty, power staring at him and waiting for a response that they have probably already seen with their eyes. They wait patiently, sipping on the tea because they know sooner or later he will answer and the most haunting part of it all is that they know exactly when he will do it before he even does. He may stall, derail the conversation, or act distracted but they will get the answer they are looking for.

”Please, take your time. We have plenty of tea in our cups to enjoy, don’t rush on our account.”

Antonio narrows his eyes peering into the branching futures, ready to make changes should Cazador try anything else funny. Valiosa felt this and shot a quick glare at her underling as it was messing with the Right Eye’s predictions. Cazador may not be able to pick up on this glaring weakness but there is disharmony when the eyes are not with a singular person.

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[Nobody]

”Certainly, tea sounds wonderful. Antonio, if you don’t mind?”​

”G-gladly.”​

The two readily agree to the Espada's tea time, and from his perspective he perceives them retrieving the cups, as he retrieves his own cup. He sips from his cup, his face unreadable due to his mask. As he watches the two before him sipping from the cup its uncertain if he is confused, or intrigued at the sight of nothing happening. Did he expect anything to happen to begin with?
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”Cazador, please do not play sly pranks or jokes with us. I am patient with everyone because we are all friends and we all want the same thing. Now, a simple yes or no would have sufficed rather than trying to poison us with whatever chemicals you had in that previous tea.”​

"Pranks! Madame! A Gentleman never plays pranks!"
He harrumphed in disapproval, setting his cup down to fold his arms. It was easy for Valiosa at least, to be able to tell just how incredibly genuine the Espada was being. While others may perceive him spiking their drinks to be some twisted prank or joke, and although doing so without their knowledge was deemed anything but gentlemanly, Cazador although a gentleman, holds a bias towards this thought process. To him, a gentleman is always prim and proper, above such things and behavior. ​

"A spy? Or a palate cleanser?"​

Cazador's attention is returned to his Garganta Broadcast, now viewing the current Primera who was currently holding a Pluma, the one that had been observing the antics of the other Espada. 'Ohoho' Cazador becomes curious to exactly what the Primera will do with his little Pluma. Would he attempt to consume it, would he seek to destroy it? Surprisingly, neither thing was done, the Pluma instead dropped down.
"Hmm, he didn't seem to know who my Plumas were, so what stayed his hand? Was it instinct perhaps? Hollows by nature, are creatures of instinct after all."
Forgetting present company for a moment, Cazador begins thinking aloud to himself, stroking his mask covered chin. ​

”Please, take your time. We have plenty of tea in our cups to enjoy, don’t rush on our account.”​

Valiosa's voice brings him out of his own thoughts, while also reminding him of his petty feelings of dissatisfaction with her at the moment for her previous implications.

"I'm not going! A few of my Plumas can just go in my stead! HMPH!"

Not to be unexpected. Cazador himself rarely ever intervened, preferring to use his Pluma as proxies for him. If something intrigued him enough, he may be inclined to see it for himself up close, for now though that didn't seem to be the case.

 

[Elk]

Emillia’s hand moved up to her cheek as her head tilted, her eyes closing for a moment before slowly opening again.

“Mmmm… Noo, that won’t do… I’m far too excited right now to just sit back and watch from afar. I don’t know about any of you, but I will be making my departure now. The World of the Living might provide me with a challenge. I’ll also be taking a few Hollows with me.”

Her foot tapped against the sand as her hand reached up and pressed against the air. The mouth of the Garganta tore open, that familiar void screaming—not with wind, but with a turbulence of reishi that howled as she stepped forward, creating small reishi plates beneath her feet with each step until she reached her destination: the meeting hall.

Her steps echoed throughout the room, the sound cutting through the idle chatter of the wandering Números until she finally pushed past the doors. In that instant, their heads turned. Not because she had announced her arrival, but because they had felt it—the weight of her reiatsu pressing into the space around her, not by force, but by mere presence.

“Gather three Adjuchas. Each one will lead a dozen or so Hollows, along with the same number of Gillians. Tell them we’re going hunting for any spiritually aware humans and to bring them to me. As for the ones without spiritual sensitivity, they may do as they please—humans and souls alike. Any Shinigami who get in our way should be dealt with immediately.”

A respectful bow came from the Números before they disappeared, and with that, her hand rose once more, parting the air and opening the Garganta again. This time, two portals ripped into existence. She lifted a hand over her eyes as she adjusted to the brightness on the other side, blinking several times before stepping forward. Each step summoned new reishi plates beneath her feet. The unmistakable howls of Hollows rang out below as she peered downward, watching several dozen marching forward in perfect order.

“That was certainly fast. I wonder if the Primera had these Hollows prepared beforehand… Not really worth looking into.”

Her mask shifted subtly, lifting ever so slightly along her cheekbones as her eyes gleamed with something close to delight. The sight of the Adjuchas leading the way was something to be marveled at. With one hand, she reached back, gripping the pole of her Zanpakutō, while the other flicked her braid, undoing the binding that held it in place. As she pulled her weapon to the front, each step she took caused her reiatsu to sink lower and lower, until she appeared no stronger than the mere Hollows the Adjuchas were leading. The tip of her Zanpakutō was the first to break through the Garganta to Naruki City.

“How long has it been since I was here? Far too long.”

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[dem0nzlust]

The dust and sand settled after Ximena's Grand Rey Cero went off. Looking around, she saw the charred remains of the Kuvello clone, and the others happened to wrap things up separately on their accord, too. The vibration from her attack still tingled throughout her arm along with the slight damage she sustained from the Cero Obscura she endured. Still in flight or fight mode when the actual Kuvello appeared she instantly went in for another punch before catching on that this fight concluded. Stopping her attack a strong gust of wind blew past before she settled down and started digging into the clone making bleh sounds because of how tough the meat became after her attack.

"Ah that was a bit filling, but you tasted like charred meat."

She slowly stood up dusting herself while expelling the life given to her jacket then discarded it since most of it was destroyed. As she stood up glancing around the area she lightly stretched out her arm feeling the difference after eating the clone, and can felt the energy circulating through her body. The thought did cross her mind of what it would be like to eat Kuvello himself, but never had no plans on pursuing that curiosity because she considered him a friend and believed in the cause he strived for them all.

"Now I had a nice meal...I guess should go do something productive."

She listened to what Emilia said before scratching her head feeling a bit sleepy so decided to go catch a nap in Kuvello's bed instead of her own. She swiped the air opening up a Garganta in front of her with a drowsy expression on herself. She figured after one good nap then the hunt could truly begin for these so-called Soul King parts but there were enough of them that might put more haste into searching. Entering into the dark void of the Garganta without any forethought on the end destination where she ends up beside her uncanny ability to find someone else's bed.

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Las Noches: Espada Towers --> Unknown Location.​

 

[Itami]

We watched the others, not convinced in the slightest. These extensions of Kuvello wouldn't do, Arrancar dared not let others eat from their flesh, this was some trick or smart arrancar thing that made Grimaldi's instincts cringe.
"Asqueroso. " His teeth would smack sending a small Cero from his mouth off into the distance. Gtimaldi watched the others answer Kuvello and vanish off into their separate ways, Grimaldi lingered for a little walking over to the creature Kuvello dropped to the sands. Crouching next to the small hollow-like creature, Grimaldi would reach out and pick the small thing up, setting it gently on his shoulder.

"If there is something to do, other than destroy this endless infinite sand, in this so-called living world. Sure, I'll go search for powerful body parts."

Chuckling as he looked at the hollow (?) on his shoulder, Grimaldi spoke in a voice as if talking to a child. " So, pequeño extraño. What do I call you? Are you hungry? "

Grimaldi would pick up the 'offering' Kuvello had managed to retrieve and hold it up to the small little pluma, intending to allow it to eat it instead. " You can have this if you want it, I've no use for it. Let us go into this new world, and see what chaos we can cause."

魔王, Maō, "The Archenemy" As Grimaldi has become known in the wastes of Hueco Mundo. Born into a pack of hollows at the end of the year, at the heart of winter. A hollow that was so savage he forced his identical brothers into allowing Grimaldi to absorb them. Just so he could maintain the ever-hungry void of power he craves. Long forgetting their names, Grimaldi only cared for one thing, the next satiating meal to quell his hunger, and then they came. The Arrancar that offered that meal, something so filling it even removed his hollow hole. The hunger was held over for now, and it filled Grimaldi with an eternal depressing boredom. He acted as if he wasn't excited but in reality, his mouth was drooling.

Allowing the others to stretch their legs before him, Grimaldi finally moved to touch the air, summoning a Garganta. However this was not to the human world, but to the Forest of Menos. There, His garganta would be overtaken and start to spread out larger and larger, until the head of a Gillian started to emerge into the air.


"This is Chillón, He's coming with us." Grimaldi would step into the portal, and then the activation of the Gillains Garganta would start to close, leaving them in a pitch-black void. Grimaldi with the small Strange Pluma creature on his shoulder, Riding on the shoulder of the Gillian he called Chillon. There were other hollow gatherings of the Menos and Adjucha level, This made Grimaldi bear a fanged smile.

"Might be fun after all."

Gargantua > Living World.
Posting Order: Kuvello → Emillia → Ximena → Grimaldi

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[TherosAestas]

The silence felt suffocating. Since Grimaldi, Ximena, and Emillia were off on a trip to the world of the living, the towers fell into a surprisingly peaceful state of quiet. While the other Espada might be easy to find, one would be hard-pressed to locate the solitary siren. Though she had a room of her own, Cordelia was rarely there. Deep within the towers, in a room few dared to enter, the watery songstress lay curled up in a chair far too big for her that most certainly did not fit the aesthetic of Emillia’s room. It was ostentatious and faced Emillia’s own chair, clearly dragged in from elsewhere. Though her body was motionless and her face serene, Cordelia was insomnolent. She had become accustomed to the noise and activity that the other espada brought to her life, so for them to be absent left her perturbed.

Slowly opening her tourmaline eyes, Cordelia let out a frustrated sigh. She was always restless when Emillia was away, and while the two had been a matched pair for nearly a century and half, she still wasn’t used to being so agitated. Even when she did manage to sleep, her dreams were plagued with visions of her drowning the same way she’d done to thousands of hollows. She waved the thought of an icey depth’s embrace away. ”This silence is unsettling. I hope Em is okay.” She unfolded her legs as she leaned over and retrieved her boots from the floor. It took only mere seconds for her to lace her boots and rise from her chair.

As Cordelia stalked the halls of the towers, she chewed on her nails, deep in her thoughts. She could make a quick trip to the world of the living to quell her concerns, but then she ran the risk of being a hindrance to the others. Perhaps she could pay a visit to Kuvello. Her brow furrowed as she debated what to do. A sense of foreboding crept up her spine as she bit into the end of her nail, snapping it off.

That was it, she was going to the world of the living whether she would be of any help or not. As she raised her hand, opening a garganta, she hesitated for a moment before stepping through. With each step forward, the gnawing hunger in the pit of her being grew and grew, squashing out any hesitation she’d felt while at the same time suppressing her reiatsu to the point that she would come across as a mere spiritually aware human. As she approached her destination a fraccion caught up to her, leaning in close to inform her of what had transpired so far and that Emillia seemed very intent on keeping a couple of humans alive.

As the garganta opened upon Naruki City, Cordelia’s glowing tourmaline eyes peered out of the darkness. Her gaze drifted to a peculiar young woman with white hair who appeared to be fleeing from an explosion of her own making with her comrade. "That one looks fun.” Cordelia reached behind her head, pulling out the comb that held her hair back and allowed it to fall over her face to hide her mask fragment. Without a second thought, Cordelia reached out into the night and destruction.

Espada Towers —---> Naruki City

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