Las Noches

[Adonai]

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With the Espada currently gathered Valiosa can finally begin the meeting. Grimaldi was actually the first Espada to “arrive” since he was already seated at the table. In reality he was just taking a nap at the meeting table and had no idea that a meeting was going to be called, luckily one of his brothers, who are fused with him, can relay anything said to him when he awakens. Cazador offers tea and treats but she, Antonio and their hooded guest, decline by simply not interacting with the offer. Considering their last interaction with Cazador required the use of the Soul King’s eyes to nullify any sort of foul play they don’t want to waste power needlessly again. Valiosa smiles as she looks across the table to everyone, her heart swells with joy and anticipation that her dream of revenge has finally taken shape.

”Now, let the meeting begin!”

She says cheerfully and jauntily.

The Espada Meeting

”First of all congratulations on the operation in the Human World, it gave me time to put the finishing touches on our military. With the eyes of the Shinigami looking at the human world they were unable to detect the mass creation of Arrancar I helped create. We will not be invading with gillian and Adjuchas, we will be invading with our own kind at our backs. We have to ensure total victory.”

She kicks her feet since the chair she is sitting in is obviously too big for a girl of her size.

”I have taken note of the two humans you managed to capture, well more like stranded here in Hueco Mundo. We do not have the time to go after them but once this war is finished you may hunt them down at your own leisure which brings me to an important topic, what will we do after the war?”

She pauses to look around at everyone, somewhat imagining what they will all be doing.

”Once we are done I suppose you can consider the Espada dissolved until someone becomes a proper God King or Queen to take proper rule over Las Noches. Me, Antonio, and our friend here are going to be going our own way. We only want revenge for Esmerelda, nothing more. Of course you are free to keep the Soul King parts you have collected, I wonder how many of you will fight and kill each other over them or just go do your own thing? Ooo, the next leader of Las Noches will be the most fearsome thing!”

She is giddy with excitement for the distant future and rightfully so. With the power to see said distant future why wouldn’t her mind be on it? She calms herself and refocuses on the here and now.

”Now, for the invasion, Antonio?”

He grunts as he leans towards the table and presses a button, a hologram of the Seireitei appears. It is an older version of the Seireitei, how it appeared during the Hallowed Wars to be specific. It is obvious this hologram was not constructed by anyone here.

”A gift from the former 7th Espada, he was such a tech genius in his day! Now, we will all be separated as individuals to invade the Shinigami stronghold. We won’t attack with our Arrancar army right away, I want you all to cause as much damage and chaos as possible until you draw out their more powerful Shinigami. Meaning their Seated members, Lieutenants, and even their Captains. Once they engage with you feel free to release the Arrancar at your own discretion. Try not to double up on a single division, if you can help it, I’ve seen Shinigami in the past who were at an advantage when they were fighting more than one opponent. Our goal is to destabilize them completely, killing their Captains and Lieutenants along with anything of importance to them be it a place, object, or people. Me, Antonio, and our friend here will be fighting their Captain Commander.”

While it is a sound plan the holes in Valiosa’s revenge begin to be seen. She has no up to date info on the Shinigami. Within the confines of Hueco Mundo she seems like a mastermind, brilliant even, but when her plans need to stretch beyond Hueco Mundo it is clear that she is going in half cocked. Discovering these Soul King fragments by happenstance and the powers given to her are making her brash and impatient. This revenge should have taken decades to plan out, gathering info on their enemy and not relying on old data. But she can see the future, she sees the Seireitei in ruins so there is no reason for her to doubt herself. But others can doubt her as there are a few here who probably have doubted her, including her own right hand man Antonio who has begun to doubt the Almighty power of these Soul King fragments.

”Now, is there anything anyone would like to add or say? If not, we will make our move now.”

It is one minute until doomsday for the Seireitei.

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Those who lurk in Shadows

At an unknown distance and height five individuals cloaked in white robes watch Las Noches from the sky. For now they cannot be sensed but given their reaction to seeing Las Noches it seems like they have found what they were looking for. They look at the man who stands in the middle of their five set and he nods. With flair and style their flap cloaks up and using the shadows cast on their backs they create a silhouette of themselves using said Shadow. The Shadow consumes the five people and then they are gone without a trace…

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[Kuvello]

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Just as Kuvello made his way into the meeting hall, he would find Segunda in the midst of one of his naps. As much as the Cerberus slept you'd have thought he'd had been a cat in his past life. Though thankfully, he had managed to correctly predict the need for presence in the dire time. Moments would pass as each member of the Espada now entered, some in groups, as others came in separately, like himself. His emerald eyes scanned the room, the anxiety of the meeting beginning to settle within him. Suddenly the arrival of a masked man would bring about a service, as the bird-like creatures he had brought with him began to hobble around the room, as a plate of wafer-like confectionaries and a kettle of assumed tea now was offered to each Espada who accepted. Kuvello would watch as the Pluma began to prepare his tea for him, the amber liquid reflecting his visage as he lifted the cup to his face. However, just before he was able to partake of the offered drink, Valiosa, Antonio, and a strange robed man would enter into the room, as the murmurs of visitation were brought to a sudden halt.
Watching as they declined the offering of the "biscuits and tea" as the masked man had called them, Kuvello would motion the plate and saucer containing his cup of tea forward. Choosing to follow their caution rather than allowing the potential peace-time offering from a man he had not formally come to know. Another new face stood out to Kuvello as his eyes scanned the members who sat, as she seemed to be rather close to Emillia. Perhaps one of her fracción? Perhaps it was best he didn't bring his to the meetings, such a number would draw too much attention. As the meeting began to get underway, after congratulatory remarks were made, Kuvello would begin to listen. Much to his expectations, it seemed the ones who brought them all here were now ready to offer up their roles, as they no longer sought to upheld the rule they all had worked so hard to ascertain. Such hubris, such a pity everything was just for show.
Then the outdated hologram was projected from the table. The very same one Kuvello had seen during the last unsuccessful invasion. A manic smile would cross his lips as he began to chuckle. His soft chuckle soon becoming boisterous and loud as it seemed to make him the center of attention. His eyes saturated with mania, the folly these two wannabe's dared to reveal to them.

-----Treacherous Hubris-----

"Haha...hahaha.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You can't be fucking serious. Seriously, this has to be a joke. You dare patronize the memory of Esmerelda, after using us to amass this kingdom from it's ashes?!"

The Primera Espada would rise from his seat, the blood within his veins boiling, his hands clenched the arms of his chair as he drew it back and away from the table.

"I should've known better than to allow myself to be seduced by the likes of you both. If Esmerelda were still alive, she'd have gutted the both of you and left your half-dead corpses left to hang in the winds of the desert. You know nothing of the Mistress, the God Queen, who you once served; and I refuse to stand here and be commanded by impatient, half-baked, Espada wannabe's any longer."

Kuvello would look to the rest, not expecting one of them to understand, let alone to rally with him, but rather to get a feel for their own take on his sudden and up-til-now uncharacteristic outburst.

"You both seek to lead us all to our untimely deaths, and I'm certain this new Arrancar is but a testament of your own survivability insurance and power complex. Yes I know I am one to talk as the first initiate to be tempted into your clutches with the promise of a gift of god-like power, but even without this arm, I could see the arrogance in which the two of you carry yourselves and rule with. You step down now, because you've seen the future, a future you don't want to be directly responsible for, am I right? Valiosa! Antonio!"

A Garganta the size of his hand would manifest as he began to pull his Zanpakutō from it's own dimension. ​

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[TherosAestas]

The familiar comfort of Emillia reassuring her that she in fact wasn’t late set Cordelia at ease. As Emillia lifted her chin and talked to her about food, she playfully chomped once at the air. A strange emptiness formed within Cordelia as Emillia moved away from her to take her seat. Perhaps I should have eaten the messenger. Chewing on her thumb nail, she slid into the chair across from Emillia. Pulling her feet up onto the chair with her, she glanced around at the table. Grimaldi was already there, albeit asleep. When was he ever not napping? Her attention shifted to the door as Ximena and Cazador made their entrances.

Cordelia’s stomach growled at the mention of biscuits and tea, but she didn’t reach for any. She didn’t trust the smaller arrancar. In reality she didn’t trust anyone, not truly. She wholeheartedly expected Emillia to turn on her someday too. Ignoring the hunger blossoming within her, Cordelia turned her attention back to the gathering at hand as Kuvello walked through the doors. Cordelia listened intently as the meeting finally got underway. At the mention of dissolving the Espada until there is a proper God King or Queen, Cordelia glanced at her fellow Espada. She imagined it would be one of them. She wouldn’t dare to harbor that much ambition.

As the meeting continued on, Cordelia’s mind wandered to the captain she’d seen in Naruki, the one who had attempted to freeze Emillia solid. She wondered how he would taste when all that cold power and shivering lifeforce vacated his body. Would he taste of the cold itself, like a refreshing mint, or would he taste of his favorite things to consume in life?

A sudden manic laugh snapped Cordelia from her ruminations. Her keen gaze shifted to Kuvello, taking in his every word and movement. Her face was a mask of serenity, not a single emotion or thought showed there. She wasn’t the type to confront someone for reaching their tipping point and expressing their thoughts, and even if she was, she wouldn’t do so here. She didn’t want problems right now, she only wanted to slaughter shinigami and feed. Besides, she was sure Kuvello had no clue who she even was so she was certain anything she could say would just infuriate him more.

The air shifted as the hand-sized garganta opened and the primera retrieved his zanpakuto. Cordelia’s hand rested over her left forearm, her own zanpakuto hidden neatly within her sleeve. The aquatic sexta continued to observe, as she always did. The breaking point had clearly come and passed for Kuvello, and she couldn’t wait to see what more would come of it.

 

[Itami]

The low murmur of rising tension gnawed at the edge of Grimaldi’s consciousness, like static scraping at the back of his skull.

“…wake up, hermano… you’re missing the show…”
Elian’s voice slithered through his thoughts first—sharp and impatient.

“…he’s drawing his sword… damn idiot…”
Quinn’s tone was cooler, more measured, already replaying what had been said.
The brothers didn’t yell. They didn’t need to. Their irritation was steady enough to stir the beast.

Grimaldi’s head shifted slightly, emerald eyes cracking open beneath the shadow of his brow. Still slouched in his chair, arms draped like dead weight at his sides, the Segunda Espada blinked twice.

The tension in the room wasn’t imaginary. It was thick, and not from power alone—there was insult in the air. Arrogance. Desperation. Things that had scent and shape in Hueco Mundo if you knew how to smell them.

He sat up.

Not fast. Not theatrically.

Just enough.

A groan of steel from the back of his chair echoed under the table’s edge as Grimaldi leaned forward, spine uncoiling. The glow of old holograms still played across the polished surface, flickering against his face as he ran a single claw along his jawline and stretched his neck.

A low breath escaped him—half a yawn, half a growl.

He hadn't even known a meeting was happening. But now that he was here, awake and aware, his gaze slid toward the source of the discord. And stayed there.

He listened. To the shouting. To the sudden swell of fury. To the hum of a blade being prepared—not used, but ready.

Grimaldi scoffed.

A dry, dismissive sound. No louder than the scrape of bone against marble.
“…You woke me up for this?” His voice rolled out low and slow, dragging sand across the room with it.

He shifted in his chair again, letting his limbs hang loose as if the very idea of urgency bored him. Only his eyes were sharp, fixed forward, slitted with contempt and amusement both.

“You’re crying about dying,”he muttered, “but the moment you drew steel on this side of the table, that future got a hell of a lot closer.”

Grimaldi’s fingers flexed once, gently tapping the table as the faint vibration of his spiritual pressure pulsed out in a quiet ring around him. Not a challenge. Not an escalation. Just a reminder.

“You think this war’s gonna kill you?” He tilted his head, voice more amused now, feral grin curling onto his lips. “Then you already lost. Death starts in your spine. I can smell it on people.”

The tapping stopped.

“You’re not mad about the plan. You’re mad you didn’t make one. You’re mad they don’t need you to win it.”

The air tightened around his shoulders as Grimaldi sat upright fully now, eyes narrowed, voice quieter.

“I don’t care if you live or die. But if you wanted to make your death matter, you should’ve kept your sword sheathed and your damn pride under your tongue.”

Grimaldi leaned back again, lazily, folding his arms across his chest, the iron ring of Calabozo’s chain clicking faintly as it shifted along his belt.

“Drawing your blade in Hueco Mundo to bark at ghosts?”
A pause. Then a final sneer, just loud enough.

“Hope you brought enough power to survive the silence that comes next.”

The last echo of his words hung in the stale air of the chamber, heavy with contempt and silence.

Grimaldi didn’t wait for applause, nor reaction. He’d said what needed saying. Nothing more.

His arms remained folded across his broad chest, posture relaxed but far from passive. Behind the lazy lean was coiled readiness, the same kind of stillness one saw in a predator moments before it lunged. His eyes scanned the holographic map of the Seireitei without blinking, head tilted slightly as he listened to the plan play out.

Old blueprints. Old data. Old ghosts.

But war didn’t need perfection.

It just needed momentum. Chaos. Pressure.

And Grimaldi knew pressure better than any soul alive.

After a moment of silence, his jaw flexed—an audible pop crackled from his neck as he straightened again.

“…If it’s destruction you want…” His voice came low, dragging like steel against wet stone. “Then point me where you want the hole punched.”

His gaze drifted to the map, lingering on a random sector—any would do.

“I don’t need a partner. I don’t want one. I’ll tear through whatever place you send me to and leave a crater big enough to carve new rivers through their fancy walls.”

He paused, then leaned forward slightly, the chains of Calabozo clicking at his hip like whispering steel.

“But I ain’t just going. I’m giving, too.”

He reached up and tapped the side of his temple, once.

“You all remember my brothers.” His tone shifted—colder now. Hollow with something else. Regret? No. Reverence.

“Quinn. Elian.”

He nodded once, slow and firm.
The edges of his spiritual pressure trembled as if something beneath his surface had stirred—something else, separate from him yet not apart. The weight of it filled the space between words.

“I gave up pieces of myself. Carved muscle and soul alike. We molded what was left into something… pure. Something unchained. No thought. No fear. Just hunger and command.”

His grin widened—this time, it wasn’t mocking. It was proud. Unapologetically so.

“When the time’s right, I’ll let it out. One of you can call it what you want, but I call it what it is—a monster. Built for ruin. For collapse. No schemes. No speeches. Just death."

A long pause, then:

“And wherever I drop it… there won’t be anything left to salvage. That part of Soul Society? Gone.”

He leaned back once more, letting the weight of that promise settle in the room like ash.

“Now... tell me where to dig.”

Posting Order: Valiosa → Kuvello → Grimaldi → Cordelia → Emillia → Ximena → Cazador

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[Elk]

The playful chomp from Cordelia drew her eyes sideways, mask lifting slightly. The sound of snoring had pulled her attention to the Segunda sleeping, eyes narrowing for a moment before they shifted over to the Primera as well. Three quiet taps echoed from her fingers pressing against the table—before the Tres arrived, a fourth tap rang out.

“Such is our way, Tres. We all want to become stronger—and the best way is to kill one another.”

A tapping echoed through the halls. Her eyes flickered toward the door as her upper half leaned over the table—elbow propped, palm turned skyward, the white edge of her mask resting lightly in her hand. A clap followed, then came the offer: strange, misshapen Hollow creatures approached, balancing trays of tea and biscuits. One finger rose to press against the side of her mask as she gave a subtle shake of her head.

Her fingers tapped against her bone mask as Valiosa began to speak—her creations of Arrancar, the two humans now trapped in Hueco Mundo... her eyes began to dull. So much so that she didn’t bother taking notice of the hooded figure that stood beside them. That was, until she heard that they would be able to fight for those parts. Her body slowly shifted back up, before her gaze turned toward the Primera’s arm.

Valiosa continued her speech about who and what to target. After that, the Primera began to speak of treachery—and that had her mask lifting up high. Before both hands would clap, the Segunda began to speak. As he finished, her hands began to clap—slow and deliberate—as her gaze was fixed on the Primera reaching into the garganta for his Zanpakutō.


“What a lovely speech you made, Primera!”

“And here I was, thinking I would make that first move of treachery. But you? Unexpected!”

“Brilliant, even! Though if you chose to do it now? In the last few minutes? You’re a poor strategist. You should have waited for the war to start before you committed to this.”

“It would have been easier to attack while they were distracted.”


Laughter came out from her as she leaned back to look at the rest of the Espada. As much as she wanted to fight and take his arm piece, she was more excited to fight Shinigami—especially after her encounter ten days ago.

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[dem0nzlust]

Ximena took in what Emillia had to say, making her quite curious about what motives brought her to join here. Even from their first meeting discussing how to deal with the rebellious faction of hollows, her thoughts gravitated to infiltrating them to turn them against each other. However, she looked at it, Emillia was a wild card and unpredictable one at that, she remained vigilant on. Soon after she had taken her seat then three other people followed, with two of them recognizable and the third remaining unknown, but caught her curiosity. Leaning back into the chair, she listened in on what their attack plan happened to be. Once this outdated hologram with a layout of the Soul Society.

Followed by this came what seemed like a half-baked plan about invading them with no intelligence, reconnaissance, or anything to gather up-to-date information. Ximena clearly showed signs of irritation, boiling over, hearing this planned, wondering what they had been doing up to this point. After all these years, this was the grand master plan? She was always one to take the path of least amount of energy spent, but when it came to battle, reminiscent of her hollow powers, even the smallest things mattered. For her, it was clear that these two became so reliant on the use of the Soul King's eyes that it dulled their instincts and analytical skills. She experienced firsthand how coordinated the shinigami are from her encounter in Karakura Town, and just rushing in put them at a disadvantage with this shitty detail. About to speak up when requested to, she was stopped when she heard the sudden laughter, then, out of all people, she least expected to snap. Probably to everyone's dismay, the hot-headed Ximena became the voice of reason as she pressed her palm into the table, causing it to send hairline cracks through it.

"I agree this plan will end poorly because I can come up with something like in my sleep, hell even my shits are better formulated then this." She paused for a second, looking directly at Kuvello before continuing. "Think very carefully about your next actions because once you attack, everything you tried to work for is gone. Our common enemy is the shinigami, and once they are dealt with, then you can settle things with them, or this invasion ends before it even started."

Rubbing her head, a big sigh of frustration came out.

"Now, there are some salvage parts in this plan we can refine for better coordination. Challenging the Captains and most likely Lt's will allow for the Arrancar army not to be wiped out so quickly, as I learned from Karakura Town, the shinigami are quick to use their Zanpakuto, and even a Captain displayed her Bankai as soon as she joined. That reliance on their powers can become a crutch, but also something to be wary of."

As she spoke the final sentence, her gaze drifted directly to Antonio and Valiosa. However, if this all was for naught and wasting her breath, she was ready to make heads roll.

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Posting Order: Valiosa → Kuvello → Grimaldi → Cordelia → Emillia → Ximena → Cazador ​

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[Nobody]

"Hmpf!"

He sat in his oversized chair, huffing in annoyance as Valiosa, Antonio and their entourage once again choose to decline his offered treats, this time with their silent rejection as if to dismiss its existence altogether.

"Hmpf!!"

Another aggravated huff of disapproval, now accompanied with his arms folding over his chest as it was the Espada known as Kuvello who declined his Tea and Biscuits. He couldn't help but feel how rude it was.

"HMPF!!"

"HMPF!!

"HMPFF!!!"

One after the other, they declined or ignored the treats being carried around by his Plumas, and with every rejection he huffed and harrumphed, turning his head left, right then up. With his miniature size, it gave the image of a child pouting.

With the meeting underway, arms still folded he shifts on his seat to turn away from the table, as though to tell them he was not talking to any of them. He is unmoved about the excursion into the world of the living, nor does he show any hint about caring about the humans somewhere in Hueco Mundo. To believe he wasn't making a mental note of it however, would be foolish. Valiosa's announcement of stepping away does nothing to move the gentleman, for her presence or absence does not affect his work in any significant way.

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”A gift from the former 7th Espada, he was such a tech genius in his day!"​

"Yes, yes. We're in a new era now, tsk tsk!"

He remained turned away from the table, not bothering to look at antiquate map, speaking as if her comment was a slight to him and his intellectual accomplishments, not that anyone there would be aware of what they were. Rather this was due to how useless he felt it was or if he was simply still sulking was entirely up to debate. With how his mask is formed on him, it makes it impossible to gauge his reaction or feeling towards this plan, or lack thereof. With the completion of the thrown together plan at this thrown together meeting, their would be Primera is the first to speak showing his disapproval.

The gathering had started civil, something unexpected by quickly was devolving into the chaos known to accompany these powerful arrancar when together. Opinions are thrown about, subtle jabs made, threats insinuated, and conflict instigated as those around the table spoke.

TAP TAP TAP TAP

Cazador repeatedly strikes the table with his cane repeatedly as if it were a gavel and he the judge. He stands atop his chair, using it to help him as he climbs to stand on the table.

"You lot are completely, unelegant!"
He nodded his head firmly as he adjusted his jacket as though the pint he had just made was a heavy one. Truth be told, Cazador had no interest in the invasion, no such desires like revenge, in fact he held some admiration for the Shinigami. He would certainly kill them if need be, but he was more inquisitive than anything.

"And you!"

He pivots on the table, cane pointed towards Ximena as he waved it back and forth.

"Do not be so naive. A Shinigami's main means of felling our kind has always been their zanpakuto. To expect them to use means other than the tried and true would be foolish of us. Overestimation of one's own strength will be the end of you all."

He once more nods his head in agreement with his own words, and again adjusts his jacket before resting the bottom of his cane against the table once more.

"You must all be like me. Calm, rational, civilized and elegant. Only then can true progress be made."

He looked to each of them, tipping his top hat towards every female Arrancar present before waltzing towards the edge of the table climbing back down into his seat.

 

[Adonai]

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”My, my, full of opinions today aren’t we? On the day of our attack no less. How utterly… Frustrating.”

”I told y-you we sh-should have k-killed him.”

Valiosa hops out of her chair and onto the table, her hands behind her back as she walks across it towards Kuvello whom she has locked eyes with. Antonio is strangely calm for some reason considering he now has a reason to attack the one person he has suspected this entire time. As Valiosa struts across the table she speaks to each of the Espada in a calm voice. Warnings to each of them wrapped in kindness.

”Cordelia, please take your hand off your Zanpakuto, it won’t be needed right now. Grimaldi, I appreciate your input, but be a pal and let me handle this, yeah? Emillia, do not encourage such behavior, it is a fast way to put yourself on the chopping block instead. Ximena, if I can be blunt, from one friend to another, you are the laziest one here. How can you make up a better plan when you can barely stay awake in general?”

She strides past Cazador as he hops off the table to return to his seat.

”Cazador, I’m surprised you are acting as rational as you are.”

Antonio raises his right hand, an obvious gesture that would grab their collected attention considering that usually following such a gesture results in a Cero being fired. He opens his hand and instead of a Cero he drops locks of hair, different colors and textures, the hair of the Espada. Surely they would assess their own head after seeing it dropped on the table so casually, all would find part of their hair missing, Kuvello in particular having almost an entire ponytail cut off. When did Antonio do this? And what a wonderful question that would be to ask. It is not a matter of when in the present did he do it but when in the future did he do it? Valiosa stops in front of Kuvello, looking down at him as she stands on top of the table and then suddenly-

*CRASH!!!*

Valiosa’s Theme

A massive double sided battle ax slams into the table without warning. It landed as if it had been falling for quite some time but there is no hole in the ceiling to suggest it came from there. This battle ax belongs to Valiosa and she reaches back, putting her hand at the same distance from her Zanpakuto that Kuvello’s is, almost like an old western duel where two cowboys have their hands hovering just over their guns.

”I know your next move already, what you will say, how you will react. Knowing all this in advance means I wholeheartedly plan to sever that left arm from you should you do anything I don’t like. I thought we were friends… Friends trust one another even if their idea seems bad at first you have to give them a little faith, a little trust that they are doing their best and what they think is right… But… I forgot that we are Arrancar, Hollows don’t normally form friendships with others.”

At the head of the table the stranger in the hooded cloak leans over the table, watching the other Espada carefully. Meanwhile the sound of a blade unsheathing can be heard behind Kuvello, Antonio is behind him, pointing his blade at the back of his chair. He squints his eyes as if focusing on something. If that something is in his mind or in the future it is unknown but Kuvello is currently sandwiched between two entities that casually play with the future before it has a chance to become the present.

”I’d rather not deal with you like any other Arrancar… But it seems like our old habits of fighting to get our points across just won't go away. Why spend centuries building a plan when I can just look ahead and gather what I need now? Please don’t make me hurt you, friend. Understand that my plan has foresight beyond your understanding.”

She raises her left hand and seemingly “taps” the air, opening a Garganta behind all the other Espada.

”These Garganta will lead you to specific places in the Seireitei, chosen by myself. Kill off as many of their fodder until their Captain’s and/or Lieutenants confront you. Once they do, open a Garganta of your own and let our army handle their rank and file soldiers.”

While explaining this she keeps her eyes locked on Kuvello, still waiting to see how he will react.

”So what will it be, friend? Do we have to fight using our basic instincts or can you trust me enough to follow me and avenge Esmerelda?”

She extends her hand slowly to him as an offer of peace while the other hand still hovers by her ax handle.

”Please don’t make me kill you, friend…”

With her orders given she now expects the Arrancar to march out and begin their invasion. She hopes Kuvello doesn’t make the wrong choice although she already knows the answer he will make before he even does.

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[Elk]

Talk of a plan ending poorly from the Tres, a huff from the unknown but likely Quinto, had her cupping her mask in one hand, elbow propped against the armrest. Her gaze slid from the Primera, to the Segunda, over to Cordelia, then the Quinto, and finally to Valiosa, Antonio, and their mystery man.

“Cordelia, please take your hand off your Zanpakuto, it won’t be needed right now. Grimaldi, I appreciate your input, but be a pal and let me handle this, yeah? Emillia, do not encourage such behavior, it is a fast way to put yourself on the chopping block instead. Ximena, if I can be blunt, from one friend to another, you are the laziest one here. How can you make up a better plan when you can barely stay awake in general?”

Her gaze shifted back to Valiosa, then to Antonio’s hand, eyes narrowing… Her hand moved over her head for a moment, fingers traveling through her hair. Her gaze again shifted to each of the Espada in the room, before running through her hair once more, then back to Antonio as he began to drop pieces of each of their hair.

“When did you?”

The sound of metal slicing through stone had her eyes shift over to Valiosa. Her upper half slowly rose, both hands moving forward, fingers interlacing. One leg lifted over the other, settling into a crossed position, while she leaned back into her seat.

Valiosa spoke of friends and how they wouldn’t do this. Her finger slightly twitched, the foot suspended mid-air shifting slightly. Again, her gaze turned towards the hooded figure. The more Valiosa spoke of putting Arrancars down, her eyes dilated for a moment. That was, until the Garganta opened... her eyes shifting back to it, while her mask began to rise.

The screeching sound of the chair echoed as she slowly rose.

“Do enjoy yourselves. I’ve got Seireitei to burn.”

A reishi path began to form in front of her as she stepped into the Garganta.

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[Nobody]

As Valiosa spoke Cazador only nodded his head repeatedly, believing he had done an excellent job in speaking sense into these uncouth barbarians. With his miniature size, it meant that they mostly saw his Tophat waving back and forth from the nod.
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”Cazador, I’m surprised you are acting as rational as you are.”​

"What! Why I never!"

He exclaimed in protest. Cazador considered him a man of intellect, and manners. Someone who was far more rational than those gathered, always conducting himself with elegance and calmness. However, he was never truly an objective thinker when it came to himself and how others actually perceived his actions or mannerisms.

"Oh hooo."

As Antonio opened his hand revealing the gathered hair from those present, Cazador gripped the lenses of his mask, twisting and turning as if to adjust them while standing on his chair to lean in closer, stealing a better look. As Valiosa speaks Cazador remains fixed on the locks of hair taken from all of them, making all manner of noises and heavy breathing as his mind processes many things at an alarming rate, thoughts known only to him.

Suddenly a number of Garganta were opened behind all of them. Valiosa once more hands out her instructions, and yet again Cazador huffs in disapproval.

"A chance to engage with the Shinigami and all you lot can think of still is violence. Fools! Come my Plumas! Let us show them the path of the gentleman!"

He raises his cane into the air, waving it about as many of the miniature bird masked hollows gather around his chair. Their exact numbers were unknown given those who entered the meeting room at his command. He aims his cane towards the Garganta.

"Onward!"

Hopping off his chair and towards the Garganta, he along with his Plumas are swallowed up in the maw as they begin their travel to meet their (unwilling) hosts.