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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:18 am

Within the misty dusk of Karakura District, the gentle winds blew and the silent sounds sung silent songs heard only by those willing to listen. The sun had begun it's descent on the town, red and purple clouds overhanging the world like a magnificent pastel painting of fluidic color and motion. The calming silence and darkening skies brought with it a crowd of singularity within the open confines of the city's roadways and rooftops, the dense population that filled the streets and buildings with sounds and noise having faded away with the quickly setting sun, guided away by the night's toll for quiet dinners to be spent with the family or simply a night of drinking for those less opt to take the wholesome route of enjoyment, but little did the slowly departing occupants know, there was another observer, a man who watched, middle aged and invisible to the eyes of all except the aware, clothed in the purest white and perched upon the rooftop of one of many skyscrapers, a single leg dangling over the edge, a contented gaze over-watching the bustling people with a sense of relaxation and peace that so few of his kin could ever hope to grasp for.

The man sat comfortably, his hand running through his hair and a deep inhalation of breath following, as if waking himself from a sense of sleepiness. His hand fell low before his chest, adjusting the white haori he wore, revealing the hole that rested in the place of his heart before he readjusted his position, freeing himself of a short bout of stiffness before settling in once again. His green hues continued to watch the crowds part and leave, the smallest trace of a smile reaching the smallest corner of his mouth. He envied the humans. They were completely ignorant of his existence, of his power, and of his position. If ever there was a race of beings blessed by the gods, the humans were it. They were beings able to live on, unknowing of the realities of the spiritual beings who existed both in there world, and in the worlds of Hueco Mundo and Soul Society. Yes, the humans were beings able to live short lives, but lives as they chose, free of interference from the worlds. At least, that was the ignorant way one could think of it. It tore him to watch on and realize that, these same humans died by the hands of his brothers, his sisters, and in the collateral aftermath of bouts between Hollow and Shinigami. Yes, that was the cold truth of it all, Karakura City, whether the residents realized it or not, was a deadly battlefield between the Hollow and the Shinigami, a war that the humans knew nothing of and had no reason to be a part of.

The stoic presence watched on still, his eyes scanning over the playground for a moment before averting itself to that of the setting sun and the clouds overhead. He envied the humans. They could live in both day and night, sun and moon, light and dark. It was a luxury for him to experience the sun, rarely could he ever dare to venture from the sands of Hueco Mundo. But today had been different, he had managed to steal himself away the sands of Hueco Mundo, away from the incessant howls of hollow and festering plans of invasion and tactics. Watchful eyes absorbed the sights in silent, the evening lights of the city slowly coming to light as the night sky began to envelop the earth itself. Night and day, humans had them, shinigami had them, why could the hollow not have them as well?

It was true, Marcus held a deep envy for the other races outside of his own race, and yet, he felt contempt towards his own, for it was the actions of the hollow that had forced them to be confined to Hueco Mundo itself. His mind lost itself in such thoughts, he wondered of his next steps as an individual. The Cero Espada was a monster, a woman who made deals with the devil and willingly took up the banner of evil process and eventual self-destruction. Such was the entity of the Espada as always, and such was the reason that he could only ever feel the necessity to fight against such forces, he loathed the lot of the hollow, and he as the former Legionnaire King could never let himself fall short of his goal to chance that of the hollow race. Change it, not in a way that would make them something else, but instead, force the entirety to recognize its worth beyond that of the stereotypical bloodthirsty monster, he wished for a world of peace, or rather, not just a world, but multiple worlds, a pity for him that his kingdom did not still stand, a pity that the Espada had gone about doing their best to stave off his attempts at pulling away other hollow and arrancar from their influence.

So, the question remained, what would he do now? For several years the demon wench has held her control over the hollow, what can he do to combat her? The obvious first would be to gather as much personal strength as possible, yet, such would never be enough. He required an army, a contract, a greater force that would submit all races and factions around him, not under the threat of death, but under the promise of change. Or rather, such would be the standard for many, the demons, the Espada, they would not be privy to such a feeling of mercy, they were the very effigies of pure and raw undisciplined power and destructive tendencies, they were nothing but destined from birth to destroy the all of everything around them. It is because of that very fact, that they would never be spared the blade, that very reason that his own beliefs of combating women would be overridden by his belief in the attempt to strive for only that which is proper, to live within a realm of reason, not hatred, nor infantile beliefs such as the notions of a perfect world, an ideal that so many fools on all sides seemed to think possible. No, a perfect world was not needed, but instead, a world under the protection of a group of individuals, a race nondescript and unimportant that would dictate the legitimate laws of the logical realm. Humans, Shinigami, Hollow, Demons, all required such a world to be able to live in any sense of "peace", and such would be the end he would strive for, if only his next step would decide itself, then the path upon which he must travel would light itself as the moon did that very night, a light in the darkness, such was his purpose, now if only others would follow that very light.

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The said arrancar is Victor Avitus, otherwise known by his allias as Marcus. His PL is 1/1, but don't hesitate to step in even if you're weaker than him, you're more likely to talk to him than fight him regardless of who you are.

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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:11 pm

There were no disturbances on this peaceful day. The sun was going down in a beautiful sunset. Judging from the way the day had been so peaceful, he thought that the night would be just as peaceful. Enjoying the twilight, Mayonaka was going for a walk through the park. Oh, how beautiful the park was at this time of day. Some humans were with him in the park, unaware of his presence and happy to be alive. In his eyes, Mayonaka, the Shinigami, and all the rest of the spiritual beings were still alive, You were only truly dead when you ceased to live.

Mayonaka looked around at the various people around him, all innocent, all completely ignorant of the danger that surrounded them. There was of course always the danger of themselves around them, but even more dangerous on top of all that was the danger from the beings of the spiritual world. These were more dangerous than any war that the humans could wage on themselves. It was Mayonaka's duty as a Shinigami to protect them from such an unseen danger, from the cruel fate of dieing at the hands of an enemy which they could never see coming.

It was slightly ironic in a way, that Mayonaka have the abilities he did. Just as humans never saw the Hollow coming to kill them, the Hollow would not see Mayonaka coming if he so wished it. A being born of the night, Mayonaka would silently protect as many as he could, whether in an honorable way or not he did not care. Most Hollow did not fight in an honorable way anyway. As long as his goal was achieved, Mayonaka was happy.

Such lawless things Hollows could be. It made him sad at how much they had lost their way. He was not angry at them, more he wanted to set them free. He could erase all the wrongs they had done from them and send them to Soul Society, where they could start anew. It was not their fault that they did the deeds they did. And once defeated, it would be judged whether they went to Soul Society or to Hell.

So as to avoid bumping into any humans while he sat watching the scenery, Mayonaka created Reishi particles under his feet and walked casually up to a branch on a tree, and then sat on it, his back to the trunk and his feet on the branch, not hanging off the edge. It was peaceful for the moment.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:28 pm

*the sun set is beautiful isn’t it?* thought Alaster as he sat on a conveniently flat rock that rested at the top of a hill overlooking Karakura town. The seemingly peaceful sun set and quiet atmosphere brought back distant memories from Alaster’s past, he recalled days where he would race his two brothers to the top of the highest spire just to watch the sun sink below the ocean. Letting out a rather loud sigh Alaster rose from the rock and looked down at his sword that rested in the grass next to him.

“I’ve trained about as much as I can for today. I guess I’ll head into town and see what’s going on.” with that, the shinigami grabbed his sword and slung it over his shoulder and began to make his way down the hill. It wasn’t until Alaster was at the foot of the hill that he sensed a nearby spiritual pressure *again?* he thought noticing that this spiritual pressure felt like the one of the person he had encountered before.

Alaster over at the city and narrowed his eyes then in a flash he disappeared, using his shunpo to make up the distance to the city in a quicker amount of time. This choice got Alaster closer and closer to the city in a matter of seconds and as the concrete jungle grew closer and closer to Alaster’s sites a second pressure popped up in the area. Now the shinigami was faced with a dilemma, there was no telling rather or not both pressures were friend or foe, the only thing Alaster could determine was the amount of pressure stemming from both sources, so now the question came…which one?

There was no denying in the young shinigami's mind that the larger pressure should be investigated first and as such with one final step, Alaster appeared just below a building. As the shinigami came to a stop the rush of air ruffled the ends of his coat. if anyone noticed, the young man was not wearing the standard clothing of the shinigami but rather his own style that followed the same color scheme, his blonde hair nearly shining from the fading light of the sun. Standing tall, Alaster’s head slowly scanned the area for the source of the spiritual pressure he had felt in the area.

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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:25 pm


Red Font = NPC Adjuchas

Closed eyes hid the world away as the deepest thoughts continued to perk and poke at the mind of the ageless arrancar, his face and brows twitching at the thoughts themselves, his sense of self conspiring as to his next step, or rather, such would have been the case, were it not for his interruption in the smallest sense, the small echovibrative feelings of the presence of two nearby shinigami. Perhaps he would have been concerned if their discernable powers were near his own, but, from what he could surmise, their powers as individuals could not yet compare to his own current level within his imperfect state of being, so, the shinigami went unnoticed, his deeper thoughts taking control yet again, his mind transcending the basic notions of the world around him so as to envision that world which he sought so strongly to create, after all, to create the world he so desired, the envisioning of it was the ultimate necessity, for, it is without vision that his own goals would never be realized, for too many times in history had the greatest warriors found themselves subject to the cruelest of fates, all for the fact that their envisionment of their desires had been lost to wordly corruption.

But it seemed, the night would be one entirely made of interruptions, the twang of a sensation that was as foreboding as it was simply irritating. Why would seperate presences always seem to follow after him? The very notion of his lack of ability to remain solitary when he so wished it was quite the annoying feature of his life, just as annoying as it was to see the air across the way seem to crack and peel away from itself like warping glass, the earliest signs of a stressed Garganta making themselves noticeable in the world of the living. The man cloaked in the purest of whites, he rose from his seat along the rooftop, his white ring flashing against the moonlight as a casual hand sifted through his hair, a small sign of irritation to be recognized by those whom might have known Marcus for any known length of time, intense green eyes glaring upon the Garganta as it shattered into the world, puking upon the nightsky the shapes of two boasting beings whose wicked laughter filled the air with an evil melody that only served to worsen Marcus' very own imposition upon the human realm.

Hateful hues of green looked upon the two, they were hollow of evil design, Adjuchas in the most obvious of ways, their smaller frames and brutal reiatsu buffeting all around them but Marcus, the silent arrancar watching on in silence. Yet, it was not only Marcus that recognized extra party, but, it was also those very invaders that recognized the shape of the man standing atop the building across the way, both beasts glancing at the other with watering mouths, they could sense the power, but they could not control the urge to devour it, a simple fact that had sealed the fate of the two already. Both were hideos monster, one possessing the body of an ape but the face of a horse, the other looking like that of a warped insect with the tail of a lizard, both proving to look as monstrous beasts, both of which whose hearts were blacker than the sky that overshadowed them, their teeth gnashing as one screeched in a high-pitched voice of contempt.

"Look Hex! Dinner!"

In the typical realm of Hueco Mundo, such beings would go unnoticed and ignored, yet, such could not be done, not in a world and place where shinigami and humans hunted hollow relentlessly and when Marcus himself was attempting to hide himself away from the notice of anyone. But such notions quickly vanished as both hollow turned to him, orbs of pitch crimson glowing, ceros both meant to challenge and destroy him, a pathetic notion. Two waves of crimson hurtled towards the man in white, a slight scowl present as his right arm extended to the side at parallel with his shoulders, then, with an unseen arc, his hand slashed downwards, a blast of reiatsu flying from his arm to collide with both cero blasts, a dangerous Rasgar, a personal technique, collapsing both cero and pressing onward to consume on of the Adjuchas in a blast of bright hellish fire, the other left to rage of its own accord, the ape-like beast pouncing upon Marcus with swinging fists, each blow finding itself to collide against a forearm deflection or miss completely. So quick was each movement of Marcus, that the dip was unnoticed, until the monster's fist went flying overhead the now crouched and poised Marcus, the notice that the man had managed to completely escape the onslaught and instead take ready the position of attack, his own hand glowing a dim crimson as it shot forward, the cero blast prematture and rather weak on his personal scale, yet one well enough capable of killing the hollow before him, all from the waste up vaporized, whilst the lower-body fell stories upon stories ever downward, the reiryoku particles breaking apart in the death of the hollow.

An exaserbated sigh escaped Marcus as he straightened himself, his body now floating casually above the city roads, his footing perfect upon nothingness, making it seem as though he were standing upon some unseen earth. His face was scowled as his spiked reiatsu dimmed itself quickly, the "show" was far too loud in so many forms, no doubt, the presences of those whom he had noticed earlier would have now recognized his presence in Karakura City, he merely hoped that he had not alerted others from the Gotei as well, for, a mess it would be if any of the captains or higher ranking officers came to the call of an arrancar in Karakura, such a confrontation would be unnecessary. But, the inevitable would likely occur within moments from such a time, so, rather that run, he allowed himself to remain as he was, perched upon nothingness as he stood extended in the air, the casual wind blowing powerfully against his frame, fluttering about his sleeveless haori in the wind. He whispered upon that very wind, a personal invitation, for he could not be such a rude guest in the city of humans.

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:22 pm

Mayonaka was instantly alert as the presence of a Garganta surprised him. That was not good, not right in the middle of Karakura City. He was Vice-Captain of Squad 5, more than likely the highest ranked Shinigami in the city right now. Nothing would happen while he was right there. "Shōkyo subete no hikari, Kūgeki" His Zanpacto turned black as Kuregi was unsealed. Looking up, he saw that there were three beings, two of which had just come from the Garganta. In a series of events that lasted but a moment, the two Adjuchas from the Garganta were obliterated.

There were less enemies now, but Mayonaka was not relieved or glad. More than anything, he was concerned by the power of the one Arrancar that remained. He had defeated those other Hollow like it was nothing, and the spiked spiritual energy that he emitted when he did it alarmed Mayonaka. Mainly as it looked like the Arrancar had not even tried, meaning that he had not been at full power, and meaning that he was much more powerful than he looked. After all, he had managed to get into Karakura City without being noticed in the least bit, a testament to his power.

It was a quick shunpo to get about 20 feet away from the Arrancar, at the same altitude, suspended in the air by the invisible force that was Reishi. Kuregi lay at the ready in Mayonaka's hand should the man before him try anything. "Who are you, and why are you here?" he asked, curious as to why Hollow beings would fight each other in such a public Shinigami crowded area. Mayonaka wanted to talk with him first, and not jump straight to a fight. After all, he had been laying quietly there all this time until the other Hollow had appeared. Was he planning something? Or was he just enjoying the scenery, as Mayonaka himself had been doing just a moment ago? The only way to find out something like that would be to talk with the Arrancar, nameless for the moment.

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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:51 am

*what’s this?* a single dark line made its way across the sky followed by the cracking and then bam, right before Alaster’s eyes a Garganta appeared in the sky just a little off to the side of the location of the being perched atop the nearby building. Narrowing eye’s locked on to the Garganta then at it’s occupants which appeared to be a high class of hollow that Alaster had yet to encounter. *just what the hell are those?*

His hand reaching up for the handle of his zanpakutou, the shinigami took a stance as if getting ready to fend off the two foul beasts but, then just like that in a brilliant display of power, the being that rested calmly atop the building dealt with the two hollow as if they were pieces of garbage that needed to be taken out. Alaster was left in awe at how easily the being above had just whipped those to hollow out of existence.

The shinigami found himself for the first time second guessing his own strength, he was unsure of how he could deal with such a foe if the person was indeed an enemy. Not knowing what to do Alaster stood frozen with curiosity as he simply stared at the person dumbfounded. His attention shifted when the presence he felt earlier turned out to be a shinigami quite like himself, however this shinigami had made the choice to approach the unidentified person.

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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Wed Dec 22, 2010 2:11 am


Vibrant displays, lights against the darkened sky, crimson residue of abrupt battle falling like a glowing snow from the sky, glittered like gleaming glass as they fell about the visage of the man whom stood in solitude, the presence of power and casual demeanor seemingly tearing him away from the realm of weaker mortals. The effigy of power stood alone amidst the after effects of an unecessary battle, cold eyes cast aside as though in a lack of acceptance for his lot in the life he was forced to live, detatched and alone in a world populated by the fancily engaged. What could a man whose sentance in life was to live in the darkness and casting shadows of those around him? His lot was power, a power that should ne'er existed, such was the life of a man known only as a Vasto in identity. How much he longed for the kingdom he had built so long ago, how much he longed for that place in which he belonged and existed in admiration, to live as a being willing to cast aside needless aggression, to live as a being capable of shining like the brightest candle in the ominous darkness of their existence. But now, now he stood in solitary self, mind left to wonder about the meaning of a king without a kingdom.

Green hues turned at the arrival of the effigy clad in black, a shinigami, a "God of Death", or so they called themselves. And how well he had chosen to live to that, a sword of black, eyes of question, and a stance of readiness, the so called guardians of the spiritual world. Yet, he could not disdain the man before him, he could not take up the sword as readily as the man before him, he was a man, not of hesitation, but of disbelief in the cause of war. Internal monologue and thought, such was his essence of self, to live in the chilling world of logics and moral ethics, a lonely world, that was his. But, such meetings, they were the moments of fleeting contact, the youth of the worlds, they were the future, the generations left to inherit that which their bloodthirsty and overly ambitious predecessors had raised and made so that those come anew would do nothing but continue along the path of self-destructive desire. Yet, one could not blame the generations of the new ages, but instead, instuct, the tone of a man worlds apart in essence gracing for the first moments in reply, cooling tones that spoke as the eldest of the human wisemen, words coming from the form of a man in his apparent thirties, yet eyes that shown more than two millenia of experience and knowledge of existence.

"Identity, it is a thing not to be questioned, but instead earned. Yet, what need is an identity when our names and beliefs change by the drop of a hat or the change of the seasons? In this, so follows the suit of our reasons."

His presence changed, the reiatsu he was once exuding dropping yet again to a level below that of the expectations, chilling gaze of a master among mice befalling the shinigami who had shown with courage enough to speak to a man he knew not as anything else but an enemy. He shifted, powerful frame turning to face the young man before him, wind catching dangerously at the haori he wore, stealing away control of the fringe so as to give short glimpse at the sight of a tattooed number whose identity was unreadable in the briefety of the moment, but a number nonetheless upon the chest of the arrancar who stood quietly in Karakura City with a cause untold and unrecognized by those around him. Eyes glancing to the blade of black, an ominous sight for those capable of being felled by the blade, its meaning nothing more than of that to kill, it was a shape and identity to be as loathed as Marcus loathed his own shape as a being of power.

"Request that which you do not first give and you demand that which never once belonged to you, follow suit Shinigami-san in your demands, and you may find the answer you desire, or instead, you may find that which was unexpected.

Or...does the racial difference of our hollow hearts and minds make you believe me enemy despite this circumstance?"

How would the child before him answer? So many possibilities among the youth there were, and such was the reason they could be envied and admired, comdemned and justified, diversified or closed. What would the possibilities yield? Would the youth strike out against the man who exuded no desire for conflict, or would he go about the route of logical reason and instead choose to speak? One could only hope, for, the sight of blood was such an ugly thing.

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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:10 am

As the man before him spoke, Mayonaka noticed the tattooed number that appeared but for a second. As the Espada's haori flapped in the wind from being at this height, Mayonaka had confirmed this man's power. Not only was he very powerful, he could rival the power of a Captain. It would be some time before Mayonaka ever got to that level of strength. The man's reiatsu was being hidden again, but Mayonaka knew that it was not gone. A mark of experience it was to be able to mask one's own reiatsu as well as he did.

"I am Vice-Captain of Squad 5 of the Gotei 13, Mayonaka. I believe you are not enemy until which time as you bear arms against me. Although I bear my weapon, I do not have any intention of using it unless I have to. As the saying goes: "I would rather have it and not use it, than not have it and need it." I know that you are a powerful man, if I did not have my Zanpacto ready in hand, you would be well able to kill me in simply the time it would take to unsheathe and unseal it." Mayonaka lowered his sword arm even more than it was, still ready to raise it at a moment's notice, but not thinking that he would need it here.

"If you would not mind, may I ask again, who are you?" he asked, trying not to sound rude at all.

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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Fri Dec 31, 2010 3:51 am


So, the shinigami had a semblence of intelligence so as to follow after general pleasantries. Granted, they did not come until provoked, but, the youth's actions and tone suggested the possibility of a conversation beyond that of the aetypical demands of the mindless rank and file of the Gotei, demands that often involved attempting to tell or force Marcus away from the human realm and back to the dreary sands of Las Noches. Yet, this one, this advantageous young man did no such thing, yet of course. Still, it showed the possibility of a potential beyond that of his typical warmongering kin, a fine show of character in the presence of a man whom had often surmissed that character was the only mattering factor in the world of morality and honor, otherwise, one would lose meaning, should they lose their character. In response, the seemingly impervious demeanor took a far more personable change, while not overly friendly, the intense look of analysis traded itself in for the better suited look of impassiveness that showed no real sense of heightened interest, but instead a passing appearance of contented self.

"Soka? Mayonaka-fuku taichou then? I think you've misunderstood that which is identity my young Mayonaka-kun. But, humored you will be nonetheless..."

While not conceding any sort of gain, Marcus' very tone came with a far more polite air to its self, though, not precisely in the realm of friendly, the demeanor certainly allowed itself to fall into that of personable, a curt yet existent nod of the head came to acknowledge both Mayonaka and his personal request for the name of the man whom he were meeting with, so, Marcus obliged the youth who had honored him with basic courtesies.

"Many have called me by various titles, yet few ever by my identity, though you may call me by that which is given, Victor shall suffice. Though, if you ask for a title, I fear I have none, none aside that which has long since passed and expired into nothingness."

Slowly, Marcus turned himself away, walking on the nothingness of air to return to the roof of the building upon which he had been perched not moments of go. And yet, while he had not ushered the young fuku-taichou to follow him with words, a brief glance over the shoulder and motion of the head certainly acted to beckon after the shinigami, a sign for him to leave his equally ambiguous position in the very sky itself. After all, prying eyes were often less than dubious in such circumstances, especially when such a circumstance was a conversation between that of a fuku-taichou of the Gotei 13 and a privaron of the Espada themselves. In that very concept, Marcus wondered of the eventual outcome that would pass. How would the youth react to it all, and what would he ask of the arrancar that was known as Marcus? Time would only tell.

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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]   Sat Jan 01, 2011 2:54 pm

Victor was the name of the man before him. He had told Mayonaka that he held no title at the moment. But if that were true, it would mean that he was not in the current ranks of the Espada. So as it stood, it was a Vice-Captain against an Ex-Espada. The power levels between the two of them were still quite big though. Even if Victor wasn't currently an Espada, he had been at one time, judging from the number he had seen tattooed on his chest for just a brief moment. More than likely, Victor had an advantage in power. That would not deter Mayonaka though.

Following Victor's lead, Mayonaka walked to the rooftop, wary of Victor, making sure not to get too close and to not let his guard down. Kuregi, his Zanpacto, was ever present in his hand, ready to protect Mayonaka should something happen. A cloud floated by the moon, covering it and bringing darkness upon the rooftop. They were surrounded by shadow. It comforted Mayonaka to know that if something should happen there was shadow. Victor would get quite a surprise should he try to attack while they were in the dark.

So many thoughts of combat and fighting. What would happen if Victor didn't even want to fight. Mayonaka a;ways had to remember that. Fighting was only a last resort, talking and civilized conversation should always come first. He just had to talk with Victor, ask him why he was here in the first place. Everything could be resolved peacefully.

"I have told you my name and you have told me yours. Now I would like to revisit my set of rudely asked questions when I ask of you again: why are you here? It may well be that you are simply here to admire the city, but you may be here to cause harm to it as well. If that is the case, then it would be my responsibility to stop you Victor." Mayonaka said to the Arrancar before him on the roof top, some twenty feet away from him. He had tried not to sound too demanding, trying to be nice. It would be favorable not to fight, not here in the city anyway.

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