Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]

So the boy would follow him? An interesting thing, his back had turned itself to the shinigami for a reason, and thus far, the young fuku-taichou was proving to be quite the company for a man whom was, by racial default, apparently his enemy. Yet, this boy had not attempted to drive a knife in the back of a man whom he knew only as Victor the arrancar. Perhaps there was potential in this world of shinigami and humans? It was a lofty idea and one to be a bit on the earlier side of too soon to even be thought of, nevertheless, the twinkling of an idea existed. First though, the youth would be forced to prove himself further, after all, the few words and gleams of gazes would be far from enough to know the exact depth of this young man's potential, not so early on. Regardless, Marcus could not properly diguise the approving glance that befell his face in his current development with young Mayonaka, even his voice following suit with a seemingly more personable tone about it.

"I'm...scouting, though...not for the way in which you might think. Rather, I'm scouting for that which was lost some good time ago to the sea of time."

A foot broke the proverbial pool, Marcus testing the very waters upon which Mayonaka stood, the ripple effect of words said and words to come branching out into the world. He wondered, what the youth would do in his response, he wondered over a single thing, if this young shinigami possessed that very thing Marcus himself were searching for, logic. Yes, for it was that very word upon which the foundation of Marcus were built upon, logic, for it was that which gave birth to idealism, and idealism which gave birth to a world, though a far cry from perfect, better than the corrupt and despicable worlds all races resided within the current timeline. Though, the boy was rough, he continued to mention possible acts of violence, true they may be circumstantial on the actions of Marcus himself, but it was violence regardless. Such were the signs of one stepping their way into the realm of the illogical, still, the boy was well enough to ask and to speak, in far favor of lude and mindless violence, a commendable method of approach, no matter how rough it may have been.

"The turn of questions, may yet be my own now, Mayonaka-san. Can you tell me, what it is you see around you? Or...better yet, what do you see in myself? Do you think me an enemy? Your blade is drawn when I carry none. And yet, you speak with a degree of sense, though rough it might be.

By-the-by, I will ask you in short. Are you satisfied by the world which surrounds us all, young Mayonaka-san?"

A glimmer of gratification gripped after Marcus, that which he had been looking for had found itself within the mind of the shinigami before him. Then again, such were the ways of the youth, though often untrained in the intricacies of the worlds around them, their views were often like those of the most innocent, be that a just innocence, or a violent one. Yet this one, he favored the way of a just innocence, such proven, not only by the slow sheathing of his zanpakuto, but by the continuation of his observation. The most promising point however, came from the depths of the youth's words, a sign of dissatisfaction in the world around him. Perhaps the young man before him could prove the kindred idealist he himself required in his goals? Not so much the tool, but instead the asseted ally. True, he held a degree of loathing for the Gotei 13, but such was an organization that was controlled by the unmoving and illogical Central 46, and the actions of its rank and file were the results of age old brainwash material that poised all shinigami against anyone who would question the Seireitei, even on the hypothetical level.

"Agreed Mayonaka-san...this world's direction is flawed..."

Marcus turned slightly away, a lax palm extending itself towards the stars that Mayonaka had looked upon not but moments ago, his empty grasp acting as though it were to present the sky above in some way or manner, a stoic gaze falling upon the shinigami youth from the corner of Marcus' own eyes. A voice of intrepid, seriousness carried across the night, a tone that brought with it a sensation and meaning of purpose, the voice of a man known once as the Legionnaire King by the rumored legends of Hueco Mundo.

"Strange don't you think? Strange that my own kind are confined to the proverbial darkness, when all the worlds have plunged themselves in such a likewise darkness too. Wouldn't you agree, Mayonaka-san?"

Presenting hand fell back to the side of its owner, the edge of the open haori pulling itself back completely, at last revealing the faded tattooed number of "5" to the world around him, yet his gaze ignored the small time revelation, for it was a number that no longer held a meaning to the man that was Hollow. His mind kept itself locked to that which remained of import, for this man, this shinigami before him, may have very well been that which he had set out to find.

"You wish to change the worlds too, don't you Mayonaka-san? Tell me, how will you accomplish this? Perhaps among the rank and file of the Gotei?"

Marcus' demeanor brought with it, a sensation of increasing seriousness, the stoic gaze he held standing firm once more, not to alienate himself from the shinigami, but instead to let the reaper to know full well the depth of his seriousness.

"I will say this much, the Gotei will not help you achieve your goal of changing our societies for the better, for they will only contribute to war, just as the Espada do. Their numbers, their command, and their very meaning long gone from the realms of reason. Instead, they've become a self-destructive tool for the world of the ignorant. Such a group will never contribute to your desire, not if your desire parallels myself...Mayonaka-san.

Instead, we require...a bit of a moral reset. Do you not agree?"

So he thought differently? No matter, the youth's potential still existed, he merely lacked a total understanding of the effects of the corrupt organizations that littered each of the races of the worlds. The slightest sign of amusement showing itself in the quiet observational gaze of the former Quinto Espada. Arms crossed over his chest whilst he himself faced Mayonaka properly, his stance square with the man before him, mirroring his attitude in like. Rare was the chance that one would leave an impression, let alone at the point that had been managed thus far. It seemed this new generation held the potential so many needed, one could only wonder if so many other shinigami may have very well mirrored Mayonaka's own point of view. A pity though, for Mayonaka to achieve what he wished, he would be forced to achieve a position above that of Captain, a position that would require far too great a period of time for one such as he to simply stand and wait for the Gotei to be reformed into an organization of logic and such was expressed by the exaserbated sigh and tone.

"Tell me Mayonaka-san...do you truly think such a thing would work? How many captains have survived with the strength, will, and voice? Far too many, is not your very own Captain Commander known for the gentility and wisdom? And yet, the Gotei continues on its path of mass ignorance."

Folded arms shifted once more to the side, slipping into pockets as Marcus averted himself once more. He had caught himself just shy of a lack of control of his own emotions, yet, cautious thoughts kept himself short of such, much to his own benefit. This youth, Mayonaka, he could not be approached with anything less than reason, else, there would be a loss of potential. This world, it needed such youths, and if they were lost to the strands of time and ignorance, they would find themselves wasted.

"I shall put my explanation simply, Mayonaka-san. The Gotei will not change, not because of a lack of presence of wise people, but instead, because of a more powerful organization, one known solely as Central 46. What can you do, when they will simply overturn, or even remove you from power?"

Marcus sighed to himself, it truly was a sad thing. No doubt, Mayonaka was putting his stock into becoming a captain within the rank and file. But, such a rank would have no effect, not when an organization as cruel and uncaring as the Central 46 existed. Central 46, the political power placed into being by the being known as the Soul King, a power entrusted with power over the realms, a power that had long since corrupted itself. Such was the purpose as to why the newest generations must have been guaranteed to power, all for the purpose of political reset. That is what the world required.

"Understand this basic sense, the world of shinigami will know no peace while two things exist, the Espada....and the corruption of Central 46. Remove the influence of Hueco Mundo's most corrupt and reset the seats of Seireitei's most corrupt rulers, and we then have removed the two largest influences of racial hatred and needless war. But, how can this be achieved, when the youth such as you are supressed by the corrupt of old?"

Pity, it seemed the young shinigami would not be swayed from his chosen path. Then again, it was not Marcus' choice to set Mayonaka's path for him, rather, only inform his of the likelihood of despair and unwanted transgressions his path could lead him to. Yes, he could not tell the youth not to, for then he would have stepped on the very foundation of free choice that he himself cherished so highly. Further convincing of him would prove fruitless, as it stood, the shinigami was open-minded enough to speak courtiously and passionately in a sense of self-realized truth and honor, that was a matter of morals that he could do naught else but respect in the highest of forms. After all, he had been searching for those of a logical mindset, and it was found, though in another form, a form not in the shape of a possible "recruit" or follower, but instead in that of a mindful pupil of the teachings of the world's most basic logic and understanding, he could ask for no more than that which he had gained already, nevertheless, the sigh still escaped his lungs.

"It would seem you have cemented yourself sturdily on this path. Yet, I cannot be so bold or brash as to upset my own self over it. Rather, I find myself with a sense of relief Mayonaka-san.

I am sadly confident that you will only find yourself at the mercy of your own political structure's corruption. But, such is a discovery you have said yourself that you must experience on your own, this I respect above all else. I will say, I find myself both at a loss and in fulfillment, I would have much loved the notion of stealing you from the rank and file to aid me in the reclaimation of our world's to recreate and reset their states into something greater. But...it is as you say, when you find yourself at a dead-end, there is no doubt that we will meet again."

Marcus gleamed an eerie eye for a moment, a small sensation of awareness prickling at his spiritual senses, something was amiss. He faltered from speech for a moment, his lax manner trading itself for something far stricter, something far closer to the realm of hostile than that of friendly. Why so? The traces of residue from a less than cleanly hollow in their midst gave knowledge to his sudden change of manner. He glanced once more to the shinigami before him, a smallest of curt nods and a glance back in the direction that the eves-dropping hollow were slipping away to.

"It seems...we've been listened upon."

In the instance, the reiatsu which Marcus had kept surpressed found itself at a most concentrated height, yet it did not rhythm out violently for all to feel and be oppressed by. Rather, it shot itself in the straightest of lines, encroaching on the place upon which Galice had hidden himself upon, the full weight of the mighty arrancar's reiatsu befalling the hollow in an instant, the debillatating effects of his own smothering reiatsu focused solely on the direction of the hollow. So violent was this surge, that the building beneath their feet creaked slightly, variations of cracks showing in the concrete rooftop clear in a linear pattern all the way towards the listening hollow. But, was it enough to kill the hollow? Nay, such was not the focus, instead, Marcus had merely aimed the most crippling effects of his latent reiatsu abilities upon the hollow, all with the aim to draw the creature out from hiding, the powerful commands of an even more powerful entity as Marcus' voice echoed in a tone of primal warning, a tone that rang the necessity for whosoever were targeted to obay to the exact principle.

"I am not so kind as to allow intruders upon the voices of reason, even if their intents went unspoken. Show yourself hollow, for the stench of your reiatsu permeates like a cancer."

Woe upon the imbecile foolish enough not to heed the warning, the wind crafted by the side effects of Marcus' permeating reiatsu slipping out in veritable spikes, alternating between high and low, all for the purpose of both subjugating, and allowing the hollow to come to full view, Marcus' eyes ablaze with a sensation of stoic authority not to be questioned. Yet, a question would exist nonetheless. Would the hollow answer?

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