Migration [Quincy Arc Part I]

It had been some time since Misa had been pushed to wear her mask. The voice inside of her wasn't as beastly as most other's were. She had full control of her powers and abilities. It was just the amount of power that was held with each different form that she could take on and her body's inability to hold this power. Such made it difficult for her to actually make use of these powers. Thus, she could only come to the first released form of the four that were allotted to her race. The power of the hollow within her was far too great for her body to handle, and this hindered her so. While she could potentially use these abilities, they would wear at her body so. She watched many Quincy lose themselves to their hollow spirits for trying to meddle too far in the depressing essence that the hollow spirit gave off. Even with her hollow being completely compliant to Misa's every demand, it was just the very essence of the hollow's spiritual power that was enough to change a Quincy to something inhuman. Without the proper strength to conserve this power she knew that she would lose herself and obliterate her being to the very power of their two unequal essences colliding and battling one another. It was inevitable, such was the reason that her powers were limited to a certain amount of time. Letting herself use the power of the hollow within her for too long would only lead to losing control of her body, whether her hollow wished it to be so or not. It was just nature and no amount of training could lead to anything different from happening, it was just how well one could deal with the friction between the powers.

She could tell that the power that she had laid out for her soon-to-be leader had left her with little to say. Misa could remember the day that her mother had found her to have such an odd being around her. She'd be trapped in her own mind with nothing to be said on the matter, no hateful words or actions. All that she would be able to do is try to wrap her mind around how it was even possible. The essence of her spiritual pressure always left many dumbfounded and at a lack for words. It wouldn't take long for her mother to disapprove of this, however, drawing her bow and aiming it to the girl. Thus, Misa was forced to leave not wishing to fight her mother. It was the way the Quincy once thought that led her mother to come to such actions. Despite Misa being her daughter she still wished to eliminate her as though she were her enemy by default. This was yet another reason she wished to form an alliance with the Quincy and change the way they thought of her kind. It seemed as though she had come close to accomplishing this goal. It would be only a matter of time before she would be able to display their race to the entirety of the Quincy and show that they were a friend and not foe. That the Hohl's sharing of their enemy's blood would not bring them to be their enemy just by default.

The fact that the Misa had never brought her own name up was a precaution that she had set, as her last name seemed to carry some weight with it. Her, however many greats, aunt was an all powerful Arrancar that was well known for her acts of the Shinigami and her assistance within the Espada. As such, she wouldn't bring it up until she knew for sure that she was not to be seen as an enemy to this woman she had studied for so long. With the mention of a title and the agreement to join Niflheim at her side, Misa would feel as though she was comfortable with giving out such information. It was humble, yet foolish, of Niflheim to have proceeded with all of this without even knowing such. "Harribel, Misa. Before it is asked: yes, I am kin to Tia Harribel. We share the same bloodline and she is to thank in the long run off me becoming the ambassador of my people. She bestowed me with these powers and it has been a blessing in the stretch of things, despite it being a curse essentially. Pray, this doesn't cause any sort of ill thoughts or intentions. My offer is pure." She'd press before the woman would begin to display her power. Her words would carry through swiftly before things began to pick up, a brewing of Niflheim's power came to be displayed in return to Misa's.

It was during this time that she would fall to her knee and bow before her leader as it only seemed fitting to do so. However, as the display of power came to an end, she would be brought up to an equal stance with her leader. She wished to see Misa as an equal, despite their unequal ranks. It was admirable, but it wasn't something that Misa saw as wise. Sure democracy worked for some, but for a race that had such a strong mindset that required change, it was not smart, exactly. As it would take swift acts of a dictator to force this change of mind and opinion. Consequences would have to be set for those that fell out of line, but perhaps the woman would prove Misa wrong as she had been so many times before.

Not much longer, the woman would begin to the lead the two back. Suggesting that Misa should stick to her side like glue if as things were to be a mess when they returned. This was something that she knew. She knew that once they were to get a whiff of what she was made up of that they would immediately turn sour toward her. However, she knew how to deal with those that got out of line. With the new rank that she had just been given with their alliance, she would be sure to let it be known that she wasn't as forgiving as her leader was. "You have your way of dealing with things, let me deal with things how as I do as well."

When the two would return to the base she could feel the piercing and judgemental stares of the two as Misa walked a few paces behind and to the right of her leader. She'd follow her to wherever they were to go and remain silent as the alliance was announced. If anyone were to approach her or try to lay a hand on her, she'd quickly summon her spiritual weapon. Displaying the brilliant, gold weapon that acted as an extension of her arm. As the weapon was summoned it would make a series of loud mechanical noises as it shifted into it's much larger third phase. She'd press the muzzle of the weapon into the forehead of the one that wished to act out upon her. The moment the mechanical sounds would come to a halt a screeching would emit and as the turbines and other fixtures began to work in order to create the small and highly dense attack. By the time this all happened it would be likely that they would back down and she would lower her weapon and carry on with her walk, a smirk raising her right cheek as she huffed in disappoint. Today would be a pivotal day for not just the Hohl Arquero, but the Quincy as well. While Misa and Niflheim meant well with this alliance, she could only imagine the amount of hatred that she was to face in the future working alongside the close-minded race known as the Quincy.