Meet the Espada

[Dark Kabuto]

"A meeting? Oh great. As if I didn't have better things to do with my time." With a flick of his fingers, the black armored man ignited the scrap of paper, using his Reishi, turning the letter into nothing but ash and dust. When Ultimos delivered it, he had been leaning against a wall - his room was completely empty, save for a stone slab that maybe was a bed once, but besides that, it was grey and white stone, with him, always awake and armored, inside of it. In fact, it was sheer luck that he was here today - normally, the Primera wasn't known to be one of the most thrustworthy or duty-bound individuals. He never obeyed ANY orders he was given, no matter who gave them.

The door to the room was slammed open - and slowly, not majestic, but simply calm and elegant, the warrior with the yellow shining visor infront of his face made his way to the meeting room. He had no intentions to show any of these lowlifes in his eyes his true face - Ashlei was the only Arrancar alive to be able to claim knowing it. There was not a chance for that to change, since he never deactivated his Resureccion - they didn't even know his real name.
Entering the meeting room, his presence could hardly be felt - while he was in his released state, he currently didn't use any of his powers of it, making it just like a sealed form in terms of presence. Some even said that this WAS his sealed form, since nobody knew for sure.
"You summoned me, Lady Ashlei." He knew the Cero Espada at least good enough to raise his voice to levels able to wake someone up, something you wouldn't notice with anyone else from him. "If you need to talk to me, call me in. Until then, allow me to observe, as always." Without caring for the chairs or taking his seat - nor paying attention to the other Espada - Dark Kabuto simply leaned against the wall right besides the opened door, looking over the entire table. Sitting down here was showing weakness.

Guillermo woke up in his room, not really injured from his fight with the now-former Octavia Espada. He took a few seconds to shake himself out of that semi-unconscious state he was in every time he’d sleep after fighting, before getting out of bed. The first thing he saw caught his attention, a letter had been slipped under his door...In what universe would someone send him a letter...Breaking through the door would do the same; he’d just answer in a different way. He opened the letter, lying down on his bed as he held it above him, still haven’t completely awakened.

The letter was written by someone he hadn’t met yet, but seemingly was the most powerful member of the Espada at the moment. It said the following : “Heeeeeello

Im gonna need all you Espada to come to the meeting room as soon as possible so we can all have a chat and I get to actually meet you. Those that do not turn up will be killed on sight

have a nice day :D”

Guillermo nearly laughed as he read that, feeling that him getting killed on sight wasn’t something that was possible in his current state, but he did think he had finally found a use to Star’s carcass. He would introduce himself as the new Octavia Espada, throwing the carcass in the middle of the place, so that everyone would know that despite his number being the lowest, he was still someone very powerful, that needed to be treated with respect, rather than to be toyed with, like the corpse had tried to before getting his skull crushed. The Espada dressed himself, and put the former Octavia in a body bag, not wanting the remaining blood to spill on him and his nearly shiny white jacket. Guillermo set off to go to the meeting point, the Espada’s usual meeting room. He only knew where it was, but had never assisted any meeting of the group.

As soon as he entered the room, Guillermo looked around, and saw that three members of the Espada were already around. A small girl that looked like she had been molested for several hours, in bloody clothing, not even remotely close to look like she had taken a shower in the last few days, another girl that didn’t look too happy to be there, and a man who was leaning on a wall, not seemingly caring enough to take a seat at the table.

“I suppose that all of you will be interested in the contents of this bag” Guillermo said as he threw the body bag on the table, so that everyone could hear it crash on the surface and get their attention of that.

“You can call trash disposal later...My new tattoo is more important than that weakling I believe” He said as he took a seat in the chair opposite to the little girl, and placed both feet on the table, while waiting for the other Espada to arrive, and for the ones already there to notice the dead body.

Dellapero Grance was seated on the floor, his back pressing against the wall in the near-pitch black room like he always prefered. His eyes were half-closed, though still able to see throughout the most of the room. As a small slip of paper appeared from below his door, Dellapero sighed to himself, anticipating it to be some type of order. The arrancar pushed his feet against the ground and raised himself back up to his full height of six foot four and walked over to the note on the floor. Bending down, he picked it up and brought it up to his eyes which were now fully opened. The room became slightly lighter due to motion-sensors in the floor and walls that altered the lightning in the room.
Reading the note, it was apparent that the overall message was, as expected, a order to come to the next Espada meeting. The time was now infact. Dellapero sighed once more and crushed the paper in his hand into a spec the size of only a small peble. He tossed the note over his shoulder and into a large metal can, about three feet in length and width labled " trash " in blood-red ink. The arrancar opened his door, his common overly-calm expression on his face, though to one who could notice even the slighest of details, they would be able to see a hint of annoyance.

Dellapero Grance walked throughout the halls of Las Nochas, his destination being the same as his fellow espada. The arrancar was wearing his normal attire of a black leather jacket that left the middle-section of his chest and stomache bare, black pants that reahced down to his ankles, and a pair of black boots with a steel toe. As the room of meeting where the other espada gathered came into view, the trecera noticed a corpse in the middle if the table before he entered. Seems someone forgot to take out the trash, he thought.
Dellapero entered the room and glanced around briefly at the many who had gathered already. There was four of them so far, meaning six were yet to show up. The arrancar toke his seat at the position farthest away from the other espada. He looked over once more at the Cero Espada herself and asked a simple question, his voice just as calm as his expression as if he didn't even notice the corpse on the table infront of him. "So, what's the occasion for the meeting?"

As with all the other Espada, a note had been slipped under the door to the Segunda's quarters; Diablo Cortar. Unlike the other Espada, however, Diablo had a large pair of wooden doors for his room, similar to what one would expect at a castle (although compared to those doors they would small). Both of the doors held numerous elegantly carved figures, all of Spanish origin, yet had a word written on each door in what appeared to be blood. On the left door was written the word "Sadismo", which is Spanish for Sadism; and on the right door was written the word "masoquismo", which is Spanish for Masochism. While these might have appeared to have been just random words, they were actually the two parts that formed Diablo's aspect of death; Sadomasochism (the presence of Sadism and Masochism in one person). Of course, those two words could also describe the fate of anyone who wandered into Diablo's room without his permission. The doors, however, were not the only unique aspect of The Segunda Espada's room.

Upon entering the room, one's eyes would have to take a moment to adjust, as Diablo had only a single dull light for his entire room. Of course, once their eyes had adjusted to the dim light, they might be horrified of what they saw; the entire room, from floor to ceiling, was covered in blood. If this aspect didn't scare them away in the first few seconds, they would begin to realize that the blood was not haphazardly splattered over the room, but instead was actually in the form of art; beautiful yet macabre portraits, scenes, and rune-like symbols. While they may not have known it, most of the blood was actually Diablo's own; although some of the portraits had been drawn in the blood of others whom Diablo had thought might have "superior" blood for his art. Of course, Diablo had yet to find anyone who had blood any better than his own for his art.

This all, of course, leads us to what Diablo was doing when he received the note. As the paper note was passed under the door, it landed in a very small puddle of blood that had yet to fully "dry". Despite only making a very small sound, it was enough to get Diablo's attention; turning away from a wall to face his doors. As he did so, it was revealed that his left arm had been torn off; laying on the floor in an almost completely used up puddle of blood. In his right hand, Diablo held his own middle finger; the bone sticking out and coming to a sharp point that he used as a stylus to draw with his blood. While it was known to most all the arrancar that knew the Segunda that he had the ability of High Speed Regeneration, Diablo was able to control the rate of his regeneration; able to keep the process off for hours on end. This, of course, was quite useful fir his art.

As he approached the note, Diablo's left arm quickly regenerated; although the sleeve of his outfit was still torn off. Reading the note quickly, Diablo's face showed no sign of emotions at the order; it was merely something that he had to do. Besides, Diablo always preferred these simple and safe orders opposed to the ones that forced him onto the field. Of course, Diablo had already met the Cero Espada, not only having told her of his concerns about their current alliance, but having also gone with her to protect her in Rihiku's absence when she went to meet Kin and was reunited with Claire. Looking down at his outfit, left sleeve torn off and most of it splattered by blood, Diablo decided to change; this being the reason why he was not one of the first Espada to the meeting room despite having received his note second. The reason for changing his clothes was not only aesthetics, but also because he didn't want to get misconstrued as looking for a fight.

After changing, Diablo made his way down from his room to the meeting chamber; his stride seemingly a normal speed as if he was not concerned if he was late or not. Of course, this was really how Diablo always walked and was not a sign of disrespect to the Cero Espada; the normal pace was to make him appear as less of a threat. As Diablo approached the meeting room, however, he noticed another Arrancar also close to the Espada's meeting room. Judging by her reiatsu (while it may have been sealed, there is still a measure that would separate it from the sealed reiatsu's of other Arrancar), he could assume that she was either a higher leveled Fraccion or an Espada; and judging by how she had just left from view from the Espada's meeting room, he chose Espada. While he did find it odd that she would leave before even entering the meeting room, Diablo decided to ignore her, not wishing to get into a fight if he happened to follow her. Quietly turning back to the doors to the meeting room, Diablo quickly used Sonido to appear right before his seat, now standing to Ashlei's left.

"...Lo siento, Señorita Mischevang... I would have arrived sooner... but you caught me in the middle of my... arte..." Diablo said, although his apology might have seemed insincere due to the lack of any emotions in his tone. This, however, was not the case, and since Ashlei had already had conversations with him, Diablo knew that she would not misinterpret this. Of course, that was if she was actually awake. Seeing as she appeared to be asleep, Diablo simply took his seat and crossed his arms, slightly annoyed by the behavior of most of the other Espada. To be honest, Diablo pretty much hated all of the other Espada, or at least as close to hate as he could get, due to their obnoxious arrogance.


~Diablo's Fun Translation Time!~
"Lo siento" = "I am sorry"
"Señorita" = "Miss" (used to refer to a pretty and/or young lady)
"arte" = "art"