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Post by Sōsuke Aizen on Jun 19, 2010 10:03:48 GMT -5
It was quite a palace, Aizen had had it constructed with various peculiar features like how it was always day time within the walls of Los Noches, yet on the outside it was always. Features like this were plentiful yet with no real obvious intention apart from his own desire to create worlds. He was to be God after all or near enough as they come, heaven as his throne and the world at his feet. All in good time however, the kings key was the first objective and he would acquire so through the tower of Karakura. One of many goals to achieve that was. But perhaps soon he would have some time to test that human boy and investigate his power. Such thoughts passed through the mind of the ex-fifth Division Captain as he sat upon his white throne in his hall, everything was white. His fingers gracefully combed back stands of brown hair as his eyes drifted over various Arrancar as they worked his will, pawns to ones end of course. He found the Arrancar to have many uses and to have some considerable strength, but could they match the gotei 13? Possibly, the ones he ranked higher most likely could in any case. If not, when it come to their show down he would simply dispose of the ants himself. There was only one whom matched him in power in any case.
During his train of thought, a small whimpering sound mumbled from below him as one of the Arrancar prepared to give a report. Aizens’ sharp eyes lingered down to the lone Arrancar while a slim smile touched his lips in that charming yet arrogant fashion. Calmly he spoke, one hand supporting his cheek in a closed fist as he relaxed into the throne. “Is there something you wished to say?” The Arrancar gulped, before swiftly bowing his head. “Aizen-sama! More rebel hollows who refuse your rule was grouping in the desert some miles north” The Shinigami closed his eyes but continued to speak in reply. “I am aware. Have Stark and Grimmjow come to the hall. I have orders for them”
The Arrancar once again bowed, dashing off into the complex of Los Noches. There was always a chance that one may be there, there was never harm in finding another in any case.
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Post by Coyote Starrk on Jun 19, 2010 15:08:45 GMT -5
This must be what snow looks like...
Whatever dream he was having was very abruptly interrupted by Aizen's newest messenger, likely having been reselected after Barragan had crippled the last one because of a poorly timed message. It went without saying that Aizen's new delivery boy was faced with the immense displeasure that was attempting to wake up the Primera Espada, a feat that many knew was nigh impossible. At the very least, Starrk could say this guy was persistent. Or immensely stupid for harassing him in his sleep.
Starrk blindly flailed in what he thought was the general direction of his 'attacker' before rolling over and drifting off again. He was honestly surprised Lilynette hadn't found this spot yet, he wasn't exactly difficult to miss. If that had happened, he would have probably been at Aizen's beckoning whims already. Perhaps the location was just too obvious for him. Or, perhaps, she was distracted.
The arrancar looked genuinely surprised when Starrk finally gave up on trying to make him leave with his ability to ignore anything whatsoever, glaring flatly at the lesser soldier of Aizen's grand army.
"What," he stated drolly, only the slightest of hints of a question present. The message was relayed quickly before the Arrancar hurried off to try finding the complete maniac that was Grimmjow. Aizen would probably have to find a new messenger after that, but knowing Aizen he was probably expecting that. He opted to waste a little more time; he was always a bit late, he might as well apply it to this. If anything, he wasn't focusing on anything in particular.
Farewell, sweet sofa inexplicably near Harribel's quarters. You will be missed for however much time this takes.
In any case, Starrk was certainly much more prompt than Grimmjow tended to be, stopping in the grand hall and, tiredly, looking at Aizen, or at least in enough of a general direction to account for it seeming as such. Aizen could probably tell he had just woken up. On the other hand, he always fell asleep in meetings, but this time he probably wasn't going to be here long enough to account for falling asleep. Or taking a seat in general. It didn't matter at the moment, so that was that.
"You may need a new messenger if he actually finds Grimmjow, Aizen-sama," he said with his usual air of apathetic calm, waiting for Aizen's new command, if he even really had one. Starrk was quite sure he hadn't been called in so Aizen could see his pretty face. He wouldn't be surprised if the opposite was in play though.
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Post by Sōsuke Aizen on Jun 28, 2010 21:44:51 GMT -5
The messenger was quick to vanish from the future Gods sights, disappearing towards the various corridors to find the pair requested, most likely with a bit of nervous tension in his body. At least one was not overly forgiving towards those he could easily destroy. A loose canon to say the least, yet of course a perfect match for the human boy in Karakura town, in good time anyway. He was simply another pawn upon a puppeteer’s palm. Aizen relaxed back into his throne, one hand supporting his balanced chin on the arm rest as he waited patiently for the arrival of his Espada. He had made it known that he could be fairly laid back in his leadership when it came to their own matters, though when he ordered something he deemed important, it was something they wisely took notice of. Most of the time.
It was not long until one made their appearance known, his First Espada. Stark. He was a powerful one, not at his own level he wondered, yet still with a fairly high level of talent in battle and with high reiatsu. Of course like most of the Arrancar he lacked the experience the Captains of the Gotei 13 had but that was an aspect worth altering. As Stark spoke towards the Shinigami about Grimmjows temperament a slim smirk touched his lips, he did not think otherwise, and even found such a matter a tad amusing. Perhaps a little anyway. Though Aizen did not reply to that statement, only sitting silently for a few moments with that smile lingering a moment longer. After a short period of time the ex-Captain shifted in his throne to sit straight upwards, motioning to one of his Arrancar servants to make some tea for his chambers before settling his sharp eyes back on Stark.
"Something an Arrancar of your calibre should have minimal difficulty with, Stark. Rebel hollows are massing north of our domain once more. Perhaps they have found displeasure in my leadership like many did before and of course those many did not last a long length of time if I recall directly. A possible Vasto Lorde may be present at this camp of mishaps. If so, bring him back to our home if you will, the others however are to be destroyed. No need it ants littering my floors."
As usual Aizen said alot, he was certainly a man for long winded speeches, though he never saw fault in it. He had the power to support his arrogance and take his time even in dangerous situations. Very few situations to him were ever considered dangerous. He of course had much of the situations soon to befall him planned out already anyway.
"Fetch Grimmjow on your way out as well and update him. Then inform me of his performance after the encounter."
With that Aizen pushed himself out of his throne, offering another smug smile on his handsome features before turning towards his inner quarters located down a flight of stairs behind his throne.
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