[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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There is not much that takes the False King by surprise. No, he understands exactly what he does and why he does so with such devout conviction. Many people are unaware that Enrico despises fighting. Although he is more than capable of engaging in fights, they irk the living hell out of him. Day after day he is reminded of why he despises fighting. Not only is it an act that is ultimately beneath him, but it is also unnecessary. Those that would dare to not believe his words as the gospel that they are deserve nothing less than death. Time and time again over his 800 years of living, he has had to remind people of their places. It didn't matter who they were, nor who they claimed to be. Rarely did he has a conversation with people like Max. This type of Arrancar was rare. So rare that they caught Enrico's attention. Not only had Max outright defied him, but he had claimed to be better than Enrico. Such a feat was bold and unlikely in the Espada's mind. However, the dedication and power shown by Max just days prior were enough for Enrico to acknowledge him and his power. Although he still did not refer to the man as "God-King," he certainly was not opposed to listening to his words. In his delusions, the Cuarto saw Max as an advisor to himself, the true King of all existence.
Max continues to observe the Primera, despite Enrico's admission that the man was likely an Espada. This observation came from his unique form of sensory. It was this same sensory that picked up on all of the lines coming from Marcos as his spiritual energy became more agitated with each passing second. Already sitting, the man cares not for the interaction between the two powerhouses. As far as he could tell, Marcos's initial rage was directed towards Max. The dark and uniquely terrifying Reiatsu coming from the Primera was bold enough to catch the Espada's attention rather quickly. It was deep and unyielding even in the face of those that could withstand it. Without a second thought, the Fourth Espada immediately cloaks himself in a layer of his own Reiatsu to repel the intruder's potential invasion. Regardless of who he was, there was no reason to take a risk. This holds especially true as the man's Pesquisa continues to scan Marcos. Every fluctuation in energy — no matter how minute — is immediately recorded within the man's mind. Surely, he won't ever forget the impression that Marcos is leaving on them all. He wonders exactly how Emilia will react to this. Before he can process all of his thoughts about the Primera's presence, his Reiatsu has vanished entirely.
”I’mmmm Marcos Loquezz! The Purrmera Espada of course!” The Primera Espada. A rather interesting individual, but his sudden absence of Reiatsu has taken the False King off guard.
"I- Wh-What?!" Baffled and bewildered, he stammers twice before Elliora appears before the group. Confusion turns his terrifying golden gaze into a rather soft one as he looks to her, paying attention to every word that comes from her mouth.
"¡Enrico! ¡Emilia!" She calls out to both of them with excitement taking over her tone.
"Yes, my Queen?" He inquires as she continues. It goes without saying that Enrico has been paying no attention to anyone but Elliora after her arrival. Although he was familiar with her spiritual signature and the formation of lines that she gave his unique sensory, her presence never ceased to amaze him. In all her fun, she never lacks grace.
"¡Encontré algo horripilante! Y me lo comí." Hooh, this is intriguing. He wonders briefly exactly what it is, but he can tell that she isn't done speaking just yet. Her giddiness doesn't allow for her to take a seat just yet. Instead, she continues speaking and he dares not interrupt her.
"Era un laboratorio. Habían como cuatro dedos feos. Y parte de un... ¿codo?" So, that's what it is. A part of Vincent that remained was devoured. Instead of being tainted, Elliora continued to function normally. This means two things to Enrico: The first is that Elliora is a perfect being that cannot be tainted. The second is that Vincent was a weak individual that just so happened to be outdone by a foe so badly that he broke into a plethora of pieces. A light chuckle comes from him as he folds his fingers together, locking them as his elbows reach the table.
"How lovely, Elliora. I couldn't be happier for you." He interjects before she turns her attention to Marcos. Anything that brings her joy brings him equally as much joy. His biases that would usually present themselves are suppressed for her sake. There would be no spoiling of her fun so long as he was there.
Crush all opposition
”Amigos, tell me what you know or think about the other self proclaimed Kings of Hueco Mundo. You know, the ones who stand in opposition to Las Noches and create their own kingdoms out in the sands and refuse to join us.” Enrico's ears perk up as Max's tone dances on his ears. Although he isn't a large fan of the topic, he certainly has words. Before he speaks, his face contorts into an ugly expression of distaste for the subject.

"What do I think, you ask?" He inquires, repeating the words of Max to ensure he heard them correctly.
"I think that those who would dare claim to be a King while within my presence deserve nothing less than death. A painful, slow execution. Whether or not it's by my hands is of no difference." He utters, pausing for a moment as he brings his right hand up to his chin for a brief moment. It's evident that he is thinking about what he just said.
"No, no... Hmm... I believe that death by my hands for those mongrels is too good of a punishment. Instead, they should be devoured by lowly hollows who can tear them apart piece by piece. Only then will they understand that opposing this Kingdom will lead them to a fate worse than death. Yes, that's right! A fate worse than death is what they deserve. False claims to the throne insult my perfection, my elegance, my godliness, my benevolence, my joy, my understanding! How dare they!?"
By the end of his speech, his voice has picked up to the point in which he is just short of screaming. The Espada is outraged at the thought of others laying claim to what is rightfully his. Perhaps it is time for him to reclaim these lost and arrogant souls.

 

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“So..you want to know who I am? As if you don’t know?”
All she could was blink and turn herself around after feeling the rise in reiatsu. As Enrico said he is a strong one, enough so that his reiatsu was affecting her depth perception each blink made the distance between, either closer or further. As it became stronger by the second her reiatsu had to rise, as it did the god king also did so. A smile of mad man was on the guest, and the king himself, All she could was watch, all she wanted to do was watch.
“Another contender?”

“”I’LL FUCKING TELL YOU WHO I AM!!!””
“ YES AMIGO!!! TELL ME WHO YOU ARE AND LET US ENJOY THIS FEAST!!!!!!.”
Madness, the god king was and is a brute, his desire to fight seemed primal to her. To be fair she was easily entertained by this up-and-coming fight. The stories she heard of Las Noches and how it was a fighting pit to prove their strength. In an instant the room’s mood quickly changed as the guest took up a strange pose.
“I’mmmm Marcos Loquezz! The Purrmera Espada of course!”
The god king broke out into laughter, the false king was baffled, while she could only blink, unsure of what to make of this all. Was this a warning? A threat? To prove how strong, he was? This was unusual, but then again everyone was strange in this floating castle. Marcos however was proving to be stranger than most with the title of primera
"¡Enrico! ¡Emilia!"
A familiar voice echoed through out the room, a gust of wind would connect with her, before finally turning towards the voice. Elliora the original Enigma; she wanted to know what goals she had, or what chaos she wanted to ensue, this woman to her was fascinating.
"¡Encontré algo horripilante! Y me lo comí."
"I found something horrifying! And I ate it."
"Era un laboratorio. Habían como cuatro dedos feos. Y parte de un... ¿codo?"
"It was a laboratory. There was like four ugly fingers. And part of an... elbow?"
“ ¿Un laboratorio? ¿dedos? ¿Codo? ¿Me mostrarías este laboratorio alguna vez?”
A laboratory? fingers? Elbow? Would you show me this laboratory sometime?
“Sí, Ese era el laboratorio de Aragon. Es donde me convertí en Arrancar. Lo que estás... comiendo ahorita... son fragmentos de Vicente, El God King anterior. ¿No tienes idea lo que comes?”
"Yes, that was Aragon's laboratory, it is where I became an Arrancar. What you are... Eating right now... are fragments of Vincent, the former God King. You have no idea what you are eating do you?"
All she could was stare at Elliora, she ate the former god kings’ fingers, even with the decaying of the flesh and bone it would still provide her power. Wild, but the laboratory was of great interest, it would more than likely house any and all information of this castle, and profiles of everyone.
“ Amigos, tell me what you know or think about the other self proclaimed Kings of Hueco Mundo. You know, the ones who stand in opposition to Las Noches and create their own kingdoms out in the sands and refuse to join us.”
"What do I think, you ask?"
Again, the false king never failed to entertain her, just the tone alone was enough to crack another smile underneath her mask. Just the idea of other kings in Hueco Mundo Angered the false king, that anger couldn’t be contained, a downside to this king.
"I think that those who would dare claim to be a King while within my presence deserve nothing less than death. A painful, slow execution. Whether or not it's by my hands is of no difference. No, no... Hmm... I believe that death by my hands for those mongrels is too good of a punishment. Instead, they should be devoured by lowly hollows who can tear them apart piece by piece. Only then will they understand that opposing this Kingdom will lead them to a fate worse than death. Yes, that's right! A fate worse than death is what they deserve. False claims to the throne insult my perfection, my elegance, my godliness, my benevolence, my joy, my understanding! How dare they!?"
This hatred for these kingdoms was wonderful, after all why should the weak lay claim over Hueco Mundo? Those that held Las Noches were the true rulers to the kingdom, be it in ruins or not. It was the key in her eyes, Max held that key and therefor he held All of Hueco Mundo for the current moment.
“A wonderful speech my lord. If these kingdoms oppose Las Noches and refused to come under its rule then of course we have to crush them. Though the question remains, how should we do it? divide and conquer? Sow doubt amongst their ranks? Trick them into fighting one another and take out the victors? Or my personal favorite pulling them together into a coalition and ambush them on there way here.”
Each idea she mentioned brought excitement into her voice, each one made her smile widened, her eyes filled with delight, the very idea that she could be tricking countless hollow armies into a death march was an exciting thought.

 

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The Godking stands perplexed,dumbfounded almost at the Primera’s sudden shift in demeanor. That massive pillar of spiritual pressure, the hostility that polluted the very air, exuded from the enraged Marcos had sparked the flames of battle constantly flickering within Max. He had been teased with the prospect of facing a possible formidable foe..only for it to be snatched away. Instead of lashing out in rage, instead of demolishing his surroundings to vent his anger out on anything and everything around him the Godking...laughs. As Maximilliano begins to laugh, so too does Marcos.
"¡Enrico! ¡Emilia!"
Like Max, the arrival of yet another Arrancar seemingly goes unnoticed. The louder Max’s laughter becomes, the louder Marcos begins to laugh in turn, his fit of laughter growing increasingly more hysterical the longer and louder Max’s own fit continues, as if engaged in some form of battle or contest in laughing. Elliora continues to speak to the otherwise occupied Godking, her voice being forced to contest with the howling and cackling of the Primera. Her words lost to the mischievous espada, now holding his stomach, body bending and lurching from one side to the other, never ceasing in his laughter even after Max’s fit has ended.
”A pleasure to meet you Marcos, I was puzz-”
"Y tu..."
"And you..."
Donning the sophistication and demeanor of a ruler once more, the Godking begins his attempt at exchanging proper pleasantries with Marcos only for Elliora to charge in. She approaches the Primera in a huff, pressing a finger against the man’s chest. Finally Marcos stops his laughter, eyes watery the man clearly out of breath. He feels something against his chest, and cranes his neck to stare down at the tiny woman before him.
"¡No grites tan fuerte que hasta yo te escucho!"
"Don't yell so loud that even I can hear you! "
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“KYAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
There was silence at first, in response to the woman’s demand after voicing her displeasure. It was almost as if the Primera was surprised, dumbfounded...and then he once more broke into a fit of unrestrained laughter, spittle spraying every which way, tears streaming down his cheek, watery eyes practically bulging as he loses himself all over again.

“S-SHE AHAHAHA S-SHE’S SO GAHAHHA S-SO TINY! KYAHAHAH MAX! MAX GET A LOAD OF THIS!”
The Espada struggles to get his words out, nearly lost within his laughter and labored breathing, his fingers forming a ring hovering over Elliora, as if meant to magnify her small form for him. It's only after he addresses the Godking again that he notices that Max, as well as Enrico and Emilia have transitioned to taking their seats.
”Amigos, tell me what you know or think about the other self proclaimed Kings of Hueco Mundo. You know, the ones who stand in opposition to Las Noches and create their own kingdoms out in the sands and refuse to join us.”
Both Enrico and Emilia voice their thoughts, and though on opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of how they responded, the two seemed to be on one accord. Marcos pants, finally just barely getting his breathing under control. He crouches down to get eye level with Elliora, darting his eyes from right to left before bringing his hand up close to his face, cutting his eyes to the side.
”Psst, Pssssst. Hey, tater tot...What’s with all this boooooring talk all of a sudden?”
Marcos asks, believing himself to be whispering while speaking loud enough for the others to clearly hear every spoken word. It's clear that, the Primera has little interest in the current topic. Kings and Kingdoms, rulers and those ruled all matters that mean little to nothing in the eyes of the cheshire grinning man. He was only here for a good time after all...and he still had no idea where his room was!

 

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"Sí, Ese era el laboratorio de Aragon. Es donde me convertí en Arrancar. Lo que estás... comiendo ahorita... son fragmentos de Vicente, El God King anterior. ¿No tienes idea lo que comes?”
"Yes, that was Aragon's laboratory, it is where I became an Arrancar. What you are... Eating right now... are fragments of Vincent, the former God King. You have no idea what you are eating do you?"
Maximiliano's words are fly over Elliora's head. After he tries to warn her of the dangers of what she's so carelessly snacks on, she hiccups, and gives her chest a light punch with her small fist, dislodging an air bubble within her, resulting in a burp and puff of smoke. It matters little to the woman. The remnants of the previous god king held power to them, and she was hungry. Two birds, one stone. Even so, her attention is fixed on Enrico as she tells him of her antics. His expressions and reactions never fail to bring her amusement. So expressive and exaggerated. Emilia, while more soft spoken than the Fourth espada, manages to fit in her question to Elliora, displaying the interest in the lab. What could she possibly want there? It was a mess after she ransacked the place in boredom, mixing vials and drinking their contents. As well as scattering just about anything that lay about, books and reports. All boring and illegible nonsense to her. She nods.
"Esta bien, pero no hay nada interesante. Ya me lo comí."
"Okay, but there isn't anything interesting. I already ate it."
“KYAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Marcos' hearty laughter blindsides her, not expect him to burst into a cackle so suddenly after being scolded. Her shoulders rise as she frantically gestures with her hands at Marcos, her gaze shifting between Enrico, Emilia, and Maximiliano, clearly befuddled by him. While he peeks at her between his fingers, her small face suddenly appears far larger in his encircled fingers. Was this part of his doing? An effect of his powers of perception? In actuality, her speed. She steps closer to him to peek though his ring back at him.

“S-SHE AHAHAHA S-SHE’S SO GAHAHHA S-SO TINY! KYAHAHAH MAX! MAX GET A LOAD OF THIS!”
He bellows out to Max, she stomps her foot, stepping on a passer-by Millian, then kicks its' accompanying buddy. It ricochets through the room, until it lands nearly back at Elliora's feet. Her volatile emotions erupt violently once again as she points furiously at him and screams at the top of her lungs.

"¡¡¡SOY AEREODINAMICA!!!"
"I'M AERODYNAMIC!!!"
”Amigos, tell me what you know or think about the other self proclaimed Kings... of Hueco Mundo. You know, the ones who stand in opposition.. to Las Noches and create their own kingdoms out in the sands and refuse to join us.”
While Max addresses those gathered, she opts to crouch on the floor, her back facing the group as she entertains herself with the two small Millians she attacked in her rage. His voice blends into the background as he continues talking, she becomes completely out of tune with the conversation. She toys with the fragmented hollow, poking and prodding it. A powerful bond is shared between the two, and while it's origin remains a mystery to her, it is not something she concerns herself with. Elliora tosses one several feet from her person, amused as she watches it run back to her. She throws it farther, more aggressively, and yet, it mindlessly returns to her, overjoyed by simply being held in her grasp.

She can't help herself and giggles, drawing her blade. Her dainty fingers wrap loosely around the handle as she waves it around at the millians' feet, forcing them to dance for her own amusement. They hop and evade frantically, avoiding the sharp edges that scrape against the floor, causing sparks to fly. Fireworks for their little show. Sure, she could have willed them to dance for her, but not only did the thought slip her mind, this method was far more fun.

"No, no... Hmm...I believe that death by my hands for those mongrels is too good of a punishment. Instead, they should be devoured by lowly hollows who can tear them apart piece by piece.
Enrico's voice draws her attention and she turns her gaze slowly towards him, her hand eases to a stop. She tunes back in briefly.
"...Only then will they understand that opposing this Kingdom will lead them to a fate worse than death. Yes, that's right! A fate worse than death is what they deserve. False claims to the throne insult my perfection, my elegance, my godliness, my benevolence, my joy, my understanding! How dare they!?
The False King makes his point clear, and the witch cheers him on quietly from her position. She didn't necessarily make sense of all that was going on, tuning in and out of the conversation, but if anything, she was supportive of Enrico's declaration and outrage. He's then followed by Emilia, who's own input is aligned in goal, the two clearly have different methods of operation.
“A wonderful speech my lord. If these kingdoms oppose Las Noches and refused to come under its rule then of course we have to crush them. Though the question remains, how should we do it? divide and conquer? Sow doubt amongst their ranks? Trick them into fighting one another and take out the victors? Or my personal favorite pulling them together into a coalition and ambush them on there way here.”
The Crow grins broadly, overjoyed to hear the excitement in Emilia's voice. Usually one to bring reason to the table, this time, she brings chaos. Distracted, she does not notice Marcos approach her.
”Psst, Pssssst. Hey, tater tot...What’s with all this boooooring talk all of a sudden?”
"...tater tot...”"...tater tot...” ”...tater tot...” ”...tater tot...” ”...tater tot...”

The word replays in her mind, She stares, emotionless for several seconds, before her body begins to shake and her cheeks flush red. Her lower lip quivers; the muscles of her chin, cheeks, and forehead strain, trembling as she struggles to keep her expression neutral. Of all things she has been called before, tater tot was a new one! Her volatile temperament is tested. Does she perceive this as an insult? Undoubtedly, those familiar with her watch for her reaction. The silence and the seconds feel eternal.
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"¡¡¡JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Her laughter fills the room. She cackles loudly and heartily, without reservation. Elliora keels over and rolls on the floor, clutching her stomach; even snorting as she struggles to inhale through her laughter. Tears stream down her face, and her left hand pats her chest, while her right fist slams on the floor, her body convulsing around violently.
"¡¡¡N-Nunca me habían dicho así en mi vida !!!
"I-I've never been called that in m my life"
She hollers through her laugh, wiping the tears from her face, trying to compose herself. The woman fails miserably as her laughter once again fills the room. Her legs thrash around as she points and laughs at Marcos and the others. He had not realized the volume of his voice in his attempt to whisper to her, and the others all heard him ask her his question. The looks on their faces were enough to trigger her snorting-laughing fit. The small hollows even become trapped under her weight as she rolls on the floor.
It takes her a bit to compose herself, but ultimately, she finally settles, using the inside of her cape to wipe her face clean. Like Marcos, she has little interest in the affairs of kingdoms and castles, and does not waste the few functional neurons in her brain on politics. Still, the information is processed before it is discarded. She smiles, panting lightly, and clutches the head of a Millian in her hand, showing it to Marcos. A hollow much smaller than she. They were practically pocket-sized.
"Do you want to go kick down a sandcastle, or wait until yours is kicked down?"
Elliora finally answers Marcos' question with a one of her own. This childish answer in form of a question is clearly rhetorical. Rather simplistic in her perspective, much more so in her delivery. She is concise and to the point. They could decide to rid their territory of those in their way, or settle and wait for them to find their way to us. But in doing so, jeopardizing the very castle the lot only just settled in. Will the new Godking endanger his newly acquired and rebuilt home in waiting for the enemy to lay claim to Las Noches? She was growing fond of her new room, and would hate for anything to happen to it.

 

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Max relaxes in his seat, head resting on his hand as he listens to his fellow Espada’s responses to his question. Though as he is listening his gaze glances over to the entry of the meeting room, this isn’t the only time he does this either.
“KYAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The God King’s eyes quickly shift over to Marcos, wondering what could be the cause of this outburst. He raises a brow, looking at his hand as it seems to be aimed at Elliora. It was almost expected that the two most unpredictable Arrancar would be drawn to one another in some way. Only time will tell if this ends up creating a problem.

“S-SHE AHAHAHA S-SHE’S SO GAHAHHA S-SO TINY! KYAHAHAH MAX! MAX GET A LOAD OF THIS!”

"¡¡¡SOY AEREODINAMICA!!!"
"I'M AERODYNAMIC!!!"
Max clenches his jaw, trying his best to… not laugh. His stark white skin makes it impossible to hide this urge as his face slowly turns a light shade of red as he struggles to not join in with the jesters game. He manages to regain his composure once Enrico begins talking, for once he is thankful to hear the voice of the False King.

"I think that those who would dare claim to be a King while within my presence deserve nothing less than death. A painful, slow execution. Whether or not it's by my hands is of no difference."
Max actually listens to what Enrico has to say, in all honesty it was his opinion he wanted to hear most. Enrico is a bit of a case study for the God King as he himself may have the visage of royalty and the power to back it up, however, his mindset isn’t exactly in tune with the idea of it. Enrico eats, lives and breathes the ideology of kings and he may learn some do’s and don’ts from the charismatic, yet egotistical, Arrancar.
"No, no... Hmm... I believe that death by my hands for those mongrels is too good of a punishment. Instead, they should be devoured by lowly hollows who can tear them apart piece by piece. Only then will they understand that opposing this Kingdom will lead them to a fate worse than death. Yes, that's right! A fate worse than death is what they deserve. False claims to the throne insult my perfection, my elegance, my godliness, my benevolence, my joy, my understanding! How dare they!?"
”But what if the underlings fail to carry out the order you gave them? Hm? What then? You stand to risk defeat because you blindly assume minions can handle a task of killing something that proclaims itself to be a King. Tell me Enrico, would you send minions to kill me? You have an outstanding perspective, mi hermano, but I cannot agree with your hands off approach for matters such as that.”
He speaks to Enrico casually and truthfully, never once lifting his head from his hand. Maximiliano has no issue getting his hands dirty, especially since he knows if he does it himself the job will get done. The orders he hands out to his Espada will be orders fit for them to handle, as such he will never order them to attack someone as powerful as Kouka, he would handle that himself. Following up in responses is Emilia, a woman that has a sense of cunning about her. She seems to play her cards close to her chest, always questioning never forthcoming or as direct with her responses like Enrico.
“A wonderful speech my lord. If these kingdoms oppose Las Noches and refused to come under its rule then of course we have to crush them. Though the question remains, how should we do it? divide and conquer? Sow doubt amongst their ranks? Trick them into fighting one another and take out the victors? Or my personal favorite pulling them together into a coalition and ambush them on their way here.”
While listening to her, his eyes glance towards the door once more as if expecting someone or something to come through at any moment, what exactly has the God King on edge? He waits in anticipation for something but for now no one knows what. His vision now back on Emilia he addresses her suggestions next.
”All good suggestions amiga, though, how you do it is not up to me but rather up to you and Enrico. It is why I summoned you two here to pass on some orders to you as well. I want you both to travel out into the sands of Hueco Mundo, under the banner of Las Noches, and annihilate any and all who would dare besmirch the title of King. It is what I have been doing these past four days but I must shift my attention elsewhere for the time being. Those who stain and sully the righteous title of King must not be allowed to live. They either bow to us or are buried by us, no inbetween.”
Max knows how to use the right phrasing to spark a fire within Enrico, to coax him into carrying out this order. He speaks in a way that never refers to himself as a king but more like he wishes to keep the title of King pure and untainted.
"¡¡¡JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Laughter erupts in the meeting room once again, this time from Elliora, in no part due to Marcos saying something to her. Max says nothing to her or Marcos, in all honesty he doesn’t mind it what was happening wasn’t exactly interrupting anything. He does wait for Elliora to settle down before saying anything else. Again his eyes look towards the door, they go narrow, if he had a watch he would be checking it constantly. Does it have something to do with the Arrancar he sent to the Human world or is it an impending attack against Las Noches he is cautious about? Regardless, with the group settled down he lifts his head from his hand, his fingers weaving between one another as his hands rest on the table now. He plans to go into a topic that is enough to rouse a pure form of anger.

”What do you lot know about Quincy and our history with them? How they slaughtered our kind like cattle, enslaved our kind and went as far as to break Arrancar to the point they referred to themselves as Quincy! It doesn’t matter if they were strong or weak it is a slight against our kind I cannot forgive. Their Emperor sat upon a throne and dared proclaim all is his to take.”
His red eyes begin to burn with fury and passion each word cuts and bites with more viciousness than the last.
”The pathetic Shinigami failed to exterminate them and let them live and reproduce to this day. I want nothing more than to rip their muscles and tendons from their bones and parade their lifeless cadavers atop my spear. Mi Amigos, once the rest of our fellow kinsmen return from the Human world, what would you say to a bit more carnage? What would you say to an all out invasion of the human world to break, maim, torture, and slaughter the Quincy?”
A vile grin etches itself on his face, sharp vampire esque k9’s on the top and bottom row of his teeth are prominently seen as his malicious grin grows ever wider.
”Though we won't be going off half cocked. My preparations for this invasion are already in motion. The eradication of the Quincy is but one step leading to our eventual invasion of Soul Society itself. Any questions or opinions?”
He glances over towards Elliora and Marcos as he then follows up with
”Serious questions or opinions.”