Of Apocalyptic Mice and Little Paper Men [Social]

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

On the five-hundredth and seventy-sixth floor of the absolutely massive citadel that was Las Noches, Priscilla ran through her current mission through her head once more; being who she was, and where she stood within the Vandenreich, she had opted rather hastily into taking up a mission within Hueco Mundo; a mission to make her way through Hueco Mundo, and into Las Noches. Her goal? To set up a false life, and get herself involved in Arrancar politics. Something that probably wasn't going to be the hardest thing to do, but certainly not something that was going to come particularly easy for her, either.

As she continued to venture through the hallways and corridors that made up the floors upon floors of area the Privaron had access to, the Quincy eventually stumbled upon an Arrancar that seemed to be minding her own business, slashing some sword into the air in front of her. Perhaps she was running through some sort of combat drills? Keeping her skills sharp, it seemed. Smiling to herself, the Quincy decided to take somewhat decisive action. Given that nobody else seemed to be in the immediate vicinity, she was prepared to launch an attack against the girl in order to quickly put her down.

Making sure her reiatsu was suppressed, and holding her hand out, Priscilla allowed her fingers to ripple and separate into little sheets of origami paper, very quickly folding into thin, sharpened blades, and launched them directly at top-speed. With the blink of an eye, each blade landed its mark in the girl's back. Following in suit, Priscilla reshaped her entire form, quickly eclipsing the girl's body, and carried her off back into the shadows. Upon reforming her body from the paper it once was in, Priscilla emerged as the now-slain Privaron. "Now then," she said, her voice changing to take on that of the now-slain woman, smiling upon hearing it for the first time, "on with the operation."

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{Priscilla's appearance for the thread; Seiros}

[Androxus Sekenomi]

Las Noches, a den for the depraved and bestial creatures aptly called Arrancar that thrive off infighting, sin and conflict, Androxus didn’t believe many of them deserved the oxygen they in took but all creatures, regardless of origin deserved a chance to move past their sins. The man’s golden hues shifted from a leather bound book which rested comfortably in the left gloved hand, scouting the shockingly empty walls and clean floors, an earie silence fell like a gentle blanket across the halls, often did occur when word and whispers reached certain individuals that he of all people was prowling about.


“Curious.” Androxus muttered to himself softly, barely a whisper before his attention was grasped by another juicy piece of well written literature, the book had him like a hook sinking into the flesh of a unwilling fish. In beautiful calligraphy with golden trim stated the title proudly: Sherlock Holmes – Hounds of Baskerville. As each page was flipped, a gleeful stare being presented as attention was paid to every detail, although it came to a halt his attention was grasped by the spiraling stairway which descended into the dark depths of desperation…Privaron. A soft exhale departed his lips, a flare of irritation roaming about his core but didn’t sink into him too much, each confident step allowing him to advance forward with little care.


There was an aura which didn’t dictate arrogance, a confident stride for certain but he didn’t offer a presence of sheer condescension, a shockingly gentle smile plastered across his lips among an idle nod to those lesser Arrancar whom are often forgotten to the world. These were the ones he more than often or not enjoyed, forgotten, un looked, forever bathing in the shadow of their loud superiors…That is where, often or not they were presented with a chance for enlightenment and a future beyond this trivial game of cat and mouse. Androxus carried on though, little in his way but a shuffle of the cloak which draped the broad shoulders to assure it kept in place for the most part, it was irritating when it didn’t stick…Formality more than anything. “To think such genius can be translated to the written word, marvelous…Stimulating to ones mind.” He remarked with a gentle voice. Speaking to? Absolutely nobody.

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{ Androxus's outfit for the thread:}

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

“To think such genius can be translated to the written word, marvelous…Stimulating to ones mind.”

Thinking herself to originally be alone - or at least, as close as she would've liked to alone - these words pulled her back into a more realistic way of thinking. As quickly as she could, her head craned to face just who had been speaking, and very obviously talking up some piece of literature. Naturally, something like this was more than enough to grab her attention. Drawn by natural curiosity like a moth to a well-lit flame, Priscilla began to make her way over to the man that had just entered the area, morbidly curious as to what an Arrancar of all people could have such a fascination toward.

As she watched him continue forward, she took the opportunity to tail behind him. As she watched him keep walking, Priscilla allowed her sensory capabilities to take hold, doing what she could in order to wrack his brain; find out just what was going through his head. She tended to realize that the minds of those she's peered into all tend to visualize themselves a bit differently; this man was no different. As she closed her eyes, and allowed herself to pick out fleeting thoughts, the man's ideas made themselves present as words appearing on a page, letters expertly-written with an obvious knack toward penmanship; it seemed this man held himself to somewhat high standards, from the looks of it.

Smiling to herself, she steadily began to approach him, making no effort to hide herself anymore. Walking up behind him with a spring in her step, Priscilla turned around to face him the moment she passed by, keeping her momentum and walking backwards while engaging the man. "Ah, Doyle," she said softly, trying to keep her voice down but of little success, due to the echoing from the walls around them, "he's got quite a way with words. Excellent taste in his works, by the way, mister..." Priscilla allowed her words to trail off, giving the Arrancar an opportunity to introduce himself. Presumably while doing so, she'd take the opportunity to scan over him, taking in his appearance and the way he carried himself.

He seemed to have an aura of confidence about him; definitely humble, but certainly sure of his own strengths. Making immediate note of the snow white hair he'd possessed, she picked at her own brain; this man didn't exactly fit the description of any of the Espada, from that fact alone. Given where they were, perhaps he was a Privaron? Something like that would certainly make sense, but she still needed more time before jumping to any conclusions.

[Androxus Sekenomi]

The glimmering, golden hues were captivated by the paper before him, offering little in a way of response to the Arrancar for a split second, only for it then to shatter his concentration that they were referring to him of all people, her consistent pitter patter as she begun to walk backwards grasping him. “Hm? Oh!” He stated softly, a large smile curling up across his features, coming to an abrupt halt. “My apologies, I’d not realised you were referring to me for a moment.” Offering her a moment of reprieve from the awkward method of walking. “His work is immaculate, I have to confess a certain envy for such a writer, to portray for instance intense intellect and deductive capacity whilst allowing the reader to submerge themselves? Astonishing.”

Androxus’s posture shifted a little, not for the sake of imposing but to reflect his attention to the engagement at hand, standing about 5’11/6ft whilst offering sight to broad shoulders. The rest was an enigma, from an initial glance she’d be able to pick up that he was atleast consistent in a physical routine, although beyond that there wasn’t much under the refined smart dress which offered further insight. A moment did pass though as the Arrancar’s hues darted over her, attempting to discern any distinguishable features, allowing his natural capacity to discern her intentions during this engagement, specifically if malicious or not.

“Oh…Pardon me, I’m babbling and heading too far ahead.” A right glove raised, snapping the book closed before it’d gracefully reach the left side, dipping his head respectfully whilst stating, an elegant tone tempered with a gentle caress almost. “I’m Androxus Sekenomi. My manners are apparently in poor taste all of a sudden, you are?” Inquiring idly, although a subtle flick of eyes which would no doubt be caught by her gestured to her feet? Then around the neck, stomach and landing upon the upper chest…She’d probably be able to discern with the bare surface thoughts, a look for a hollow hole or a numbering.

Once time had passed for her to return the sentiment, Androxus swiftly added. “I’m shocked I haven’t seen you around here prior, I’d have thought so…Perhaps I’m just a little aloof, hm? To prowl about these halls is to invite confrontation among the Privaron, so…You’re either one or a surf?” A slight eyebrow raise following that little piece. He didn’t seem malicious at all, albeit far more riding the conversations waves with no problem.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

The very moment that Androxus had spoken his own name, the girl's eyes immediately lit with both wonder and worry; Androxus Sekenomi. She'd been quickly briefed on an individual by that name, before taking on this mission. In truth, however, all she managed to hear about was the man's name, his position underneath Kouhai, and a rather avid amount of rumors that circulated across the Three Worlds regarding his actions in days long past. Namely, her favorite being some stand-off he had in the past involving a broken toothpick and ten ounces of freshly-harvested basil. She shuddered at her recollection; she hadn't any idea that someone could cause that much damage with nothing but a plant.

"W-well," she forced out, "It's certainly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sekenomi, especially on hopefully-pleasant terms. Performing a bit of a curtsy in front of the Arrancar, Priscilla gave the man a rather serene smile. "My name is Riegan Dubois, it's an honor to have the opportunity to simply be before you, let alone exchanging pleasantries!" Taking note of his wandering eyes and thougths, Priscilla held out her left hand, the numbers "102" displayed themselves clearly across her palm, with the "2" in specific appearing a bit more worn and faded than the other two. "Privaron 102, at your service!"

As Androxus continued to speak after her, Priscilla chimed in with a playful giggle. "Oh, don't you worry, Sir! I've taken refuge in my own company these last few decades since my... fall from grace. That said, though, I couldn't help but notice your shared interest in literary arts, so I felt the urge to introduce myself! Hopefully I haven't made the wrong call?" With that, Priscilla gave a nervous chuckle. She knew full well what someone like this man was capable of, and frankly had no idea how she stacked up against him; sure, she'd taken down an Espada in the past, but he'd been the Octava at the time, and from what she'd heard, a weak link. She didn't dare tempt Androxus toward ill intentions.

"So," she started once again, dragging that singular word out, "if you don't mind my asking, do you have any favorite works from Doyle? Or frankly, any author for that matter. I'm always looking for something to read - or reread, in some cases - and I'd love your input!" Practically bouncing on her heels, Priscilla stared up at the man that quite easily towered over her, even despite her few extra inches from the form she'd currently assumed. Even despite her efforts at acting, the Quincy was genuinely interested in what he'd have to say, making things just a bit easier on her.

[Androxus Sekenomi]

There was a slight shift at her statement, an inkling that -something- had snatched the Arrancar’s attention although who could truly say what? That gentle smile remained rested upon his features, golden hues remaining fixated on the woman ahead of him, lips finally parting to offer a response forthright. “Miss Dubois, I’m rather shocked and glad to discover a refined mind such as myself. I don’t believe a wrong call has been made, consider me intrigued by your…Nature.” The left hand sharply shifted to the left, gesturing toward a spiralling stairway which descended further into Las Noches’s pits. “Please, would you kindly accompany me on a stroll?” A crown of snow-white hair, dipping and bouncing softly along with his own head.

Androxus waited for her to begin walking, the tone indicate a sincerity of desire to proceed with the engagement but a subtle firmness to it, aiming to walk beside her shortly after with the leatherbound book resting underneath the left arm. “Doyle? So far I’ve been entranced by Sherlock and the depiction of Moriarty but I’d heavily suggest Philip K Dick, a writer of dystopian fiction which offers a unique insight into a more realistic society based off the illusion of perfection. This in itself is a marvellous read, the book Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep is a classic and excellent foundation to get into his…Literature.”

Upon reaching a doorway, a moment of speed followed to allow himself a little headstart to it, planting his palm against it to push it open for her. “I’ve been on a small tirade, although I’m not apologetic as it is rare to discover such a companion to engage with on this level. Do you have a particular author you could suggest to me? What genre stimulates your mind if there is any, Miss Dubois.” Once it’d creaked open, they’d be left relatively alone....Not a creature in sight to disturb their conversation, the vast size of Las Noches was both an advantage and a problem. Often or not as of recent it has been the latter.

A gentle sigh escaped Androxus’s lips, contemplating the variety of issues which had recently transpired due to the size before returning it back to Dubois, a moment that the smile had faded into the background as the mind worked. He was adamant to listen to her, a moment or two to relax wouldn’t kill him, yet atleast. “A curious inquiry for you, food for thought…What is it that got you into literature? Escape? Stimuli? Both? Neither? I have found this to be different to all who I’ve pressed on the matter.”

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Hearing Androxus' willingness to talk with her, Priscilla kept up her amused appearance. "I'd be delighted to!" the girl exclaimed, keeping herself somewhat close to the man despite not actually coming in contact with him for, well, rather obvious reasons. She wasn't looking to just get herself killed here, so touching the man was a no-go. For the time being, at least; perhaps she could try to acquire some Vialis in order to make that front easier, if she needed to? Only time would tell if that would become a necessity.

As she continued to speak, and subsequently went on to listen to the Arrancar share his own words, Priscilla couldn't help but continue to light up at the mention of one of her favorite authors. She let the man finish his thoughts, but the second he was done, she immediately decided to speak up. "Finally," she said, "someone with excellent taste! Not only in terms of author, but genre as well! Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep is easily amongst my favorites, next to a few other classics, that is."

As he continued to go on and ask about her favorite genres and book recommendations, Priscilla once again couldn't stop herself. "Oh, I'll be the first to admit to my love for dystopian fiction, predominantly those written by the authors of the 1900's; Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, George Orwell's 1984... I'm sure you can get the picture. Even some of the modern dystopian novels are fairly good reads. If not a bit cliché in deliverance, I'd like to think the Divergent series by Veronica Roth is still a phenomenal read."

Upon being asked about her reasons for reading, Priscilla's attitude quickly faded. In its place, a melancholic smile sat upon her face. "Well, I believe I'd have to say I use it as an escape. Things have been... somewhat rough for me over the years, and especially in recent times. I recently lost my best friend, so I've been using what I can to help ease that blow; I've found that reading has helped more than anything I could even hope to try, so I've been diving nose-first into books for the last few years where I can." Taking a deep breath, Priscilla put up another serene smile, doing what she could to try to take her mind off of things. "So, if you don't mind my asking, what're your reasons for reading? Hopefully not more of the same." She let out a soft chuckle.

[Androxus Sekenomi]

Androxus’s hues remained upon Miss Dubois rather attentively, refusing to let them depart as she’d continue to speak about her investment within literature, still barely any physical registration of anything other than excitement. The Arrancar didn’t have many to discuss such a riveting topic with, so to be able to engage was a pleasant alteration of pace before returning to the trivialities of Las Noches or cleansing the worlds of the filth, it was in essence a much desired and needed setback.

A soft chuckle departed his lips after Dubois was finished, a gentler voice which exhibited amusement as she’d speak of the series, a look of thoughtfulness crossing his mind although how close she was did cause a slight tenseness to arise across his body. It wasn’t very often people were within such a proximity nor did he often permit it, this was no exception, each foot pivoting slightly to shift a little aways from her, a lack of subtlety perhaps but it go the message through.

There was a sombre look which washed over his features though, a slight misstep perhaps as the man felt her…Sadness…Consoling those who’d lost loved ones was a rather natural take of his life, many couldn’t see past it. Even if this individual was a -liar-….She didn’t deserve to be neglected in such a cold pit. “My condolences, Dubois…Though I’ve found people often mistake death as a burden, a sorrow which consumes their core, many fall to hypocrisy when losing someone they’d care for. They forget an important factor…” A smile beaming brighter, softer in tone. “It is better to fulfil their unseen dreams than wallow in pity, I’m certain your friend is in a better place…And would most likely enjoy the concept of her close friend living a life that she couldn’t live, enjoy the things she couldn’t, see past the blanket of darkness…And you’ll find light.”

An idle halt occurred after, moving his left hand to caress the pearl white marble gently as they continued to walk. “I read due to it being an…Insight…Escapism is common among avid readers, I can’t blame them, at one point they’re pirates on a grand voyage, the next a steamy romance in the vast, decrepit cities of London…Most of us seek an alternative to the life we currently lead. I don’t, I find literature to be an insight where one can’t find, read enough and you’ll see a pattern…You can feel the authors emotions, their thoughts, each emotion they demonstrate, why they do it? All of it…In each, page that is flicked reveals a piece of a grand puzzle, Miss Dubois. I’m rather fond of puzzles.”

The Arrancar swivelled about, eying her up for a split second at the concept of Puzzles. “I’m curious and if I’m being far too bold, please inform me but…Have you managed to speak about the loss of your friend? Many are weighed down by the words unspoken, I doubt any here are inclined to bother us for one reason or another, hopefully you find I’m a good listener.” He’d continue to walk at this point. “I’ll simply walk, absorb the knowledge and act like I know what I’m capable of saying to console you.” An amused laughter following after.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Almost immediately noticing Androxus' own shift in body language, Priscilla took a step and a half backward from where she was standing. She could tell almost immediately that her place next to him was causing him to move about; she wasn't going to let herself ruin such a perfectly good opportunity for information due to a slight misstep! Literally, in this case. As such, she created a bit of distance between the two of them, to hopefully ease that bit of stress off of the man in front of her.

As she continued to share her story, and diverge a bit of information on her past, Priscilla listened to what Androxus had to say on the matter. “My condolences, Dubois… Though I’ve found people often mistake death as a burden, a sorrow which consumes their core, many fall to hypocrisy when losing someone they’d care for. They forget an important factor… It is better to fulfil their unseen dreams than wallow in pity, I’m certain your friend is in a better place… And would most likely enjoy the concept of her close friend living a life that she couldn’t live, enjoy the things she couldn’t, see past the blanket of darkness… And you’ll find light.”

Truth be told, Priscilla found his words to be quite motivating. While she couldn't quite describe how she felt about the matter, she knew for a fact that this man's words were helpful. At least a little bit. "Thank you," she spoke, "that... actually helps quite a bit. Gives me the opportunity to collect my thoughts as best I can, and for that I appreciate it." She gave Androxus the warmest smile she could muster. Truth be told, she was incredibly appreciative.

Listening to Androxus speak on the matter of insight, and puzzles, Priscilla found herself ever fascinated by what he had to say. She was quite surprised to have found someone so intellectual within the walls of Las Noches! "I can't say I've ever looked at it like that!" Priscilla exclaimed, rather excitedly, "that's such an interesting line of thinking! Absolutely fascinating, if I do say so myself! Truth be told, I can't say I'm all too familiar with the twists and turns of Las Noches; I'd like to wager a guess that perhaps those same puzzles you're looking for in literature don't make themselves nearly as present around here?"

Giving him the opportunity to respond, and with the potential topic change, Priscila's emotions once again took a more melancholic stance. The same smile she had previously held itself on her face, but it dropped ever so slightly, changing in tune with the somber conversation topic to follow. Truthfully, she didn't know what to say. The last thing she wanted to end up doing was blowing her own cover, and given such a topic? Something like that was going to find itself somewhat difficult, but she was going to try regardless.

"I wouldn't mind sharing," she started, before taking a deep breath, "as you know here in Hueco Mundo, it's very much a "kill or be killed" type of world. Folks are always out for blood, looking to 'grow stronger' and whatnot all the time. The two of us were simply spending our time alone together, doing nothing more than minding our own business, when we were... jumped. I managed to get away safely, but she... she gave her life to protect my own. Odd for an Arrancar, I know, but that sentiment still means the very world to me."

[Androxus Sekenomi]

The overcoat which draped above both shoulders tenderly caressed the back of the Arrancar’s knees, a small bit of space between cleanliness and the gritted floors of Las Noches, an attentive look offered to the Privaron to the left of him. A rather charming individual to intake his insight so eagerly, a soft smile remaining upon a gentle face that offered a sense of warmth. Both lips parted to respond to the Privaron’s gratefulness with calm. “Please it is I whom should be offering gratitude, such engagements feel…Rarer by the century.”


Though each step made by the pair, a synchronization which radiated to each corner of the long labyrinthine corridors, a glisten in the moonlight as the structures of raw marble offered little in the sense of contemplation beyond the logistics of creating it. The place itself offering a macabre atmosphere to those residing within, especially to the pair now speaking freely about affairs which most would clutch to their heart…One of them was atleast.


Androxus’s smile grew slightly though, a jest at the simplicity of other Arrancar? It was rude to not offer her some acknowledgement for it, though part of him felt it accurate beyond belief. To respond to her, both hues now rested upon her directly with a gentle chuckle that came from the back of the throat. “All sentient life is a Puzzle, though I must confess not particularly difficult if I’m to take frequency of immediate life within the vicinity.” A smile which threatened to alter into a smirk though finally moving his gaze from her form, resting back ahead and begun to listen to the tale.


As she regailed her tale, Androxus decided to take a moment to listen to the emotion which was portrayed, each statement could offer him further insight or the authenticity of the engagement itself. The way she spoke? A tale…She was a literature nut alright, not a bad thing but the way she detached herself with certain words had to make him consider the truth to all of it, a tale though regardless he felt had a seduction of truth. Perhaps it was afterall?


“You retell the affair as if you were an author writing a book.” Allowing the first statement to cling to the air, his softer tone diluted lightly by a sense of curiosity beyond mundane but it was pushed under the rug rapidly whilst he continued. “To be expected….My condolences, though….Come…If you’d permit me but a moment of your time?”


As the man shifted to the left side, he intended to stand beside her on one of the plethora of windows which overlooked vast dunes of pristine white, shimmering and whilst a decrepit landscape, many did call it home. “Selfless sacrifice…I find it to be both a pure act of love and a selfish act of pride, a paradox….For whilst they believe themselves to be acting selflessly, they’re not remaining among us to heal the lingering wounds ironically caused by their own action. In my many years of guiding, it is often those who survive such ordeals that can suffer the worst….Forgive me if I’m to brazen to presume any of your emotions, but…I shall atleast proclaim this.”


Androxus’s gaze fell right back on her, accompanied with a large smile. “It’s okay to be resentful….The negative emotions you feel for them, for doing such….They’re not unjustified, all because they did it for you does not grant them amiability for their actions…You’re well within your right to be both grateful for their sacrifice and irritated by the selfish choice. None can snatch that away from you. I do hope this has helped in some capacity? I’d think living in their honor is a finer thing to do than any wouldn’t you agree whilst being your own person? Or perhaps I have it mistaken and if I do? Please…Don’t hesitate to strike me across the face for such a brazen presumption.”

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

“You retell the affair as if you were an author writing a book.”

Confusion admixed with fear quickly began to set in. Had he figured her out? She couldn't quite tell, and that worried her rather notably. "Oh! You think so?" she asked, not quite sounding upset, but certainly a bit hurt. Truth be told, Priscilla had no idea how she wanted to approach the current situation. It wasn't exactly something that sat well with her, given her lack of ability to tell a convincing story could have easily led to her cover being blown. The thought concerned her. She'd have to play it a bit more carefully from now on.

“To be expected….My condolences, though….Come…If you’d permit me but a moment of your time?”

With a soft nod, and a serene smile, Priscilla agreed. Given everything thus far, she didn't really have an option to just decline such an offer. Though, as he continued to speak, she didn't quite expect what he was going to say. As he brought up the mention of sacrifice, and all to go along with it, Priscilla found heart sink. Flooded by memories of her best friend's passing; of Amalia's fate. She did what she could to hide this rushing of emotions, but likely wasn't going to find herself completely able to do so.

"I..." she started, catching herself, "no, you're right. Your words helped much, much more than you might think." Thinking back to the loss of her friend, even if the circumstances she shared were far different than what actually happened, Priscilla still found herself pondering over the situation. Surely there was something more she could've done in time? Truthfully she found herself unable to really tell, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to avoid harping on the past. Such simply wasn't healthy, nor was it what her friend would've wanted.

"Thank you for your kind words, Androxus, they've helped far more than I could ever even begin to describe. Everything thus far has been... difficult, to say the last, regarding her. I'm glad to have had someone to talk through everything with, though. For that, I thank you immensely." As she continued to speak, and without realizing it, the impression of the girl she'd taken the identity of quickly began to unravel. As she let her guard down, Priscilla unknowingly started to allow her voice to return to its original pitch and tone, despite her appearance not changing in the slightest.

[Androxus Sekenomi]

Androxus’s gaze remained upon this Privaron, though a tilt of the head began to occur only slightly at such a response. She wasn’t offended? It did remind him of an individual far in the past…Many weren’t granted access to a way to vent these horrific guilts or transgressions, a duty which he’d burden of all the realms if it came to it. It’d become abundantly apparent that the man before her cared little in the ways of thanks. Ironically, there wasn’t a response to exploit or don it like a garb of pride.


Finally though her voice broke down, akin to a slowly peeling the intricate wrapping of a delicate present that’d been thrust before someone, it was most definitely that of intricacy, a pitch which now sounded foreign to the Espada’s former voice, a tone that conquered the former with both ferocity yet grace, a subtle invasion of her emotions or a neat manipulation? He could only gamble going forward with this new information.


There was a sweeping breeze which passed the pair from the dunes of endless sands, though it was unnatural that was clear and perhaps an emotional response from the Arrancar before her? It was easy to answer that…Yes….It felt like a millennia as he’d simply keep a piercing gaze upon Seiros’s form before finally, lips parted to speak with the same softness as prior.


“Pardon me, I believe you should utilize your voice far more often in my presence hm? I’m much more preferable to that….” Overcoat shifting as he’d twist on his boot, gesturing to back inside with a shocking grace, glove that matched the sands themselves motioning to the door." Perhaps in time I may peel away the rest of the facade, consider me….Intrigued….Your skill of deception regarding the voice or perhaps mimicry? I can’t entirely tell which is most splendid and I’m knocked back by the raw difference."

A moment passed before offering her chance to respond, though testing her reflexes and desiring to see truly if this was an Arrancar before him or something…Different…A drastic flourish of the left hand moved by the sheathed, golden hilted Zanpaktou at his belt but actually gestured to the sands and the very platform they were upon “Less out here is more to your tastes? Many are unable to listen nor interrupt such an exhilarating conversation.”

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

“Pardon me, I believe you should utilize your voice far more often in my presence hm? I’m much more preferable to that…” Watching as Androxus turned on a heel, she slowly started to follow behind him, listening to what he had to say. "Perhaps in time I may peel away the rest of the façade, consider me… Intrigued… Your skill of deception regarding the voice or perhaps mimicry? I can’t entirely tell which is most splendid and I’m knocked back by the raw difference."

Chuckling softly in amusement over his words, Priscilla found herself dropping the act. Well, the voice, anyway. "Tch," she playfully scoffed, "seems I've slipped up a tad in my more emotional moments. Either that, or perhaps you simply have a keen eye, hm?" Giving the Arrancar a sly smile, Priscilla crossed her arms and simply kept her eye on him. She tagged behind ever so slightly, before noticing the movements he was going to make, thanks to her mental processing capabilities. In tune with him reaching for his weapon, though notably faster than his own movements, Priscilla threw her arm up, manifesting her shortbow, and nocking an arrow in the same set of motions.

As she watched his movements, taking note of the fact that he wasn't actually moving for his weapon, Priscilla lowered her own. Though, she didn't let her bow fade. Instead, she kept the Reishi-arrow drawn, and prepared to raise her arm again if she needed to. She wasn't looking for violence to follow, but by no means was she above it if need be. “Less out here is more to your tastes? Many are unable to listen nor interrupt such an exhilarating conversation.”

A simple smile rising to her cheeks, Priscilla simply nodded. "You're certainly not wrong," she started, holding her position, and moving her leg back, "seems this time of the night is lovely right about now. How long do you suppose that might last, Androxus~?" A serene smile maintained across her face, Priscilla kept a positive energy about her. In truth, she wasn't looking for a fight. No, quite the opposite; she was looking to get along with Androxus, though wasn't appreciative of the feigned maneuver of violence.