An Anomalous Adjucha [Open Social]

[Alacrán]

Alacrán is standing just on the outskirts of Las Noches, squinting to try and see better as the brightness from all the sand and the sudden light in the normally dark home of Hollows disturbs him. It's probably been about weeks or months since he’d last been here, making this his second time here, the first time being when he led Camila here. He wasn't quite sure why he stayed here and dealt with all the strange looks that he received from the Arrancar that were on patrol.

He imagines that while Hueco Mundo was home to the Hollows, Las Noches was the inner sanctum of the Arrancar and no Hollows had actually been inside unless otherwise invited. On top of that he'd also brought in an outsider as well, who had been a former Shinigami no less. He was expecting a confrontation at this point and was debating whether or not he should actually leave. Unfortunately his curiosity wouldn't allow him to just walk away from here first without speaking to one of the Espadas who were no doubt very powerful Arrancar compared to what they'd faced as well as what happened to Camila.

Unfortunately for him, he would not be able to wander around without hassle as a trio of Arrancar made their way towards him with rather ill-intentioned looks. It didn't bother him really as he was beginning to get bored but he'd rather not step on anyone's toes in a place like this where he isn't quite sure how or if the rules of Hueco Mundo still apply. Then again they were still Hollows despite their appearances so perhaps the rule of 'might makes right' will still hold some sway over them.

Just as he seems to come to this line of thought, the trio stop just a couple meters away from him and the most humanoid looking one of them, although he still had some deer like features to her form, shouts up at him, "Hey, yer da one dat lead dat outsi'er 'ere arncha?" Alacrán just glances at them for a moment, his mandibles clicking together as he debates their worth to someone here and as well as their strength before he just looks away from them with a grunt and stares back off towards the castle.

The cervidae didn't seem to like that response however as she gave the Adjucha a mean look and then leaped up to stand in the air just in front of Alacrán's face, "Hey I esked you a question. You stupid or deaf or sumthin'? Maybe dat'd explain how dat bitch got 'ere. Prolly made ya 'er pet or sumthin'." This actually gets a response from Alacrán as he growls and swats at the Arrancar, "I ain't no one's pet ya lousy excuse fer an Arrancar. I owe allegiance ta no one but myself. Now scram before I make a meal outta ya."

The Arrancar dodges out of the way and laughs at the threat, "As if yous could take on da three o' us. Please. I'd be more dan yous could handle on muh own." Her two friends, an avian and reptilian looking Arrancar give each other concerned looks before they fly up next to their friend and whisper, "Are you sure about this? Him and his friend had managed to take out someone who had been an Adjuchas." The deer scowls at her friend, "Oh please. It was prolly mos'ly that girl who dealt with dem. Besides we was all Gillians so we can surely put this one down withou' a problem."

Before she could return her attention to Alacrán, one of his pincers had already reached up and snatched her, growling and clicking rapidly in irritation as he pulled her closer to his face, almost piercing her with the sharp mandibles, "I assure ya won't be able ta put anyone down if ya keep looking down on me like ya just were. I don't care who ya belong ta or work for, I won't be going down without a fight. And I promise ya, Camila wasn't the only one who'd been fighting those Arrancar ya call yer guards. Now if ya really wish to die today then by all means, continue as ya have been. I'll be happy ta oblige."

His clicking slows down a little as he pulls her closer and let's them just ever so slightly prick her arms with enough force to draw blood, injecting her with a dose of his venom which he could tell she was immediately feeling, "However if ya want ta live then I suggest ya run back ta whatever hole ya crawl out of." He releases the now poisoned Arrancar who lets out a whimper and clearly looks rather shook but much to her credit she manages to regather her composure and turn to her friends, "Come on yous two, he ain' worth our time."

He grins as he watches them all flee back the direction they came from, feeling a good amount of satisfaction from the fact that he was able to put that much fear into an Arrancar who probably could have actually killed him with ease, all three of them in fact. He licks the blood off his mandibles and sighs as he returns his attention back to the castle. He realizes he should have just eaten her as he feels a pang of hunger and a throbbing in his head but he ignores it and continues to wait, even though he's not quite sure how long he’d have to wander before running into an Espada.

[Rizer, Tile]

[Enter Rizer]
The three Gillian class Arrancar carefully continue their patrol.

The failure is still fresh within their mind as they continue their patrol. Las Noches' artificial slight breeze causes the sand particles to swirl slightly. Not too far from their location approximately 20 meters away from Adjucha class hollow otherwise known as Alacrán.

Incoming just 10 meters away from a trio of Arrancars. The man seems to come out of nowhere. But in reality, Rizer came from the castle. The approaching individual attire consists of black Shihakushō otherwise known as the Garment of Dead Souls. Nothing to fancy about the standard black kimono worn by soul reapers. Underneath his black kimono, Rizer sports the traditional white garments, and draping across his shoulders is his signature pink elegant flamboyant haori. It follows an animal theme of a "Flamingo." His haori is brightly colored, pink feather coat being one of the most distinctive features of his person.

This man had a single object resting on the bridge of his nose. This object was traditional pair of curved, thin golden sunglasses. Which appear to serve as his eyesight with purple lenses. Due to Rizer's rather poor eyesight. He often relied on either sun-glasses or contacts. However, he always tends to wear both no matter the situation.

Today Rizer was part of patroling the bordering of Las Noches. He had been assigned command over traffic in this sector. The trio of Arrancars was doing their rounds along the borders of Las Noches. Maybe luck wasn't on their side. As they do happen to run into their superior, and not too far from them an Adjucha class hollow Alacrán. Who just punk them.

To be exact the approaching blonde hair man didn't know what transpire with his the 3 Arrancars. However, as he walked he held out his left hand which seems to be holding a single phone. While his right hand resting in his pocket. The young Rogue Shinigami glance at the trio. Take note of the blood drip along the white sand, and the unique smell it gives off.

He didn't say anything as he carefully continue past them at the moment of Rizer's yawn. Suddenly the entire field rumbled. He had sighed as he fully attempt to crush those within range of his spiritual pressure. His sole target was the Alacrán.

However, the Gillian class Arrancar wasn't hindered it was the sole target is lone Adjucha - Class Hollow. The gravity pressure has no set range so all within Rizer's sight would occur in wrath. His reasoning for releasing such overwhelming Gravitational pressure was because of the injuries Arrancar allied.

Rizer sees all Hollows and Arrancars like his family. Even the weak ones learn not to address their superiors until spoken to. This was no different however, Rizer couldn't allow blood to be drawn here within the King's territory.

He took note of the wound of the passing Arrancar who seem to be scared at the sudden arrival of him. However, that emotion was replaced with respect. All within Rizer's sight fell to their knee due to the crushing Gravitational Pressure inflict throughout the area.

Yes, this was of course an attempt, and a way to peacefully disable all targets. Rizer continues to close the distance between him, and the Adjucha class hollow. At any time if Alacrán show any signs of resisting then that would mean he was worthy.

In the high hopes of Alacrán resisting the effect of his Gravitational pressure. Adjucha Class Hollow should have no problem in paying the upkeep to stand up with the big boys. If at any point Rizer didn't see Alacrán being hindered by his pressure.

Not to mention if he showed any signs of hostile action it would cause Rizer to act. However, Rizer stood at the 6-meter mark away from Alacrán and was now 4 behind the trio. Who currently halted their movement due to the level of Gravitational pressure within the area.

Clearing his voice as he spoke in a firm, and calm tone being sure to limit the number of words he used. Rizer said
, " What do you want? This is a restricted area that you just happen to walk into. I don't think I have the pleasure of seeing you here before."

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{Rizer Info}
WC:713
Class 1 character can use it against anyone who is Class 3 or lower. At this point, the character may be pushed against the ground and held there, but it would not kill them. With each greater gap between Classes, the ability becomes more severe. With a five-Class difference, you can immediately kill your opponent with just this pressure. This ability can, however, be resisted so long as the opponent spends 300 Reiatsu per post. They still feel the pressure and it hinders their abilities, but it can be resisted.
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LF: 10,000
Reiastu: 5,000
Sealed
Strength: [25]
Speed: [81]
Spiritual Pressure: [500]
Reiatsu Strength: [375]
Senses: [150]
Instinct: [37]
Energy Sensory: [0]
Healing Expertise: [0]
Light Aura: [25]
Dark Aura: [75]

Skills
Analyzing: 3
Weapon - Zanjutsu: 3
Kido: 2
Pain Tolerance: 2
Mental Incantations: 3
Damage Recovery: 2

[Serraph Quarrere]

Serraph opened his eyes, slowly but surely. The heaviness of a dense spiritual pressure had woken him. The paper man groaned and stirred, rising to his feet. How long had he been laying here, unconcious against the smooth marble halls of Los Noches? Had it been days, weeks, months? He'd shake his head and rub the sleep from his eyes, his body turning  face the dimily lit entrance just barely in view. he'd take a step foreward, trying to gauge who this power could be. It didn't belong to any he had met before and certainly didn't feel hollow in nature. Serraph would slip his cane beneath the leather belt holding his pale pants up.

 He blinked and flexed a bit of his expertise, pure speed. The sound of static paled in comparison to the boom echoing through the halls.  When his eyes opened he'd find himself standing upon the edge of a dune looking over the source of this new pressure.  The man was tall and built like a brick house cloaked in a rather vibrant pink hoari. He also was in the process of exerting his pressure on everyon around him, Serraph included. Fortunately for the Sexta, this being wasn't so far ahead of himself in power that he could force him to the ground with the flex of his sprititual pressure. Serraph also noted that this being wasn't arrancar by any means, but he felt a little different than your standard, run-of-the-mill shinigami. His head tilted to the side in curiosity. Another blink and he was  right next to the man, curious odd-eyes staring up at him in inspection.

 "Who are you? Why are you here? If you linger any longer you're going to make the residents very upset!", he'd ask and warn, barely able to contain the stream of thoughts from escaping him. Hilariously enough, the time period in which the man in pink gave his warning and Serraph's arriving was likely in the same minute, yet Serraph would not hear the words spoken by Mr. Pink Man. He'd take a step back, realizing the invasion of personal space and flicking a strand of crimson hair from his face. He'd notice the other beings probably feeling rather uncomfortable with this man exerting himself upon them in such a manner. "You should probably ease up on them, you are kinda strong you know", he'd reccomend aloud,  throwing his arms above his head in a casual manner as if to stretch out his stiff back.

  "I am Serraph Quarrere, Lord Librarian of Los Noches and Sexta Espada. Pleasure to meet you all~"

[Alacrán]

Alacrán's self satisfaction is quickly cut short as he feels a pressure, a level of power and strength, he'd never felt before. His body slowly begins to crumble in on itself and he pushes with all his might to try and stay standing but finds that even with as physically strong as he is, he wouldn't be able to hold himself up like this. So he begins to gather his reiatsu and use it to bolster himself as he pushes back against the insane pressure that was trying to crush him.

He glances around as he steadies himself against the increased pressure and spots the flamboyant shihakusho as well as the Arrancar who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Unfortunately he doesn't catch what either of them said, both speaking at the same time and with him focusing on trying not to be crushed by the insane pressure pushing down on him at the moment. He does growl in annoyance however as the Arrancar introduced himself, "I am Serraph Quarrere, Lord Librarian of Los Noches and Sexta Espada. Pleasure to meet you all~"

He turns his attention to the Espada now, the main reason for him coming here and completely ignores the oddly dressed 'Shinigami', "What's dis Shi'igami doin' 'ere an' why haven' ya keeled 'im yet?" Alacrán's knowledge of Las Noches was all mostly based of second hand accounts and word of mouth, going off rumors he'd come across during his time in Hueco Mundo's deserts so he clearly had no actual familiarity with Las Noches' actual hierarchy or who exactly it's members were. The only actual names within Hueco Mundo's ranks that he knew of were Kouhai and Ailene, the espada that Camilla had travelled so far to see.

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{Reiatsu Pool - 2400/2700}-300 to resist Gravitational Pressure

[Rizer, Tile]

Born for nothing, and attempting to climb to the top these creatures known as hollow eat everything in sight. Truly these creatures only respected power, and fear. That is why Rizer maintains his spiritual pressure on them he considers their trash. Since when does trash have the right to stand amongst the higher up. The distance between Rizer, and Alacrán was 6 meters, and he was 4 meters from the 3 Gillian class hollows. Rizer would be a complete fool not to be able to hear the sounds of distant footsteps approaching his location.

His sense would take care of that if that wasn't possible the ability to sense flare of reiastu of the approaching entity would alert Rizer as well. If none of that was possible then he wouldn't be able to sense, or used his other sense to make out Serraph.

He wasn't scared or anything with a fine comb Rizer combed through the question, and comments of each Arrancar, and Hollow present. His behavior didn't change other than rising his head and slowly holding it up toward the sky as he laughed.

"Fufufufu." Now within his mind. Rizer said," Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns, and belts. Footprints, distant thunder, sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night, sea of clouds, blue line. Form a circle and fly through the heavens. Bakudo #77: Tenteikura !" As he spoke the words within his mind. Rizer suddenly shifts his head back to his previous position. Take note of the conversation, and the curiosity of both

species here. The Sexta Espada was just 3.5 meters away from Rizer.

Rizer felt somewhat compelled, and charmed by this Espada no wonder his training wasn't complete. Letting out a sigh quickly without wasting any further time as soon as the Alacrán comment, and action was complete. He places the phone directly into his pocket as he rolls up his left sleeve he quickly begins to write the symbol on his left forearm with his right hand.

His first message was to his ally the Sexta Espada Lord Librarian Serraph Quarrere. As he drew out the symbols the sudden flare of his reiastu probably warn both. However, there was nowhere for them to run as he spoke within his mind.

" I am Rizer, Jules ,Tile. I am the Left Hand of Lord Kouhai. Unfortunately , I regret to inform you this matter ain't that simple. This one right here seems to attack those 3 arrancars other there. For me to grant your request to ease up. Seeing that you are a great librarian would you question it to see its intention here? Otherwise, I can't what you called it to ease up until it has gone."

If it had no more room on his left forearm then he would switch to his right forearm using his left hand to draw the marking it was now time to reply to the trash standing up somehow.

"Trash like you should just wait your turn. However, I am in the mood to entertain you today as it is my duty here as the guardians of Las Noches. My colleague here will ask you some questions please comply otherwise I can't ease up, and have to hunt you."

Throughout his conversation with both the Sexta Espada and the Unknown hollow Rizer, a guard was up, and he was ready for anything. You would have to be a fool to ignore the 3 arrancars laying on the floor one of which was harmed by the currently barely standing hollow.

The smells of blood and poison were in the air, and Rizer had upon his face his traditional trademark smile. He continues to maintain his pressure until the Sexta Espada complies with his request otherwise he would keep it up.

The truth of the matter is Rizer would remain here just to see how things play out. If his request wasn't heard. Then how could he comply with the Sexta request? Rizer had simply shrugged, and it didn't matter if any of them tried to run why? It was simply because his Kido has a range of 2 miles, and neither of them should be able to close get that from him.

All this was an attempt in any case Rizer waited to see how things played out, and at any time hostile action was cast on him he would handle it.

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{Rizer Data}
WC:735
Class 3 - 400 Reiatsu

Technique Name: Bakudo #77: Tenteikura !

Class: [3]

Technique Type: Kido

Technique Element: [None]

Technique Description and Effects:

Transmits messages mentally to anyone within an area of the caster's choosing. In addition to reciting the spell, the user must draw specific markings on their arms, which are animated by the spell to convey the messages. The messages can be spoken either by the caster or by another within the vicinity of the caster.

How to use technique:

Markings must be written out on the caster's arms while speaking or thinking the message.

Incantation and Effect:

This technique can be used on anyone within two miles of the caster if used with incantation. ("Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns and belts. Footprints, distant thunder, sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night, sea of clouds, blue line. Form a circle and fly though the heavens.")


Class 1 character can use it against anyone who is Class 3 or lower. At this point, the character may be pushed against the ground and held there, but it would not kill them. With each greater gap between Classes, the ability becomes more severe. With a five-Class difference, you can immediately kill your opponent with just this pressure. This ability can, however, be resisted so long as the opponent spends 300 Reiatsu per post. They still feel the pressure and it hinders their abilities, but it can be resisted.
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LF: 10,000
Reiastu: 4,600/5,000
Sealed
Strength: [25]
Speed: [81]
Spiritual Pressure: [500]
Reiatsu Strength: [375]
Senses: [150]
Instinct: [37]
Energy Sensory: [0]
Healing Expertise: [0]
Light Aura: [25]
Dark Aura: [75]

Skills
Analyzing: 3
Weapon - Zanjutsu: 3
Kido: 2
Pain Tolerance: 2
Mental Incantations: 3
Damage Recovery: 2

[Serraph Quarrere]

"What's dis Shi'igami doin' 'ere an' why haven' ya keeled 'im yet?"

 Serraph smiled softly and shook his head. Normal hollows couldn't understand this predicement. Hollows are the inverse of a shinigami, they would forever be at odds. Even many of the Espada do not hold their glorious leader in high regard. Serraph's loyalty holds because their deal still stands. If Serraph serves he obtains a suitable place to put his library.  The Espada is fully aware and embraces the impossibility that his desire inflicts upon his shoulders. Should this job turns against him or fails to provide what he needs to pursue is dream, then he would find it somewhere else. The human world is pretty big after all.

 "This shinigami happens to be a servant to Kouhai. Not much I can do in that regard" he'd sigh with a shrug in his posture. He wasn't just a servant, as the left hand as the man would soon reveal to him.

 " I am Rizer, Jules ,Tile. I am the Left Hand of Lord Kouhai. Unfortunately , I regret to inform you this matter ain't that simple. This one right here seems to attack those 3 arrancars other there. For me to grant your request to ease up. Seeing that you are a great librarian would you question it to see its intention here? Otherwise, I can't what you called it to ease up until it has gone."


 Serraph was among one of the most easy going Espada. The desire for knowledge over blood was strong, but there was a severe lack of understanding that this man lacks. He was one of Lord Kouhai's closest confidents. For this reason Serraph would hold a certain level of respect for the man. Unfortunately, his oaths extend to Kouhai exclusively. The deal was that simple. After all, who all besides Kouhai himself could catch him if he decided to leave? Maybe perhaps the Primera, Ser Charlotte. He had heard she could be a rival when it came to raw speed.

 "Lord Tiles, I do believe you overstep your bounds. Is the trust for Lord Kouhai's chosen blades so low that you'd dirty your hands on the lowest of grunt work? Even this is beneath an Espada.", He'd sigh with a rather exagerrated shake of his head. He'd stroke his chin, his eyes scanning over the group of weaker folk. The arrancar seemed to be capped when it comes to potential. Their masks broke way too early. That being said, they didn't seem to be that much stronger than the hollow here. The insect like being was being bullied, that had to be the case here.

 "There is no need to question these people. What is there to gain for such a thing. My request was made because there is nothing to gain by flexing your spritual pressure in such a manner. You only damage the faith of those that serve in our army and hurt the ability to foster growth in our society." , he'd further explain, turning to the shinigami with arms crossed sternly across his chest. "You can ignore sound reccomendation. That is within your right as a Hand. However as an Espada, I will take action as I see fit."

[Alacrán]

"This shinigami happens to be a servant to Kouhai. Not much I can do in that regard" This causes Alacrán's mandibles click together in irritation as he struggles to keep himself up from the continuous pressure being applied to him, "O' course some Shi'igami trash would be 'ere cause o' dat bastard." Despite his hostility, Alacrán wasn't a fool. He could tell that both these individuals were clearly much stronger than him and clearly outclass him. He does seem to pick up on the fact that the Arrancar who'd join was possibly on his side as he made his argument with the so called Left Hand of Kouhai.

Considering this was an Espada, one of the beings he was looking to meet with, Alacrán would have been content to just let them handle this as he continued to push out reiatsu to keep himself propped up against the heavy pressure trying to crush him, however the arrogance and self-entitlement that leaked out towards him when Rizer spoke to him simply pushes him to make what was most likely a mistake.

He growls and takes a very difficult step forward as he makes a jabbing gesture in Rizer's direction, "Oh please. Da only trash here is you, ya damn filthy soul reaper. Far as aye can tell, no one really wants ya here and the only reason ya are is cause of ya damn master, who also don' belon' 'ere either. Guardian o' Las Noches? Ya can call yerself whate'er ya want but no one cares about some self made titles here ya dumb ant."

He glances over to the trio of Arrancar who looked sickly and frail now under the weight of Rizer's gravitational pressure, gesturing to them momentarily before he returned his attention to Rizer, "Ya claim ta care about these weaklings that aye attacked and yet 'ere ya are, crushing them jus' cause a lil Hollow put 'em in their place? Pathetic, both you and them."

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{Reiatsu Pool - 2100/2700}-300 to resist Gravitational Pressure

[Rizer, Tile]

He no longer needed to waste his Kido amongst the group for conversation purposes. Both the Hollow and the Arrancar seem to be on the same page. To be honest, since Rizer didn't care about the duo. This conversation has been spun in the favor of the weaker trash.

Rizer took note of each sentence, every movement, and comments aimed at him. Even the quirky comments that meant to bother him were on death's ear. As Rizer didn't care about what neither of them said at this point.

His mind danced with the necessary information that was presented to him. To be honest, at this time. Rizer didn't care about what Sexta suggested or even the distance comments of the weakling trying to approach him/attack him.

However, the upkeep of his gravity pressure made it all the harder for Alacrán to move. That made Rizer happy inside he didn't have to explain his duties just as the Sexta refused to comply with his request. So he will just be here until the Sexta runs off or until the Hollow left.

How very unlikely that to happen no longer wish to communicate with them only to remain here to watch the process go through. A sudden peace befalls Rizer's heart as he shrugs at the active comments of each party. Make sure to shrug after both entities spoke, and finish.

It was now time for him to speak or try to. However, it won't matter these Espada seems to only respect Lord Kouhai. To be honest, Rizer felt that the only thing leaving him alive was the fact he work for him.

Nodding his head in approval he rolls up and returns his sleeve to its original state. Then cleared his voice, and said," Your opinions is noted."
That is all that Rizer said and done. He didn't care about the fact that the weak hollow struggled to stand, and he didn't care about Arrancars viewpoint.

Nonsense seems to grow as you grow in terms of power, and skills. However, the Sexta Espada for sure was pretty fast that much was for sure. Now Rizer wouldn't lower his guard or gravity pressure.

Alacrán would suffer, and Rizer no longer has any words for the Sexta Espada. He had made his bed and picked sides he stand from. Lord Kouhai would have to be out of his mind to raise and grant these unloyal Espada great power.

No teamwork, no work ethic every man for himself under the artificial fake moon of Las Noches. Rizer was more used to more strict, and loyal members of Las Noches. He feels within his heart that the comradeship he wants with Espada wouldn't find that here.

He felt deep within his heart the conflict between these creatures' hearts. Which demon do these species feed the good wolf or bad? Well, it didn't matter the result of the Sexta Espada comment won him a grand prize of no reply.

Now for the Hollow, he would still be left in Rizer to uncheck pressure as would the trio over yonder. No movement was made other than Alacrán who tried to step forward.

However too far from Rizer's location his previous position was still in fact 6 meters away, and the trio of Arrancar was just 4 meters away. The Sexta was only 3.5 meters away everyone was in the range of Rizer should anything happen.

Taking note of Sexta, and Alacrán's body language Rizer kept his guard up around what he thought were his allies. He had to be sure to earn himself some respect otherwise this rank, and his title met nothing.

In this world where the power leads the weak. How couldn't Rizer know that he would have to earn the respect of all he wish to aid him.

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{Rizer Data}
WC:634


Class 1 character can use it against anyone who is Class 3 or lower. At this point, the character may be pushed against the ground and held there, but it would not kill them. With each greater gap between Classes, the ability becomes more severe. With a five-Class difference, you can immediately kill your opponent with just this pressure. This ability can, however, be resisted so long as the opponent spends 300 Reiatsu per post. They still feel the pressure and it hinders their abilities, but it can be resisted.
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LF: 5,000

Reiastu: 4,600/5,000 

Sealed
Strength: [25]

Speed: [81]

Spiritual Pressure: [500]
Reiatsu Strength: [375]

Senses: [150]

Instinct: [37]

Energy Sensory: [0]

Healing Expertise: [0]

Light Aura: [25]

Dark Aura: [75]



Skills

Analyzing: 3

Weapon - Zanjutsu: 3

Kido: 2

Pain Tolerance: 2

Mental Incantations: 3

Damage Recovery: 2

[Serraph Quarrere]

" Your opinions is noted."

 Serraph bit his tongue at the improper speech and shrugged in defeat. Had this man been of hollowified lineage, Alacran would have quite the fight ahead of him. He should be thankful that this shinigami apparently only wanted to make a point not shed needless blood on Los Noches's doorstep. What confused the Sexta was the lack of proper response. Understanding between beings is important here in Hueco Mundo, whether that be brought out by bloodshed or speech. The left hand decided silence was the proper action here.

 Serraph glanced back at the four weaker fellows. Those at the peak of power should reach down and uplift those climbing up to you. In these trying times, those of Los Noches needs soldiers, servants, and allies. This will provide Lord Kouhai and Los Noches the power needed to fend off the threat that Quincies and Shinigami presented their fledgling nation. They were a race steeped in blood, but there was no reason they couldn't be cordial.

 "Duty lost in liberty,
found lost in loyalty lost
found in liberty
Found most disloyal!" , Serraph would sing with a twirl of his cane and a playful wink to the Left hand, the Sexta turned his back on the Left and approached the scorpion-like hollow. With his free hand he'd hold out a fist unfurling into a welcoming gesture as if to offer a hand to help pick him up out of this situation. He'd smile down at the hollow, his odd-eyes glancing over at the other three arrancar.

 "You arrancar appear to be under the weather and you, Mr Scorpion, appear to be annoyed over all of this. How about we venture to my palace for a bit of Soul Tea^TM ", The man would offer, the gentle breeze causing his thin crimson locks to rustle to the side, slightly revealing the hollow hole upon his forehead. "It is but a luxury for Arrancar, but for you, Mr. Scorpion, will surely feel its truely nourishing effects!"

[Alacrán]

In all honesty, Alacrán was very surprised that he was still alive after giving the 'Left Hand' a piece of his mind. He glances between the Rogue Shinigami and the Espada before he slowly starts to move to join Serraph, whose assumption was correct in that Alacrán was very annoyed by this entire situation. Since he's arrived here he's been continuously hounded by it's residents who claim he doesn't belong here or that he was trespassing when in reality, at leas to the Hollow, the Shinigami was the out of place trespasser and the Arrancar who allowed it didn't belong in Las Noches or Hueco Mundo.

Still he would keep these opinions to himself for the moment as he at least got what he came for: a meeting with one of the Espada. Now he could maybe learn what really goes on within the massive dome that sits at the center of Hueco Mundo, an unsightly landmark in his personal opinion, and what exactly is the purpose of Las Noches and the Espada as well as why a Shinigami was the one ruling it and not Hueco Mundo's children. He does take a moment to glare at Rizer and then stops as they pass the three Arrancar who were groveling on the ground.

He glances down at them and then up at Rizer before he lowers himself closer to them, still keeping himself up from being crushed by the pressure like they were. He then notices that only one of them seemed to be breathing, the one he'd grabbed and poisoned earlier and was struggling to try and push herself up while the other two seemed to have died from the overwhelming pressure that Rizer was putting out. He quickly glances up at the Rouge with a sadistic smile as he peaks up, "Guess dey couldn't 'andle the pressure, eh? Don worry, aye'll take care of yer mess for ya."

He then returns his attention to the Arrancar, lowering down further to speak to them, although loud enough for Rizer to hear, "Trash like ya arn worth saving, unlike what he may have ya denk. Don' worry though, aye'll spare ya disgrace of being a weakling." Before the Arrancar could comprehend his words, Alacrán had his mandibles wrapped around their neck as he quickly decapitates them with the mandibles and consumes their entire head whole. It was very fulfilling and he wanted to finish the rest of the body off but he restrained himself so he could make his point and he pulls back away, rejoining Serraph.

He gives the Arrancar an unsettling attempt at a smile, bloodied mandibles not helping him at all although this would most likely not bother the Espada as he follows him, "Aye've ne'er 'eard of dat 'fore but aye do 'ave an appetite at da momen' so aye'll take whate'er ya got Espada. Aye do hope you don' mind me askin' some questions once we're out of presen' company." He sides eyes wherever Rizer is now as they move, making it obvious of who he meant.

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{Reiatsu Pool - 1800/2700}-300 to resist Gravitational Pressure

[Rizer, Tile]

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Rizer couldn't believe his ears. Did he do all this training just to be ignored like this? Rizer didn't want to believe it. Deep down it can't be true. Within Rizer's mind, the same statement replays back in his mind.

"Guess dey couldn't 'andle the pressure, eh? Don worry, aye'll take care of yer mess for ya."

"Trash like ya arn worth saving, unlike what he may have ya denk. Don' worry though, aye'll spare ya disgrace of being a weakling."

"Aye've ne'er 'eard of dat 'fore but aye do 'ave an appetite at da momen' so aye'll take whate'er ya got Espada. Aye do hope you don' mind me askin' some questions once we're out of presen' company."


For whatever reason, the Adjucha Class Hollow left a distaste within Rizer's mouth. Felt with brief, and uncontrollable desire to exact order. However, there was no place or time for the Left hand. He had other more important things to do. But he couldn't leave an empty hand in exchange for letting this just happen.

He had an idea that suddenly quell the anger deep within him. The anger he felt was only momentarily and was quickly replaced with peace. He had no longer wishes to entertain himself in this development. But he did want to attain some benefits from this poor excuse of the moment.

Rizer reaches into his pocket and produces his trustee iPhone the one that Lord Kouhai gave him for contact purposes. Letting out a sigh at the same time as Rizer let out a sigh. He had to release his gravity pressure within the area. Therefore every entity near him that was effective would feel a huge weight left off their shoulders.

He glance at the fallen remains if they were any left from the Hollow devouring them. Then he quickly clear his voice, and said, "Was it? The Sexta Espada Serraph Quarrenre , the Lord Librarian of Las Noches? It been a pleasure to meet you in the future we should probably stay in touch."

Rizer would attempt to close the distance between him, and the Sexta Espada if allowed. If he was able to do so without accident he would hand over the iPhone. Its function was to lock in the reiastu signature for potential calls that the user need to make. I everything went smoothly than Rizer would earn himself one Sexta as one of his personal contact for a day of later conversation. If that was the case he would withdraw from this area, and make his way back up to the top.

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{Spoiler}{Rizer Data}
Type: SSV1

Reiastu Pool: 5,000/5,000
Life Force: 5,000/ 5,000

*The Unbreakable Phone*
Description: Behold, the Phone of yesteryear, immortalized today. The Unbreakable Phone, or TUP for short, is a six inch device modeled after the common cellphone of the nineteen nineties, with all the buttons you need to call up your friends! This device has Energy Sensory equal to its Ip, which it uses to detect the people that are most commonly around the user. This device has the ability to connect to them via a call, no matter what world they might be in! Except Hell. No calls can be made to, from, or in Hell. Intentionally. The recipient of this receives the call either from their own personal cellphone, the nearest phone they could feasibility reach in twenty seconds, or in their mind or inner world. Those individuals can reject the call, preventing another call for five minutes.
Class: 7
Item Type: Tool
Item Power (IP): 300
Offense Type: Mental
Durability: 10,000
Bonuses: It holds a total of ten reiatsu signatures.
Drawbacks: It's not a smart phone. Cannot use its IP for combat reasons.
Cost: 1,000
Crafting Skills: 4 in Crafting
Donated to Urahara's: Kitai Shop




Sealed
Strength: [25]
Speed: [81]
Spiritual Pressure: [500]
Reiatsu Strength: [375]
Senses: [150]
Instinct: [37]
Energy Sensory: [0]
Healing Expertise: [0]
Light Aura: [25]
Dark Aura: [75]
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Skills
Analyzing: 3
Weapon - Zanjutsu: 3
Kido: 2
Pain Tolerance: 2
Mental Incantations: 3
Damage Recovery: 2

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[Serraph Quarrere]

 "Ohh?", Serraph turned towards the large, scorpion like hollow as he fed on the fallen arrancar. Part of him was almost dissapointed that they couldn't come to an accord, but this was the natural order of things. He'd smile and run his hand through his crimson hair. To oppose this would be to deny his own heritage. After all, his physical form was all thanks to devouring his previous Master.

 Now wasn't the time to reminisce in what was, but he couldn't help it himself. To see that blood spilt so gruesomely on the sand made his heart flutter. "Now now~,  chew your food properly.", he muttered under his breath before turning to the Left Hand as he approached, handing Serraph what appeared to be a piece of modern tech. Serraph frowned and took it into his hand. It seemed to be modified to interact with spiritual energies, but other than that it was just a normal phone. Curious as he was, Serraph was still a curious fellow. That being said, he had plenty floating about his library in the Apple section.

 "I appreciate most contributions to my collection, but this is a bit unnecessary.", he'd sigh with a subtle hand wave, his other hand taking his cane into his hand. "If you wish to converse more, send a servant or visit my library. If I am unavailable, please speak with one of my servants." He'd turn to face the  the entrance to Hueco Mundo only to stop as a thought crossed his mind. "If you visit and harm any of my servants or any piece of my collection, I will be very dissapointed in you and will begin to consider my wide variety of options.", He'd warn with a rather stern tone echoing in his voice.

 The hands were personal attendants to Kouhai himself, but Serraph had a theory. That theory is that Kouhai would go as far as cutting off his own hands should they prove to be useless in his design. Serraph smirked as the thought festered and grew in his mind. Even the hands were expendable. It would be ashamed if their guard was down to their own boss. 

[Alacrán]

Alacrán didn't comment on the Espada's comment about food, although his mandibles clicking were an indication on his annoyance. Still he would hold his tongue, especially since they were allowing him an audience and taking time to speak to him as well as offering Soul Tea^TM, whatever the hell that was. There was also the fact that he knew he'd just pissed off this Shinigami, the 'Left Hand', and was being able to walk away with little more than being sore from the gravitational pressure, which he now noted was lifting up and disappearing much to his relief.

He had to restrain himself from attempting to strike the Shinigami as he appeared next to the Espada and handed them an odd device. He found the Espada's reaction to this quite amusing and equally terrifying as he left the Left hand with that not so subtle threat and then began to follow alongside them once again. Alacrán waits until they're well out of earshot of the Shinigami before he begins to speak again, "So how's often does dat hap'en? Da whole attem' ta enforce authority?"

[Serraph Quarrere]

"So how's often does dat hap'en? Da whole attem' ta enforce authority?"

 Serraph watched as the Left Hand left the area and proceeded back within the walls of Los Noches, Adjuches walking side by side with him. The way was empty and silent save for the clattering of insect appendages and Serraph's cane tapping along the pollished stone flooring that lined the way. Occasional torches were lit along the way, and Serraph followed them. Who would upkeep these besides Serraph and his servants and what better way to mark the path necesary to his own palace. Of course they took the underground passage ways as that what this entrance led through, and they would use this way to access his palace.

 Serraph glanced down at the adjuchas, brow raised in curiosity. "Truth be told, friend, That was my first time meeting the man. Supposedly he and the Right Hand are personal attendants to Lord Kouhai himself. As for authority, I fail to see what authority they actually hold.", he'd explain almost wistfully, his free hand stroking gently along his shin in thought. "My time here as Espada is but brief. If I were to gauge my actual age as an Arrancar, I'd wager that I'm probably still and infant at about a year and some change, Ha ha!"

 "My understanding is that this place's laws are quite loose. Strength rules here and our ranks are indicitive of our power. If it isn't, then one will eventually challenge our position and replace us.", He'd stop at a fourway intersection in which a wide foyer branched off into various other passage ways. he'd glance at each one, choosing to continue down the middle one. My my it was so easy to get lost in this labyrinth of a place. "The promise of power becoming an arrancar gives is very inticing to many a hollow. Lord Kouhai provides an easy way to break one's mask. With all things considered, its relatively rare for a hollow to break their own mask."

 They'd turn down another corridor that sloped up to a platform that leveled out until they reached a subtle groove etched in the floor moving from wall to wall. "Excuse me one moment, I must make preparations for  our arrival.", he'd mention stepping forward to the groove and fixing his zanpakuto's nib to it. His cane was essentially a fountain pen, and with it he used it as a key to his estate which had many locks located in various locations through out the area surrounding his palace. He'd walk parallel to the groove, dragging his cane along it, filling it with a rather thick ink. "L'uomo verrà portato dalla sua creazione/Man will be lifted by his own creation.", he'd sing softly, prompting a response from the architecture around them.

 For a moment the walls shook and the sound of clicking machinery rang through the halls, but then silence. Serraph sighed and turned to his future guest. "Sorry for the interruption. What were we talking about? I seemed to have drifted into a rambling spree, ha ha!"

[Alacrán]

"Truth be told, friend, That was my first time meeting the man. Supposedly he and the Right Hand are personal attendants to Lord Kouhai himself. As for authority, I fail to see what authority they actually hold." This causes Alacrán to let out a rather short, harsh laugh, or harsh sounding as the air escapes between his disturbing mouth and mandibles. He shakes his head as he quickly makes a comment on that, "So der only 'ere cause der master says so, like aye said? Ridiculous."

The Espada's next comment on how Las Noches' hierarchy works, as well as why the Arrancar are willing to serve the false Shinigami king causes Alacrán to give the Arrancar an odd look as they continue walking, "So da only thang dat changes be'ween 'ere an' da rest o' Hueco Mundo is da fact dat ya all have ta ben' yer knee ta dat damn Shi'igami? Den what's the purpose o' dis place? Ta play gladiators fer ya 'king'? Aye dink aye'll pass on dat. Even if uh Hollow breakin' it's mask is rare dat don' mean it ain' impossible."

His mandibles click together rapidly in irritation as the thought of all this rambles around in his mind. However his train of thought is interrupted as Serraph begins to activate whatever this mechanism, Alacrán watching all this with growing curiosity. It was odd to see buildings and structures within Hueco Mundo let alone complex contraptions and machinery. His attention is returned to the Espada as he addressed him once again, "Well...aye did want ta learn more 'bout 'ow dis place works really. Las Noches aye mean. Aye'm curious as ta what exactly keeps ya all loyal ta yer so called king?"