Quinta Espada Rio Talks with Rizer

[Rizer, Tile]

✎ tag: N/A

✎ tag:N/A 

※ Paragraphs: 10

✉ notes: 

With regard to both strength 

AND ABILITY, YOU HAVE NO HOPE OF WINNING...

{CTP}

1.) Rizer J. Tile dress in his normal formal attire he is normally seen sporting here in within Las Noches. Today was another day, another dollar I guess you can say just regular day for business for Rizer. His task today was to find the Quinta Espada after asking around for a while he found the palace of Quinta Espada otherwise known as Rio. Remembering his rather short first reaction with meeting the Espada along with the others didn't rub off on him well.


2.) To be honest he wasn't sure what to expect of this meeting other than possible wasting his time. However he want the best results for his operation that mean he need more man power. Which was why he was here now currently with the permission of Lord Kouhai Rizer seeks an audience with the Quinta Espada in hopes of recruiting him for the up and coming invasion plots thought up by Rizer. His team nearly full he just had to fill in a few open positions which was one of the reasons why Lord Kouhai probably mention Rio.

3.) However Rizer had accept that dealing with the Espada is a tiring process not to mention convincing them even more troubling. Today he had to do both not only meet Rio but convince him to aid him in plot. Letting out a sigh generally wondering where the Quinta Espada was at deciding it would be best to grab his attention.



3.)As he stood outside the massive doors that lead into the personal palace of the Quinta Espada. Rizer mind begin to think as he mentally begin to prepare a spell met for commucaition of the minds. Rizer has thought to himself ,""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.Bakudo #77: Tenteikura!"
Once the incantation was complete within his mind in the same moment Rizer wrote weird black marking along his left forearm with his right index finger. Now the kido will transport the writing into a method of mental conversation between Rizer and him.


4.)" Quinta Espada if you are here ! I Rizer J. Tile Left Hand of Kouhai was order to come see you . I come not empty hand but with proper opportunity of potential earning yourself a higher rank here within the Espada if you assist me with a simple task. If you remember earlier I spoke of attacking Soul Society and manage to gather a team and the support of our leader which in fact suggested you will comply.


5.) However I want to ask you as individual and as a peer would you be open in assisting me despite of are difference and assist me as comrade , and ally. Otherwise you can just stay here with the other Espada waiting for Lord Kouhai wrath that probably will be coming down soon." Rizer current position was just 3 meters from the massive double doors he waited for someone to come. His message should be enough to reach the ears of the Espada that stood behind them doors in all honesty he could probably kick or walk straight in but he need this man for something.

6.) So in this matter he had to play nice and hopefully earn this Espada aid. Those he wasn't to convince that this would work on all honesty it probably won't work as the Espada hate Rizer. However the only thing in Rizer mind at this moment was the conversation of talking with Rio about his help. Otherwise nothing else matters if he wasn't address in a timely manner he would just leave as he have no time to waste on frenemies.


7.) Rizer weight 165 pounds even Rizer's body is perfectly athletic built. Rizer have lightly color blonde haired with burned and tan ish skin. He is very lean, and muscular built man for his age. He dress in standard Shingami attire which he added his own uniqueness to the attire standing at 6 feet even.


8.)His Shihakushō otherwise known as Garment of Dead Souls is the standard black kimono wore by soul reapers. Underneath his kimono Rizer sports the traditional white garments , and drape across his shoulders is his elegant flamboyant haori. It follow an animal theme of a "Flamingo." His haori is brightly colored, with his light pink feather coat most is one of his most distinctly feature on his person.

9.)Rizer sports a pair of curved, thin golden sunglasses, which appear to serve as his eyesight with purple lenses. Along his feet is the traditional open toe wooden scandals. Also when in this attire he sport his zanpakuto sheathe along his left hip that was completely empty. His arm folded and traditional trade mark smile along his lips with push up left sleeve revealing where he wrote the message into his forearm at.


10.)Whether his attempt be acceptable or whether his time be wasted he didn't know however one thing was for sure this was going to be quick conversation with this lady . Because if remember correctly this lad have a bad attitude. This was a chance for Rizer to established networking with his peers however he had idea how this would work out.

SPOILER: Click to show

*So I don't feel like dealing with numbers since this is social technique I be using is met for only conversation purpose.*

Technique Name: [Bakudo #77: Tenteikura (Heavenly Rickshaws in Silken Air)]

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.")

Credit to Marik

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

The palace of the Quinta Espada was a bit of a dump. It may have had a certain grandeur and splendor on account of its size, but the structure had fallen into disrepair. Visible signs of damage dotted its exterior. Scars and wounds that did not heal, and stood as a testament of its long history. The interior was much the same, ruined pillars and walls, the floors littered with rubble that spoke to the violent rampages that dwelled within. To enter the Quinta's palace, one would think they had entered the domain of a monster of old. A kingdom conquered, not gifted, and still with all the signs of the battle that had bought them their prize. For to Rio himself, the battle was a prize in and of itself. And all the while, the dread feeling of pressure within as if some massive beast were watching your every move. And every so often, the distant sounds echoed through the hall of something huge moving.

In response to Rizer's message there was nothing but silence for several long moments. Then a booming thud. And then a second. And a third. Footsteps that had nothing for subtlety, but that announced the presence of their bearer for the world to hear, and from one of the craters in the walls of the Palace, high up on the fourth floor, a tall figure stood. Rizer was a tall man, but Rio was taller still. The Espada's tangled mess of black hair draped down his neck. Murky eyes glared down at Rizer with a deep-seated rage that had survived eons. Among the Espada, none but Zeruel had been as old as Rio. This arrancar had persisted through millennia and through all that time, his rage against Rizer's people, the Shinigami, against all signs of weakness, had festered into a rot that had spread to consume all of his being. There was no welcome in those eyes, and a face that spoke of deep offense that Rizer had dared to come to his domain. Rio Demoniogalgo, the Quinta Espada, cared nothing for subtlety. He bore his hatred of the Shinigami, of Rizer, of Guujin and of Sonkon Kouhai, for the world to see.

Perhaps it was only this baffled rage that had kept Rio from interrupting Rizer's speech, but now he stared down on him from above and would not hold his tongue. "You're a fucking moron. Did you learn nothing from the Primera?" Rio snarled down, his voice booming, and twisted with anger. "Opportunity to earn a higher rank? My opportunity to earn a higher rank is when I rip Arulilo's fuckin' head in half, tear that #4 off his body, and graft it onto myself, you maggot." Rio snapped. "How can someone like you exist here? Rewards aren't given in this place, trash. They're taken." Well. Rio was never one for polite conversation and vulgarities spewed from his mouth with practiced ease. "I told you before. Don't waste time threatening me with Kouhai's wrath, when Kouhai isn't fucking here. If that Shinigami filth wants to threaten me he can fuckin' do it himself." Rio snarled. He at least, earned his place here." Which was the highest praise Rio would ever give Sonken Kouhai. No more than that. Kouhai had earned his place at the top. By the laws of Las Noches he had taken the throne and held it with unyielding strength. Strength that Rio abhorred and could not understand, but strength nonetheless. Although it was anathema to everything Rio believed in, the fact remained that he could not defeat Sonken Kouhai and reclaim the throne of Las Noches for the arrancar.

That did not, however, apply to Rizer. Kouhai's protection only extended so far, and right now, Rizer was beyond the reach of Kouhai's immediate response. "Attacking Soul Society. You? Tired of getting your ass handed to you by Hollows, so you decided to pick a fight against someone your own size?" He mocked. "If you're telling me there's an opportunity to slaughter you fuckers, fine. But I am not under your command, Shinigami." Rio spitting the name like a curse. "I will go my own way. I've got a score to settle with a fuckwit in the Thirteenth Division."

[Rizer, Tile]

✎ tag: N/A

✎ tag:N/A 

※ Paragraphs: 7

✉ notes: 

With regard to both strength 

AND ABILITY, YOU HAVE NO HOPE OF WINNING...

{CTP}

1.) As the doors open up Rizer steps into the palace as he walk he took in the scenery of this place. Rizer study the place as he walks forward suddenly the sounds creatures could be heard. Letting out a grunt supposedly this place look like a battle field and more importantly it kinda represents this Espada personality. In this moment of Rizer approachment suddenly he halted due to the boom sounds of food steps.

2.) Than the sudden introduction of there leader Rio Demoniogalgo, the Quinta Espada, a smile appeared on his face. Rizer knew all to well this Espada piss poor attitude towards his race and to his superiors in general. So when the insults start to fly Rizer didn't say nothing after all it was Rizer who need him and not the other way around. It decide to take it even though the man words were quite disrespectful and improper in a general conversation.


3.) There was quite a few questions from Rio however it seems like Rio offer his own answer for Rizer. So Rizer was a bit puzzle or confuse when to address the Espada. However he listen to the Arrancar words carefully and comb through each insult until the last. Finally understanding what Rio compromise was he had suddenly a single idea upon the man saying he had a single target in Thirteenth Division he want to fight.

4.)Clearing his voice Rizer spoke in a firm tone enough for his voice to carried through out hallways of palace of Quinta. He didn't wish to in rage Rio however he wanted pay him back for all his cruel insults. However they may have been true some of them however he was wondering how slow smart this Espada is in general. Rizer said, "I wouldn't dare to command you and it is honor for you join us in this task.


5.) I promise you freedom to fight at your heart content, as well I offer you special help. The fuckwit you want to fight is no longer in Thirteenth Division but in the twelfth division I hear that he transfer into the position soon after your fight from a spies." Yes that was a bloody lie in all honesty Rizer didn't care if Rio was loyal in fact he had hope that Rio took his bait and instead of going to the Thirteenth Division he would go to the 12 division instead. There was no reason why other than to pull the leg of Rio and to make him have to travel twice to reach his destination.

6.) However Rizer wasn't done just yet he had to introduce Quinta to the rest of the team. To be honest he didn't want to because he wasn't sure how the fool would react to others. If anything happen he would have to handle the situation but it best let them know so in the operation there won't be any fuck ups. Once again soon after his last state he run his hands through his hair as he said," Also come by my office to meet the rest of the team.


7.)However may I remind you to be on your best behavior while in the present of my hire help. As soon as the operation start you will be transport to your location of your enemy no questions ask all that I ask is if you manage to meet an worthy opponent steal there Zanpakuto and bring it back for me." Rizer waited for the reply of Quinta Espada surely everything will go as planned without a hitch.

SPOILER: Click to show

Credit to Marik

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Rio's eyes narrowed at Rizer's comment. "You trying to bullshit me, Shinigami?" Rio growled out. "I've been in Soul Society a lot more recently than you have, and Captain's the highest ranking fucks they've got. That fuckin' asshole wouldn't have been transferred outta the Thirteenth, he's already top of the embarrassment that passes for a foodchain in the Seireitei." He answered. "No way the pianist's switched over to the Geek Squad." He replied. "Who the fuck told you otherwise?" He added, glaring at Rizer.

Rio may not have normally cared for the intricacies of intellectualism or academia. It was easy to pass the Espada off as a thuggish oaf, and to be fair-- that was the image he often presented as. But he wasn't a moron. In matters of war, Rio understood tactics. He understood strategy. His training may have been about two thousand years out of date, but he'd been schooled in all matters of war. Rio Demoniogalgo had been a Spartan in life. War had been his life since the moment he could hold a spear. Pulling the wool over his eyes like that was not something that would go smoothly, with such a blatant lie. Particularly when Rio had fought Ludwig not so long ago.

That being said, this response had gone... slightly smoother than the first. Up until Rizer asked Rio to be on his best behavior. "You don't get to make that call Shinigami filth." Rio growled out. "Your.... "team" will get the respect they deserve. If you somehow pulled a miracle and got an actual Espada who pities you enough to help, now that Ailene's buggered off, maybe I'll get along. But I am an Espada, trash. Do not forget that. You do not command me, and I do not take orders from garbage." Rio stated.

And with that, Rio disappeared from view, the crashing steps of the Espada echoing through the halls of his palace to contemplate and make his decision, one that likely depended on how Rizer answered his questions. Rio would never pass up the sport of murdering some Shinigami, but getting out would be a problem. Gargantua didn't open up inside the Seireitei. If the Gates were breached that was fine, but Rio still recalled how his last battle with Ludwig had gone, and had it not been for a hastily opened Gargantua... He probably would have died. Rio was not about to let that happen again. But he needed to have an escape route all the same. Ludwig may have been an exception among Shinigami but, like Kouhai, Rio could not deny his strength. It would be a difficult battle, loathe as Rio was to admit it. He was not prepared to lose twice, but also knew that victory would take all he had. After defeating Ludwig, he'd need to retreat. He'd probably be wounded. So what was Rizer's plan to get them all out?

Perhaps he should have asked Rizer while he was there. No? Then it'd have to occur in the bastard's office. Rio did have a morbid curiosity as to what Arrancar Rizer had managed to rummage from the bottom of the garbage heap. Kouhai's sycophants maybe? Like that embarrassment, Cierro? Fuck, Rio was glad that shithead was no more. Zeruel? Tch... The more Rio thought about it, the more annoyed he got at how many of the Espada had been all too willing to bend the knee. Rio may have lost to Kouhai, but he had at least tried to stand. He still had the pride to stand. The pride of an Arrancar. The pride of an Espada. Bruised in recent days, but still there. How could his fellow Arrancar willingly bow their heads to such worthless filth.

A cracking sound roared through the palace as Rio embedded his fist in the shattered remains of a pillar, crushing it further. This... was how a good deal of the damage to the place had been caused. The palace itself was a victim of Rio's constant and unending anger and rage. The Aspect of Destruction. It was fitting for him. So much anger. So much hate. And nowhere to vent it. Not when the singlemost greatest target of that hate lay infuriatingly out of reach. He would triumph one day. One day he would rise from this pithy shell of a creature that he was. He would evolve beyond Kouhai and he would crush the man's skull in his fist. What would the disgusting gnat that had petitioned his help do then, he wondered? Prostrate himself before the new Lord of Las Noches? Run away? Try and vainly avenge his master like a good pet? The thought did give Rio cause to smirk in self-satisfaction.

Time would tell. Time would tell. Rio supposed he'd give Rizer long enough to get out of his sight before he went to see the third rate hacks he'd assembled for a "team".