Laying The Ground Work [JT]

[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Androxus Sekenomi

Paragraphs: 8

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) The pale moonlight of Hueco Mundo would shimmer across the pale sands with an otherworldly beauty, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of iron and chilled decay wafted in the air. The land of Hueco Mundo Marik had seen this landscape many times before ,and yet never from this angle or view. Looking down on the world from atop one of the pillars of las noches , the winds whistling in his ear as he set motionless legs dangling off the edge of the pillar. 'it's strange i almost miss the menos forest' an amusing thought but he knew he wouldn't be returning there of his own free will.

(2) Marik had almost hit a wall so to speak, he had read the reports over and over he reviewed his time in soul society mulling over what should be done. As the Primera his only job was to exist as a tool for kohai , but being strong wouldn't be enough to retain his position nor stay in good favor with his newfound master. As it stood he preferred the king's blade stayed at his hip instead of inside his skull or other extremities.

(3) His mind would drift back to the report he had read about earlier that week, some months ago a lone hellion tunneled their way into las Noches completely bypassing several lines of defense. What makes matters worse is he did so with an iten lord kohai had explicitly banned due to the sheer amount of invasions that where taking place when they where on the free market.

(4) ‘kitai you bastard if you weren’t my friend i’d find a way to kill you’ he would think to himself as let out a sigh flopping back onto the pillar he sat atop. He needed to somehow to impress kohai and the other residents of the Espada , the espada needed an act of power or atleast a showing of worth while the king needed a showing of unshakable loyalty no matter how insincere it may be.

(5) Marik would sigh as he had somehow worked up a daunting task for himself , but in the end he knew the pay off would be tremendous he had already begun devising a plan all he was doing now was waiting for kitai. Once he had his tools he would get the ball moving on his plans , he would sigh as he sat up looking out over the desert.

(6) One of the major things he needed to take care of was that security risk of a palace , far to many ways for people to get and what a shocker no defensive walls either. “I’ve got alot of work to do” he would mumble to himself as he stood up sliding back onto the pillar dusting himself off.

(7) “Well i should probably get back to my palace and draw up these plans , and decide how to approach our mad king” he would mumble to himself yawning as he began to walk toward the center of the massive pillar , to the unsuspecting it was just that a huge pillar but the resident knew better. The entire structure was hollow with thousands of floors and units designed to be rooms and corridors.

(8) in mariks own mind he understood the strategic inport of the labrynth like layout of las nochesbut even still ‘did kohai have this damn thing built out of boredom or was it some other helpless douchebag , almost ninety percent of these damn structures are ornamental and dont stop any of our enemies from wandering in’ he would think to himself with a sigh. Halfway to his destination he would halt in his tracks as he examined his shadow looking over his shoulder at the moon a momentary pause before he kept walking unless stopped somehow.

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[Androxus Sekenomi]

There was much to see to, as all days within Hueco Mundo had, a consistent battle of espionage and counterintelligence that ensued behind closed doors, small breaches here and there but nothing of note yet still diligent enough to ensure these holes were controlled, mis-interpretations for the enemy to land in a trap set by a mastermind. Though the labyrinth was a twisting myriad of confusing affairs, he’d memorized each one to better maximize his way of skulking through the shadows, capable of redeployment at a rapid rate to any would be trouble makers among his own and beyond the vast reaches of bone dunes which caressed he edges of Las Noches.

Though a thought came to mind, soft lips parting to mutter it into the narrow space of these secret passages. “Marik Ashwin.” This Espada had a particularly interesting history to them, part of him feeling many of the Espad hadn’t drawn certain conclusions about the rather abrupt and nasty affair about a peculiar hue’d green Vasto Lordes. Amusing.

As time progressed though, a location had been relayed to the Exequias leader about the whereabouts of the Primera, a celebrity among many Arrancar and Hollow alike, any who skulk about this establishment would be aware of the features of the Primera, every surf that serves to clean the mile long corridors of the palaces, each grain of bone sand, gently being carried on the decrepit, chill winds of the land, both privilege and curse should one truly think about the burden of Primera.

There wouldn't be much distance between Androxus and Marik overall, especially as the labyrinth activated at his whim to begin altering the passages hidden behind the walls of those would call “safe”, abodes which had been bugged, watched or at any given point, accessible by the elusive yet ever arching Exequias.

Each narrow corner began to shift, steps descending only for five minutes to pass and he’d be ascending another selection of marble, finally able to access a trajectory which would cut the Primera Espada off from proceeding to the palace which he called home. A rather odd thing though was his presence, cut off, entirely void on most people's capability to even sense such spiritual energy, clearly developed over time untold to mold, to refine it to such a degree that it blends into the very surrounding like a ghost, barest of traces of energy when he dictated it to add that semblance of fear on prey, yet here he was. Marik’s head turned back to glance at the shadow, moonlight cascading down to offer some form of comfort or was it perhaps discomfort? These little things brought forth interesting thoughts, as he’d keep focus on Ashin’s body language, not what he was presenting but the layered cunning, hints to the truth behind the Primera.

Once Marik turned around, a 5’11ft figure was directly ahead with no prior warning to his senses, a cascade of silvery hair that dropped down to the small of his back didn’t move at all, a pair of golden hues that held a slight darker, dirtied essence which indicated the corruption of the Arrancar. A custom attire was utterly evident, a suit of pearl white that tugged almost perfectly at a lithe form, black shirt underneath the original jacket that allowed it to pop out with a tie that matched. “Lord Primera Marik Ashin, I do hope you’re not causing issues for our forces? I’m aware of the Slight of Slumbers former fondness to elicit rage among the ranks.” The voice didn’t hold malice, simple, light jest though everything about his voice carried authority though nothing indicated condescension, simple confidence was enough.

“Pardon my utmost rude intrusion of your ventures, I believed it high-time there was an engagement between us, now that you’ve come to survive past a three week period regarding the title you claim. Forgive my manners, I’m Lord Exequias. You’ve managed to peak many’s curious interest, especially seeing as your personality allegedly is oddly paradoxical to the title that you have come to hold above you. Don’t you find that entertaining?” The left hand raised, indicating a gesture to walk with him though the gloved appendage clearly left room for alteration, golden hilt sparkling lightly from beneath the larger overcoat that hugged his shoulders.

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[Maria Ashwin]

Marik Ashwin

tag:Androxus Sekenomi

Paragraphs: 7

Inovation

is the corner stone of being lazy

It opens doors to make life easier

(1) The wind whistling in his ears as he looked up at the moon offered some form of solace for the briefest of moments, As his took in the sight he would direction his attention toward his own shadow, reflecting inward on the other half of his soul that even at this moment was fighting tooth and claw for some form of purchase.

(2) Although Marik's half-lidded eyes would gain a glint of curiosity as he witnessed a new shadow forming, the unnerving part was what was missing. He would remain motionless for a moment , ‘no smell , no sound , not even any energy’ as he turned and came face to face with the exquias commander.

(3) he would look the man over from boots to well kept hair. ‘A distinct lack of blood and dirt on shoes , unirform in spic span condition and perfectly pressed , it would appear the gestapo is paying me a visit so im either fucked , being investigated or both i doubt he’s here just to shoot the breeze’ he would think to himself with exhausted sigh his shoulders still slouch in a relaxed position.

(4) Marik had to admit one thing the man had fucking style , shame it wasted on the dunes of hueco mundo and the savages of las noches. “Lord Primera Marik Ashin, I do hope you’re not causing issues for our forces? I’m aware of the Slight of Slumbers former fondness to elicit rage among the ranks.” a small smile would creep it’s way onto marik’s face , the corners of his lips upturning lightly at the mere notion of kohai’s forces gifting him a title due to all the chaos he had sown.

(5) “Any more lost sleep you wish to remind me of?” he would say jokingly. One thing was clearly apparent to marik this man had done his home work , thus this meating held some sort of purpose now the only question that remained unanswered ‘just how much does he know about my little tantrums in the forest?’ it wasn’t how he got it that concerned marik but how much he knew the prospect of someone having total information on him made the assassin squirm but only time would tell.

(6) Once Androxis had finished talking drawing attention to the paradox of his rank and personality , He would stow his hands away in his pockets look and him then las noches then back to androxis. “If we’re walking know your leading me home , a man so well versed in all things me surely knows the way back to the primera’s palace especially since i’ve been meaning to talk to you in particular” he would say with a yawn starting to walk toward the exquias commander.

(7) although while he was behind him marik would be looking down at his shoes paying close attention wanting to know how the hell this mans feet made no sound.  The ball was now in his new companion , and the primera was egar to see what exactly he was met with.

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[Rozelyn H. Castellanos]

24 paragraphs total, so 120 TP for both participants!