Knowing Noches (Joint Training, R, NDE)

[Marcelius]

(OoC: This is a thread to introduce the young Carcharais Synderfell, to Marcelius Despres. This will be a Social/Joint Training Thread. Occupants are limited to Carcharais and Marcelius alone; with the exception of Myzaraphiston Synderfell -whom may also join at anytime-. Alright, let's do this thing!)

It is rare for any Hollow to ever witness the birth of a child. Hollows do no breed, and Arrancar lack the ability to create new life. It is fitting. As beings who live and thrive upon the death of others, newborns do not exactly fit within their ranks. Las Noches, Kingdom of the Hollows, is not a place for children. Yet, despite all of this, new life is sprouting up within her walls almost hourly. Nothing frail or weak like babies, no, to be born in Las Noches requires tremendous strength. For the only births in Hueco Mundo, are the evolutions of the Hollow kind. When a Hollow is born again, it is always into a stronger life. However, certain similarities do remain. Just as the minds of the young are open and curious about everything around them, so too are the freshly formed minds of Arrancar.

Following their evolution, they are blessed with an amazing ability to absorb and process knowledge. In this time, they quickly develops the skills needed to survive as a broken Mask. For if they do not, then they perish. There is no place in Hollow society, for the weak or the apathetic. There is so much to learn, and often, only a small window to learn it in. The worst of it all, is the unnerving deficiency among Arrancar when it comes to education. Their kind is not accustomed to having parents or guardians. What is learned and what is not learned, comes from the experiences that any young Arrancar is fortunate enough to survive. There are, however, a few kind souls still left in this bleak corner of reality. Souls willing to shelter and nourish potential wherever it grows.

Carcharais Zralok Synderfell, youngest of the Arrancar. For this lucky individual, there were many souls looking out for him. First and foremost, his dear "Mother". For a species unable to properly reproduce, the closest thing any Hollow can hope to claim for a mother, is a more powerful Hollow willing to protect them during their evolution. That is exactly what Myzaraphiston Synderfell had done. She played overseer to his development, and insured his well being. When the time came, she gave him food and purpose. Truly, Carcharasis was a blessed individual. For his one protected life, their were thousands and thousands of others which faced the cold world alone. This care would not weaken him, oh no. It would be the start of expansive tutelage. No, he would be given every opportunity to build his power, without fear of rivals or early demise. Well, this was the hope. But hope soon finds itself at the end of life's rope. For being an Espada, meant Myzara had the upmost capabilities of crafting young Carc into a deadly and awesome being. What did she not possess? Time. Yes, something as simple and yet crucial, as a free schedule. Being an Espada was demanding, and all the constant expectations meant that Myza...was quite the busy, single mother. Once again, fortune smiled on Carcharais...in the form of a loving sacrifice.

Yes, a favor had Ben owed to the Septima, one of...mentionable quality. The favor and confidence of humble soul, who responded to the name of Marcelius. Having met and had dealings with the Espada before, the a debt of service had been some how garnered. For whenever the Espada would need his assistance, he would gladly lend it. It seems such a time had finally come. With the birth of her new son, a protégé of substantial potential, a teacher was needed. A guide to help explain and inform the young Arrancar on his new role, duties, and possibilities as a member of the Las Noches community. It was an honorable assignment, but not one that would likely be taken by another soul. Once more, it was a rare quality to have...a Hollow capable of showing concern for another. Marc himself, was the rpime and genuine example of such uncommon talent. That is why he was chosen. That is why he was asked, and the favor exchanged. Hmmm, though it is laughable...as even without such a Favor's existence, Marcelius would have happily taken up this cause. So a meeting was arranged, a date and a time set. One early morning, Carcharais was to come seeking Marcelius.

The old Arrancar would be easy to find, directions having been given and received. Where did their intended rendezvous occur? A pleasant, albeit infrequently used, dining room. A long table, white and seemingly carved from stone, stretched to dominate the view. Chairs had been placed, fashioned out of a similar appearing material. Despite their "heavy" look, they slid well and with ease across the polished floor. No table cloth, no finery, this was not the Espada's banquet hall. There were many chairs available, but only one with any invitation to sit at it. The first seat available, after entering this sanctuary, had plates and bowls arranged, with silverware accompaing them. Marcelius himself would be spotted, setting the various amenities. Available before the treasured guests chair, was a bounty of foods collected from the kitchens that lay hidden in Las Noches' secret places. The real treat? Not fruits or breads, wines or sweet. Served on a tremendous platter, laid a freshly prepared slab of meat. As large as Carc himself, still steaming from fire over which it had been seared. There were no spices or sauces upon this meal, so the smell of flesh and meat could fill the air. This was by design. There exists no invitation to dinner, more charming or sincere, that the smell of delicious food...

"Ah, Fraccion...it is a pleasure. My name is Marcelius Despres." Standing at a considerable height for an average human, he was actually quite small compared to the average Hollow or Arrancar. Standing straight, back strong, he was still an impressive figure. His face was old, wrinkles barely visible around his eyes and upon his cheeks. His hair a light blond, kept short and pulled back on his head. What remained of his mask, were two small wedges that hung from his brow. They appeared as sharpened ovals, which loomed over his eyes. Though, despite the shade brought by his lingering fragments, his eyes did not loose their shine. Dark, rich blue filled both irises, and seemed to go on forever into his soul. In them...no sign of pain or malice would there inhabit. In his voice, there was no ounce of terror or alarm. Of all the Arrancar of all the worlds, this man would portray a sense of kindness and security, that others could not imagine. "Please, come and eat."

[Carcharais Zralok Synderfell]

Carcharais had been a newborn. This did not mean that he was a baby. He had just recently became an arrancar so the affairs of his race were still not fully understood. The only thing Carch had come to terms with was this hunger in his stomach. He had never been constantly hungry until the metamorphosis. Now no matter how much he had eaten there was still space in his stomach to consume more and more. It was a bottomless pit. Yes he could contain his hunger whenever he had a meal recently but if he went too long without eating then things would get a little shaky. Mommy dearest had instructed Carch to go seek out Marcelius Despres. This old arrancar was a fraccion for the segunda. Carch got the feeling he should be on good behavior when approaching this man. Just as he knew the espada were strong, this arrancar was probably not someone he wanted to get on the bad side of.

Carch had been told he would find the arrancar in the dinning hall. This made him feel at ease, because he figured he would be able to eat at least. He had hoped that there was any kind of meal, that way he didn't get his hopes up for nothing. He was approaching the doors to the room. He couldn't hear a lot of noise coming from the room so he inferred that it was probably not filled with a bunch of other arrancar. Carch took a moment to prepare himself for most situations incase things didn't go well then he entered into the large dining area.

When he walked in he could immediately smell the food that was prepared. Instantly he began to salivate. The meat had been seared Carch could almost taste it. He preferred his food raw but that didn't mean he didn't like the way it was prepared. Carch was not a picky eater, he was glad that there was meat and so much of it. It did smell rather delicious too. When the segunda's fraccion spoke to him Carch snapped out of his day dream the food had caused him to enter. He immediately spotted him. He was a little old that much was true but he had a strong build to him as well. Carch was thinking of what to say, the food was really distracting him. Then he was told to come and eat. Carcharais grinned widely, before speaking. Upon speaking Marcelius may noticed he had two sets of teeth. "The pleasure is mine Marcelius Despres. As you probably know, I am Carcharais Zralok Synderfell. All this food, it is very generous."

Carcharais could hold himself back no longer. He immediately began to chow down on the food. He didn't use the silverware provided. That was too much work, Carch wanted to pry the flesh appart with his teeth and allow all the savory juices to squirt in his mouth. It was a scene to watch Carch eat. He didn't really have table manors, because being around food and resisting long enough to use those manors was just too overwhelming for him. It would take only minutes before Carch had entirely annihilated the dish before him. Hopefully Marcelius would excuse his lack of etiquette.

[Marcelius]

So, this was the Septima's boy. There was little surprise for Marcelius, as the child had quite the vicious appearance. This was a splendid thing, as it did the Mistress of Pain great honor to be blessed with such a fearsome progeny. Truly, Carcharais was an impressive soul. Yet, the way he greeted Marc with such courtesy, that must be the work of his mother. A gesture that Marcelius greeted with a smile, warm and grateful. "You are too kind Carcharais." Smiling even more so, when the young Hollow sat down and began to tear away into the food. Nodding his head, giving his welcome, he went to sit in a seat near the food.

Not to appear confusing, Marc had no plate or silverware in front of him. This feast was for Carc. It was a dealight tonsee that the Holpow did not suspect any foul play. For that had been the goal. Selecting a dinning room and presenting a meal; from what Marc already knew, he was trying to build comfort. In the pursuit, he feared that paranoia might spoil the gesture. Obviously Marc had no intent or reason to harm the fellow Fraccion...yet it was a relief to see that his motives were not in question. Giving the Hollow all the time he needed -though likely not much- to eat, Marcelius eventually offered him a pitcher of water and a glass. Silently he sat, still wearing a happy smirk. While he remained silent, seemingly still, his mind was oh so active. Just...busy, busy, busy.

Before him was the newest edition to Las Noches. Not only was he an exceptional Arrancar, but he was also something more. He was the Espada's son, a spirit with him she held a deep connection. Though their was no biological maternity, Marcelius could feel the emotions that Carcharais had for his mother dearest. The sentiments, they were finer than all the culinary joy that Card could ever find. The shark might not be wary of this yet, but with his great experience, Marcelius knew this as truth. A truth to keep to himself, however, as no one should ever flaunt their opinions freely. At a dinner table, or anywhere for that matter. What was hoped, by Marc at least, was that their relationship would be the foundation for more to come in the future.

How wonderful would it be, if female Arrancar could be made to have children again? Arrancar as a self propagating species? Amazing to thing about. For now, this was the closest they could come to such a thing. Though it might seem strange, Marcelius wanted to see it survive all the terrible possibilities which Las Noches held.The secret to accomplishing that, was making sure that Carc survived. It would take a lot. He would need to learn the secrets of Las Noches, as well as the rules by which they followed. If Marcelius had his way, he would teach him to be a keen observer. To look past the obvious dangers and discover hidden truths. This boy would need to stay on his toes, if he was to last. Fortunately for him, he had a wealth of knowledge at his disposal. The sagely old soul of a fellow Fraccion.

In Carcharais, Marc saw many aspects of himself. Most importantly, was the hunger. Not just the ravenous appetite, but the fear of going without. Marc had lived so very long, a slave to hunger. It was his everything. His one reason to live. So many lives he dragged down, kicking and screaming. Cursing too. Each one he peeled and tore apart. Never left any behind, nothing for the scavengers. Even now, so many years since his last taste of Hollow or soul, he could still remember the taste. Not just the taste, but the feeling of savouring each bite as they slid over his tongue. The satisfaction of licking his teeth clean. Yes, much like Carc indeed. The young Hollow's teeth did not alarm or repel. In fact, it was another strange connectivity they shared. One that most of Las Noches was unaware of, but something substantial all the same.

Considering the remained presence of the teeth, as well as the coloration of the Arrancar's skin; Marc suspected that he was in the presence of a recently evolved Adjuchas. For his level of advancement, he was quite exceptional in skill already. His energy was strong, and he showed Even greater potential. The Septima must be quite pleased. Enough time had passed now, that Marcelius felt the sounds of his delighted smacking should be interrupted. "So then, feeling better? Feeling focused?" The question was a pleasantry, and a bit unnecessary. For he could see it in the gleam that returned to those vicious eyes, this Hollow was quite happy now. This is what Marcelius wanted, a good start...with a good impression. "Now that you have finished your meal, we can discuss a few things."

Giving his guest time to process his thoughts, the old soul settled into his chair. With the droning sound of chomping gone, he could truly relax. "Your mother speaks highly of you, though I am more than sure you know that." Another delighted smirk, with a pause to let him add whatever response he wished. Then, barring any questions asked of him..."She has asked me to escort you through Las Noches. To make sure you know your home as well as any other of your kin." Another pause, this time for breath. "I accepted her request quite happily, as I am always eager to meet new additions to the family." His way of speaking was strange, though maybe less so for Carcharais. He spoke of all the other Hollows as siblings or cousins. They were one large family, each some how related to the other.they were a community, they were Las Noches. "If everything goes according to plan, I will teach you something truly important. Especially for your fancy..." Now came a small experiment.

How much room was there in Carc's stomach? For sliding across the table was yet another platter, though this one covered. Resting it in front of the boy, the removed lid revealed marbled, unspoiled, raw meat. The smell was of blood and that of proper carving...only true connoisseurs would truly understand and appreciate that. Well, them, and the beasts of nature who recognized a properly sectioned kill...one that did not become tainted by uncomplimentary fluids entrails. This meat, which he now offered the Fraccion, was dense with reishi. It practically oozed with spiritual particles, and would prove more filling than a dozen meals like the one he just consumed. What was this wonderful, choice beef? It was Hollow...no question about it. The only real question; why would Marcelius of all Arrancar, offer him Hollow? "Go on, it is all yours. I'm eager to hear what you think."

[Carcharais Zralok Synderfell]

Carcharais opened his eyes gleaming at the water. Water was something special to Carch, yes he had an endless appetite to devour and consume. But Water was a comfort that he had always found when he needed it most. He hadn't noticed the water until he was through with the meat in front of him. But he felt like sharing something with the fellow arrancar, since he had been so generous. "Water, it is a magical thing. It may not fill my hunger but it still holds a special place in me. It is the essential component to life. Without it life as we know it would not exist. Not only that, but it reminds me of my true nature... Ah the days of swimming through large bodies of water." Carcharais took a sip directly from the pitcher. After tasting it he smacked his lips together tasting it again. Yes it was water but, water has a special flavor to him. He wished that there had been salt around. "Not to offend, but would it be a bother to ask for salt? I miss the taste of salt water on my lips."

Carcharais set the water down. He didn't understand as to why Marcelius was showing him so much generosity. Now that he started to think about it it was a little odd. Carcharais didn't want to feel like he was a dependent infant who couldn't do anything for himself, but he wasn't above accepting a meal. "I am feeling much better thank you. But I do wonder as to why you are doing all of this." Carcharais didn't think he was trying to do anything dangerous to him but he was still a little suspicious of his motives. Now that he had something in his stomach he was able to think a little more clearly. Carch looked to him for a response. The man had spoken about his mother and said she thought highly of Carch. This also made Carch happy to hear. The last thing he ever wanted was to disappoint her.

"New additions to the family."[/color] That was odd sounding to Carcharais. He recognized Myza as his mother, but did all arrancar consider each other family? Carch got the impression that most weren't so kind to each other and he was going to need to be careful around them. However his recent experiences had proven otherwise. "Are all arrancar so family oriented? I'm so unfamiliar with these customs. I thought that they were far more closed off to each other and brutal." Just like any young one Carcharais had a lot of questions floating around in his head. He didn't know what generalizations he could safely make and which ones he should never make.

Marc also wanted to teach him something? Carcharais was all for learning. You can never turn down knowledge and not regret it. The same as food. The only difference was Carch didn't have an endless thirst for knowledge. Carch could smell it. There was raw meat around. He looked at the table and saw a slab being slid to him. His eyes bulged in delight. This was something far more appetizing than the meat he had eaten before. Once he got the OK from Marcelius to dig in Carch leaped onto the platter. Blood covering his face. It was truly delicious. In that moment Carch was able to forget about his hunger. But it was a very temporary feeling. Once he had finished with it his hunger began to creep back. It wasn't something Carch couldn't deal with. He was actually very satisfied at this point. Yes he could eat for days and days but for that moment he had been able to forget about the hunger for just a moment.

"That was a very exquisite meal. Thank you for that. It's been a couple of days since I had something that tasted that good." Carch licked up the blood on the platter and off of his face. He also very much loved the tatse of frsh blood.

[Marcelius]

When the young soul tore into the waiting fibers of the raw, blood-soaked flesh of his meal; Marcelius turned his head so as not to watch the feast directly. To many memories made him squirm, especially when witnessing such a display. Though something did draw him back to the youth and his feral appearance. It was the mentioning of water. It was important for the old Hollow to take note of such things. If Carcharais liked water, Marc wanted to know. If the boy had reasons why he loved it, all the better. There were valuable points to be taken through such observations...things that could be useful later. However, such advantages and pros did not weigh heavily for Marcelius. No, his real idealogy was more connected to constructing an image.

This image would be set to help him define this person, from that point forward. A first impression, yes, but with many more levels and editions. What he could gather from seeing, speaking with, and simply being near another Arrancar, would go into a life-long catalog of that individual. It would help him better relate to that soul, and to build common ground. To bridge gaps and break barriers. In essence, help him forge a family...even if he had to sacrifice himself to be the mortar. With such a goal and a dream, challenges would always exist. There would be souls that would never fit into a family...not in the lives which they chose to lead. Marcelius felt great grief for such souls, considering them quite unfortunate. Yet, he gave each of them a chance. That is what he why he did all of the for Carchcarais. This was an interview that Marc could use to determine his compatibility.

It was not necessary, for this Arrancar to fill a role or complete a pattern. Either he would find joy in comradery, or not. Marcelius would certainly not shun him, if his place did not mesh as well as others. After all, Las Noches was a place for the individual to thrive. Still, Marc maintained a great hope. After all, Carc had displayed truly marvelous manners as of yet. That must be a good sign. "Salt?..." Glancing back to the scattered dishes, his large hands began crawling and fumbling through them. It was odd to watch him search for something, as for some reason he appeared compelled to feel out the item in question. His neck did not crane and his eyes barely seemed to guide the active digits.

Was he not dependent upon them, or were the faded lines which marked his face just one of many disabilities which his apparent age had inflicted? Fingers exploring all about, soon turned up a shaker of salt! Gripped tightly, he rolled the feature in his palm and shifted it's contents. To be sure of it's purpose. With a triumphant grin that nearly stretched from one ear to it's twin, he handed it over to his guest. So thrilled he could accomplish the wish of the other. "There we are. Seems one of us has good fortune. Whoever he is, he had better not waste it. Teasing the waiting soul, giving him time to salt his water and delight in the flavor.

"I myself have always found salty air refreshing. Though...not overly fond of deep water. Makes me seem rather bizarre, I fear." Hopefully such confessions were not cause for disapproval. That would surely be an unfortunate beginning to their day. "As I said, I have been asked to instruct you on the expectations of your new home." His cheeks wrinkled. The charm of a devil's smirk now returned to his face. "If you could not hear my words over the grumbling of your stomach, then what good would come from me making Noise?" Taking a look around the table, eyeing the plates licked clean. An impressive display. With a clearly swimmer's build, it was astonishing such portions could be put away. It needed no mention, but there had in fact been a quantity of food sufficient for several suppers. Marcelius did not know what his ward would like...so he gathered all the diversity he could. It appeared, it had not been enough. This fact was duly noted.

Then, something far more impressive than his outstanding metabolism came to light. It came in the form of words, and as such, Marcelius should have been far less surprised than he was. Unfortunately, that was not the case. His shock left him dumbfounded, if but for a moment. A question had been asked, a very good one. A question, that Marcelius, could give many answers to. Which then, was the best to choose. "It would be...easiest for me to say, no. No. Our kin is not the sort to believe in the unity of Family. I am sorry Carcharais, but your mother's fondness for you is something you will not be finding anywhere else in Las Noches." Marcelius paused, for those words were quite painful for him to speak aloud. They were comparable to a minister, denouncing the existence of God.

Shamefully, Marc was too well informed to believe the opposite...even though the lie would suit him better. "However, you should rejoice." His tone elevated, happiness returned...even if forced. "For you do still have your mother, and that is a blessing. One she would thank God for; one I thank her for." Yes, some subtle, subliminal messaging. Mother should be God, in the eyes of her child. Truly, Carc should not need any reminder of his advantages. "All of that said; 'No' is still not the best of answers." Standing now, having grown unsatisfied with his seat, Marc held out his arm to invite Carc to join him. "I am relieved to hear you enjoyed the food, but now that it is gone. So...there is no reason for us to remain, aye? So we shall carry on our discussion, while we walk off these meals."

Desperate to stretch his lengthy frame, and move his restless legs, the two of them would depart for the Palace Halls. The next part of their discussion, would require visual aids. Well, Marcelius was not truly sure of that fact, as he himself never found visuals of any kind very stimulating. It was, however, from good authority, that the young understand more clearly through examples. "In Las Noches, there are still families. They simply do not form out of heritage, leniage...creed or comradery. Instead, they are built upon actions and expectations. Something...I will have to explain." The two of them strolled through the walkways leading away from the smaller, more private chambers. Moving quickly down passageways and bypasses, till the reached the floors in which the Privarion presided. "You know of the Espada, and their Fraccion. Your personal experience is that of family, in it's traditional guise. Turning now to face the pupil, he took a post near a large column.

"The expected interactions between typical Espada and their Fraccion, are to mimic that of Lords and their servants. The one's who lead, and the one's who obey." It would be clear in his speech, that Marcelius knew his place as Fraccion well. "Where your obedience is to a loving mother, other Fraccion serve out of duty or fear. And yes, this may not seem like the values of Family...but I assure you, it most certainly is. It is different. But then again, we Arrancar are different in many ways." With that, Marc made an assertion in his phasing. This was to drive his point home, so that the younger soul would catch it as more important. Whether he was attentive or distracted, Marc would not take chances...but that was his distrust of youth...nothing against Carc specifically.

Before continuing, the Old Hollow's energy suddenly went dim. It was clear, he was surpressing his power and presence. Nothing stealthy, just the basic trick all spiritual beings are capable of. It prevented Sensors...well, average Sensors, from detecting the signatures of enemies energy. For Marcelius, it helded clear his concentration. This was important now, as he placed his hand upon the giant stone pillar he leaned against prior. What was he doing? He was feeling for activity. Using his ability to sense energy disturbances, but amplified through the massive structures connections with multiple floors, ceilings, and walls. "I hate to cut myself off, but this is an important moment to mention another...rather congruent detail. Come...place your hand against the rock."

Waiting, passive smile still cornering his lips. His student's feelings on this request would not be hidden from him, even if they were not spoken outright. He hoped such a command would not further strain whatever understanding the two were developing for one another. "What you are feeling, is the bones of Las Noches. Her structure...her form. But if you are quiet, there is more. Listen..." If the boy had even an ounce of comprehension of spiritual sensitivity, he would feel various pulses of power. They would come, like vibrations or echoes....appearing and fading in an instant. Always different in direction and intensity. Instead of moving his hand, they would warm...or chill it.

"And there...there is her pulse. If you can feel it, then you can feel all the lives inhabiting your home. Learning to read such a thing could be beneficial...but most choose to ignore it." Marc's eyes had closed, and his expression shifted to that of utter peace. When next he spoke, it came as a whisper. "All the lives within our home, are constantly interacting with one another. From the words we say, to the punches we throw...the power we exude. Just by living here...you are affected by it all." Opening his eyes again to make sure that the young Hollow knew he was addressing this all for his sake. "Call it by any name, that is still Family. There may not be concern, synergy...love or even benevolence...but there are still effects. Be wise to them." Rubbing his hand across the smooth stone surface, his aura returned to it's usual strength. Into the bones, he added another dose of his Noise. "As I said...that question has so many answers. Pursuing the true one has become my life's goal...and even with my many years and experience, I have uncovered no simple answer."

[Carcharais Zralok Synderfell]

Carcharais sipped the saltwater. It was extremely pleasant for him. He had let the taste linger in his mouth before he ate the raw meat. Then after had had finished he took one more swig of the water to once again let the taste linger in his mouth. He had listened to Marcelius say that unfortunately not all of noches was family oriented. Carcharais had been OK with this. Myza was a special case, and since she raised him their relationship was a special case. Carcharais set the water back onto the table. He let the information sink in for a moment longer. Then when Marcelius suggested that they move on Carch rose up to follow him. He licked his lips cleaning the salt from them and nodded to show Marc he was ready to go.

Marcelius had been an odd creature. Carch was still unsure about his intentions because he even said so himself that family didn't exist here, only Myza was special to him. He examined the arrancar again. This time he was looking at him and pondering just what he tasted like. He had no intention of finding out at least not right at this moment. The arrancar had fed him and was going to teach him things so he wasn't going to try ruining that for him. He was also kind of old and that made him seem less appetizing to Carch. Carcharais stretched out his jaw and rubbed it with his hand.

Then the fraccion began to speak to him informing him about the ways that Espada normally act with their fraccion. Like lords and servents. Carch didn't really like the idea of thinking that he was Myza's servant. He liked to think of them as mother and son because that's what he was accustomed to. The analogy was meant for how the arrancar traditionally set up their "families." Now Carch was starting to get a bit confused. He was told that they didn't act like families but they do in some sense. Carch ran his hand through his haid as he took it all in. He somewhat understood but he liked to think his relationship with Myza had been entirely different than normal espada to fraccion relationships.

Marcelius further explained that his relationship with Myza was different and others were guided by fear and or loyalty. Carcharais had been glad he was being treated with love instead. Then he was asked to put his hand on the rock by the fraccion. Carch didn't know why he wanted him to touch a rock. However, he obeyed the fraccion and walked up to the rock and put his hand on it. He then raised his eyebrow waiting for the fraccion to further explain what he was doing.

There was an odd sensation that came over him when he touched the rock. Yes, Marcelius had been right. He could sense what was going on in Las Noches just through the touch of it. He didn't exactly know what entirely he was feeling because he hadn't done this before so he needed to get the hang of what he was feeling before he completely understood it. He felt cold then hot both had confused him because he didn't know what either meant. ”Wow, this is very interesting. I don't quite fully understand it but I had never even thought anything like this was possible.”

Carch listened to what was considered the pulse of Noches. He felt it and let it resonate through his hand. It was weird to him. It did feel like it was a live somehow. But he was calmed at the feeling and didn't feel worried. Marcelius had known some secrets about this place that was for sure. Carch was very interested to know what all else he had known. Maybe he could learn a few useful tips from him if he payed enough attention. Carch decided he wouldn't think about eating the fraccion for a long time. He wanted to keep him close and learn what he had to offer.

[Marcelius]

As a teacher, Marcelius' best quality was his ability to read his students. Though any true instructor would die happily for the ability to read their hearts and minds of their epintended pupils; Marcelius would gladly denounce the advantages that such a gift might offer. After all, an understanding of what Carcharais was feeling, did not give Marc the insight he needed to avoid confusing the boy. It was clear, more from the look on his face, than the lyrics of his soul...the poor Fraccion had been left adrift. Having become so caught in his own deep thoughts, he did not spare a moment of mercy to simplify and translate his ramblings to something useable for the boy. To this end, Marcelius gave a deep sigh. Though he knew himself to blame, and felt the appropriate embarrassment for his lecture's haste and haziness...he did not completely rule out blaming Carc.

After all, the young Arrancar had bigger and better concerns than the interpretation of a bad poet's cryptic messages. There was, despite Marcelius' best efforts, the daunting presence of hunger. It had followed them from the dinning hall, and plagued Carcharais' concentration ever since. Marc had no spare food to temporarily quell the nagging pain. Would that really be the answer? Slip the young man a snack, and quickly speak the intended lesson as concisely as possible...uuhhh, just planning such an endeavor made Marcelius limbs scream in exhaustion. Still, a solution needed to be reached. Something to revive this tutelage for the sake of Carc's education. He owed that much to the youth...not to mention the debt to the Septima. With that, lightening flashed within his brainstorm.

Carcharais spoke encouraging words, confessing an interest while also confirming Marc's fears. The old soul was not being a proper stimulus for the purpose of this training. There was a need for not only proper communication, but also incentive. Sadly, Marcelius was quite aware of what drove this particular student. "Good news; first lessons are meant to be confusing. If you knew what I had to teach, we would not be here." A rather amused smile claimed the senior Fraccion. "I'll teach you to better read the energy you just felt. So that it will be less confusing." Stepping away from the pillars, Marcelius made his way into the open center of the room. Turning up one hand, he called a Bala to sudden life.

Marc was already aware of how Carc might reward, based off his deductions thus far. The two of them were cozy with one another, but only just so. Marc's kindness thus far, proved he was not the aggressive type. However, Carc was certain to tense. Not react, but simply be wary. This is good...it is what Marcelius expected and desired. That sudden alarm would do well to draw the Arrancar's focus off his belly and to his senses. Make him alert, hone his interest. "I will show you the subtle differences that other's discredit. Once you are more aware, I will help you refine those skills." Within his grasp, the energy of the Bala began to grow. Being a master of the technique, Marc could control the density of the reiatsu structure. This would help teach Carc about gauging not only threats, but enemey 'tells' as well.

It is quite important to know how to read when an attack will be launched...and how. But first, to make sure he was still paying close attention. "The benefit is...you will not be caught off your guard. It will keep you alive, especially in a place like this." The old man paused, dreading the words about to come from his mouth. "You will know when it is appropriate to pick a fight, or not. I will not have to worry about you being killed" The distaste, practically audible. "...while you are on the 'hunt'." Marcelius was not so foolish as to hope when there is no call for it. Carc was a boy who loved his meals...he was going to eat whatever he could. This caused Marcelius no shortage of discomfort, but, it did not impede his rationale.

This young man, who fancies himself a shark, was something special. Myza noticed it, and her opinion is hard won. Whatever it was about him that had potential, needed to be nourished. Even if Marc fought against it, it would still happen. So instead, he sought to make the boy safer. If he could train him to not get in over his head, then maybe he would survive his inevitable "frenzies". The hope was that he would try to consume things besides Hollows...but Marc was still a realist. Regardless, this changed nothing about the situation.

For the old Fraccion would not be there to hold his hand through the cleaving and the chewing. Hmmm, each moment made this message more difficult to stomach. Still, it needed to be done. Carc needed to enhance the skills required for survival...and Marc could teach him that much...guilt free. "I know what I said was confusing before, but trust that I know what I am talking about." Trust, something Marcelius craved like water. With it, he could work on the issue they had earlier. With trust, Marcelius could try and make families a little less confusing in Las Noches.

[Carcharais Zralok Synderfell]

Carcharais had followed Marcelius to the open room. He was beginning to think about the pit in his stomach. It was just for a moment when Marc readied a bala. Balas were normally fired off and shot quickly in bursts. Marc was however, holding his and not firing it out. Carch was certainly alarmed at first hen he registered what was happening. But then he noticed that Marc wasn't attacking anything so he relaxed a bit. Marc had been around for a long time, so of course there was a lot he could teach the newborn arrancar.

Marc charged the bala increasing its power. It was difficult for him to sense it because his senses were new and he still had some improvement he needed to work on. He watched as the bala grew. Just watching it he could tell what Marc was doing even without keen energy sensory. "The bigger the fish the better the taste." Carch said. Carch wasn't lying when he said this. However he did understand that even some were too big of a challenge. Learning which ones he needed to pass on was going to be a large benefit.

Carch was being taught how to tell who was moving around the floors of the great palace. This would make it easier to know when it was safe to hunt those who got on Carch's bad side without needing to worry about getting caught. Now Marc was teachcing how to gauge his enemies. These were not bad things to know. Carch was paying attention to Marc's lessons. He had been fed prior to them so it was still easy to listen and retain what was going on. However the hunger would come eventually and after a while Carch will need to eat again. "So many new things to learn. This will all help a lot."

[Marcelius]

With a chuckle in his throat, the old Hollow nodded his head slowly. It would appear that ol' Marcelius found something agreeable with what Carcharias had said...what little that may appear to be. All the same, before raising his voice to the fellow Fraccion, Marc seemed to release a long held breath. It was a very noticeable, audiable sigh. What could have caused this? The answer was Carc of course. For beneath his words and the subtle glimmers of fascination in his eyes...he had exchanged with his tutor, more information that he could imagine. This information was a great supply of comfort for the blond Arrancar. For Marcelius, the safety and well being of other Hollows was a sincere priority. Often times it meant he had to suffer, watching as fools threw their potential away. Even more frequently, it forced Marc to determine the individual values of his kin.

With lives being lost in callous, hasty ways...it is important to keep track of what is being lost. Whatever a Hollow might have been, had it's life not been cut prematurely from the fabric. In the end, this constant study of his fellow Masks has left him eager to find sensibility. Yes, common sense...a prize for any mind reader to encounter. He craves it like shallow souls crave beautiful faces. So, when he witnessed the young Fraccion's rationale on impossible targets...the fish which are "too big"; Marcelius was overjoyed. What this meant, for Carcharias...was that he would live long enough to see his power fully manifest. Just thinking about it, had Marc feeling hurt for all those who never had such a chance. "Seeing you flinch, was a bit bitter sweet. The last thing I wish to do, is unnecessarily alarm you. But...I am glad to learn, you know the dangers of your home." Turning his arm now, the stout Hollow seemed to aim his arm towards the shark. With the Bala primed, his smile seemed to glow in the shimmer of the yellow reiatsu. "Now, try very hard to feel what I am doing."

Within his grip, the already bright energy began to grow. With superior senses, Carcharias could hear the grating energy of excited reiatsu particles moving even faster than normal. With his typical senses, he would also notice the general color of the Bala as it shifted to a more focused, purer white. This was the intensity of the attack being increased, a fairly simple trick. Basically, by applying the proper amount of energy and pressure, Marcelius was increasing the capabilities of the small bundle of awful. Where before the Bala had been a rather low class attack, possessing very little destructive force, it's power had now increased by several stages. Five to be exact, making it quite the potent. What Marc was hoping to achieve, was a demonstration on the difference in concentration. A small scale replica, which illustrates the various classes of Hollows that might exist in the White Palace. "You are a bright young man, so I know you can 'see' the differences between this Bala, and what it was. But what good does it do, to know such facts now? When you have already been caught?"


With a flick of his arm, the senior Fraccion sent his bullet swirling to his left. Far away from his observer, sailing straight into one of the massive pillars which lined the rooms opposing sides. Upon impact, the attacks devastation was immediately wrought. With loud cracks and burst of energy desperately escaping the crash site. Looking back to Marc, would reveal him with one eye closed...as if the intensity of the blast was quite a spectacle to endure for him. Blinking a few times to adjust, he returned to his cheerful grin. "Obviously, this demonstration is a bit drastic...but the principle remains constant." Holding out his -now Bala free- hand towards the boy. "Had you not been able to see...or even hear that Bala, could you have known of your danger? Please be honest...so that I can be more informed, and thus more helpful." In actuality, Marcelius knew damn well how Carc perceived active reiryoku. Having listened to the boy as best he could during the use and detonation off the baby Cero, a good perspective was shared between them. Still...hearing a firsthand account was always more accurate, and far more delightful. Once Carcharias had shared whatever he was willing to divulge, they could continue.

The next step would be testing, and possibly, expanding on Carc's use of energy sensitivity. It would be only a marginal bit, enough so the Fraccion could continue to train himself...if he so chose. From there, however, Marcelius had further plans. A notion that had been sparked in him, when he first witnessed Carc fidget and brace himself. What the ancient Mask had seen, was a clear representation of Instinct. Not simply the unimaginative expression of mental speed and reaction...but the superior, Hollow representation of knowledge without thought. It is quite frequently forgotten, that Hollows are often left mindless or dense when still trapped in beastial forms.

Yet, despite the frequently lacking mental acuity, they appear far more clever or devious than typical, feral creatures. The devilishness in a Hollow's hunting pattern, along with the craftiness of their primal thoughts, come from a much higher form of Instincts. Feelings and responses beyond what other's can ever hope to experience or understand. With Carcharias...Marcelius saw the footprints of both Predation..AND Aggression. These were details...which deserved a thorough examination. Once he had finished answering whatever questions his fellow Arrancar had, "Carcharias...when you first feel your Hunger, when it first starts to hurt, what thoughts cross your mind?" Raising his palm to keep the other from speaking just yet; Marc realized how poorly he worded his question.


"Besides that you are hungry, and need to find food. What I'm curious of, is how you think about hunting. What do you think you need to do, and how do you feel you must do it? Stalk your prey...attack when it is exposed or distracted? Or do you feel your nerves shiver, wanting to break and bash whatever is closest?" Gosh, how wordy the ol' windbag could be...hopefully it did not upset Card to much. Then again, hopefully it did...given that anger, might trigger the thoughts which Marcelius is most curious of! "Maybe, you consider all the ways you could hurt your prey...before savoring the first bite?" With these last few words, a small shift occurred in his tone. It was, for a second, as if the elder found some enjoyment in the scenario he described. Mmm, how interesting Carc's answer would prove to be...


Spiritual Exhaustion - 1/4
Physical Exhaustion - 1/4

Remaining Reiatsu - 1250/1500

-250 Bala, Class 1 category

[Marcelius]

Heavy footsteps echoed through the empty halls. Each one, a somber note in a soft symphony. The lonely banter of an isolated soul. The only disruption from the Fraccion's otherwise solemn thoughts. And oh, was there ever a deal to think about. Many a conundrum for the elder to consider. After all, it had been quite the exciting day for him. The young addition to the family, Carcharias...had given him quite a lot to consider. What was to be a tutoring session for the boy, turned into a philosophical crisis for his instructor. Simple truths that he had created for himself, quickly drawn into the light. Forced to bare themselves against the harsh scrutiny of examination. Ideas such as, "living without harm". " Doing what is best for Hollows." "What it means to be a family."

Such ideologies meant everything to him. They were his few reasons for living. The only reasons he had to stay within Las Noches. Their pursuit and fulfilment were the only goals which his old body could still pursue. While he had been teaching Carc to be a safer hunter, with the hopes of keeping him alive; Marc had been creating a finer killer. A predator, that would had every intention to consume everything he could...even their kin. An Arrancar who had not given up the Hunger, despite having his mask removed. For such a soul; Marcelius was truly vexed. Helping him was harmful to others. Refusing to help was detrimental to the boy. There was no golden choice...no perfect path. One way or another; Marc was going to sew devastation through this sibling. So...how could he decide on what to do?

The person who helped the most was Carcharias himself. Such a strong and cunning individual. The same potential which lead the Septima to "birth" this amazing spirit, was easily identified by Marcelius. There was no way of knowing how far this individual was going to go. Carc could even become an Espada someday. Truly, a blessing to precious to waste. All of these speaking to the young man's favor, except..."The Hunger...", spoken under his breath. As if his words might stir an eavesdropper's intrigue. The thought of what Carcharias suffered, unsettled him. It built worry and stress, tensing his nerves and clouding his thoughts. How was it that the Hunger remained? Once freed from a mask, sensibility and reason were supposed to return. Just as elevating from beasthood to actualized thought; breaking a Hollow's mask was supposed to restore one's self control. In Carc; there was none. It was a mockery of what every other Arrancar possessed.

An imitation. Only mirroring the image, but not the values. Carcharias could think. Knowing both himself and others as separate entities. Having skills such as speech, rationale, and creativity...but unmoved by them. When it came to motivation, passion...the younger Arrancar was no different than an animal. Instinctual and efficient. A brutal machine of death and consumption. These traits giving him great strength, but ruining the possibilities of his future. In such a state...with such a mind; Carc seemed limited to only the most basic of growth. He would become stronger, of this there was no doubt. Fighting and winning his right to be on top, he might someday grow to be a rival of the masters of Hueco Mundo. What he would not do was lead. Never inspiring or endearing himself with the majority of his home. Forever an outcast, one who could never be trusted on the merit of his desires. A fate which afflicted the mightiest of Hollows. A fate they all escaped by removing their masks. With this new Fraccion being a rare...if not solitary exception; Marc was left to wonder what would become of him. Another Rio...or worse.

What had given the old man the most hope of all, was Carcharias' affection. Yes, affection. Somewhere deep inside, buried beneath an ocean of drool and starved cravings, Carc truly loved Myza. With every referral Marcelius made of the Septima, the young man's emotions gave heed. He cared for her. Felt something other than hunger, for her. It may not seem like much to most, but Marc knew how valuable this was. It was a hope that circumstances might change for their kind. Though this particular love may have been grown in a test tube, it was no less substantial. Perhaps that was an alternative route for his kin to grow, emotionally. Perhaps it was the only opportunity for such advancement? There was no way to know. Not this soon into the search. But a reason to keep dreaming, certainly it was enough for that. So Marcelius taught Carcharias to hunt, effectively. Showing him the inner workings of his new home, the mighty desert fortress.

In a bid to spare in many of his brothers and sisters as he could; Marc made light of the slaughterhouse in Las Noches' depths. In fact; he outright avoided mentioning that wretched place. Instead, he offered an alternative. One which Carc's diverse taste might enjoy more. Telling the boy of Hueco Mundo's vast wonders. Of places...oases within the infinite expanse, that housed Hollowed beasts. Creatures that died senseless deaths in the Living Realm, becoming Hollows of their former purposes. These creatures were numerous beyond imagination...thanks to the destructive forces of man. An endless supply of them would always be available for Carcharias, were he to desire a more flavorful meal. Only after leaving Carc's side, did Marcelius scoff at this idea.

He was young once. He knew what it meant to be compelled by the Hunger...and the darkness it creates. No amount of flavor could ever compare to the satisfaction of taking a valued life. Killing beasts fails to compare, when a dark heart has had a taste of something as such. That it is why it was a desperate act, to try and encourage this alternative. Doomed to fail or not, the elder had to try. The same dedication to effort, giving him purpose and use in his community. A community; which Marc wanted to succeed. A home that he needed to thrive. The only place in all creation, that his life could ever hold any real meaning. Carcharias, like all members of this treasured sanctum...Marcelius' very reason for existing. It would seem that only the future could show if that existence was of the genuine, or worthwhile sort.

(Given the excessive time lapse, I think it best to call this thread closed. More than willing to pick it back up in a new thread if interest still remains! XD )

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

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