Feisty Sexta Fiesta! (Open Social)

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Oh she was in quite a mood already. It was already getting harder to fight even with the alcohol. Those morons always knew how to sober her right up. Is that's just dandy. Feh. She was downright pissed off. Why the hell did she even come in the first place. Well, it was, originally to see the turnout of this party and to get her hands on a little booze. However, slowly but surely, it was becoming more and more of a waste of her time. The only one she really could tolerate was good ol', rotten blondie Marc. Undoubtedly, he was pissed at her for her little quip upon greeting her and she would feel just the slightest tinge of amusement at his reaction. He was reacting the way she wanted him to. Ah, pissing people off truly was a beautiful art. One she took great pride in. She'd be lying if she said she didn't live for the reactions. Marc's was funny.

As she went on explaining each party going moron, Marc would go putting his two cents in. That actually didn't bother her. In fact, it simply amused her even more. "Mmm, so she is the one to blame..." She offered him the slyest of grins possible. How cute. The old scarecrow was trying to insult her. Little did he know, she embraced them... Most of them. Still, knowing she was bad just made her ego grow. It really didn't need to grow. Really. It was bad enough as it was. Miho always thought of herself as something as a villain. This made it even better. He'd go on to explain who the drunk hussy was and reveal that she was the Septima Espada. She rolled her eyes as he went on to explain how she saw him at the hospital and had a lovely chat. Disgusting. "Tch. Can it, Romeo. I don't wanna hear about how the old scarecrow and the Septima are at it like bunnies. Geh..." she cringed. Of course she misunderstood but that's totally what it was sounding like to her (MyzaxMarc. Huehuehue. You heard it here first.).

He seemed particularly interested in Li Mei. Though, who wasn't. It was strange to see the Boss be in a slightly peaceful state when she was around. Miho would even admit to wanting to see how far that relationship goes. Kuroi was cold blooded. That girl was going to get hurt and she knew it. Be it emotionally or physically, it was an abusive relationship that Miho wanted to avoid at all costs. Instead, she'd settle on being a spectator of sorts; seeing where the story goes. Why get involved when all the entertainment you need is right in front of you? Would the villain and the heroine fall for each other or would she be met with only the cruelest of endings? One thing was for certain; There was no such thing as 'Happily Ever After' here. Didn't they know that? "Tread lightly with her. I don't know where she stands in the Boss' book.." she warned. It was a genuine 'Don't get yourself killed' warning.

Marcelius would speak once more."You're right...what could be worse than you?" She half-smiled at that comment; she never was one for a sweet smile. At least, not in public.Too many people here. Too many people she already wanted to kill and too many people she wanted to drag out of hell after she killed them, and kill them again. Too many things made her violent at this moronic party. It was almost unhealthy.It would be then, a certain Espada would arrive and she knew her fun would truly begin. "He might be....That's Rio Demonliogalgo. The Quinta Espada." It would be weird to see in Marc's eyes, but she had a good amount of respect for him. He actually deserved his spot... but she'll knock him out of it soon. Having fought him and enjoying it quite a bit despite losing. Oh, he was too much fun. "Definitely a fun fight. Might want to fight him again..." her voice trailed off as she pondered the thought. It'd certainly been a while since she fought him. She was probably one of the only people who saw his mangy release. This time around, she vowed to put up a much better fight. She wanted to win despite the fact it was unlikely. The more she thought about it, the more she itched for a fight with him. Things had been too boring and too peaceful and he was perfect for a little trouble and adrenaline rush. Takes two to tango after all.

“For the lady...” Her smile quickly dropped as she recognized the owner of the voice. Suddenly, that pansy Cierro would flutter his perverted ass all the way over to the two fraccion. Anyone close enough could hear the barely audible growl she made. Well, he wasn't trying to grope her right away so he was safe. Her scarlet eye scanned him from top to bottom to see if there was something off. He offered her a drink but she raised her own. "I'm good." she said simply. This was the man who'd do anything and everything to sleep with a delicious piece of ass and Miho wasn't having it. This particular dame had sharp teeth that threatened to tear apart anything she disliked in the slightest. "Wow...You can behave...Who housebroke you?" Miho had a smart mouth that was going to get her in trouble one day. Violent and bored, she could have a bit of fun with this one. “So, sweetcheeks, howzabout you and me get to know each other a bit better,” She gave him credit for being smooth...

...But it wasn't enough for her.

Miho downed the rest of her drink and carelessly pegged some poor arrancar in the head with her empty cup. Hmph. As if she cared. She gave Cierro a playful smirk; already knowing how she was going to deal with him and only Marc was going to see the hellion unleash her fury before his eyes. Hook. She lightly grasped the wrist of his free hand and stepped closer, slipping a hand around his neck. He wanted to get to know her better? What better way than this? She knew of his horrendous track record and seeing the way he dealt with Asuka didn't put him in a better light. Line.. "..Get to know me better huh?" she said in hushed tones, appearing to be amused by him, she bit her lip playfully. Miho, of all people, knew how to be a minx and used it to her advantage. She pulled her body closer and moved her lips close to his ear and whispered, "You're gonna regret that.". Sinker. Her hand that was already at his neck took a much tighter, iron grip as sharp nails dug right into his skin. The hand that held on to his wrist did the same; holding him down so she could get a good grip on what she was about to do. Miho slammed her knee right into his crown jewels. Providing she was successful, she'd move her body away and slam her fist right into his jaw in a sweet uppercut and hurl him to the other side of the room, allowing him to fly right into Asuka and Myza.

"Thanks, Octava. I needed to thrash something... Heh. Something about violence just really gets my blood goin', ya know?" she said cracking her knuckles. Graceful as always. It was a minor outlet for her pent up need to do something dangerous but it would suffice for the time being. She turned to daddy dearest and gave him a wry smile. " 'Scuse me. I need to walk my dog. Heh. Later pops!" By dog, she meant the Quinta Espada. She walked right over to the bar, grabbed two new glasses and a bottle of jack and decided to harass the violent man.

"Not like I expected anyone impressive to actually show."

She'd grin something wicked. Oh it was too good. Dearest puppy dog was grumpy and didn't want to play with the rest of the party goers. She didn't think he'd show, but here was was. In the flesh with the same dangerous, apathetic look in his violet eyes. He seemed bored but that was to be expected. Just like her, he probably came to see the turn out of the party and was more than likely annoyed. Could she blame him? Not at all. But the Quinta here meant that maybe she could actually get a little fun out of this this pansy party. She was behind him when he had his little violent puppy fit. She'd grin mischievously.

"Oh I know, Rio. It's a rotten shame. Not even the Quinta's enough to keep me interested..."

If looked to see where the voice came from he'd certainly see a familiar face. She'd matured since they last saw each other. Maybe he'd be surprised? "..Or is he?" She raised an eyebrow as she offered him a challenging, devilish gaze. She taunted him playfully. Maybe she wanted to fight? Yes. Of course! But a party was a party. She'd settle on being tame for the moment. "Been a while. Heh. Have you been a good boy?" she spat mockingly at him, teasing him. He was a dog. There wasn't a chance in hell she was going to stop the doggy jokes. Miho always had a smart mouth. She tilted her head, giving him a quizzical look. "..Ditching or staying?" she asked holding up the bottle and two glasses. She was fine with either; so long as she was in his company and able to rip something apart. If he decided to stay, she was definitely going to want to rip and shred something. Either way, someone or something was going to get fucked up and she was looking forward to being a part of it. If not, well, they had alcohol.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza looked surprised when Asuka said the words "Married". The Septima instantly let go of her at that point, stepping back a couple of steps. Thankfully, that left Cierro looking at nothing but empty air between the two female Espada. "Oh, dear. How *hic* careless of me! I'm rather sorry about that then. It would be quite *hic* rude of me to do something like that, violating holy matrimony and all."

It was at about this time that Cierro said something about trying to look at her panties. There would be a moment's pause from the Septima Espada. Then she pointed a finger to where he was laying on the floor, and say one simple word. "Bala." A bright green flash would suddenly erupt from her finger, probably lancing through the prone Octavo. The Septima would look down at him after that, a frown on the part of her face that was visible. "Just because I'm *hic* a little tipsy does not mean that I am an idiot, Cierro. You had best *hic* remember how our last encounter turned out."

Myza would look up after that, and see that Asuka had gone. She'd sway in place for a moment before shrugging, and walk off towards Marcelius' familiar spiritual pressure. He'd be more interesting to talk to anyways. She'd eventually get there, half-leaning on the wall once she arrived. "Marcelius. *hic* Can you make the room stop swaying? It's irritating."

[Zou ۞]

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"Sonken Kouhai has assigned you a mission." Grimoire told Kuroi, who coldly regarded the Envainar. It seemed all others between the two had melted away and disappeared to the empty black eyes of the Segunda Espada, who, standing outside of the party room, had been privy to all going-ons within. He had considered very much killing Cierro just then, but had also considered the same of others in that room, such as Myzaraphiston. Kuroi had no intention, however, of combating them that day. He was uninterested. It was all so mundane, he thought then. Those around him grew weaker and weaker, and in the end, they were reduced to nothing. The Segunda Espada had no interest in the likes of fools. Asuka rising to Sexta was only proof that discipline was slipping away from Las Noches.

"Very well." Kuroi responded to Grimoire, indicating that he acknowledged. Grimoire vanished instantly with a powerful Sonido, disappearing completely from view. He was not only a blur. He was an apparition. He had simply ceased to exist. This was how it would appear to all observing Grimoire during that single moment of Sonido. Kuroi then glanced back inside of the room, taking note of his Fraccion members. He did not approve of their participation in these festivities, however it would be beneficial for them to become better acquainted with Asuka, who had once been his Fraccion, and was now an Espada. Many things had changed as the years had ticked by. Many things had changed.

Kuroi's eyes fell upon Li Mei. His eyes, eyes like cold steel, were an unending pit, an abyss, filled with the most icy of winds and cold of hearts, if such a thing as "heart" could be applied to emptiness. Black as night, they reflected nothing to those who looked back at them. If Li Mei looked into Kuroi's eyes at that moment, she would see literally nothing reflected there, and only empty blackness. Li Mei was not reflected in Kuroi's eyes. Your whole person is wrong. I'm not wrong, am I? Adalo's words echoed in Kuroi's mind, once, and only once, and yet no change came over his monotonous, black soul. He was unreadable, for he was empty. If one were to read Kuroi's soul, there would be comradery with his Fraccion, certainly. However, establishing the same atmosphere which had existed years ago, with Fraccion of four, before Asuka had vanished, and long before any of the most horrible things had transpired in Las Noches, would be impossible.

"I'm leaving." Kuroi said, and disappeared with Sonido.

OOC: Kuroi has left the thread. Because I'm having trouble keeping up with posting!

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Oh. Wonderful. Cierro was being an imbecile again. This was the face of the Espada. The face of the organization Rio represented. Were Rio another Espada-- nay, another man, he may have confronted Sonken Kouhai about Cierro himself, to demand his expulsion from the ranks of the Espada. Well, actually, he'd ask if he could just be executed, and expelled from the Espada posthumously. Or expelled from the Espada and then executed. The order wasn't particularly important, that the piece of garbage was no longer a part of the vaunted unit known as the strongest arrancar in existence, was.

Fortunately, Myza seemed to be having similar thoughts in her drunken state, and proceeding to obliterate Cierro with a well placed Bala. Given Cierro was lying on the ground-- and that he could hardly outrun a Bala even while running, let alone while he was stationary and on his back. Avoiding something like a Bala while on your back would be a challenging proposition, let alone one fired by Myza. Rio was satisfied with that. Even in the exceedingly unlikely chance Cierro still held a semblance of something that wasn't a charcoal wreck, it certainly would take the wind from his sails. Or so he expected.

As for Rio, however, IF Cierro wasn't outright killed by Myza's Bala, and attempted to make it over to him... well. ....Really? Cierro had just thrown an insult at the most volatile member of the Espada. What did he expect to happen? For Rio to just "take it" as it were? Perhaps a calmer member of the Espada would have. ....wait. No. No, Cierro was out of his mind. It wouldn't have mattered if he'd insulted Kuroi, Adalo, Rio, Myza or Arhellai, what he did here wouldn't have changed the outcome, only how it came about.

Kuroi may have been able to achieve more subtlety in this than Rio. As it stood, the instant Cierro tried to throw his arm around Rio, he would feel every bone in his body shatter. A shockwave had exploded out from his body, with greater force than a charging rhino. For Cierro this would be like getting rammed by a speeding car on the freeway. The arm he had attempted to throw around Rio simply wouldn't be. There would be a fair amount of bloodshed as the bones in his arm buckled and were pulverized, forcing their way out through the back of his arm. His shoulder would have been dislocated-- but to be properly dislocated would imply there was a shoulder joint that it had slipped from. The shockwave involved would have seen to it that there would not be any such thing. The skeletal structure on the entire side of Cierro's body facing Rio would essentially collapse. Ribs pulverized to virtually irreparable degrees, and at least one or two ruptured organs, and a collapsed lung.

Odds of evasion? Virtually negligible. Cierro had thrown his arm around Rio. He was stationary. Even if he was primed to run, Cierro at a sprint wouldn't be faster than Rio's shockwaves, which moved as fast as a bala. And it wasn't like he could shift his body to avoid it-- it was omnidirectional. And instant. Point blank range. Not even Sonido would enable Cierro to avoid it at this range. Rio hadn't even come here to pick a fight. No, Cierro had done that all on his own. He wouldn't even have time to go into his human torch routine, let alone make it to Howler Monkey-- not that he'd be doing a whole lot of screaming as a Howler Monkey, or as an arrancar, with that collapsed lung.

It was highly unlikely Cierro would keep standing after that, or even retain consciousness. Rio doubted he was likely attuned to withstanding pain at all, let alone pain of that level of magnitude. Either way, following something like that, Rio would leave the broken wreck of the Octava behind, as Miho addressed him.

"Oh, look at this! The prodigal failure makes her return." Rio mocked her, with a smirk as she approached. Just a "friendly" greeting. The fact he hadn't called her trash showed right away that he held Miho in SOMEWHAT higher regard than the common rabble of arrancar. Certainly higher than Cierro. He recalled his fight with Miho, which had been quite enjoyable, to say the least. Not as fun as his fight against Lucitide, perhaps, but moreso than Rio would have expected out of a Fraccion. "You got my hopes up for nothing. I'd thought you'd died out in the wastes." Rio taunted her again.

[Noriko 'Asuka"]

This woman was. . interesting. Not because she was more decent or is more kind than what the others appear to be. Seeing how one of them is drunk with another laying on his back to look up her dress. The nature of a pervert. For this woman it is just . . her aura seemed to be more lighter than the other individuals that are present here. Both of the twins can feel it. Out of their time that they had spent here in this world . . or at least from what they can remember, the twins can probably place their trust in this one. At least for right now, so that they can get some information about this world and possibly more about themselves. But first they needed to see that she is what she appears to be.

Iraishin dragged her other from the food table by her neck trying not to rip off the cloth that covers her sister's naked body. Looking up the expression on the woman's face seemed as though she had seen a ghost or something. It can not be that rare to see identical twins in this place, but they wouldn't know since they had not been in this particular place either. "Wow! Are you guys sisters?! You're twins right!?!" she blurted out excitedly, dropping her arms. "Don't apologize! This is a party! My party. You guys are more welcome to stay~!! Aha!" she grinned confidently. Yup, it was just a thought but based on her statements it would appear as though they are the only ones in this place who were same. Not only that she was kind but very friendly as well, something that would probably get her killed. But at least Iraishin could take some relief around this woman, but not too much.

Iraishin took another glance around their new environment since she didn't have the chance due to Shiryou's recklessness. And based on the atmosphere and how the people were acting, what this woman said is true. A party, go figure. Facing back at the green eyed woman she kept asking her questions one after the other, but it is not unusual since they ARE new to this place. "I've never seen you girls before..." the woman stated matter-of-factly. Exactly what Iraishin thought. "Are you guys new? What are your names? Ya see, I've been gone for a bit but I've just returned from my trip. I wanna get to know everyone and make lotsa friends~! Aha!"

Iraishin was about to answer the woman until her sister just blurted out almost immediately. "Yes yes we are new." Shiryou responds eagerly. The white haired twin tugs herself away from her emotionless sister's grip, placing her feet below herself and launches her self over Iraishin. It appeared as though Shiryou back flipped over her sister and on to the shoulders of her twin, clamping her hands onto Iraishin's shoulders. The child like Arrancar remains upside down on her sister's shoulders with a large smile on her face. "My name is Shiryou. It is great to meet a woman with. . . stature." the child matches the woman's enthusiasm while ogle at the woman's massive bouncing chest. The child uses one hand to point at her twin below her while Iraishin holds Shiryou's cloth up from exposing her sister's naked body. "This silly head is Iraishin, my sister. But she is soooo mean to mean, making me starve when my tummy is like 'Roar' and Aahhh!" Shiryou continues to laugh at the situation that the twins are in.

Shiryou actually liked this woman. Her kindness was something to almost being like a mother. She couldn't put her finger on her next thought but Iraishin was able to fill in for her pondering mind. "So you were away for a long time? That is somewhat funny since it has been at least two days since we woke up." Iraishin would say in a flat tone. Her sister was not really good at expressing herself, so Shiryou would have to do that for her. So she would shift her expression so that she would leer at the woman. But of course she couldn't keep it up for long because it was just too funny. The white hair twin would burst out laughing at her attempt. She would push herself off the twin to do flip over the green eyed woman to come from behind. Not an aggressive approach since all she wants to do is feel the body of their new acquaintance. Shiryou would use her index finger to slide smoothly up the back of the woman's thigh to her curvy hips, avoiding her rear. "Of course we would love to be your friends. What is your name Miss Big Bounce?" the child would snicker at the thought.

Iraishin could not help but to face palm herself when her sister used that new nickname. Didn't she know that they are dealing with someone who is more stronger than they are, and who could possibly eliminate them with a simple thought. "I really must apologize Mistress. Shiryou was not born with a mind, so I am the one with who has the common sense that she lacks." Iraishin leers coldly at her sister sliding her finger up the woman's leg. She could hope that this woman would not take her comments as an insult since she does not have the heart to express her worry, that was what Shiryou was for. All the black hair Arrancar could do was offer a sincere bow. She bows from the waist up trying to show her sincere apology while her sister continues to screw their chances of survive. It was not long until Shiryou was growling at several of the other party attendees. Iraishin turns her head to see some of the other Arrancars didn't seem to fond of the woman that the twins were socializing with, but obviously Shiryou didn't take that too well either. Iraishin could tell which members she was specifically growling at since she could see her twin's thoughts. A man standing from across the room looked like he was glaring before he switched his attention to some other attendants who seemed to get into a fight.

One was on the floor looking up a woman's dress while the woman herself was forming a bright red ball in her hand. She didn't know what that was about but based on how the man was yelling something out loud and at his present position, she knew he could be up to no good. Shiryou seemed to very fond of their new 'friend', like a child to a mother. Her sister was growling at the man across the room and at the exit where another man was talking to a shy young girl. Iraishin knew that Shiryou was not growling at the woman but at the man, and from what she could tell Shiryou's thoughts about him was right on the money. He felt very. . cold for some reason. Just on his appearance alone was off and it didn't make either one of the twins feel right. This made Shiryou cower behind the female's legs like a child peeking from behind. She could not agree anymore to what Shiryou felt right now, so Iraishin would walk closer to the woman and latch with both hands onto woman's left side of her dress.

"I don't feel so good. It is very cold right now." Shiryou would whimper from behind the woman. That man was definitely scary, including when he vanished into thin air. Shiryou would maintain that expression for a moment longer until she turned to look at the other party members. Each of them looked to be decent people except for a few of them. The twins would take each side of the woman as if they were getting ready for battle. This was the only woman who was actually fit enough to be around and they will refuse any other bad people to do some indecent act upon her. This woman, who would be their newest friend and Mistress.

[Marcelius]

Just as a mighty punishment of a stern talking to was about to roll right onto Miho, the old Arrancar found reason to not chase her ploy. It was clear to him, almost immediately, why his fellow Fraccion would find discourse in his speaking fondly of the Septima. Jealousy, a case could have been made for that. Yes, that bitter envy which must spite Miho each and every time she sees an Espada she cannot stand. The Hellion had an ego on her, one which only grew in the presence of others. Seeing another female Arrancar of such higher station,but who did not meet Miho's standards of "powerful"...this might have spawned her spurn.

Ah, but that was not truly it. Marcelius would have gladly blamed her Destruction tendencies on this all important characteristic. Alas, though this "flaw" might seem like the most likely culprit...it simply was not. What it really came down to was, "Dad does not like-like anyone! He's not gross like other boys!" It was clear as day, she could not perceive the old man as...a man. Under her mature, though brazen, exterior was a little girl. A child whom felt disgusted by the notion of him enjoying the company of the opposite gender. "Icky", "cooties", either of these would do. It was cute honestly, though Marcelius' and his vital organs enjoyed each other's company a little too much to ever DARE tell Miho this. No, this thought was his alone. One best forgotten.

Though difficulties arose with this premise. This behavior in her was just the growing connection the two of them had; something Marc pined for. Still. As amused as the Hollow was at his little girl's antics, her acting out -and coded messages that he would not, could not date- he was not about to jepordize the evening to simply make an unnecessary stand. No point in raising a debate pver nothing. That was Miho's routine. Instead he would stick to his tried and true script. The one where he enjoys...the fuck, out of the chair she swiped for him. The challenge should not prove difficult. He had become quite a master of the art since moving into Las Noches.

To make his goal easier, he was beginning to adapt to the presence of the Primera Envainar. So much so, that Miho's continued breakdown of them room actually turned quite pleasant. Hearing more about Li Mei, and the Relationship-Which-Would-Not-Be-Name, nearly caused Marc to snicker in joviality. Then there was Rio, a new Espada in Marcelius eyes. A young man of noteworthy appearance. More prominent than his looks, was the clear aire of superiority. This one, for reasons Marc was just now discovering, loved to cling to his title. So it seemed. This was not a bad thing, one could suppose. Sadly, the investigation into the Quinta's motives and mannerisms would have to wait. Cierro had come to end thier little discussion.

With a wave of his Suavey Wand, the Espada did his best to woo the heartless heart of the least placid of all Fraccion...poor fool. His attempt was destined to face the coldfire that was Miho's tolerance for niceties. Marc, knowing as well as most could, did not dare speak up with warning. Voluntary mutism, and for several good reasons. First, the dark haired demon to his left, would just as easily turn her vicious retort on him...if he dared intercede in her sadism. Second, Cierro was an Espada, and as such was free to do as he pleased in the halls of the kingdom. No matter how: bad, stupid, tragic, pathetic, unfortunate, hasty, awful, or hopeful, those actions may be.

Thirdly, he could hear it well enough...in the Octava's mind, Marc did not even exist. This was about the attractive young woman, not the corpse she was hanging out with. Lastly, like any good father, he was far more concerned about how Miho might or would respond to the debonair's practiced charms. It was not his place to tell her how to behave, she was adult enough to make such decisions. Knowing this did not calm or settle his worries, and only seeing it would set his fears to rest. Thus the moments between the offer of the drink and Miho's answer felt much like they did for Cierro...anticipation seemed to stop time in it's tracks.(Lol, delay between posts where nothing really 'happens'.)

Words that cut like glass, how she loved those the most. Though he remained motionless by her side, keeping to himself and his chair, laughter dared to erupt from him. Ah, what the hell...Cierro did not notice him anyways. "Heh-eheheh." The amused old man had though 'crisis averted'. The disturbing lack of patience within his fellow Fraccion had robbed this ordeal of any climax. Such a shame for Cierro, and after such a masterful attempt to boot. Believing things to be in the clear, Marcelius placed his gaze back upon the festivities. To his chagrin, the situation had still not been settled. From the corner of his eyes. At a distance that even he could still see clearly. Things between the two Arrancar were starting to shift. Moving in ways the could only be seductive, Miho seemed to sweep her way into Cierro's arms. She leaned towards him...speaking who knows what suggestive or sinful things to this OF ALL Espada. Not more than a few minutes ago, the same villainous girl told of Cierro's lecherous ways.

W-Was she, giving in? It could not be, the insult from before, it...no. Marc had already learned, that Miho was such the soul, that insults worked as both hate and kindness for her. Stupid old man, having dropped his guard so easily. The more he watched of this 'intimacy'...the more his steel skin crawled. Wanting to speak up and voice his disapproval, by way of physically pulling the two of them apart; Marc knew this would only strengthen whatever feelings Miho had for Mr. Knotch-on-my-Bedpost. So he fought it...and honestly, he lost. Bad. For in a moment, he would be up to his feet and wedged between this unsavoury affair. Then, Cierro went flying. Like a kite suddenly caught by the breeze. Not a breeze, but a mighty wind...called fist. Soaring away from the two of them, leaving Marc to stand in total shock. Yes, shock. Dumbstruck, even, by the sudden aggression. With eyes widened, he slowly turned back to Miho herself.

Questions clearly filled him, but her smug self did not bother. How had the codger not forsee what was going to happen? Why had he not predictred the typical Miho response? Simple. There had been too much rage buiklding inside of him. Unable to focus, he was just as susceptible as Cierro. Good that he could register this on his own, because Miho certainly was not going to explain herself. Merely she announced she was done with hanging by the wall, and that she had a dog to walk. Already he knew, he deserved his own kick to the head. Regardless of her taking notice, he should have never suspected her of reacting kindly towards anyone. Oh what a shot to his own family jewels, this painful reminder was. Unable to muster anything more than a soft laugh, he watched her take her leave. But then...the thought occured, "What dog..."

Paranoia took over the Hollow once more. Possibly, in a method that overstepped his bounds, he kept a keen eye on his 'angel'. Curious what she could have meant with the dog comment, he hoped to hear more from her musings. Surely, there could not actually be a dog? Miho hated those creatures. Loyal fools, in her eyes. Suddenly it seemed clear she meant some person. Yes, it was obviously a nickname. So who was this 'Dog'? It was almost torment to learn. Prying his eyes from her was proving a challenge, even with the large crowd of distractions this particular party had to offer. Even when his focus had been better placed in other subjects. Such as the Sexta, to whom this party belonged. Then the Septima, who in his protective mindset, he nearly ignored. She had come, seeking out a familiar sound...and here he was rudely trying to glance beyond her stupor at his fellow Fraccion. Or the Octava who...actually be injured for all he knew. Then there was the Noveno, who appeared to be one clown short of a full car. No telling what such a powerful soul could be capable of if given inappropriate incentive. Or what of the two demons outside? The Segunda and the Akki? That situation had still not seen to resolve itself.

And then, the ocean faded into memory...and it was as if the desert was all that ever way. The unbearable pressure both Kuroi and...Grimoire, had all but faded from focus. Simply vanishing may have been the intent, but such a trick was hardly possible. Beings such as that leave traces of their influence no matter how they depart. Collateral damage, was the most fitting name for it. With the sources of reiatsu gone, all that remained where the trouble each had caused in the prior substance. To begin with was poor Li Mei. Her spirit had nearly been crushed under the mere sight of "Most Dreaded" Acero. Survival only furthered her plight, in Marcelius' eyes at least. There had been a clear devotion in her conversation with Kuroi. Marc felt it when he tried his best to ignore them in passing. And as cold as the Segunda made his exit, to whatever poor sod's house he was heading, it must have hit the poor girl the hardest. Ah, but Li Mei did not reserve the spotlight. There was the Septima.

Miss Myza, who had suffered so under the torment of an Akki's presence. Where he had been wretched in his agony, she had turned to the aide of strong liquor. An attempt, to numb herself to the beast's dreadful aura. In the end, her cure had turned sour. Now the pains which follow high spirits were settling in, and neither her request or use of his name had warranted his attention. As before, he was too caught up trying to be an involved dad. What a fool. Fortunately, the sound of her Soul soon grew loud enough to break through the barrier of focus he had wrongfully placed. Suddenly he was snapped back to reality, discovering the Mistress of Pain in discomfort. Irony aside, the Fraccion quickly offered his full attention. Hoping deeply, that she had not noticed his preoccupation due to her condition. "I could hold you upright, till you find balance again?"

A small laugh, sneaking through the tone of his words. "This might do better. Here, take my seat Septima." That warm voice, hopefully she had not grown sick of it from their prior encounter. Surely she did not find it unattractive, considering she came so far to ask his help specifically? Either way, he made sure she found the offered chair without trouble or tripping. "Let me fetch you some water. It will not do much for the room's motion, but it will tend to your other needs."(Gunna go on the OoC here for a moment and say I typed that without any idea of the suggestive nature. Found it later when I reread all of this, and decided to make a bigger deal of it! \o/) Nope, he did not even flutter an eyelash. That one just slipped out, with not a second moments notice. It would appear the lessons on etiquette and proper speech had missed the all important discussion over "suggestive language". Whatever the case, her predicament gave him cause for hurrying. With speed that rarely saw exercise, he flighted away and back again with a glass...and the entire pitcher of iced water. Settling down for the first time since arriving...he offered the Espada a kindly smile. Trying his best to patiently offer her the filled glass, "You have had your fill of the spirits it seems. I think it is time to cut you off. Here, drink this and hopefully feel better."

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The Sexta was grateful. Truly grateful. Maybe the attractive Septima wasn't so bad. She didn't know her after all...Once Asuka told her she was married, Myza-chan respected it. She'd take a few steps back and Asuka's lips parted slighted almost as if she were going to say "whoa". The teal haired arrancar blinked confusedly at her words upon first hearing them. D-Did it suddenly become that easy to ward people off?! Did the Sexta position like, automatically do that?! Stupefied, Asuka shook head a bit. Wow, maybe people, save for Cierro, get it! This was gonna be a nice party where she could get some good, clean wholesome fun. Asuka sighed happily. Only good things could happen, right?

Wrong. Of course Rio is grumpy. Couldn't he be grumpy somewhere else? When he addressed her though, she only sighed. Here we go. Another jerkface who happened to be that deadly combination of bored and violent was here. Whoop-dee-doo. Still, she'd give him a smile, he was a familiar face and Asuka was always happy to see one. Not only that, but he never tried to touch her inappropriately. So, the Quinta was absolutely good in her book. Even through his scathing words and rotten attitude...and the fact he always liked to fight and just be an overall joy kill... Asuka could appreciate the fact that he actually came to her party. "Hiya Rio! Glad to see ya came!" she smiled and waved to him.

"Yes yes we are new." Asuka's attention was then immediately turned back to the intriguing pair. She blinked and smiled at the girl who twirled and flipped. With the same childlike wonder, Asuka stared. Her lips slightly parted in amazement. The one that flipped seemed to be the more energetic of the pair. Her name was Shiryou. Her introduction though... that made the Espada feel just a teensy embarrassed. Stature. Haha. Asuka grinned sheepishly. The other girl was introduced as Iraishin. They had each other it seems. Iraishin and Shiryou. Hm. That's interesting. But she is soooo mean to mean, making me starve when my tummy is like 'Roar' and Aahhh!" Asuka laughed. "Awh! Ahaha! You know there's plenty of food about! You girls should definitely help yourselves to some yummy treats!" said excitedly. Asuka herself loved food but she had plenty already. Not only that but everyone else had to enjoy some too!

Asuka noticed the girls attire and made a point to get them some actual clothes. She was not about to have Kuroi on her ass again. Not with the whole nudist bullshit. Nope. Those days were gone. It wasn't even like she wanted to be nude. Asuka had some serious nasty luck at some points. Wait... well, she didn't need to. They were newborn arrancar from the looks of it. Oh! Asuka really wanted to help them. She knew what it was like to be a newborn arrancar. It sucked. All the blood, sweat and tears it took to get where she was now really was something. Iraishin then spoke. "So you were away for a long time? That is somewhat funny since it has been at least two days since we woke up." Asuka nodded happily. "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I needed a bit of a vaycay. I had to get just a biiiit stronger. Aha! But wow! You guys are newborn arrancar. I myself was like that once. It's tough but.. with the right guidance, you guys can definitely make it in a place like this"

They were a lucky pair. Asuka's guidance was Kuroi and we all know that was its own version of hell. Grateful she was.. but that wasn't without being terrified of the fearsome Segunda. Asuka went from newborn to Segunda's fraccion to Noveno and finally, to Sexta. It was a hell of a journey. Asuka watched Shiryou flip over like the little acrobat she was and clapped; clearly amazed. The Espada's body jolted considerably at Shiryou sliding her finger up her thigh. Asuka looked at the more energetic twin as she spoke. "Of course we would love to be your friends. What is your name Miss Big Bounce?" Asuka blinked and blushed again; clearly embarassed. B-Big Bounce? Asuka looked down at her own chest. W-Was it that big?! Asuka shook her head. Oh that's right! She had to introduced herself! "I'm Asuka Tan'O! Sexta Espada! Nice to meet you girls!" Asuka jumped up and down excitedly. Yay new friends!

I really must apologize Mistress. Shiryou was not born with a mind, so I am the one with who has the common sense that she lacks." Asuka just laughed it off. She wasn't offended in the slightest. She bent down to their level, putting a hand on each of their shoulders smiling warmly. "It's fine! Aha! You girls are somethin' new! I like that! We don't see a pair like you two often!" it's true. Asuka couldn't detect malicious aura from them. Maybe she was naive to believe it? Nawh! Asuka trusted her gut! These girls were good. They didn't seem power hungry or blood lusty like the others here. Suddenly, Asuka would feel Kuroi's presence leaving. She stood up straight and sighed. "Ah. He left.. Shoulda known. Aha!" Welp, parties weren't Kuroi's style anyway. At least he showed up for a bit, right?

"That was my old boss. The Segunda Espada, Kuroi Naito. He... is something to worry about a bit.. but still a good man." she said patting their heads, trying to reassure them. Li Mei came through the doors with her hands in her pockets and made her way over to Asuka. Li Mei never got to give Kuroi her present. In fact, the box with the tie was in her pocket. Li Mei was completely upset with that whole exchange outside with Kuroi and Grimoire. She wanted to cry. Li Mei saw emptiness in Kuroi's eyes; not a trace of the man she used to know was there and yet, she still believed in him. There was no way he could be gone for good. Despite the red haired fraccion's feelings, she still presented a smile. It was her master's party and she would never want to ruin it. "Oh! Girls! Meet one of my fraccion! This is Li Mei! She pointed to her excitedly, grinning.

Li Mei would look at the twins with curiosity. Taking a deep bow she introduced herself. "Ni hao. My name is Li Mei!" She rose from her bow with a smile. "Hm...Say, since you girls are new to this place...Why dontcha tag along with me? Would that be okay? Honestly, I'd hate to see you girls around uhm...that..." she pointed at Cierro who, while he was a nice guy, was a bit too much of a pervert and quite frankly, he was really creepy. They were such nice girls and if they fell into the wrong hands? Well, that'd outright suck. Not only that, but Asuka liked being the one to help people out and get them on their feet. She'd done it for a human named Amare. Sure he was a bit of a hopeless romantic and was on a bit of a Li Mei-kick but he was a good guy. The same went for Gen and Aimo. Aimo hid in her room for YEARS until he took the form he was in. Now, he was her fraccion... but still a puppy in a sense. He was a delicate individual.

"I get that people like Kuroi are scary but not all of us are so bad y'know! You both can be my fraccion! Iraishin AND Shiryou! I don't wanna split you guys up aaaaaand, the more the merrier! Right, Li Mei! Oh man! Li Mei makes cookies for EVERYONE! She's really good at makin' gingerbread cookies though! Sometimes.. Ican'thelpbutscarfthemdownbutonlycausethey'resogood!" Whoops. A bit too excited there eh, Asuka? "But yeah! It'll be lotsa fun!" She ended with a cheesy grin. Li Mei nodded happily and pointed to a table behind them with a tray of cookies. "I e-e-even made that batch over there! Oh...I hope everyone l-likes them" the redhead stammered nervously. Li Mei was a nervous wreck. A shy nervous wreck that loved to bake. Thought of a little party of fraccion made the Sexta want to squee. Can you imagine how much more fun pillow fights and missions and snowballs fights are gonna be now!? SO. MUCH. FUN.

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Oh yeah. That Octava was done for. No one really needed to say much. He was a nuisance and honestly? She could agree with the puppy dog on this one; a disgrace to the Espada. Huh. Were they so special? Yeah, Asuka got stronger. That much was true but... she wasn't good enough. Miho felt like she could do better. She felt like she could exceed Kuroi's expectations. She could go a little higher and secure the perfect spot for herself. But, was it truly worth it? It seemed like a lot of pointless bullshit to put up with. Arhellai was a moronic nut. Cierro was...well, Cierro. The Septima was a drunkard who had a thing for daddy dearest and Asuka just barely made the cut.

Disgraceful. But, it got better from there. She smirked at the man and looked at him with wicked malice. Banter with this one always was fun. Everything about her screamed that she clearly wasn't afraid of him; that she carried a certain pride and power with her. She was Espada worthy and she knew it but she felt no need to be it. Still, she knew his feelings on her; She was fraccion and therefore was trash. She was above it but still trash in his eyes which, quite honestly, was a pathetic frame of mind. It almost annoyed her. She belonged to the best and he didn't seem to accept that. It almost made her want to fight him again. Not that that wasn't a plan already, it was. But she almost felt the need to beat it into him that she could be something terrifying.

"Oh, look at this! The prodigal failure makes her return." Her smirk grew. Miho wasn't without a vicious smile but it just seemed to grow at the smart mouth of the man. Little puppies should know their place, shouldn't they? Heh. "How cute. Seems you've barely managed to keep yourself up around..." Her face turned into something of disgust as she turned her head to the rest of the lower tiered espada before looking back, locking her she-devil gaze with the Quinta once more. "Them.." Miho got more and more irked at the antics of the others. This was such a stupid party. There was no fuckin' reason to be here honestly. Even Kuroi saw that. She saw Marc and now she could leave and go cause chaos like the little harbinger of destruction she was. "Huh...The Boss is gone.." she commented, stating the obvious.

If he was gone, there was nothing stopping her or the other Espada. Nothing. Maybe Adalo the Primera.... but he wasn't here. So, at the moment, there was no one. "You got my hopes up for nothing. I'd thought you'd died out in the wastes." She snickered darkly at first. "Me....die?" a velvety, slightly louder laugh escaped her lips. Why would he ever think she'd die out there? That idea of her succumbing to maggots outside of this place was absolutely hilarious to her. Miho was formidable. Much more than he might think. Her laughter died down. "There ain't no rest for the wicked, puppy dog. If I died out there, then that's saying a lot about you, isn't it?" She stepped closer to him, shoving the bottle of jack into his chest, hoping he'd grab it. She got nice and close to him, right in his face. "Don't kid yourself, Rio. You missed me. You missed fighting me and you missed the shit talking. Heh. You're almost glad I'm back." Vocals dripped with their usual venom.

The two glasses in her hands lightly clinked against each other and she backed off once she finished. Taking a moment to look at him, she smirked. On the heel, the hellion turned for the door. "You comin' or what?! This party's fuckin' pathetic." she spat out loud before heading for the door, somewhat hoping he'd follow along. Hey, he was entertaining. Maybe she'd get her fix for a nasty fight and some trouble. Maybe.

[Rio Demonliogalgo]

Rio merely shot a nod in Asuka's direction in response to her overenthusiastic greeting. Very much a "yes, I am acknowledging your greeting, and have no further inclination to chat with you. And no, I'm not going to crash this party any harder. Minus the somewhat gory and bleeding Octava Espada. But hey, I'm doing you a favor with that." Ok, maybe not that complex a nod. But that's what he was thinking. Oh and there was a "I see you're back" in there too. Not a welcome back, just a "Oh, you're back. Whatever." Anyways though, someone else was talking to her. His little banterfest with Miho was continuing. And hell, that was the most entertainment he was getting out of this place so far.

He noted Miho mock the notion of her dying, and what it would say about him. "Saying a lot about me? Why's that? As I recall, last time we had a run in, you were bleeding out on the floor." He retaliated at Miho. Psh. Rio missed her? What a joke. He barely knew her. They'd run in a few times, and about the only thing Rio could say about Miho that was remotely positive was that she had a better mindset for an arrancar than 90% of the rest of the individuals here. Miho, himself, Kuroi, Adalo and Myza. That was about it. All the other arrancar, Espada included were embarrassments to the once proud name of Las Noches. And Rio hoped he'd get to see them all burn before the end. Or just die. Either one would work just fine for him. Feh. Worthless garbage. So yes, Miho was privvy to a very small club of Las Noches, being on the "Rio doesn't entirely despise your existence" list.

As Miho shoved a bottle of liquor into Rio's chest, the Quinta grabbed it, glancing at it and noticing the two glasses. He gave a half-hearted shrug, as Miho headed off to the door. Well, whatever. Rio had made his appearance, his curiousity was sated, and with Kuroi gone, there was nobody else worth talking to anyways. Rio followed behind Miho, and, assuming that Cierro had been dropped at some point, whether by Miho's kick, Rio's shockwave, or Myza's Bala, made sure to step on the Octava as he exited. Rio caught up to Miho in a few strides, glancing at her, half expectantly. Well, she'd obviously wanted him to accompany her-- something Rio ESPECIALLY wasn't used to. Most individuals (wisely) did their best to keep their distance from him, and really, only Kuroi and Adalo had ever had what could actually be called a "conversation" with Rio. Well. A civil conversation anyways, the slew of insults and responding banter that Rio exchanged with Cierro almost everytime they crossed paths hardly counted.

"So where exactly did you think you were going, witch?" Rio pressed Miho, being sure to conclude the line with a quick insult. 'Twas his way and all. "Why do you think you're not gonna be wasting my time?" He added, with a slight narrowing of his eyes. Obviously they were drinking, and hell, there was nothing wrong with that. The two things Rio didn't have an abject hatred of was wine and women. Well. Alcohol and women, but wine and women was nicer alliteration. Not that Rio was much of an English guy, but hell, his rper is, so wine and woman flows much better. Still, despite that detail, it just wouldn't be Rio if he didn't treat any excursion with at least a little hostility and suspicion. That was just the way the Quinta Espada was. Sure. He could have fun like anyone else (albeit in a bloodbath kind of way), but one didn't live as long as he did by just joyously hopping along with every invitation.

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"Saying a lot about me? Why's that? As I recall, last time we had a run in, you were bleeding out on the floor." They walked and talked. Well, Miho did. Her strides were calm and full of sweet, sweet violent arrogance. There was absolutely no way in hell she was going to allow Rio gain the upper hand in their little banter fest. Yeah, it was fun and all, but something in Miho didn't allow her to be second best...especially not to this mutt. She was going to continue to prove to him and show him that she didn't need the Espada title. That it was just a shit title. Hey. numbers 9 through 6 were doing a beautiful job of helping her make her case. Why she felt the need to... well, she didn't know. In fact, it irritated her that he thought like that. It was beyond the hellion as to why it bothered her so much... Hmph.

"Hn. As I recall, last time we had a run in, you had your tail between your legs cause you were afraid of a few embers." she snapped back; throwing his words back at him. She made sure he'd eat it too. Miho had a silver tongue and made sure that when she spoke, she cut her victims to bloodied ribbons. Though, she was sure he'd dislike it enough to hit her so she kept an eye out for any attacks. Not like it mattered... Miho could take anything he dished out at her; his words, his attacks...anything. Unlike various other arrancar; Miho was built for pain of every kind. Was he aware of that? Maybe. The man could punch. She knew that from experience and remembered what it felt like. She didn't fall over but it was one hell of a it.

He seemed like the type to try it again...Try it again for talking about his fears. Yes, Miho knew them. She knew all of them. She'd seen it before and it was amusing to her. She watched him grab the bottle of liquor and took that as a sign that he thought that not only was this party a dump, but the people here were annoying and it was time to find some form of entertainment before they created it themselves. Hey, she could be down for some mass destruction~ It seemed like a good time in her head. Miho continued to walk, the glasses in her hand making audible clinking noises as she moved. "So where exactly did you think you were going, witch?" To this, she simply turned her head and looked at him. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye and the she-devil just smirked wolfishly at him before looking away. Heh. Witch. Such a flattering name. Also fitting.

"Why do you think you're not gonna be wasting my time?" "You're following me, aren't you? You clearly don't think I'm a waste of time if you made it this far, puppy dog." Insult for insult. Her puppy dog for his witch. "You're not scared of drinkin' with me too, are you?" Miho stopped until she thought she found a good enough spot. A good spot in the corridors of Las Noches was a secluded spot with absolutely no morons lurking and lingering about. Of course... if they REALLY wanted to pass on by then by all means, they should try!... But they won't get through. Not without getting a taste of destruction from dear ol' Miho. She finally stopped and sat down, leaning her back against a pillar. Scarlet eyes looked at him with mild curiosity. What had he been up to while she was away? Oh, she couldn't just ASK him that out right... he had to go through a nice round of insults first. "You gonna open that or are you gonna just stand there like a moron?", she leaned forward and held up a glass for him to take. "...Well?"

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza didn't actually see the sole Akki in Los Noches leave, but she certainly felt it. A wave of relief instantly washed over the Septima after that, one that would be obvious to even those without Marcelius' emotion reading. Her entire posture would loosen up, all the held-up tension gone from her body. She was literally more relaxed than anyone in Los Noches had ever seen her.

A slight smile broke out over the Septima's face shortly after this, accompanied by a slight chuckle when Marcelius finished his first sentence. "I'm sure you would love an excuse to put your hands on me, wouldn't you, Marcelius?" She continued to chuckle after that, shaking her head some as she sat down in the seat Marc offered her. "And yes, by all means. Tend to my other needs, Marcelius. Make me feel... Better." She lightly took the glass after that, drinking a small amount of it, the smirk never leaving her face.

[Col Arana]

As Miho and Rio exchanged taunts, Rio's nose would pick up a new scent. A man, dressed in a black tuxedo, with a white dress shirt underneath it, black pants, and shoes... more or less the kind of man that dressed like Kuroi, walked past them. His hair was a glistening silver in the pale moonlight of Hueco Mundo-- a light that matched his waxen skin. An elegant longsword that seemed tapered like a rapier, hung at his side, and he continued walking past them, his wine red eyes scanning them only for a moment. He held himself like a gentleman, but anyone with half decent instincts would notice a feeling of malice emanating from him. A truly unsettling aura. But aside from the brief glance-- a gaze that lingered on Miho for a few moments, he did not bother them, and continued to walk in the direction of the party, a smirk playing on his features.

The Sexta Espada has returned. Wonderful. I had feared she was not coming back. And that would do my stomach no good at all~[/font]Col thought as he approached the party room. He passed through the doors of the party room, and scanned it instantly, noting the broken and crippled Octava Espada on the ground. His smirk grew only further. Perhaps there would be a chance for a meal tonight afterall! He noticed the Septima Espada in the corner of the room. Drunk, and innebriated. An easy mark. She was conversing with another arrancar, from whom Col did not note an Espada's power. In other words, unworthy of his time. And then he noticed Asuka. Col quietly and elegantly advanced through the room towards her.

"My humblest greetings to the new Sexta Espada." He remarked. "May I be among the few here tonight to welcome you home." He stated in an even tone. His tone was pleasant, but his eyes were looking at Asuka, like one might view a roast beef dinner. Or something like that. "It is pleasing to hear that the ranks of the Espada have not been left open for too long. A congratulations on your recent promotion, Asuka." He stated, in an eternally pleasant tone. One that spoke of familiarity with her.

"Mmmm. But where are my manners. We have not been properly introduced. My name is Col." He stated, taking Asuka's hand and bending down to kiss the back of it, in a gentlemanly fashion. "You of course, need not introduce yourself, for I know you and your Fraccion quite well." He added, working hard to keep his smirk under control. "It appears that I am not the only one who wished to extend their congratulations. It must be wonderful to be loved by so many." He stated, his hands now folded behind his back.


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Rio paused for a moment, before jabbing Miho in the side with his elbow. Hard. "What was left of you after I was finished would disagree." Rio challenged, joining her and leaning on a separate side of the same pillar as her. "Scared of drinking? With you?" Rio scoffed. "Can you even handle a single round?" He mocked her. Stupid witch.... Then he caught the scent of someone on the air, and his eyes turned slowly. He noted Col pass by the two of them, and glared at him. That was one he didn't like the look or feel of. At all. He almost felt like throwing a challenge at him, and smashing his head through a wall. Wisely, though, the pansy kept on going and didn't stare at the two of them for long.

"I doubt you'll be able to even make it past your second glass, so don't bother trying." Rio said as he took the glass from her and cracked open the bottle. He poured himself a glassfull and then passed it back over to Miho, with a smirk. "The only shame will be in admitting your nature as trash. But that's only natural for someone like you." He continued to mock at the Fraccion. Or... former Fraccion? Rio hadn't bothered to find out if Kuroi had taken her back. It didn't matter to him at all.[/i]

[Cierro Muerte]

Myza’s bala was swiftly avoided by Cierro as he leapt to his feet the instant Myza had pointed at him. He would not bother that dangerous woman, at least for the time being. He was probably lucky her mind wasn’t 100% about her or she might have been able to actually hit the slippery 8th. Rio’s shockwave had sent the espada flying through a wall in the particular room the party was taking place in leaving a rather defined Cierro-shaped hole in the wall. Many of the partygoers would undoubtedly turn their heads at the sudden violent outburst by one of the espada’s most insecure hotheaded lamebrains. Rio had the personality of one of those no-name, dumb-looking villains in shounen anime that are extraordinarily large whose only purpose is to get beat up by an important character with relative ease. “DURRR, BOSS SAID TO CLOBBER YA” is something Cierro could imagine Rio saying, in fact the thought of it tickled him. Cierro reminded himself to videotape a clip of him disguised as Rio acting exactly like that and sending it to the Quinta’s quarters. Did Rio even have a television? Cierro would have to find out as he’d never made it a point to sneak in. He really had had no motivation until now.

Either way, onlookers would undoubtedly be watching the hole Cierro’s body had created in the wall until they realized Cierro apparently wasn’t coming back. Rio, believing he’d dealt with the espada, went to go talk to guests in an attempt to be social, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. It seemed like he and Miho had a brief back-and-forth before leaving the party. Oh well, that was fine with Cierro. He’d mess with Rio a bit more before getting back to trying to get himself laid. “Wow, you’re bad at this whole interacting thing, aren’t you?” bluntly stated Cierro with a grin from atop Rio’s head. Neither Miho or Rio had noticed it before, but Cierro had somehow gotten himself perched on top of Rio’s head completely unharmed as he poured himself a glass of the alcoholic beverage. “Next time please don’t attack me without warning, we need to get along, Riko-chan” said Cierro in happy voice, totally messing up Rio’s name on purpose. Cierro leaned down and whispered in Rio’s ear just loud enough for Miho to maybe pick up what he said, “By the way, while I was transformed into a flea, I totally pooped on your head, haha!”

With that the espada disappeared again before Col would be able to annoy him with another attempt at his life. On his way back to the party decided to step through the hole he’d made in the wall only to find a new addition to the party as well as cookies! Ignoring Col, Cierro appeared right before Li Mei, grasping her tender hands in his. “You made these? Then I shall try one! Here! I have an idea!” said Cierro, excitedly as he grabbed a cookie and placed it between the fraccion’s teeth so that it stuck out of her mouth a ways, “You feed it to me...” Cierro’s eyes immediately switched to what one might refer as “bedroom eyes” and he moved in to essentially attempt the whole Lady and the Tramp spaghetti move on her. Maybe someone would intervene.

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Asuka sure loved these twin girls. She could REALLY get used to having them around. They were kind of like a breath of fresh air! Though, everything is when you return from a long soul searching trip. Then again…TWINS ARE SO COOL. Asuka reassuringly rested her hand on both of their heads. They were like younger sisters to her. She loved siblings! Asuka didn’t think of her fraccion too much as subordinates. They were her friends. She didn’t want them to obey her and do things she asked because she commanded it; she wanted them to do it of their own free will. She wanted people that wanted to be around her and people that were free. Being free was nice after all~ She was so busy playing around with them that she almost missed the eerie presence of a new face.

"My humblest greetings to the new Sexta Espada. May I be among the few here tonight to welcome you home." Asuka blinked curiously, and turned to fully face the stranger. “I’ll just be a moment, girls! You guys hang tight and get yourselves something to eat!” She said to the twins before giving the man her undivided attention. Asuka smiled brightly at him; she was warm, welcoming and very friendly. “Thanks!! Aha!” she chirped excitedly! Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy. Just hearing people call her “Sexta” was amazing! It made her light up and it gave her butterflies in her stomach. Wait… why was she nervous? She’d never been nervous before! Maybe it’s this new title… Or the way he was looking at her. For about a fraction of a second, his gaze matched one person she’d known in the past. One person she’d despised with a true passion; Asa Escudo. That gaze that stared, analyzing her petit figure hungrily like a man with a hidden, almost carnal desire… It felt like the Escudo.

But that’s such a pointless thought! They’re all dead! HAHA. Not only that, but Shinsei dragged that one guy out of hell just to torture one of them. Those guys were as good as toast. It then dawned on her he said the world humblest. “Humblest?” Her jovial expression dropped immediately once she’d heard the strange word. She took a step closer to the strange man. “U-Uhm..” she began, looking quite worried, “I don’t know what that word means… but I’m married..” she spoke in hushed tones, thinking she might embarrass him or rather.. herself if she said it out loud for whatever silly reason. "It is pleasing to hear that the ranks of the Espada have not been left open for too long. A congratulations on your recent promotion, Asuka." She was back to her normal self again, nodding her head excitedly. “Uh huh! Uh huh! It took lots of hard work, blood, sweat, tears, nightmares… much more blood…Uh..Yeah! I’m finally here, aha~!!” Memories of a certain time when Kuroi trained her… It was the kind of thing you’d see in a real horror film.

"Mmmm. But where are my manners. We have not been properly introduced. My name is Col." Asuka’s cheeks had the faintest, rosy tint at his little uh…His…er…kissing the back of her hand. She was skittish; looking around nervously, not used the gesture at all. She smiled a little; the thought of making new friends made her happy. Asuka liked having lots of friends period! “Nice ta meetcha n’ greetcha, Col! I'm still Asuka Tan'O!” ..She still introduced herself. She placed her hands on either side of the belt that kept her whips captive and fiddled around with the edge. Huh. He knew her and her fraction. She’d never met him before until now… Yay, new friend! Smile grew wider and she linked arms with him for a moment, dragging him alongside her. “Hey! You must be hungry right?” She asked, waiting expectantly for an answer. “We have tons of food for you and everyone else here to eat! You shouldn’t be shy at all! Just go on and take a bite!” She ushered him over to a table filled with food. “What would you like to eat? Everything here is really good!”

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Miho taunted him every now and then. Rio, of all people was not going to escape that silver tongue of her. Of course, it all came to a stop when some freak walked past her. She made eye contact with him, her violent gaze against his malicious one. Miho already didn’t like that pansy. It almost seemed like he was checking her out but not in a good way. Not at all. If anything; he looked like he wanted to literally have a bite of the rotten apple that was her. Huh. She’d never seen his face before. Was he new around here? He seemed powerful. Of course, that didn’t intimidate Miho in the slightest. Miho looked at him like the next animal she was going to slaughter mercilessly. If he had any thoughts of coming near her, Miho swore she’d rip his head off. In fact, if he made any funny movements, she was already ready to pounce.

Vicious thoughts were interrupted with a jab to her side. To any weak moron, it would be painful. To Miho, it was nothing more than a hard punch. Nothing she couldn’t get over; her endurance was something to admire. “Hmph. There’s obviously plenty of me left if I’m still standing after that.” she mimicked his earlier move, jabbing at his side with her own elbow lightly. The question of drinking came up and poor, poor puppy dog… He obviously had no idea what he was up against. Once you partied with an animal like Nijuu Tentei; alcohol was equivalent to water. Still, she couldn’t help but raise and eyebrow and smirk playfully. “Says the man who’s all the way over there on the other side. I promise I don’t bite… much. Heh.” She grabbed the bottle and poured herself a glass, filling it. She damn neared laugh. “There you go, starting a fight you’ll never win… I’m surprised you even know how to count, puppy dog. Maybe I’ll give you a treat if you can count and drink past 3..”

Oooh…Fighting words…

She half smiled, grabbing the Espada’s arm. She demanded his attention. She looked at him challengingly; her piercing gaze locking with his. “You really underestimate me, dontcha? You think you’re so tough just because you’re the fricken’ Quinta. What do I have to do? Beat the shit out of every shitty Espada to show you I’m not trash?” She let go. He always seemed to do this. In fact, that particular little thing irked her. He’d struck a nerve. Always seemed to underestimate her… Just because she was a fraccion. She felt the need to show him that she didn’t belong in the ‘trash’ category. Why she wanted to prove him wrong was beyond her. She turned to look in his direction. Miho started to walk around the pillar, working her way over to him slowly, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. “Can mutts even drink at all….? Don’t make me laugh. You sure you can handle yourself, princess?… Or does Miho need to show you how it’s done?” Scarlet irises eyed him threateningly. “I guarantee you I can handle much more than you can.”

She shoved the bottle back at him. “Hn. You better hope you can hold your liquor, Rio. For your sake.” Oh she’d definitely make him regret it if he caved first. This was a drinking contest now. A drinking contest Miho was confident enough in winning. She raised the glass to her lips and started to drink. Ah.. Just one more taunt before the tipsy train started to take off. Well, she would have until that pervert Cierro came along. She watched the fool make even more of a fool of himself with great disdain. His presence made her volatile. “Next time please don’t attack me without warning, we need to get along, Riko-chan” She had to stop drinking right there. Riko-chan That was about the only amusing thing she heard come out of his mouth… and it would only last about 2 seconds before Miho moved, attempting to grab him and throw him into the wall. Sadly, it was too little, too late. She missed. He was gone.. and now she was awkwardly close to him. Time to taunt the beast again!

“…Riko-chan, huh?”

[Noriko 'Asuka"]

She already like these two men already. One was sucking up to Mistress Asuka and the other was being all touchy touchy with Li Mei. NO WAY. Nope. Nah-ah. Not going to happen. Not on their watch. Shiryou didn't hesitate to act in the shy Chinese woman's defense. Just the sight of him being all cool and clever and all this and all that was not going to fly with the two. "Hey slick, no touchy." Quickly the white haired Twin rushes to the side of their new friend and immediately chomps down on the annoying man's cheating hand. This will show him to be all flirty and touchy with one of their friends.

No matter how much the man will try to shake her or peel her off, she will be like a hollow fragment on a Arrancar's face. Even if the man managed to swiftly flee she will give him an ear full of bee-dohs and her invincible air slaps to shoo the horrid man away. Yes, that will do."Feed it to me' you say. . How about I feed you something," the child slobbers as she speaks. Placing a hand on her hip and the other pointing to the perverted looking man, "Keep your yucky hands off of Li Li you raging sex crazy hormone raging man." Saying so with a proud and tough tone that only a child can muster up. With her flat chest puffed out and cheeks plumped Shiryou stands her ground between the two before rushing over to Li Mei's leg ant gives the woman a big hug.

Looking as cute as she could with wide glittering eyes, Shiryou lifts her head to look up at the Chinese woman, "Li Li don't sex crazy doo doo head have his way with you. Shiryou and Iraishin will protect you and Miss Asuka. No matter what." Li Li is so cute and innocent, and will be shameful if someone like this pervert would do naughty things to ruin her tender nature. Not going to happen. Turning toward the perverted man Shiryou bears her teeth at him growling like a protective dog. "Shiryou won't let sex man touch Li Li."

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Shiryou was doing what she did best and that was being a total annoyance. This was a habit of hers. To never think and always act on what she was feeling. Jealousy, anger, and being overprotective of a new friend. Her twin was able to emit what they were they feeling while Iraishin on the other hand merely thought through their situations. And right now Shiryou was picking a fight with someone who they do not know for a shy timid girl. Although Li Mei did not appear to be hostile and had good intentions with her delicious. . . soft looking. . sugar tasty. . Ok, so the dark hair twin could see on a certain aspect why her sister would be fearful and somewhat careful over their new acquaintance. She was too shy and too soft spoken. No wonder why there was an attraction emitting from her. This, oh course, led to attracting predators, such as this lecherous man.

While her sister was dealing with the ignoramus Iraishin turned her attention toward there mistress conversing with strange male. Not as slick the other one that Shiryou was dealing with and respectful. But still, he was emitting something foul and the small Arrancar did not like it. She only moved silently close to her Mistress to observe the man closely. The two were speaking of things that confused Iraishin, such as Espada, but with a little time the twins will come to understand what some of these terms mean. Her apathetic eyes traced each movement the two made, observing their nature, their patterns, and habits. "Mmmm. But where are my manners. We have not been properly introduced. My name is Col." The man introduces himself to be named Col. Simple and adequate and nothing too fancy.

However, his mannerism is something that can be fixed. Watching him kiss the back of the Mistress' hand made something in Iraishins chest flare up. Which was something that was newly developed. Iraishin had never experienced this kind of emotion before. Come to think of it she had never felt anything up until this moment. Based on how Shiryou was acting out this was probably anger that she was experiencing. Indeed it was something new since just by looking at this was irritating her to the core. Her eyes reflected her inner rage as she silently followed the two toward the food table. Not saying anything Iraishin only glared at the man and waited until he did something to the Mistress so she have a reason to hit him.

[Marcelius]

(It is amazingly difficult...to write "unconscious flirt". Just sayin'...)

Standing amidst this gala of misfits, was one Arrancar whom thought himself well trained in the art of articulation. A man who valued the gift of gab he had discovered within himself, in these many recent months. Whatever the circumstance, was thought, he would be able to find his words! How wrong. How totally, unknowably wrong. For at this moment, he was struck both motionless and silent. It was hard to tell if he even still drew breath. Certainly if any air were flowing through his lungs, it was not making a sound. No no, not a single peep. But what was the reason for this sudden on set of mutism? Well, something truly astonishing. Obviously it would have to be something magnificent to render him so quiet. A phenomenon that he, nor any other, could have predicted. What affliction had befallen him, was twitterpation!

That old concept of infatuation, and the stupifying effects that it can have on otherwise sensible individuals. Oh, the ol fool had been hit by it hard. Out of no where. Without warning! The suggestive thoughts had been offered to him from the most unlikely of sources, an Espada. Oh, but not just any Espada. The notorious Mistress of Pain herself, Myzarphiston Synderfell. One of the most fetching of specimens to ever achieve the rank of Espada. Not only was she renowned for her title, her station, and for her looks...but also for a distinctly conservative outlook on relationships. There were quite a few who knew her opinions on fraternizing, and how seriously she viewed romantic interactions between individuals. Word of mouth would have one believe her quite chaste. Brutally so...given that she buralized others who were not.

Some thought it gave her the kicks that she denied herself otherwise, but...what truth can be made of rumors. So; despite the slang which describe her appearance, she was ironically quite cold. So for her of all possible individuals, to share a teasing -playful even- side, with someone like the geezer...fucking...mind...blowing. Such was the tragedy to which Marcelius found himself. On the receiving end of Myza's coquets. Unable to respond, properly, without his mind to aid him. Thus, a few moments passed with no retort. Just a surprised expression and slacked jaw. Certainly not a flattering face to be making in reply. Given a second longer, he seemed to snap from the trance. The warm smile he had before, turning into an amused...but wise smirk. Oh yes, the elder knew what this really was. Sure itcaught him unprepared, but now he had it pieced together. This was the work of liquor. A jest on behalf of a now stress free Septima. "Ah...ha-ha, the drink is already speaking for you, Septima."

As he thought of it...it made more sense. The alcohol had been hitting her rather fast, even before he managed to guide her to a seat. It only made sense that the effects were only to continue getting worse. That is what the water was for, to correct this atypical behavior. In the meantime, he could join her in the jokes and the laughs. Still, she got him good. Caught him way out of his element, made a right fool of the senior Hollow. Not surprising that she did, she possessed as much charm as any of their race could hope to have. That is what made it weird to see it shown. That said, poor Marc was doomed to get caught in her little play. After all, he had foolishly confessed to her at another time, how her appearance reminded him of someone his memories held in highest regards. Another way to interpret what he had told her in confidence, was that he had a long standing fancy for tan beauties with flowing dark hair. Honestly, he had quite a number of reasons to be drawn to the Septima besides her looks.

She was a self assured Espada, one who proudly held a highly coveted position. She had confidence in her own abilities; while also recognizing her opportunities for growth. She wanted what was better for their race as a whole; even if she selfishly desired to lead the way. Who could resist such a proactive, determined soul? Oy, but acknowledging his sentiments offered no form of protection. Nope. As unguarded as he was for her tease, so too was he unaware of the messages he had shared. Not only his preferences in looks, but also the rather suggestive words he spoke no more than a minute or two before. Clumsy old fella, speaking without thinking, setting himself himself up to trip. But maybe...maybe he could stave off that embarrassment a moment longer. For there was a change in the air, a very noticeable shift in the pressure. So noticeable was this transition, that Marcelius took his eyes off the tipsy Espada in his care.

Turning them instead, to the newcomer who entered the room. A pleasant enough looking fellow, dressed in a fine black uniform...perfect for this event. My my, were they supposed to wear proper tuxedos? Aaaaaand introspection set in. Suddenly he was unsure if he had dressed accordingly to attend the festivities. Considering the interactions between him and Mistress Synderfell, this was an appalling time to be attacked by self doubt. Making things worse was the curiosity. Observing this unknown Mask introduce himself to the guest of honor, he could not make out the individuals name or character. Why not? Certainly such tasks were quite easy for him...but all those times he was not so distracted by the provocations of a gorgeous woman. Hoo boy, he needed to get his head straight. Turning quickly from the mysterious newcomer, he came back to smile pleasantly for the resting Septima. "Here, let me fill that for you."

Offering to take the glass from her, to refresh it with that lovely -inhibitions restoring- aqua! Still painfully unfamiliar with wordplay, and the implications certain phrases can carry these days. Though his expression was accented by a smirk, it was hard to believe this rusty codger was capable of flirting back. Such really was the case. He lacked all education in such courtship or banter. But, that was a secret only he would be in on. But if the subjects of secrets must arise...then there was much to say. It seemed everyone at this party had their own. Whether it be nervousness. Deviousness. Lustful. Or even naivete. Hidden away inside, there was only what could be seen on the surface to be examined and guaged. Who knows how the world might interpret him. Actually, forget the world. Who knows how the intoxicated, unnaturally chipper Septima might interpret his intentions. "Do not worry, I will make sure you get all that you need." Funny how SINCERE words and intentions, can be so...wrought with innuendo.