Getting to know an ally (Open Social, R)

[Masa Kumasaka]

Masa would be lying in the warm sands of Hueco Mundo under this fake sun. He sighs and realizes that being new blood to the Espada means he needs to meet his comrades. He needs to at least know who they are before a big battle begins. He would slowly unzip his vest down to pull a cigarette out and slide it into his mouth. He puts the pack back into his vest, leaving his vest open to show the world his number 9 tattoo on his chest. He would pull a lighter out of his pocket and snap it open, lighting the cigarette. He would close up his zippo back up, sliding it into his pocket. He slowly gets up and makes his way slowly to the Espada's Floor. From there, he would arrive to see all the 10 doors. He looks around, breathing in and out his cigarette. Wow, he even sees his door. Number 9 is labeled on it but he simply sighs because there's nothing in his room. It's just empty space in it. Masa isn't sure whether to add anything in it or not because he really doesn't care for his own room. He would look to the other doors targeting Septima's door.

Masa would slowly approach that door, making his way to the door he wonders who the Septima Espada is. Is this person strong? Is this person smart? Just who could this person be remains a mystery which may leave them clueless to who he is. He is a new Espada after all to the entire Hueco Mundo. Only the superiors know who he is, and he's about to find out who these Espadas are, starting with this one. He would bang on the door with his fist to cause a loud enough noise to hear, he would breathe the cigarette in, hoping his comrade would greet themselves to him. He remains emotionless the whole time even if the Espada would answer the door.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

The sound of heels clicking rhythmically down the hall would precede the person coming down the Septima's hallways. If Masa turned to look, he would be confronted by the sight of a statuesque woman, one wearing a form-fitting white outfit that seemed to show off every single curve she possessed. She appeared to be dragging along a heavily injured Shinigami by one of his legs, and wrapped around her waist was a chain that seemed to be barbed at every possible surface. However, what would probably be of the most interest to him was the '7' tattooed upon her face. It was proof positive that this woman was the Septima Espada. She would simply glare at the Noveno for a moment before dropping the man she had a hold of.

"What are you doing, Noveno?" she would say, her voice seemingly happy, yet still possessing a definite edge to it. "Put that filth out. I won't let smoke sully my domain."

[Masa Kumasaka]

Masa turns as he hears that voice behind him... He turns around and notices that the Septima is actually a female. How could he figure, well it was obviously. He'd inhail more into his lunges as tells him to put his cigarette out. Well, fuck why do that? It's not like it's going to effect her anything, after all she is a damn Espada herself. Why can't she suck up? He'd put the cig between his fingers after she tells him to put that 'filth' out and he'd slowly begin to chuckle. He'd reply to her statement, "No smartass comment intended Septima, but it's not really hurting you. So why should I put out a perfect, soothing, soul cigarette?" he'd ask.

Masa glares at her and then looks at the crime scene she's brought back. Damn this arrancar brought back a hellish scene. Masa quickly looks up at her, awaiting a response back that's probably like 'Take that shit out' or 'Then you won't come in my lab'. Something that counter Masa's question.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza didn't even hesitate after the Noveno asked his question. With a quick movement, her free hand would go to her chain, "unsheathing" the weapon and swinging it towards him at her maximum comfortable speed. His slow reaction time would leave him hard-pressed to do anything in either retaliation or defense. Thankfully, she wasn't aiming to harm the man at all. No, the goal was to simply knock the cigarette out of his fingers. She didn't even so much as graze him while doing so either, though he would certainly be able to feel the air passing by him as the hook tore the cancer stick out of his grasp.

The chain would keep going after that, the Septima simply moving her wrist slightly to alter its path. It would end up wrapping back around her waist after the alteration in direction, all without bringing any harm to the woman herself. She gave the man a glare for a solid second before speaking once again.

"It is not hurting me you should be worried about Noveno," she would say with a practically verbal sneer, the bubbly tone still present. "In the future, remember that the way of Los Noches is that the weak do what the strong say, without hesitation. The next time you think one of my orders is up for discussion, I'll rip away more than a cigarette from you. Are we clear?"

[Masa Kumasaka]

He would stand there obviously not afraid of her as she moves in for the cigarette. She knocks the cigarette right off and it was no big surprise to him that she knocked it off. He slowly looked at her and gave her a face that showed no fear or anything of concern. It was clear now who she was and it was the type to show she's more powerful then him. Such a shame, he thought. He slowly walked past her and stopped beside her, "We're done here. There's no further need for a talk. You're clearly like the rest here, Septima." and he'd start to move forward.

His thoughts were annoyed that she was just like the rest. Though a hypocrite, he didn't like her attitude towards her own comrade. She was the kind to claim herself much more powerful then him but what if truth he could be more powerful? He'd think shamefully against the Espada slightly above him. He may be the weakest Espada but he sure has some kind of sense compared to most. He pulls another cigarette out but doesn't light it just yet. He's had it with her.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

There were many things that aggravated the Septima. Quincy, murder, propositions for sex, Carchaias' constant appetite... all of these and more could send Myza into a towering rage at the drop of a hat. But there was one thing that Myza truly despised: Those who did not know their place. After all, if you refused to follow your given purpose in life, then why should you even exist?

So when the Noveno decided to mouth off at her again, and actually stopped right next to her to do so, Myza took the only reasonable reaction in this case. She adjusted her grip on her chain to the hooked portion, and swung it towards the man's stomach at an upward angle. There was no casualness to this speed, no holding back. The Septima was moving at her full speed, and there was little that the Noveno would be able to do about it.

If he was hit, the hook would glide through his Hierro like it wasn't even there. While the cut would definitely be painful, Myza had avoided anything truly vital with her strike. Of course, this was not necessarily a good thing. After all, the Septima did have her reputation of being a torture expert, which Masa could clearly see thanks to the Shinigami she had just left on the floor behind her. Once the hook was in, the female Espada would simply lift up Masa off the ground with her weapon, adjusting it slightly so that she didn't simply cut the man in half as she did so.

"Perhaps the Trecera may be willing to overlook such blatant disregard for the order," the Septima would say, all cheer gone from her voice. "But I will not. Now then, seeing as how Kuroi has not initiated you yet, it falls to me to instruct you on the one universal truth. Those who are weak follow those who are strong. There is no questioning, there is no disagreements, there is no misinterpretation. You simply obey. That is your fate, boy. Do you understand?!"

[Masa Kumasaka]

He'd get no time to react at all to this. The blade quickly wraps around and as soon as he grips his sword to counter this, the end of her weapon goes into him. His eyes widen as he feels the blood ooze out. She'd simply adjust the weapon and pull him up in the air. His facial expression wasn't emotionless but instead in pain... She had him like a predator toying their prey. He could be killed any moment. She gave him a powerful lecture that could determine his life on it.

"Perhaps the Trecera may be willing to overlook such blatant disregard for the order," this made him lost. Was he supposed to be taught something? "But I will not. Now then, seeing as how Kuroi has not initiated you yet, it falls to me to instruct you on the one universal truth. Those who are weak follow those who are strong. There is no questioning, there is no disagreements, there is no misinterpretation. You simply obey. That is your fate, boy. Do you understand?!" He sensed fear instantly in himself. It was fear that couldn't cooperate with his mind. At the same time, he felt anger rush through his head.

He'd slowly reach over and grip the long weapon to where he can grip it and looks down at the Espada.  After a long few seconds, he lets off painful words, "Fine........" he says in agonizing defeat. He wasn't ready to die just yet and felt the pain rushing through his body. He felt blood escaping his body and dripping onto the floor. He wasn't pleased at all. He felt blood from his injury come down to his hand. It was clear enough that he was bent over for her but he was willing to let this slide. Of course, he has no choice. It's just another arrancar on his shit list.