Down the Corridor [Social, NDE, Open]

[Intenn]

The lone, red-headed Arrancar was walking through the halls. His crimson red hair bobbed with each step he had made. He was on floor 272, this was the place for the weaker arrancar. In terms of weaker arrancar, he was likely the weakest. Not even on the level of a gillian, an abnormality. His reiatsu was comparable to that of a weaker hollow. Maybe even lower than that. The arrancar continued walking. Thoughts going through his minds, wondering how he'd survive in a place like this. It was one of the few places in Hueco Mundo that'd allow him to exist here. It was one of the few places, that while he COULD get killed. This was also one of the places where the chance is lowered from one hundred percent chance of death to something lower.

He was short in stature, compared to a normal person, but with the other low-level arrancar, who had more monstrous appearances. He seemed to be downright minuscule compared to them. His feet were bare, although, at the bottom of his soles, blood red stains could be seen. They have dried a long time ago, yet the color made it look fresh. His masked covered the upper right side of his face, all of it covered, aside from his eye. His eyes constantly looked around, his orange pupils darting around. He was pretty frantic, his heart was beating. A single bead of sweat went down the side of his face. He was unsure of if he'd be attacked, among the weak arranger, he was even weaker than the others. It was a fact he knew, and a fact he feared. Even if he was attacked, he'd defend himself, with all that he had.

His reiatsu was small, practically unnoticeable, compared to the average reiatsu. One would have to actually focus on him to notice. The Young arrancar was lucky, that people on this level seemed to have control over their reiatsu. He was certain that if they were like the gillian downstairs, that his own body would be crushed by just being around them. It was a sickening, thought, and not a way that he wanted to go. He didn't want to go anyway, but that way sounded painful, and pathetic. 



"Jeeze, this corridor feels larger today...."


As if on cue, his hand shot downward, to grab at the hilt of his blade. He looked around, noticing nothing, and continued to walk down the path he had in front of him. His eyes continued looking around for any attacks, people or anything unusual.  His eyes looked around for any place he could be alone, any place that he didn't necessarily need to worry about anyone attacking him. His grip tightened on the zanpaktou, being warier as he walked down the corridor....

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{Stats}
Strength - [30] Points

Speed - [50] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [50] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] Points

Light Aura - [40%] Points

Dark Aura - [60%] Points

Instinct - [50] Points

Senses - [40] Points

Energy sensory - [30] Points

Healing Expertise - [50] Points

[Sargon Denumic]

Sargon walked throughout the halls of Las Noches growing all the more tired of the same appearance wherever he went throughout his stronghold. Every single hallway looked the same with nothing setting any of them apart from the others. He had been in Las Noches for far to long and he needed something new to grab ahold of his attention. He had been sending Aurora and Zegram on assignments as well as taken on another new Fraccion or Fraccion two girls that he hoped would bring him more entertainment in the near future.

It seemed that his head aches were getting worse though and the entertainment that he got from watching how his Fraccion continued to grow in strength and realize the potential that he has seen in all of them. Even something as entertaining as watching fate accept your own decrees was growing boring and he didn't understand why. Perhaps it was time that he got out and started to destroy what his foes called their own. A difficult battle was something that'd probably fix his boredom.

The Espada was locked in thought over this while in an irritated mood moving without actually giving any attention to his surrounds aside from the walls of the hallway. There were a few other Arrancar on this floor at the moment and two of them just seemed to be dumber than the normal servant. They had managed to think that they're obliviousness to the surroundings was excuse enough for bumping into Sargon. Sargon's attention was immediately ripped away from his thoughts as they both stood there with angry looks to their faces that only seemed to shift immediately into freight.

The Arrancar that was worrying about the others killing him on this floor would hear over the next few moments the sounds of these two Arrancar screaming in agony as they clung to themselves on the floor. He'd more than likely rush towards the sound of screaming and find them there they're bodies bright red with blisters all over them as they shook so pathetically on the ground. Sargon was walking away further down the hall at this point when he suddenly would stop and turn around and look at the red head. "It's in your best interest to leave them Child. They need to atone for their actions by accepting my decree. So unless you wish to be judged as well I'd leave them be.

[Intenn]

The red-headed Arrancar was walking through the corridors. He heard the screaming, that while normal in Hueco Mundo, was a bit rare inside Las Noches, at least that specific sound of agony. It was a bit nostalgic, like hearing an old song that you don't quite remember any of the lyrics to, or the name, but the beats were the same. Intenn paused, standing right where he was. Normally walking to it meant that someone violent, strong, or both was there. At his level of power, he'd be easy pickings. Among hollows, it's a rarity to be just an innocent bystander. However, even as he thought these thoughts, he continued moving down the hall. He couldn't resist the urge to do so, even while his mind told him not to, he had to see what happened, there were just so many things that could've happened!

His eyes widened as what he had saw, two arrancar on the ground. Two, his mind wonders, that's about twice as many as he assumed. Even more strange, these two weren't covered in blood, though they seemed to have bruises? No, Intenn corrects himself, these two had severe burns. He looks around, taking in the area, no damage to the outside area, so it couldn't have been a cero, he looks back down. They don't seem to be missing large chunks of their body, so it couldn't be a Bala.

While lost in thought, trying to figure out this mystery, that caught his eye and seemed to distract him from the dangers of where he was. He noticed the 'culprit', though in this case, in the dog eat dog world he lived in. He practically did them a favor, by not wiping them out on the spot. Intenn stared at him, only realizing that he was being talked to, in the end of his first sentence.

"Oh....OH. Of course, I wouldn't. I mean, why would I bother doing that, I don't think my blade could cut through them anyway.

In his mind it made sense. Hurting other arrancar, and hollows while they were down, felt like, and sounded like the one, and the only thing he'd be expected to do. Help them? Why bother? He dosen't know these arrancar. Helping them didn't seem to give him any sort of gain, no power, no pleasure, no possibility to do something else. However, while he had no reason to help those arrancar, he did have a reason to start following this Espada. For now, he was the most interesting thing he's seen, and even if it took him away from the normal 'area' where arrancar as weak as himself usually were. He'd follow his curiosity, and this person.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

A slow clap would emerge from a side corridor further down the hallway, shortly followed by a woman that would be familiar to any of those who knew the Espada: The Septima, Myzaraphiston Synderfell. She was dressed in her traditional combat attire, a form-fitting white bodyglove that left none of her curves to the imagination. Her zanpakuto was wrapped around her waist, serrated barbs jutting out from each and every link that made it up.

"Bravo," Myza said in a dry tone, her face unamused as she walked towards the Trecera and Numeros. However, she didn't even seem to notice anyone other than Sargon, her gaze falling straight upon him. "You have injured children, Lord Sargon. Truly a task worthy of your skill. Perhaps you should burn that one as well for daring to be so familiar with you as well? After all, you are the Trecera. Respect is due to you, is it not?"

[Sargon Denumic]

He had onmly just finished speaking or more along the lines of flat out warning this Arrancar thatg had just walked into the hallway and seen the two other Arrancar on the ground when Sargon could see the look of surprise in his eyes. This individual was a small one that appeared to be very young and the way that he stood gave away that he was rather lacking in experience. Probably a new Arrancar that only a short time ago had been a Hollow. Sargon had gave his warning and it seemed that this one was smart enough to know that helping wouldn't be the wise choice.

His own response though was what brought at least some interest to Sargon. This child gave him a very simple yet apathetic answer as to why he wouldn't help the two on the ground. It was simply that there was no reason for him to help them. Sargon although in the past had met many who were much the same as this and yet over the course of recent years the ruthlessness of Arrancars and Hollows alike had diminished. Always trying to be the shinigami or the humans and ally themselves with others to make themselves strong enough through numbers. Sargon although lost interest in the child as he clearly stated he didn't believe himself strong enough to so much as cut them.

Many would assume it was because Sargon had a tendacy to only take interest in those of great power. However, in truth it stemmed from taking interest in those with grand potential like his present Fraccion. This one though was different even if he had potential that Sargon didn't know about he lacked the personality to bring that potential to reality. Admitting sadly that he was so weak his zanpakuto wouldn't so much as cut another Arrancar. He turned his back beginning to walk down the hall again when another made themselves present.

A slow clap could be heard roughly twenty feet from where Sargon now stood as he stopped and watched the arrival of another Espada. His eyes graced her appearance as they gazed upon her face yet the only thing one would see in the windows to his soul is boredom. The Septima began to speak openly remarking how Sargon had burnt the two Arrancar down the hallway. It seemed that she found it appropriate to critize his decree. His eyes grew stern as she continued to speak. "I do not seek the respect of children. A child as brash and ignorant as yourself can't fathom my decree. This one is following me whether he knows it or not so that one day he may know better than to make such blantant mistakes. I'm teaching all of the children there is more than enough room for you as well Septima." Sargon spoke making it painfully obvious how he felt towards the Septima.

[Intenn]

Intenn's eyes momentarily widened, as he heard the claps. His eyes darted across the area, before realizing where exactly the sound was coming from. His orange eyes looked down in her direction. This was the Septima, which meant she was yet another strong Arrancar. Her words were sarcastic, and was filled with subtle mocking. He looked looked on at the two. He's seen his share of fights, started from these type of comments. He doubts the two will fight, or do anything of the sort. Though, even with his doubts, he guesses it wouldn't hurt to move away from the two. The arrancar began taking a few steps back, making a bit of a distance. Though he made sure to do it slow, and deliberately. If he moved too fast, then that'd cause its own trouble.


"Ah...uh, alright...."


For the first time in a while, he didn't want to say anything. There wasn't really anything that could, or should be said in this situation, that didn't have the potential to make it worse for him.

[Sargon Denumic]

It seemed that the Septima was at a lose for words as Sargon had waited for a few moments to hear some sort of insult thrown his way and yet there was nothing. So he walked passed her continued on his way throughout the halls of Las Noches like always. "Come with me Child. If you wish to learn there is much for me to teach." Sargon spoke back to the small male Arrancar that had been following him since he had burned those other two.

The boy was small and from his reiatsu more than likely hadn't even learned how to release yet, but the way that the boy kept himself showed that even if he was weak he could learn. He knew when to keep quiet and stay out of the way. This showed that he knew when someone was stronger than him which would allow him to get away under normal circumstances. Sargon didn't know if it was best to take him on as another Fraccion however having a Fraccion that was street smart was a welcome change of pace so if the boy wished to learning was his next step.