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PostSubject: Primera Returns   Wed Mar 09, 2011 12:04 am

The sands of Hueco Mundo were silent, almost unnaturally so. All that could be heard was the heavy sound of a mans feet bearing down upon the sand, one after the other.He walked as he always had; hands in his pockets as if enjoying a morning stroll. the only difference was the stroll had taken a year to complete. Escher had just returned from his campaign to recruit new Arrancar. Sadly, as noted by the lack of another presence, he returned empty handed. His mind was set on a rather disturbing but rather unnoticeable change. the thought almost chilled him to the bone of its meaning. He would bring it to the Hollow Kings attention at once as to further solve the matter.

As he reached the Gates of Los Noches he wondered what all had changed in his absence. It wasn't unlikely that he would be gone for 5 years if not long. that being said, he was terrible early in his quest. This would surely invoke a negative response from the king but he was prepared to take it. Being the espada that has held his rank the longest out of all the rest, he had learned to expect certain things. He opened the gates and familiarized himself with the warm artificial glow of the ceiling of the palace. "Just the way I remember." He says to himself. He had to block the light with his hand at first.He wasn't used to its blue sky and bright light, he almost forgot what it was. Despite it being so unnatural, he found it comforting whereas many hollows would not.

He quietly made his way into the palace chambers, being careful not to make himself to well known. He likes company and all but he isn't a fan of outright attention. He prefers more subtle company. He quickly made his way to the kings chambers, as he is one of the few Espada permitted to enter. Due to the Kings ill health, Most of the Espada have been denied audience with him in fear of assassination. Now, Only the Cero and the Primera may see him. Escher enters the chambers quietly and issues his report

It takes about ten minutes before Escher exits the chamber. The meeting went well as all of Eschers limbs were still functional. Escher's news disturbed the king as much as it did himself. An in depth study of the situation will be needed, in which case further study would be administered by himself. This matter is too delicate to be announced just yet and many wouldn't even understand its significance. Escher gradually walked toward a lounge area, located somewhere between his quarters and the Cero's. He wondered how long it would take Marcus to realize his presence was back, he enjoyed the man's conversations. He was also to be debriefed of the situation, as of the Kings orders. But Escher would get to that after so nice friendly conversation. For now he just laid down on a couch and relaxed. He had been walking for nearly a year, he was quite tired and a rest was just what he needed. He knew he would meet the others soon but he wasn't in a rush. Atleast not today anyway.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:19 pm

The sun, it shown so brightly, at least, such was the appearance in the least, the illusion of day and night existing within the alabaster halls of Las Noches so strangely. Towers rose at varying heights and widths, the courtyards below seemingly devolving into less and less activity as time came and went, the sun above "setting" slowly as hours came and went, all changing except for the presence of a single individual. From the ground he looked a speck in the distance, but no matter the distance, the identity was clear to those familiar with his power, the man who bore the number of zero upon his right hand, Marcus sat casually atop his own tower, well outside of his quarters, stone gaze watching with an impassive self as the hours came and went with each second that passed in turn. His mind was lost in the thought of his own machinations, of his own desires and thoughts, and of his own memories. His mind was the drifter type when left alone to its own devices, the calm demeanor and approach in the sanctity of his own self often gifting him with his best moments of insight. Yet, there was nothing to be insightful for at the moment, other than a recognition of the Hollow King's illness, a factor that kept the darkest recesses of Marcus' mind at a sense of alert anticipation for the old man's death and the opportunity for finally claiming an unquestioned hold on the halls of Las Noches without the need of "permission" from a weathered and ill old man whose own bloodlust had led to the deaths of so very many.

Wherever one would think his mind to wander to though was an unnecessary thing when the sudden show of reiatsu made itself present within the walls of Las Noches once more. It was one not felt for, a year? Had it been a year already? It seemed so, time was something that came and went as easily and timely as the wind did blow, one's perception of it almost lost in the life offered within Las Noches. Escher Gunari, the Primera Espada had finally returned from his extended absence credited to the expansive desert of Hueco Mundo and the King's call to arms and need for recruitment from the sands themselves. So, the man's mission was finished then? Marcus could not sense the presence of any others with the distant Primera, a feeling of only the solitary source telling the man full well that the mission itself was a failure at the most basic level. Temptation to flee from his tower in favor of approaching the Primera pulled at Marcus momentarily, before he recognized the path of travel Escher had placed himself upon, the man heading straight for the Hollow King's chambers. It seemed the man was reporting most loyally to the King's unspoken call with due haste, an admirable and contemptible trait at the same time. No, Marcus did not hate the man, he even viewed the man as the honorable warrior he was, but there still lingered a small sense of contempt in his hollow heart for the contribution Escher's presence had on the day that Marcus lost the colony that had devoted itself to him and to the goal of living free of the hunt and dangers their stereotype so often brought upon the heads of "innocent" hollow.

Regardless of his own emotions on the matter, Marcus remained the Cero Espada after the most timely slaughter of the monster who held his rank previous to his arrival to Las Noches. It was because of this, any matter regarding the Espada was something that was often referred to him in place of the Hollow King, the Cero often declaring faction decisions on his own in place of the King if the old man were too ill to speak. His given position required him to follow after the Primera, at least, after Escher left the King's quarters, an earlier meeting with the less than pleasurable company of the aged fool killing any desire to approach the man once more in a single day. Quiet and devoid of a present emotion, Marcus simply vanished from the rooftop of his tower, traveling across the expansive sand courtyard of Las Noches and through the halls themselves until arriving at the wing itself that housed the King and from where he last felt the presence of Escher's self. No doubt, a conversation would be had, such was simply a courtesy to be given and had between those only two in all of Hueco Mundo who were of permitted authority to approach the Hollow King freely and command the hoards of hollow and arrancar at Las Noches' disposal.

The lazy steps of sonido halted short of the entrance to a somewhat public lounge area, one often used by the passing arrancar or hurried fraccion to gain whatever sense of relaxation they so willed. A casual palm reached upwards, brushing through Marcus' wild hair to slick it back once more before retiring the appendage to his pocket and stepping forward to the light itself, chilling eyes acknowledging Escher's appearance first, following it a word of greet. "The prodigal Espada returns I see, and early at that." A gaze observed Escher up and down for but a moment as the Cero continued to approach until within arm's length, right arm extended forward to lock wrist with Escher as per Roman tradition of old. "All limbs intact as well, but I see you remain as alone as you were on your departure. It seems the year was less than fruitful then?" Such questions and pleasantries seemed oh so repetitive and and unnecessary at times, but in some cases, they were as necessary as a word was in and of itself. He had wondered over the solitary return of Escher, more importantly, of the early arrival as such. Rare was the occassion that the man before him ever returned empty handed, so what made him do so thusly? One could only guess and imagine.


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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:46 pm

Escher shifted his gaze to Marcus as he walked toward him. A smile spread across his face as he heard the mans words. Escher meet the mans arm with his own left and used it to lift himself off the couch. He expected the man to come soon but Escher hadn't even had a chance to close his eyes. He must have seen him walking into Los Noches, no doubt he was thinking may questions. As soon as Escher was on his feet he let go of Marcus's arm. "All your limbs seem to be intact as well, the sands seem to favor us brother." He said with a grin as we walked past Marcus. He stopped a few feet away and turned back to him again crossing his arms as he did so. "I spent eleven months searching for potential members to join the arrancar race. The Vasto Lorde are harder to find than they once were, we have your predecessor to thank for that." Escher said rather bluntly. He wanted to see the effect had on the Cero. He wanted to know if the acts against his colony still bothered him, he would then judge his grudge against himself based on his reaction. It was true he played a small part in the colony's destruction, but he didn't wish for it to go as badly as it had. He did enjoy Marcus as the new Cero though, that he didn't keep to himself.

He let the comment settle for awhile before walking back to his previous position. He put his hands to his side as he walked and looked relaxed. He knew the Espada had questions, He had probably seen him go and talk to the King and knowing that he was uninjured from the meeting that he had good reason to return empty handed. He figured the Espada would ask soon if not now. Escher decided to start the conversation about it, since he had to debrief him anyway. "I guess your wondering why I came back so soon huh?" Escher said to him rather coldly. He knew it was on the mans mind. He usually didn't come back for 5 years and even if he did come back early it was because he had amassed a large number of arrancar. His method of recruitment was effective but much slower than normal but the King didn't mind as long as the quality was top performance. He knew the conversation would be tense now and he hoped they could return to more friendly matters instead of the duty aspect of it as soon as they were done. He also wondered if any of the other Espada might join the topic, although it was unlikely considering where they were, so close to the king and everything.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Thu Mar 10, 2011 7:18 pm

Marcus felt the grasp of Escher's hand against his forearm, the Primera pulling himself from his seat and to an "even" level with Marcus. Though, the man was slightly dwarfed by the Cero, Marcus rising above Escher a full eight inches in height. Nevertheless, despite the necessity for the roman man of old's need to tilt his head downward at the slightest, the man before him was to be treated as an ally within the walls of Las Noches, and such things were to be respected so long as the King remained in power and position, even in his sickness his word was law. Still, the spines of deep-seated hatred and wicked desire for a full retribution poked at the most stalwart defenses of logic in Marcus' mind at the mention of the long begotten colony, the temptation of a physical or verbal outburst taunting him within the confines of his mind. Still, a disciplined mind existed readily within this man, Marcus' free hand tensing ever-so-slightly as his own physical outlet at the memory, his face showing a lack of emotion beyond that of the lightest nod of acknowledgment. "Such is the product of wanton destruction in the absence of logic. Many forget their individuality as they become drunk with their own power." An appropriate response, enough to give a wiser hint of his displeasure for the subject and a warning all in the same, the subtlety proffered by the Cero's common remarks one to be picked up on for those who bore enough intelligence to do so.

Truth be told, any likelihood of finding any new Vasto Lorde was highly unlikely, even for them being rare already. The slaughter that took place within the colony of hollow and arrancar alike that was formed under the careful gaze and protection of Marcus was likely that which even further drove those of the Vasto class to an even nearer extinction or into deeper seclusion. The Vasto Lorde were not foolish beings, even in their arrogance in their power and pride, they rarely to never allowed themselves to be bought by those such as the Espada as they were, especially after the slaughters that happened under the name and leadership of Marcus' predecessor. Las Noches no longer existed as a place of hope and safety, but rather of dread and despair, it was a place whose meaning required change, if only the old fool would die. Still, such thoughts were his own, and ones kept silent and unknown thanks only to his nature of silence when necessary. Things of the recent and now were as important as his own plans for the future, at least, given Escher's change of demeanor, it seemed so.

"I may have pondered the quandary for a moment or two. It is rare enough for you to return empty handed, especially when one is as early in their arrival as you are now."

Marcus gleamed a notion of import, but an appearance of total interest was never his style nor his care to do so. Lest Las Noches itself was under attack by the Gotei or his own fraccion were under assault from another, rare was it that he sprang from a silent reserve into resolute and emotional act. "Even rarer is it that you waltz after the ill-tempered old man upon an arrival such as this. Have you amassed a scar the sands could not heal? Or..." Marcus looked after Escher's cold appearance, the man who was, quite simply, jovial to the point of almost uneasiness in his presence on most occasions, a brow raised ever-so-slightly in a physical sign of his curiosity, the smallest bodily movement giving wind of his interest without the man having to jump with anticipation telling the man before him his level of interest. Had something occurred in the sands he was unaware of? Had the Primera managed to waltz into a cavern full of that which he had no desire to know? Or maybe, the man had learned something of an enemy faction, be it old or new? Whatever the case, Marcus remained interested enough to bother to listen, for even with all of the pomp and circumstance he acted with in the way of the social setting, rare was it that he would listen to that which wasted his time or he found no interest in, even the elder King knew that manner of personality that belonged to the shaded Marcus, the man who had seen the slaughter of his people and, in turn gesture, cleaned nearly every rank of the former Espada by his own hand, even scarring Escher in his departure before returning and killing his predecessor in the satisfaction of his aged grudge.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Fri Mar 11, 2011 10:49 am

As the words "Such is the product of wanton destruction in the absence of logic. Many forget their individuality as they become drunk with their own power." were spoken Escher found the familiar grudge held against him. The Cero didn't show it but he knew it was their, he had known the man for quite a long time. But he wasn't exactly disappointed with the response, he was actually pleased nothing had changed. Escher knew good and well that Marcus was to be the next Hollow King, he was the most likely candidate. With that being said he wondered how much longer he would be allowed to live after the part he played in Marcus's colony demise. He saved such thoughts for private however and this was not the case. For now Escher did what he always did, serve.

As Marcus's comments on his return trailed off Escher shifted his eyes from one corner of the room to the other. The room was still silent all except for them. He wondered how much longer he would have alone with the Cero before a wondering arrancar pasted by with good ears. Such words that Escher was to speak brought great meaning to those who actual understand their value. "Let us sit first. I have stood far too long brother, the sands are hard on a mans feet." Escher said giving Marcus a look that read "This matter is private" and started heading over towards the couch again. He sat down and propped his feet onto a table not to far from the couch. A chair opposite of the table was intended for Marcus.

Escher nodded towards the spot at Marcus while finding a comfortable position, twisting his body back and forth. This was all for show however. He wanted to give the impression of anyone who happened to pass that he was relaxing instead of telling sensitive information.
After a few moments Escher sighed, like he was disappointed that he had to tell Marcus the news. His eyes grew cold again, like he was to tell a great war story. He could have dealt with a war story but the news in fact chilled Escher to his bones. "About a month ago I was wondering the far reachs of the sands, the usual realm of the Vasto Lorde. I can across a land form that the locals called screaming forest. It was a place composed of huge rocks towering into the air and the wind that blew their sounded like a faint scream.Supposedly the wind blows their all the time. Thus was why it was given the name. I'm sure you have been their a time or two during your time as a Vasto Lorde correct? The Place is close to the ruins of your colony, That is what lead me too it. Any survivors would have likely gone into its depths." Escher began. He stopped here a moment to catch his breath and see if the Cero did indeed know of the place. He waited silently for a response. He wanted to confirm the place being what it was said to be from the Cero's own tongue. If not he would have to go and kill a few adjuchas for lying to him.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Fri Mar 11, 2011 8:52 pm

A seat? One must oblige one would suppose, it was the proper thing to do in such a matter, even if Marcus himself was of a higher rank than the Primera. Casual and stoic as per his typical persona, he took opposite of Escher's position, seating himself before propping foot over knee and arms crossed at his chest, expecting and waiting. "The sands are hard on more than one's feet. Our entire bodies are made of callous experience and memories." Other than the short retort that acted as a sense of berating Escher's small complaint, Marcus kept himself silent in listening to the man as he seemed to tip-toe through the informal briefing's introduction. Had he been so hot headed as others, he may very well have lost his sense of patience and ordered for the Primera to spit out the end and worry over the details later, but, he was not so young in thought and approach in the sense, he was the Cero Espada, the second strongest arrancar in existence at the given time, and, possibly, stronger than the King Hollow himself in his sickly state. With such power came those who recognized, noticed, and clung to every word he spoke and every action he made as it if were religious mandate from the unseen God himself. Such was why he was required to keep his lesser emotions from trading place with a greater logic and persona befitting of his position. Otherwise, respect gained may be lost, or an angry, raging and uncontrollable being would become the icon for others to follow, counteracting his desires in the end were he to sink so low.

As Escher spoke though, it seemed the man would not let rest the references to Marcus' own former colony, a memory that haunted him at every moment of his life to that very point. It was a massacre that fueled his desire to improve the worlds, it was the fuel that stoked the fire of his rage. But, the reference was of general import, Escher spoke of a place not too distant from his own colony's original location, a short nod acknowledging the Primera's words momentarily. "During my time, it was a place referred to as Los Grito Selva, but, I know the place well enough to have instructed many not to wander themselves beyond the wood lines." Yes, Los Grito Selva was a place that harbored a great many secrets and ominous presence, enough so that the mention often caused the strongest of Adjuchas to shirk away in uneasiness, a place whose name gave even Marcus a short feeling of familiar uneasiness in remembrance of his days as Legion, a god king among hollow. Many a time small bands of those Adjuchas, arrancar, gillian or the select few vasto lorde wandered from the confines of the walls of their beloved colony, only to vanish, never to be seen again in the dead forest that lay to rest only those foolish enough to step within. Yet, here Escher stood, telling him of a possibility that survivors may have existed from the slaughter, and their refuge may very well have been found in the forest that was so ominous before.

Marcus seemed to look down slightly, as if in though, chewing on his tongue momentarily before returning his attention to the man before him. "Such was a place whose expanse swallowed more into assumed death than likely refuge. So what would make you think it a place of import? If any hollow were to have survived, I've little to no doubt that they would have headed for Las Noches when my predecessor found himself lacking in a field specific to his vitality." It was a quip at best in the finale of it all, a short reference to the unceremonious decapitation that was "honored" to the former Cero Espada upon Marcus' challenge and success in claiming a title worthy of his skill and power. But, the true point was there in it all. Did Escher suspect there were survivors? Did he know of any survivors having definitely gotten away during the massacre that was the day Legion became one? A rush of questions swarmed his mind, but such would not have shown in the least. No Espada had seen him jump in reaction beyond that of a quick dodge or some such thing in battle. He was never surprised, never ecstatic, such was the persona he saw ideal for his position and constant machinations that forced the cogs to turn in favor to his own plot for revenge and reformation. "So, what of import did you find...Escher?"
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Sat Mar 12, 2011 12:10 pm

Marcus was apparently becoming annoyed by the story. The Cero wasn't know for his patience in the slightest. He was bored easily but Escher had expected the mentioning of his colony to bring about interest. Escher didn't see any on his face and he was rather disappointed. There were few times where Marcus showed reaction to emotions but apparently the news didn't trigger any of value. He hoped he would get some response when he mentioned his findings. He knew it wasn't something Marcus would be very well interested but he knew it would be enough to ask more questions about, regarding its seemingly insignificant importance.

Escher paid much attention to how Marcus described Los Grito Selva. he place was apparently more deadlier that he had thought it too be. This didn't really surprise him though since he had been their once before. From what Marcus described, the place was known for its disappearances. Sadly Escher wasn't looking for that response, he was hoping to get a confirmation about the name. The dangerous aspect of the land didn't affect him in the slightest. If the King ordered Escher to invade the soul society on his own than Escher would do it, his word was law above all others. Escher had accepted that as his place in the world many many years ago.

After Marcus was finished with his explanation of the land and his comment on wanting to continue, Escher regained his composer. He also let his eyes dart from one end of the room to the other again, making sure the conversation was truly private. He then leaned in towards Marcus, having his eyes hide in the shadow of his head while he spoke.

" It was about 5 days into Los Grito Selva that a came up upon a ruined temple. Where the temple is I do not know, I tried returning already with no luck. It was very old, probably older than the king himself. The temple was completely empty, no treasures or anything. The top of the temple was the most interesting of it all, and the reason for my return. An elder Vasto Lorde that looked like a shaman had set up a blood ritual. He had sacrificed an eagle adjuchas, a menos grande mask lay on another alter, and a hollow lizards mask had been fully removed and placed on another alter all before i arrived. The Vasto Lorde stood in the center of it all. He spoke in a language i didn't understand. Probably the language of some of our more ancient relatives."
Escher went on, trying to keep the story nice and slowly for Marcus to keep up with all he was saying. He was far from done after all. Much happened but he would get to the point soon.

"I tired to communicate but i didn't get through too him. He brought out a knife and killed himself in front of me while he chanted. I stood shocked for a few moments, fully taking in the sight of four dead hollows. The man managed to say one word before he died. being from the outer reaches I thought you would know of its meaning. does the name "Nero" ring any bells? He repeated it several times as the life drained from his veins, as well as other words i did not know of." Escher said stopping again like he was finished. He still had one more important piece of information to tell Marcus but he needed to know if the Espada knew of Nero or had ever heard of him if he was a man. Escher himself had asked around Hueco Mundo for anyone knowing any sort of connection to the name of Nero but no one knew. At the time Escher didn't know the meaning but now he did and it had been disturbing him ever since he left the kings chambers.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Sat Mar 12, 2011 6:32 pm

So rumors were in fact true? Old legends spoke of the forest harboring something of old and ancient times belonging to the hollow, but such were never confirmed. Still, the matter altogether seemed less than important, Marcus acknowledged with the slightest of shrugs. He had little to no care for it, such may have in fact been visible in the lusterless gaze he seemed to be gracing Escher. It wasn't so much a sign of impatience, more so the sign of a man who was failing to see how such a thing could apply in any way to himself or Las Noches. Was seeing another hollow sacrifice another for some unknown deity so rare and extravagant a thing that news must be rushed to Las Noches to inform the King and Cero without haste? It was rather often that things even such as the occult found themselves in practice among hollow-kind. It was considered strange, but, not unheard of. So, what was the point? He was hardly growing impatient over the fact, but, needless information was just that, needless. "The name strikes of no import. I trust you have something of import though Escher, I would hate to think time is being wasted if there is some greater meaning to your words."

Time, it was a thing that was both precious and insignificant at the same time, a dual meaning word and noun that bore with it the power of everything, yet nothing. But, in the eyes of a man who saw the world through his time in both life and death, it was something to be used properly, not idly. Perchance there was a greater meaning to the off the wall story he was being told? He couldn't tell, but, if there was, it was long winded at best. He had other things he could have used his time for in the moments that Escher had been speaking. He may very well have returned to his own wing and bothered after his eccentric fraccion and one of her many escapades and have amused himself. He could have looked after the going ons of the other Espada, taking care to view their own machinations to find if they would conflict or coincide with his own. The possibilities were limitless, or he could have very well stepped off to the sands to find one or two of the many Adjuchas that stalked the sands with a degree of power not to be trifled among their peers and kept them in reserve for possible future recruitment. To think his time may very well have been finding itself wasted was...bothersome.

He sighed ever so slightly, arms falling from their cross and relaxing against the arms of the chair in which he sat, elbow propping from his right with chin falling atop it, propped in a display of semi-relaxed position, one that properly exclaimed his lack of interest while continuing to keep his impassive state. "You keep me worried at times Escher. If your briefings are so long-winded as this in the presence of the sickly one down the hall, then how do you find yourself walking about the halls with your head still attached to your shoulders." A click of the tongue voiced a displeasure at the mention of the so-called King in a moment's pause. "Tell me there is deeper meaning. What of this name "Nero"? Is it something you stalked the sands itself to investigate and found an ominous prophecy or some sort? Is there an impending danger I know not of as this city's highest acting representative in the absence of Oji-sama? If so, I would know quickly as opposed to its opposite. Better to condense time spent talking so time spent preparing may be spent comfortably and properly." As per his titles as a warrior and former king, Marcus did indeed respond within their parameters. If an encroaching threat were coming upon the world of Hueco Mundo, then it was best to know that very moment so that the forces may be readied and the numbers be bolstered. Otherwise, one was simply wasting time and destroying lives by stealing away time better used elsewhere.


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translation of Oji-sama= Old Man
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Sun Mar 13, 2011 3:47 pm


Escher knew the Espada was getting restless now, his comments didn't sit well with Escher. The man didn't realize everything needed to be said or it would fuel more questions in the future. He was right to be eager to move but it wouldn't do anyone any good. The only thing they can do is wait. This brought a sense of rage to Escher. He disliked the demeanor of the Espada in the sense that he didn't fully appreciate what Escher was doing for him. He could certainly see his anger in his eyes, he wasn't trying to hide it. "Fine, let us be on our way then." Escher said to marcus with a hint of anger in his voice.

Escher got up from his seat in anger. He snapped his neck back and forth a few times to get loose before his usual cool self came back. Escher was never one to loose him temper, so this might interest the Espada more than it usually did. He walked over beside the espada still sitting in the chair and looked down to him. He didn't mean it as an act of disgrace or anger, simply a last word before he himself got ready.

"We are to journey to the human world. We are looking for two spiritual gateways, neither senkimon or garganta. One is called the Gate of Nero, the other is unnamed in our culture. After we find one we must return our findings to the King. " Escher said in a cold tone. He was truly speaking business now. Escher had planned to rest for a few days before he began the journey himself. He wondered how well that would go by Marcus. Marcus, like Escher, was a get it done now sort of guy. Escher wouldn't be mad if he ordered him to skip his few days off. The only downfall was the he wouldn't be at full strength, wondering had drained him to the point of exhaustion. It was usually like this. Escher would return from his departures from steering hollows to Los Noches and enter a recovery phase. This usually dealt with him eating considerably and sleeping for two to three weeks. Since he had only been gone 1 year instead of 5, he figured it would only take about 4 days to fully recover.

"May I be allowed to recover from my travels or do you wish to leave at once?"
Escher said after looking back towards his chambers. It really didn't matter anyway, he would only be weakened but he didn't plan on fighting until he was fully recovered. His voice had returned to the usual and he had already forgotten his outburst towards the Espada. Escher wasn't one to hold grudges, unlike the Cero.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:49 pm

Lazy hues chased after the motion with all the livelihood of a sloth after its afternoon snack, lethargic at best. True, Marcus was a man of action, but not to the point of rushing to it, Escher's emotions were getting after him all too well. Perhaps he found it amusing? It almost seemed that way in Marcus' own mind as he mused after Escher's response to his own lack of patience for time being wasted. One could have very simply mentioned the gate of Nero and the mission to find it as opposed to telling a drawn out story behind it. At least, such was Marcus' own thoughts. But alas this Primera was growing angry at Marcus himself for rushing the man passed his story-telling tendencies, but, it was a necessary thing, time could not be wasted. And here Escher stood, demanding an answer of departure or rest, leaving Marcus to the decision he knew was his from the start. Hint of the smallest smirk caught after a single corner of his mouth. "Calm yourself Escher, your aspect is not of rage, so let us not see it change..." Marcus slowly rose from his chair, turning to an appropriate face in Escher's own direction, the look of amusement gone from his face in favor of the authoritative aura he carried with him at a constant. "...an impatient man, just as an easily stirred man is one who has lost his sense of control, and is therefore hellbent on a life of descent. Remember that."

Marcus' own mind chewed over the thought of the trip to the human world. Preparations would have to be made, more importantly, proper security around the Hollow King as well as a proper force number to be sent to the Human World. Perhaps he would call after the Segundo? No, he was always gone away from his duties, enough so that it often irritated Marcus in the worst of times. Perhaps the Tercera? Yes, Sophia would be the best candidate for staying behind. Then again, the Espada were an estranged group as it was, several Espada having not been seen for some length of time already. It would indeed be best that the lot of them were kept in reserve. After all, if there was a force to be met strong enough to stop both the Primera and Cero Espada, then it was certainly best for the rest of the forces to be kept in Las Noches where they would be of better use as a whole. "Take some time to recuperate. I've no real care to know the importance of this gate until we have found it in some way. But either way, the old man wants it found." Marcus eyed the Primera with a degree of scrutiny, a careful gauge of sensories judging the man's exhaustion as best as possible. When compared to the typical degree, Escher was indeed drained, just as he said himself. In such a state, were they to meet any opposition, then it would be of no doubt that Marcus would essentially be on his own in combat. Not that he doubted his personal skills in the least, but he knew full well the possibility of meeting something as powerful as he.

"Take some time to rest Escher, five days to be precise. I know you too well to not recognize when you are drained."

Indeed, it was a quip to be made to remind escher of who he was before Marcus, that Marcus indeed remembered the limitations of the man. Marcus was a man as much an enemy as he was an ally, the asset who walked the dagger's edge, all for the morality of the sense of greater good in logic. A hand extended itself slightly to lock hand against wrist once more with Escher, a final bidding of adue before Marcus himself turned away. "Rest well, we shall leave the others here so that Oji-sama is not without some defense. I shall converse with my own though and see if I shall bring us a third." Whom the possible third was was unknown. Perhaps his fraccion? Mayhap. If there was an individual with whom Marcus conversed with more than any of the Espada, it was indeed the eccentric fraccion he kept, rather, he conversed with each of those directly acting as his subordinates far more than he did with any other. Nevertheless, there was a possible in his mind, but it was yet to be decided. "Rest well Escher, I do not doubt its importance" After pleasantries were exchanged in their finale, Marcus himself turned away from Escher, stepping off into the darkness of Las Noches' expansive halls, each step clicking against the hard stone floors in a slow rhythmic pattern until his footsteps vanished in the echo of existence, Escher left behind to dictate the next five days of rest as he so desired.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:35 pm

Escher didn't know wither to take the aspect of death comment as a compliment or an insult. Escher had never bothered with that system, he was loneliness after all. Reference to his life as a hollow where he decided to be on his own the entire duration of it and never taking in any help. Also in his arrancar days to where he would journey the far reaches of Hueco Mundo for new members of the race. Escher knew though that some arrancar were hellbent on honoring their aspect, he wondered if Marcus was one of these people, sacrifice was a hard one to commit too after all.

At Marcus's philosophical advice, all he could do for a moment was chuckle ever so slightly. " I could offer you the same advice brother. My story was relative to the journey ahead. It would have saved you questions in the future, but I understand your position and will answer them when the time comes." Escher said in reply to it. Escher was always a man of understanding, something commonly known among the espada. He would often hold councils while he was in Los Noches to solve problems that couldn't be bothering the King. Both Escher and Marcus had been taken up more responsibilities lately.

The king looked like he would die any day now but only Escher, and maybe marcus if he had seen the king lately, knew that. He was sure rumors as to who would take the throne were spreading by now. Marcus was stronger but Escher was a monument to the old ways. Either way Escher thought himself a dead man. Marcus wanted the throne, that much was true. He disliked the old king for the destruction of his village. That part of his past haunted both the King and Escher. Still Escher would continue to make amends everywhere he could.

He meet Marcus's arm yet again. "Let the ground of the human world quake at our presence brother." Escher said as he held his arm alittle longer, only letting go until his words were over. Escher would rest, that much was certain. He might even find himself some company. but he would also eat over everything else. He was starving from his journey. He would usually go months without eating but he never had to exert much reiatsu so he was fine to go that long without food. But now that he was in the palace he would eat and sleep until the full extend of his powers had returned.

As Marcus walked back to his chambers Escher turned back towards him a moment more. He would have said something but he was eager to get to sleep. Instead he nodded in Marcus's direction, knowing full well he didn't see him. Escher simply accepted that the conversation was over with, he didn't want to engage in it again. He turned back and then started back towards his own chambers, just as quietly as he had arrived. When he arrived at his chambers he would start his resting by eating form a banquet of food that probably arrived as soon as he did. How the king had this food delivered after every return was unknown to him but Escher never complained. He picked up a piece of cut fruit and began his recovery.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Sat Mar 19, 2011 1:47 am

Escher awoke slowly, he guessed he had slept in. He shook his head in disgust, he felt it improper to sleep in. He sat in his bed for a moment and just observed his chambers. Escher never asked for anything fancy to suit him, the majority of his palace was empty. If one were to compare it to anything, it would be a monks sanctuary. Escher only keep what he thought was real. He owned shelves full of old tomes and books, each written on a war or fighting style that most had forgotten or didn't care remembering. He keep a personal armory, weapons of all shapes and sizes hanging on the walls. Each blade bore a name and a story. He owned some things the humans thought only as myths and made sure they remained as such. He owned a fighting ground in the middle of his palace, fit with seating and a balcony if he had company. The grounds were made of sand taken from the human world, something most arrancar couldn't say for themselves. Even Escher's bed was simple, a double bed you would find in any normal human household. It would be a single but for Escher's enjoyment of "company".

He slowly got up from his bed, still feeling the days on the sands bearing down on his shoulders. He slowly changed into his normal attire, putting on his uniform to fit how he liked it before applying the arm gantlet and his sheathed blade over his back. He then made his way to a dish full of water. He dipped his hands into the dish and splashed his face, waking him up and ridding him of any thought of returning to bed. He then started his daily training regiment, something he did no matter where he was. It consisted of doing as many push-ups and sit-ups as he could do. This portion of it usually took an hour or two of his day. The entire time he would thing about his past, his days as a Vasto Lorde. And sometimes, if even for a second, he wished he was back in that time.

"Your not from here are you Vasto?"
The apparent leader of the group questioned Escher. This wasn't the first time Escher had been surrounded by a group of adjuchas. He shifted his eyes to see all those surrounding him and counted four. He was hoping to break his record of seven, but figured this would do for today. "I had hoped to rest abit before leaving, you didn't seem hostile from the rocks." Escher replied, keeping his head low. He had never made friends, his time as adjuchas had proven that much. He coiled his scorpions tail to make sure he wasn't seen as a threat, he was being truthful in wanting rest and rest alone.

"We know how your kind are, how do we know that is all you come for? Do you think us a fool Vasto?" The leader replied in a hateful tone, it was apparent that Escher wasn't well liked around these parts. "Do you treat all your guests like this adjuchas? I simply wish for sleep, i grow tired of sand along my back." Escher replied with spite in his voice. He felt his rage rising again. He dismissed it at the thought, he wasn't that person anymore. He was a Vasto Lorde and no longer needed to feed, thus he could finally live again.

"Stop Agura." A womans voice said in their direction. A harpy-like hollow stood not far from them, the source of the female voice. She was an adjuchas too, something that didn't please Escher, but was grateful for her intervention. "Veja, he is a Vasto Lorde, he cannot be trusted." Agura spoke again, this time to her. He was glad he wasn't the only one who was spoken to as if under suspicion.

"I will take care of everything, if he causes trouble i will seek you out at once." Veja replied in a understanding tone. Agura stood down and with a quick hand motion those surrounding Escher retreated back to their homes. Agura took one more step toward Escher. "Please give me a reason to kill you Vasto, I would greatly enjoy it." He finally said. With that he too retreated back into his home.

Escher hadn't moved since Veja's appearance, he didn't want to be the cause of more trouble. " thank you for that, I know i did not earn such trust." Escher replied still looking at the ground. "Ofcourse you didn't, That is why they call it kindness. I'm sure you haven't heard of it judging from how long you have been out in the sands." the woman wittingly stated. Escher had to laugh at it and started to walk towards her. He stopped a few feet from her and offered a hand to her, making sure his "claws" didn't get anywhere close to touching her. She met his hand with her own and they shook. "I am Veja, and this is my home. Do you own a name or shall i keep calling you Vasto?" she asked playfully. Escher smiled, for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. "I go by Escher, it is the only name i have ever known."

Escher got up from the floor and headed to his study in his section of the palace. He started right where he left off a year ago. He was studying the old tomes that had been found in Los Noches before the time of the current king. He loved reading what was recorded even if it was minor like it usually was. Most of the time it was logs of cleaning duties and the like but he sometimes found something of worth. Today didn't prove useful however. After about an hour of study he got up from his desk and went into the training room. He also used this room for his meditation, something he found highly sacred. He slowly started to control his breathing while he sat back on the ground again. He removed his blade from his back and rested it in his lap. he then slowly closed his eyes and began searching himself, losing his mind in his own being and began his meditation.
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PostSubject: Re: Primera Returns   Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:25 pm

(yea i know its been more than 5 days, gave everyone alittle bit more time to RP without me XD)

Escher walked through what seemed a scared dead earth that had been the site of a massive battle, his place was a near silent walk. All one could hear was the skies whistling as the wind rushed past as if keep back for many days high in the sky. The sky itself was not the nice blue color many were found of. It was a dark orange and one could only describe as a broken sky, like huge plates of pieces were suspended in the air about to fall downward but never did. He was clearly in the human world but he couldn't remember why he was there or what for, something just propelled him forward. Bones of human remains stand frozen in place like the flesh was strip from their bodies and their bones turned to black stone.

As Escher walked the floor gave way as if standing on thin ice but never enough to break. The land was no doubt dead, trees were rotting in their roots, streams were dry, and anything than once resembled beauty was burned or charred by fire. Several times He would turn around to see if it was just this part of the world or all of it and he found the same scene everywhere. Dark shadows loomed over of the all to familiar sense of one being watched but he never saw anything, for now he let himself be stalked by beings he had no understanding of. Then he saw something out of place, what seemed to be a doorway far off in the distance. The sight of it brought an intense feeling of nervousness to him but he had no reason why.

He was also wondering why he had started to run towards it now. Shrieks were heard behind him as his stalkers no doubt joined the chase. He started for his sword but he found it to not be on his person, another odd thing among a sea of questions that was this place. The ground started to give way under his feet, as if his foot went straight through the entire earth. He barely had enough traction to keep moving forward now but he finally made it to the door. He felt no comfort here as well.

The door was made of what seemed pure onyx and standing roughly 15 feet tall. The door had been split in two down the middle like old fashioned siege gates. It was obviously created to hold something back, what exactly he didn't know. The door, when together, looked similar to the gates of hell that Escher had heard rumors about. Two large sculptures stood on each half as guardians.

They took the form of two kings. The king on the left wore armor and held a scepter in one hand and a skull in the other. The hand with the scepter was raised high and the hand with the skull was outstretched with his fingers wrapped around the back of the skull having the face looking at whoever gazed. The one on the right had his right arm removed at the shoulder and his left hand held a bottle at his side. This kings crown was upside down. Both kings faces were smooth as the stone they were carved in.

But unlike being closed, the doorway was open and a black watery portal was in between the two halves of the door. Escher walked up close to this portal but couldn't see himself in it, even though it gave the appearance of water. without thinking he brought his hand up to the portal to touch it. The words "Escher" were whispered into his ear moments before he touched it. He whipped around quickly to see who it was. Before he could see however a dark mist enveloped him. He couldn't breath, he couldn't see, and it felt like he was being dragged deeper and deeper into it. A piercing scream was heard and all the mist pulled back from him by a being who looked like a human but had black skin. Its teeth were jagged and it had no eyes. It was right in Eschers face when the screaming started, not 3 inch's from him. It quickly snapped its neck to bite Eschers throat. Then nothing.

Escher jumped out of his trance. He was back in his chambers, sitting in the same place where he had begun his meditation. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He closed his eyes again and sighed. " My meditations have been interrupted three times now by that vision." Escher said to himself as he slowly got up. He threw his blade back over his back and fastened it. " I guess its time to go looking for that door huh?" he asked himself. It was true, the five day grace period had finished. He wasn't finished recovering, but he was in good enough shape to fight. He figured thats what Marcus was going for. He then headed towards the Cero's chambers, ready to embark on the journey to find the Gate of Nero.

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