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Hibiki's eyes were open as soon as he heard Hioshimi's voice but he remained quiet, his reiatsu remained just as calm and collected as it had been. As she spoke the rest of her message, his soft voice came floating over the desk.
"Hioshimi...." he chided softly.
He remained on the ground and stretched out, merely a presence on the room as he spoke.
"Hioshimi..." he repeated, the same chiding cantor in his voice. "So that's what all the fuss is about. I was wondering why everyone's reiatsu was flaring up. Something big for the first official day, hmm? I imagine they've collected a number of individuals from the Gotei 13 to make sure this goes off without a hitch. I can't quite tell how many but it seems to have gotten a lot of attention, including from some of our more... estranged members..."
He pondered his decision for a few moments more, gauging the reiatsus he was sensing as best he could against the amalgamation of spiritual pressure they had formed. With the same ease he spoke and with as much grace as his words held, he got up, taking Kaiten Haji in hand as he did so, though he refrained from slinging it over his back.
"There seems to be a fair amount of high profile interest in the mission. If you wish to go then I won't stop you but I'll say this: with so many going, who will protect our backs? We cannot all be on the front lines; some of us must form the rear guard. It may not be so glamourous but it is just as, if not more, important. You wouldn't want Soul Society to fall while you're gone, would you?"
A smile crept across the teal-haired captain's lips as his gaze met his lieutenant's.
"I'll remain here but I won't be resting. Someone has to make sure a knife isn't planted in our backs, especially on the first day."
The arrancar captain had been about to deploy through the senkaimon when Shao arrived. It was no surprise that the arrancar picked up on the other's weakness, the disdain showing in the way the left side of his upper lip curled up in a sneer to reveal the sharp canine behind. Rivu wasn't exactly pleased seeing this particular soul reaper; the other at least had their faculties, even if they could be dense or compassionate. Shao was weak of body, more than most for his lack of sight. Had they been in the time of Aizen and he came across Shao, Rivu would have devoured him then and there rather than let him continue on with his pitiful existence. Unfortunately, the power dynamic of hollows had no place here, and neither did mercy apparently.
The words the blond soul reaper brought were one that the arrancar let simmer on his tongue for a short while. Reconnaissance... He knew what it was and frankly, he didn't care for it. He knew what he knew and that was how to survive, just like every other hollow; the difference was that he had the intelligence to not screw himself in the process. What he was here for was just like any other mission he volunteered for - the chance to eradicate hollows; the rogue arrancars were a bonus.
"Make it worth my while to escort a cripple as he blunders around the dark in a dead land."
The words were harsh and cut just as much as his claws. They were made harsher by the strange tone of voice he had. There were two levels, one befitting a young man of about 25, the same as he looked aside from the mask fragments, and a second, far deeper, more resonant sound that seemed commanding without intention.
"Hioshimi...." he chided softly.
He remained on the ground and stretched out, merely a presence on the room as he spoke.
"Hioshimi..." he repeated, the same chiding cantor in his voice. "So that's what all the fuss is about. I was wondering why everyone's reiatsu was flaring up. Something big for the first official day, hmm? I imagine they've collected a number of individuals from the Gotei 13 to make sure this goes off without a hitch. I can't quite tell how many but it seems to have gotten a lot of attention, including from some of our more... estranged members..."
He pondered his decision for a few moments more, gauging the reiatsus he was sensing as best he could against the amalgamation of spiritual pressure they had formed. With the same ease he spoke and with as much grace as his words held, he got up, taking Kaiten Haji in hand as he did so, though he refrained from slinging it over his back.
"There seems to be a fair amount of high profile interest in the mission. If you wish to go then I won't stop you but I'll say this: with so many going, who will protect our backs? We cannot all be on the front lines; some of us must form the rear guard. It may not be so glamourous but it is just as, if not more, important. You wouldn't want Soul Society to fall while you're gone, would you?"
A smile crept across the teal-haired captain's lips as his gaze met his lieutenant's.
"I'll remain here but I won't be resting. Someone has to make sure a knife isn't planted in our backs, especially on the first day."
The arrancar captain had been about to deploy through the senkaimon when Shao arrived. It was no surprise that the arrancar picked up on the other's weakness, the disdain showing in the way the left side of his upper lip curled up in a sneer to reveal the sharp canine behind. Rivu wasn't exactly pleased seeing this particular soul reaper; the other at least had their faculties, even if they could be dense or compassionate. Shao was weak of body, more than most for his lack of sight. Had they been in the time of Aizen and he came across Shao, Rivu would have devoured him then and there rather than let him continue on with his pitiful existence. Unfortunately, the power dynamic of hollows had no place here, and neither did mercy apparently.
The words the blond soul reaper brought were one that the arrancar let simmer on his tongue for a short while. Reconnaissance... He knew what it was and frankly, he didn't care for it. He knew what he knew and that was how to survive, just like every other hollow; the difference was that he had the intelligence to not screw himself in the process. What he was here for was just like any other mission he volunteered for - the chance to eradicate hollows; the rogue arrancars were a bonus.
"Make it worth my while to escort a cripple as he blunders around the dark in a dead land."
The words were harsh and cut just as much as his claws. They were made harsher by the strange tone of voice he had. There were two levels, one befitting a young man of about 25, the same as he looked aside from the mask fragments, and a second, far deeper, more resonant sound that seemed commanding without intention.