Fluidity

Not many would notice the small man. In truth, he was only small compared to those around him, large, bestial hollows. Of course, he was walking forward slowly, while they kept attempting to attack him. Usually this would prove strange, but considering these hollows were weaker than gillian, and he was wearing his vizard mask, their attacks bounced off of him like babies off the floor. Not very well, but the floor would never get damaged. Unless it was a fat baby, a VERY fat baby. In any case, the man was Kurokon Shikyo. Once a shinigami, Kurokon was now the leader of the Vizards, a rogue group of hybrids, the antithesis of Arrancar. Since their banishment, they had not contacted either Soul Society, or Las Noches, they were determined to remain neutral. However, with the recent increase in average human spiritual pressure, it was harder to hide in the human world without some random human attempting to attack his group. Fortunately, he could kill any attackers by simply flaring his reiatsu. Considering how they were getting stronger, he needed a back up plan. Shinigami were idiots, and would never accept him, or his group. Humans were confused, likely by the quincy, and attacked nearly anything spiritual, so he couldnt really try anything with them. His hope lied in the palace of Las Noches. Arrancar were unknown to him, at least in purpose. He had hope that since they were both hybrids, they could come to some form of agreement. If not, then he would have to gather enough souls to create another dimension, but it would take so many souls, he did not wish to waste his time.

Admittedly, the hollows who were attempting to attack him were getting annoying. So was restraining his reiatsu. In accordance with the saying "Killing two birds with one stone", he released his reiatsu, absolutely crushing the hollows to the sand, where they were unable to move. Kuro calmly turned to them, and with all the grace of a saiyan, ate them. Each bite led to another feeling, a spot of emptiness, a hunger. Although he did not HAVE to eat hollows, he enjoyed eating any soul. To hollows, shinigami tasted best, but to Kuro, they tasted the same as hollows. He turned and continued his walk towards las noches, never once taking that mask off of his face. Out of all the Vizards, Kuro was special. Unlike the others who had to dominate their hollows, Kuro did something different, he absorbed it. Truthfully, it was a part of him so he couldnt "absorb" it, but it had no consciousness anymore, so that counted. Without that resistance, it was easy to constant keep that mask on. He grinned, seeing the front gates to Las Noches. He knocked, figuring it would be best NOT to barge in. Considering with his luck, he'd end up interrupting a meeting and having to fight all the espada at once, not something he was eager to do.

Making a great work of art, Zento had this planned all out. for weeks he has been building this. It was the best plan he's ever had. He was working hard. Trying to make sure everything went right. He had to start over every now and then. But he wouldn't give up. He wanted to make sure he could do this right. Zento was building something. Something that would be great for wasting time from his janitor duties. He was building a ship. A pirate ship. Zento finished. He smiled at his work. The winds blowing. Him standing on the front of the ship. right on the end. the tips of his feet just hanging off of the ship. Standing as if he was a pirate captain. His jacket flapping in the wind. The man smiled huge. Loving this. The other arrancar started at him with stupidity. As if this was a wast of time. AS IF! Zento pulled out his sword and pointed forward. "ONWARD!" He screamed. The ship moving on it's own. A small box playing some sailing music. Sailing through the sands outside the buildings of Las noches. Zento then tackling hollows and putting them in head locks. But they would only break out and back hand him back to his ship. rolling backward and slamming into the ship.

Zento standing back in his spot and charging around. People just shaking their heads. Not liking this idea on bit. But Zento thought it was a great idea. He would be charging around. Smiling as he did so. Zento then was around the front gates of Las Noches.Hearing a knock on the other end. Zento stopping and looking at it. As if he was looking at a ghost. He would move twards it. Like a moth to the flames. The big ass ship inching towards it. then speaking under his breath. "Ready..... NOW!" Zento's ship would charge. Breaking the doors. As normal for Zento. This would be his 100th time breaking these doors. The doors turned to rubble and from it was a ship and a crazy man in a top hat. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAH! WHO DARES TO KNOCK AT LA-" Before finishing what he had to say, Zento would slip. Falling down to the ground. "OH NOOOOOOOO!" He yelled. Slamming face first into the ground in front of the man. He did not move at all. Still face into the ground. His body up in the air. twitching a bit. Then finally, Zento fell down face down. Looking up at the man. "I meant to do that ya know." He said nodding his head.

Kuro jumped back as the gates blew apart, the debree and ship missing him entirely. That was odd, even for him and his usual antics. Now, as a man who made hollowfication possible, as a vizard period, he had seen many strange things, such as a flying hippo. Never before had he seen an arrancar riding a ship, break down a gate with said ship, and fall face first into the ground, then claiming he meant to do it. "I.. would imagine so." Seriously, how could he respond to that? However, there was something off. The others that had been near the ship did not even complain, so obviously this man was of a high rank. Most would simply assume from the demeanor that he was some clown, but Kuro could not talk about strangeness. Considering he made the vizardification serum on a whim, it was hard to say anything about madness. Now judging from how the man acted so far, he was either highly ranked, or at least mid ranked with interesting powers. Either one would explain why the others had not simply left or stopped him. A mid rank with interesting or special powers would be granted leniency. High ranks could just do whatever, usually.

"So.. who are you?" The strange voice that came with the mask was present. Even if he could be rid of it, why would he? It sounded great, especially when talking to anyone easily scared. "I came here to see what you arrancar do, and what your stance on us is." Kuro ignored the fact that unless the man cared enough to sense, it would be impossible to tell if he was a normal Vasto Lorde or Vizard. Aside from the sword at his waist, but not many cared to note such small details. Even if he did, it was aside from the point. Kuro grinned behind the mask, noting that this could be fun, messing with arrancar, and possibly joining in the man's antics. He certainly had plenty of time, and since the leader hadnt come to him, it was highly probable that he was in a meeting or something, either way, if he had to wait, he could at least have some fun beforehand. That sounded better in his head.

Zento looked at the man. Standing back up and pointing at himself. "Who am I?! I am Zento! The Janitor of Las Noches! But it is rude of a man to ask a name without giving their own!" He would say and smile. Then hearing him say what the arrancar do. He had a blank look on his face. What did they do? He thought for a moment. Examining the man. A sword on his site but something of a hollow. Had to be a vaizard. Zento heard of them. Never actually [/i]MET[/i] one. but he has now! He then spoke again. "We do what we want! Normally just strange things. But for now I'm being the pirate of Las Noches. HAHAHAHAHA!" He slapped the ship. Then without a moment to spare, as if from a movie, the ship fell apart. Breaking completely. "CORRECTION! I was a pirate. Heh heh." He said rubbing the back of his neck. His back turned from the man.

Zento couldn't believe that his ship just broke like that! The hell man?! What the hell?! Zento loosened his tie up a bit. Giving a sigh. "DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" He dropped to his knees looking into the sky with his hands up. "HOW COULD MY SHIP FALL APART?! WHY ALL GODS AND THINGS IN THE SKY?! WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!!!!" He screamed. Forgetting the man was there for a second. Then snapping back into reality. Bending backwards to face the man. "Stance on you guys? Well, I've never met someone of your race before. Seeing the hollow mask looking thingy and sword, you're one of dem vaizards right?" He would pop his back and then placed his hands on the ground. flipping backwards. His shirt lifting up. Showing the hole in his gut. However it was different. bigger than most. He then landed on the ground on his feet. To the left of the man. He placed his hand on his chin nodding. "Yep yep. we'll see how things fair."

Kuro grinned. Aside from the antics, it was obvious that the man was more than he let on. Although he was tempted to laugh as he proudly boasted about being known as the "Janitor" he knew better. Aside from that, no need to insult him, he was here on a peaceful mission, if for any reason. Another thing he noticed was that the words the Janitor of Las Noches spoke had double meanings, if unintentional. By saying they did what they wanted, it would mean they were, for the most part, neutral. That was good, definitely. Considering his yelling to the sky about his ship, which fell apart in an amazing show of hilarity, he had a sense of humor, something that would entertain him. Even though the ship fell apart away from him, he felt the shift in the sand, and shifted to his right leg to accommodate for the change. Even more so, he spoke with no ill will, nor had any of the arrancar attacked, whether from the power he was producing or simple neutrality, he did not know, but neither did it matter. He had to admit, it was one hell of an introduction though.

"My name is Kurokon Shikyo, and Yes, I am a vizard." Seeing people pop their joints always made him want to, so as Zento popped his back, Kuro popped his neck by leaning his head. It was hard to do at first, but once you learned how, it was pretty easy. Like taking organs from a baby, only without the annoying voice of the screaming civilians. It wasnt his fault he mistook the meaning of the game Operation. Anyway, other than the urge to do an open heart surgery on some random arrancar, preferably one with a hollow hole somewhere other than its heart, he felt pretty funny. Comedy always inspired him to be more comedic. He pondered what to do, but decided he would simply follow around the Arrancar for now. He knew eventually the leader would show up, either demanding answers for his sudden appearance in Las Noches, or to attempt to kill him, so he could wait. Besides, the arrancar seemed like fun.

Zento smiled and nodded. Wrapping his arm around the mans neck. As if he was a good friend of his. "Alright! Lets make our move! Into Las Noches we go!" He would walk forward. The man hopefully following behind him. He would step over the ship as if he never knew it was there. walking around like a child. Then as he entered the big palace, he could see a bunch of hollows. One looking like a weird ass horse. Zento smiled. "Alright, LETS DO THIS!" He charged after the horse and jumped up and landed on it. "LETS DO THIS!" He kicked the side and the hollow got pissed off! He would buck Zento off in seconds. Him again landing on his face. The hollow screaming. "HOW DARE YOU FILTHY JANITOR! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD TOUCH ME?! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!" Zento got to his feet. "AS IF! YOU CAN'T EVEN TOUCH M-" Then a kick to the face. Zento went flying back to his friend. Rolling and then sitting on the ground. Looking at the horse charging a cero. He would freak out a little. "HOLY ZOMBIE JESUS! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" He would scramble around getting behind the Vaizard.

The hollow was getting more angry. Then the cero getting bigger. Finally blasting out. Shooting right at Zento and his new friend. "GET US OUT OF HERE! AHHHH!" He would scream flailing his arms around. Zento then watched the cero getting closer. He would watch it. The man he was standing behind hopefully could stop this hollow. Zento didn't want to get in a fight with some hollow just because he wanted to ride a horse. Bitches be crazy. He would watch to see what his friend would do.

Okay, so scratch that bit about this guy being high ranked. Even if it was still possible, it didnt matter. At least he was funny. Kuro followed him until he jumped on the horse, knowing the hollow would not react kindly. Especially since it had bucked off Zento. It also meant that Zento was actually a janitor... for a pure white place. Considering he ignored the ship, or whatever was left of it, he was off duty... or a lazy fuck, either or. Kuro was tempted to slash through the cero and kill the hollow, but that wouldnt be good for his appearance here. More importantly, it wouldnt be worth the time. So, like anyone else, he did what first came to his mind. He coated his hand in a reiatsu layer, one strong enough to let him redirect the cero without it exploding, and smacked it back to the hollow. He aimed too high and it hit the building behind the hollow, which was both good and bad. Good, because he doubted the hollow would notice, and bad because it might have a negative effect later on. Either way, he casually walked forward. "Strange hollow. Must be a real horse's ass." Bad joke, but it would likely piss the hollow off. Doing that would likely result in even more hilarity.

Considering at the moment he had one hand in his pocket, and had just bitchslapped a cero back like it was an annoying fan who wouldnt leave him alone, he was looking rather badass. Sadly, it was ruined by the crazy arrancar flailing his limbs behind him. It was all about appearances, but damn if these hollows werent the ugliest pieces of shit he had ever seen. One looked like a talking ass, literally, no eyes, circular mouth, two enormous cheeks, not even any special markings to say otherwise. It was sad, but at least he got lucky with how good his Mask looked. If his had looked like that, he would never wear the damn thing. No, he was not obsessed with appearances, but if you become an ass, you shouldnt do it. Maybe it was the craziness of the situation, or the wacky inflatable arm flailing tube arrancar behind him, but he felt humorous. Not many could say they met a man who destroyed his own ship by lightly tapping it, only to ignore it a moment later in favor of trying to mount a horse hollow and get kicked off. Of course not many could say theyd been to Las Noches, so that wasnt fair.

Zento watched the man. Impressive. Just doing so with that power. He smiled. He didn't want to kill the guy. But Zento would not let that go through. He had to at least do something. He pointed his finger at the hollow. "HEY YOU! THAT'S RIGHT! I GOT A STRONG PERSON ON MY SIDE! YOU GOT NOTHING!" The hollow didn't like the sound of that. He would stomp on the ground. "HOW DARE YOU KEEP MOCKING ME!" He yelled. Then spitting on the ground. "See that?! Clean it up, it's your job." The hollow laughed. Zento's eye twitched. Walking over to the hollow. Now standing in front of him. His voice changing completely. "What do you think you're doing?" Zento spoke. The hollow again spat on the grounds. "Telling you to clean up these floors." Zento looked at him. "Clean up your mess. I'm here for cleaning yes. But not for people doing it on purpose. Clean it now." Zento stomped his foot. Forgetting his new friend was there, his reiatsu showed a bit. A very strong force for just a second.

The hollow laughed. "Take this!" He spoke. Zento walked up as the hollow shot another cero. It blowing up and a cloud forming of smoke. More of Zento's reiatsu could be heard. As if going around the hollow. A scream was heard. Then silence. The hollows reiatsu faded away with the cloud. Zento didn't move an inch and didn't have a scratch on him. He had a very calm and cold look on his face. However the man could only see his back. He turned. The same look at his new friend. Then that goofy smile showing up and running over to him. "He ran away! What a punk! Shows just how strong this janitor can be! ha ha ha!" He smiled and lied to his friend sadly. The hollow did not run away. It went away. But Zento didn't want his friend knowing too much about him. He needed to keep things secret until he was told other wise. He smiled again still laughing. "So, the leader is caught up in some work. He should be around sooner or later. What would you like to do in the tie we wait?"

It was rare, to feel respect. The Janitor showed the same love of his work that Kuro had with his own. Admittedly comparing janitorial duties to science was stupid, but the respect of the work was not. Each person in society had their job, their pride. If they were proud of their job, the worst thing you can do is try to ruin or insult it. Especially for people like Kuro, and apparently Zento as well. It was something he respected, taking pride in your work. As a scientist, he had to take pride in his work, and would likely react the same as Zento had if someone messed with his studies. Truth be told, if someone tried, they would likely explode, due to how randomly dangerous his experiments were. In any case, Kuro smirked as he felt the reiatsu. So he WAS high ranked, at least enough to impress Kuro. Even so, Kuro did not think for a moment that the hollow ran. It was far too obvious. The scream was not one of fear, but pain... at least he thought so. It was hard to tell with hollows. Either way, if he had ran away, then Zento would have gone after him. It was interesting, how he could actually feel Zento's Reiatsu circling the hollow before it screamed.

"Honestly, I dont know, what do you do for fun around here?" He asked. He didnt even speak of the hollow who had been killed, there was no need to. His purpose here would have to wait, the Janitor had intrigued him. That was rare, as he had seen many types of people, and could easily predict them. It was the change in Zento when his floors were dirty that interested him. That kind of pride in work was natural, but the calm anger that came with it was not. Zento would definitely be entertaining until he could meet with whoever ran Las Noches. For a brief moment, Kuro considered that Zento could be the leader, but considering that hollow had the balls to attack him, it was not so. Or perhaps he ran into the first retarded hollow he had ever seen.

Zento looked at the man. He wasn't sure if he bought his lie. But he can't tell from that mask of his. Damn good poker face though. Zento sat down and looked up at the sky. Taking his top hat off and setting on the ground. Pulling out a deck of cards. Flicking one card at a time into the hat. A few missing here and there. "Well, we normally just chill around doing whatever we want until the boss man says something. I just do whatever I want most of the time. Like that Pirate ship over there. Building that just to pass the time. Sadly it broke. So I'll just be sitting here until a new idea happens." He said throwing another card into the hat. He pulled out another deck of cards and tossed it to his friend. "Here. join me." He said.

Zento would watch around and see if he could find the leader. "I swear, this guy is taking forever. He might be doing some random crap. Who knows what's going to do when he gets here. At any rate though, he'll be here sooner or later." He would throw another card and then watch it miss and lean against the hat. He had a calm look and looked over at the vaizard. "I'll guess that's your mask. Don't those break at some point or something? Also, you seem to be very strong. Just how much are you holding back?" Zento had a feeling the man was holding back. He threw a cero like it was nothing. He had to be strong.

A scream could be heard from above, which coincided with the ceiling now having a humanoid shaped hole as a result of a poor Arrancar having been thrown through the ground. Apparently, whoever this was, he had not been expecting to have been struck so hard he'd go through the ground and crash onto the floor below in a heap, smothered by the white stony debris. The poor Arrancar who was about of average height, brushed himself of and attempted to stand, groaning a bit from the impact and the resulting aches his body felt. Apparently, this was a common occurrence for an Arrancar to get smashed through one floor onto another, landing face-first. So common, that it was socially acceptable in Las Noches, and thus one merely picked themselves off the ground and the others good-naturedly nodded.

This scene was immediately accompanied by a massive square-object which a normal person possibly living in the human world would identify as an oven crashing down from the floor above and once more crushing the poor Arrancar.

"STUPID OVENS! HOW DO THEY WORK?"

A somewhat squeaky and annoyed voice could be heard shouting the above question, which had come through the square shaped hole that was in the floor above. Immediately afterwards, a child, probably probably around three feet tall, dropped from the hole and landed feet first on top the oven.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He angrily repeats the insult as though it were a mantra to make the now inoperable oven somehow magically work. This accompanied by angry stomps that were denting in the once-cubical object in question. But, seeing as how his percussive maintenance was doing nothing and his interest in the oven diminishing rapidly, the young Arrancar just hopped down while pouting all the while that another oven had broken on them. This was the fifth one in the month already!

The pout was then turned into a cheery smile as he spied Zento, the Janitor, and some masked visitor standing beside him.

Said cheery smile was well-known among the Arrancar in Las Noches. It was usually a precursor to an impending, sudden and frequent tackle. Fortunately, the distance between himself and Zento was not that far, meaning he didn't get much a running start to build momentum. So it looked more like he skipped across the few feet they were apart, leapt up and hugged the taller Arrancar.

"Big brooooo! I missed you! Where've you been?" He asks excitedly, all bouncy and bubbly ... completely antithetical to the image of Arrancars, especially since his power was always kept hidden up to avoid scaring anyone off or causing damage to the White Castle, since he loved them all and this place too much. Except when he didn't, like that poor Arrancar who was pinned down by the oven. (He'll live)

This was about the point in which Merrow, now hanging off the shoulder of Zento, noticed the new guest who on second glance, was not an Arrancar.

"Ne? Who are you?"

Zento looked into the air. Throwing another card in the hat. He would smile big. He could feel the reiatsu of his little brother. He turned seeing the kid already in midair. Zento moving back a little as he was swinging off of him. Zento would laugh and pat his head. Picking up all the cards and putting them away. He then placed his hat on top of his little brothers head. Laughing as he was now sitting on his shoulders. "I've missed you too. I was a pirate earlier. I couldn't find you anywhere though! I NEEDED A FIRST MATE! Sadly though the ship sank." He said with a laugh.

Zento smiled. It was about time he would show up. Who knows what silly games he was playing. And how he didn't invite Zento to join him. He was happy all the same though. Seeing him in such a happy mood. then looking at his new found friend. "Oh right, He's a vaizard. Ya know, those shinigami with hollow like powers. His name is Kurokon. He seems alright. Hasn't attacked me yet. And very powerful. He stopped a cero from a hollow. WITH HIS BARE HAND! HOW COOL IS THAT?!" He said. Zento was talking to him as if the vaizard was never even there.

Zento would then turn to the vaizard smiling again. "So, now that the gang's all here, tell us what all you need. I'm sure that it isn't for war. Other wise I would have gotten beaten up by how. ha ha." He would smile and look up at his brother. "This is Merrow by the way."

Its one thing when an insane arrancar rides a pirate ship through the gates and makes said ship fall apart with a single smack. Its not even strange that the arrancar who did so went beserk and killed a hollow for dirtying the floor. Its not even that bad when said arrancar started throwing cards into a hat. Now what WAS strange was when a small child threw an oven , making it land on an arrancar, and began kicking it as it that would help. What was worse was that this child ran to the other arrancar and hugged him, calling him his brother. This was just fucking weird. At some point, the logical side of Kuro's brain just shook its head and went back to sleep. The other side, which was filled with creativity and random things that should never be discussed in sane company, was in full control for about half a second, before his logical side once more took over. Sadly, in that span of half a second, he grabbed the cards that had been tossed at him, and threw them at random hollows. Said hollows did not enjoy it, but did not attack, fearful of what happened to the hollow who tried to do so before. It was funny, but not needed.

Kuro turned to the kid and the Janitor. Such a strange pair, in terms of physicality, they did not look like brothers, in terms of sanity, they were fucking twins. Kuro opened his mouth, but had little idea what to say. "Wait... that means you two are in charge." Though it was somewhat obvious from the statement Zento had made, it was also doubtful. Hollows were prideful, and how many would follow a child arrancar? "Anyway, either way, Im here because two things happened lately, things that may make life much harder for all of us." Hopefully at least Zento would get serious at that, if not, at least they would know. Kuro's mask dissipated, revealing his face. "Normally I could keep the mask up indefinitely, and I would, but its easier to talk like this." Instead of his usual smirk, a look of seriousness was planted on his face. "Humans have discovered Spiritual things. They have allied with the Quincy. Normally, neither would pose a serious threat, but at the moment, they seemed to be empowered, as if the recent battles in the World of the Living has caused it to become saturated with reiatsu. Anyway, Im here to ask a simple request." Kuro smiled slightly. "I would like for the Vizard to be allowed to stay in Las Noches for now."

Hopefully the child and Janitor would realize that he was just as much hollow as shinigami, but closer to arrancar than he was to hollow or shinigami. Everyone needed some form of allies, even if they hadnt had the best past together. "Most of our kind hate shinigami, so we have agreed this would be the best." Although at the moment he was only as strong as an advanced captain, there should be little doubt he was the leader of the vizards. Hopefully they would agree, if not, he would have to keep sacrificing souls in order to gain sufficient power to create a realm rather than borrowing another's.

Bonnie, who had been taking a nice walk just inside the gates of Las Noches, had come around because of the awful noise her superiors were making. It didn't annoy her so much as make her curious. After all, what were they up to? It was generally when she investigated these things that she got the kick out of life. After all, Hueco Mundo itself was pretty dull and boring when you take a glance at it. Nothing but a castle, sand, crystal trees, and more sand. And hollows. At this moment, she would come through the gates and see the two top hollows, as well as some guy with immense reiatsu. She cleared her throat nervously, knowing that one misstep could cause her some serious injury. "Uh..... Zento-sama... Merrow-sama.... <gasp> OOH! we have a visitor? Who is he?" The gasp was in both surprise and shock. They generally didn't have visitors, much less non-hollow visitors.

Fluidity, there was an ever lasting flow to certain things and amongst these things were those that involed the actions and reactions of those who moved mountains and those that are effected by the tectonic shifting. Those with power are born with responsibility. The likes of which gives the option to either be a paragon or a devil, a conqueror or a saivour, a liberator or a slaver. This is what power truly was, but even with all of his and Saori's power there was a thin line of opinion that separated the tiers of good and evil. The seemingly endless sands of the Hueco Mundo desert were a great place to put things in perspective in silence, but as of right now he had something that he needed to say. Before that though, he moved towards her with a shunpo, placing his right hand over her heart. "Saori, the men that await us in that castle are stronger than the likes of anyone besides myself in the soul society. This isn't meant to be a battle, but should it turn into such you know the kido to use. I want you to go back to soul society with the hope for our clan. There is no options in this, you understand?" His features softened for a moment as he made sure to look into her eyes. It was always something they avoided for one reason or another, but this time he felt it was necessary.

Through a shifting of power and hidden abilities she was now in possession of his most valued tool. One could say Saori held the position of his most valued tool, but unbeknownst to most she was more than that. It wasn't anything unplutonic, he thought, but it was more than he had felt for anyone else in his long life time. Either way the took her hand in his and shunpo'd once, arriving at the gates of the castle of hell. The fortress where the strongest of the hollow gene pool rested, the Espada, and in turn their king. They must have had a leader. Not that Kuroden directly knew of one, but something of this spiritual magnitude had to lead them, especially since hollow instinctively followed the strongest around. Using his telekinetic ability he opened the doors to oblivion and moved forward, a stern look on his face. Before he could take his second step inside it was completely clear that minions were after the two shinigami that dared to be different. In an instant there were four arrancar attempting to dive in some awkward formation at Kuroden. Their stances suggested that they meant to behead him, but a small demonstration of his spiritual pressure and a hard glance at each of them left them paralyzed and out of breath. "You children should run along. I am here to speak with the adults." Although he had incapacitated them, it was clear he had no intent of killing either of the quartet. Arriing on the scene just in time to see a female speak to a small child and his brother, Kuroden's eyes shifted to the familiar presence he could sniff out miles away. Kurokon Shikyo, a vaizard, was here amongst the arrancar. It didn't surprise him at all honesty. Knowing Kurokon he had come to concoct some sort of plan or truce between the hybrids and the hollows, but that was irrelevant. Bowing before all in the room he spoke out. "Kuroden Fuijuken Bushinji at your service. This, is my Lieutenant, Saori." He had introduced himself and Saori had her orders. Dependent upon the actions, or rather reactions, of the others the appropriate responses would be made.

Saori had followed her Master behest, never once questioning an order or intent behind his actions. With the blinding flash of a mastered shunpo, they had reached the gates of a castle. Saori thought back to the inevitability that this very well could be a mistake. Coming here, at least. Many people dislike the Shinigami, and even more want to destroy them. Unfortunately for them, Kuroden was amongst many who held nothing back during combat, and Saori, as she felt, was nothing more than a mere tool in his game. Which was fine with her, ironically. Without a reason to live, who wants to be alive? Certainly not she.

Waltzing into a large chamber which resembled that of a hall, a small group of arrancar seemed to approach Saori and Kuroden promptly, seemingly holding the intent of killing him on the spot. Fortunately for her, Kuroden possesses monstrous energy pools, and stunned them before they could even think about what hit them. She thought of his capabilities as a catalyst for whatever contraption had been awaken during their brief encounter with the hollows and spiritual aspects wirhin the dunes of Hueco Mundo. Although she had never been in the desert during her lifetime, the first encounter was a tragic one.

Regardless of the situation at hand, she witnessed Kuroden look around the room, seemingly to try and spot someone of importance or dire concern. She could feel the intense stare he gave a certain individual, though she was unsure of his reputation, lest his name at that. Though purely based off of his appearance, she assumed it was more probable he was a Vizard. And a powerful one at that to catch the attention of her Master. Saori watched Kuroden bow and properly introduce himself. Saori, having not been commanded to follow suit, simply bowed her head and introduced herself formally. "Lieutenant Saori Sumeragi Mikodo." Really having nothing more to say, due to the fact that she was not ordered to do so, she stood next to her Master, fully understanding the severity of this situation. Saori's newfound Hollow mask seemed to fit her quite well, though it slightly muffled her sweet voice. A coveted jawline veil which covered her face upward her nose and down the cheeks, not exactly a full faceguard, but moreso along the lines of Tia Hallibel's mask.

"Hiiiii!" Merrow responded cheerily, when Zento introduced him by name to Kurokon. His response was also coupled by him dangling off Zento with one arm, while waving hello with the other. Shortly after that, the Vizard seemed to have grabbed some cards and threw them at the few 'Greeter' Hollows that had been forcibly conscripted and obviously did not love their job all that much.

In the meanwhile, after he seemed to not have been possessed by the madness that was clearly in the air (and possibly some sort of neurotoxin that was slowly eating away at all their brains), the child was no longer amused in what he had to say and instead focused in getting into a more comfortable position. Within a moment, he had now managed to climb up and seat himself on Zento's shoulder, gleefully enjoying the experience of now being taller than everyone else in the room. All the while, he mentally kept note of what Zento had told him, the things Kurokon was saying and in his imaginary checklist of important details, he reached a conclusion on whatever this "Kurokon" guy was. He seemed pretty chill, if making much fuss over an itsy-bitsy thing, considering he had a nice long drawn-out way of saying 'Yo we's gots uh lot o' nosy niggas, an' we's be tired o' it. Can we's stay at yo' place until dey go away? , wOrd!' ... wait.

No. That's not right. Kurokon did not appear to speak in such a strange language. Particularly since he had just removed his mask to confirm he was in fact a Vizard and spoke rather well in English.

"Pff, sure. Las Noches is like a country anyway, so unless you happen to have enough Vizards to populate a small one, we'd be happy to have you!" Merrow cheerily responds to the request that Kuro posed, not even hesitating for a moment. Besides, Las Noches WAS freaking huge, and there wasn't all that many of them here in the first place. Having some long-term guests over wouldn't hurt ... much. Unless they, that is the Arrancars, decide on charging rent? But what would they charge with?

Soon after his agreement to this proposition that could have been open invitation for the Vizards to invade Las Noches and conquer Hueco Mundo for a team of time-travelling Quincies hell-bent on destroying Soul Society and the universe, a few things happened at the same time.

One, the Sexta Espada emerged out of nowhere (from his perspective) apparently to examine what the cause of the ruckus was. She of course was not at all phased at what the heck was going on here, but was more intrigued by the visitor.

Merrow had a chance to respond before the next thing happen, "He's gonna be our new neighbor and bestest friend! I'm gonna call him Kuro-tan!"

The next was a loud groan and the sounds of rumbling as the cracked gates where shifted ... despite being busted open by a shift, thus causing rubble and debris of white stone crashing down and falling everywhere.

"WHO THE HELL MOVED MY RUBBLE? I LIKED THAT RUBBLE WHERE IT WAS! AND SO DID HE!" he ... well, less roared and more hollerled in a most disapproving voice. Not helped that he was essentially throwing a tantrum over breaking something aready broken and then trying to get someone else (Zento) involved.

Shortly, and without a word of apology for breaking the broken gates even more, entered two shinigami (or at least they looked like shinigami, what with their uniform and the more powerful of the two having a Captain's cloak), one of whom had also subjugated an unfortunate team of Hollows that instinctively tried to attack the Shinigami, instead of doing their job properly. Damn idiots. How dare they do that, it was just humiliating!

That was about the point in which the Captain introduced himself, by name, as well as his Lieutenant in a dignified manner, completely unlike their rude method of not stepping through the hole in the gates but ripping down whatever was left by trying to 'force' them open despite there being enough room for them in the first place.

"Who are you people, and where is my horse?" shouted the petulant child, whose very words summoned a magical rainbow unicorn from the depths of space and time to heed his call. In actuality, this was another Hollow who sole job in appeasing the Little King was, due to his equine nature, paint himself in a rainbow pattern and stick what appeared to be a part of a zanpakuto to his head to resemble a horn. In short, it was a very ugly unmajestic hunched-over hooved behemoth (easily standing at several meters tall) that crashed through a wall and knelt down next to Zento. Which then allowed Merrow to hop over off his shoulder and on to the back of this beast, before squeeing as he slid down his back as though it were a toy.

After reaching the ground, and ignoring the fact that there were two shinigami and a Vizard inside Las Noches (and had not yet tried murdering anyone yet, amusingly), he then stood up and pointed a finger at the 'unicorn.'

"Good! Now fight the other horsie or you shall be lunch!" The 'unicorn' then let out a triumphant "MOOOOO" and charged at the unfortunate other equine Hollow, causing them both to hastily exit offstage through the right by smashing down another wall.

In stark contrast to the seriousness in which the Vizard and Shinigami had presented themselves, it seems the Arrancars and Hollows ran on pure nonsensoleum unleaded. Which would be further emphasized by Merrow's next few statements.

"Oh! You're Shinigami! Hi Kuro-chan! Hi Saori-yama! My name's Merrow! This here's my nii-san, Zento! He says he's a Janitor, but really hehasselfesteemissues. Also, this guy's Kuro-tan! Say hi Kuro-tan! Wait Kuro-tan, Kuro-chan? Kuro-chan Kuro-tan? Hey, why do you both have Kuro in your names? Are you brothers? You look nothing alike! Were you siblings in your human lives? Did one of you disown the other? Did the older brother kill the younger one? Did the younger knock up your mother? Are you father and son? Are you half-siblings? Why is he a Vizards and you a Shinigami? Do you have similar Zanpakuto? If you became a Vizard, Kuro-chan, would it look like Kuro-tan's? Though it has no mouth, so how would you eat when you first get Hollowfied? How old are you? Is Saori-yama your sister? Is she Kuro-tan's sister? Are you all related? Do you have cousins? Are other shinigami here, can I meet them? AND WHY IS MY PONY TAKING SO LONG KILLING NII-SAN'S HORSIE?"

As you can see, he had reached critical babble mass. Sadly, before anyone could answer his questions, Merrow had another realization! THEY HAD GUESTS!

"OHHHHHH! WE HAVE SO MANY GUESTS, INCLUDING SHINIGAMI NINJAS! This is soooooo COOOOOOOOOHHHHHHL. Everybody! Do your job right or you're 'fired!!' NOW!"

At which point all the Hollows and some lesser Arrancar began to sing. In fact, there was a huge chorus of them now signing, most of them crawling out of hidden compartments and doors from everywhere, others exitting out of Hallways while joining the off-key progression of notes, which sounded like warbling vultures in copulation.

If one listened to what they were saying, it was a nice upbeat tune inviting the guests in for their stay and probably would have sounded sincere if ... well they weren't sung by horrendous monsters of the darkness and evil in human hearts overtaking their soul, poisoning it into monstrous and grotesque forms. Well, to be fair, it probably was sincere considering the tiny Arrancar forcing them to sing or have their job contracts terminated sincerely believed it. And the power of faith was a strong one, able to apparently override millenia long hatreds between species, even hybrid ones. If only for three minutes.

"SO! What brings you to Los Nachoes?"

Zento had watched all the chaos rise. It was funny really. This kind of thing always happened. He laughed and started to look up at his brother. shifting his top hat to fit more comfortable. He watched the chaos. Seeing the sixth espada showing up. Zento gave a cheerful sound to his voice. "HELLO ARRANCAR WITH CLEAVAGE!" Using the world hoping his little brother didn't know what he meant by that. He would have the shadows of his hat covering his eyes along with his hair. Making it hard to tell what he was looking at. Which would be what he called the espada by. He had a smile on his face. Laughing at the whole thing really.

He was happy to hear though that people were gonna live here. It could use more lively people in here. He smiled and loved the fact that everyone was gonna show up. He had more people to live with and to join in his odd acts other than his little brother. He spoke. "Well I'm glad that you're living here now. Just remember, I like my floors clean. If you can, try and pick up as best as you can after yourselves." Zento smiled hoping the man would keep that in mind. He seemed like he was cool.

BAM! He heard the sound. Someone fucked up his door even more than he did with his pirate ship. "HEY HEY HEY HEY! WHO MOVED OUR RUBBLE! THIS IS AN OUT RAGE!" He screamed. He then felt that reiatsu. He could tell it was very powerful. Something stronger than most shinigami. A Captain? Walking in with the Vice captain? Sounds like something is up. He didn't know if any more was gonna show up. He would grab his sword softly. His eyes changing completely. Seeing the two showing up. One bowing and saying his name was Kuroden. Kuroden.... Where has Zento heard that name before? He knew it somewhere. He couldn't put his finger on it though.

Zento's eyes were cold. However no one could see it do to the fact his eyes were covered by his shadow and hair. But if someone paid attention, he didn't have his smile on his face this time. He had a look of emotionless to it. He then watched his little brother introduce himself and everyone else. Hoping off of his shoulder and onto his horse. He smiled looking at his brother asking a million questions. "I'm sure that they are all perfectly fine. I hope they get along though. We don't need my floors getting messed up any." Zento still was upset. The man seemed to walk around the place like he owned the place. Flailing his reiatsu around.

Zento couldn't help it. His own reiatsu started to show. The power was something. It was his normal reiatsu instead of his repressed reiatsu. He forgot all about hiding himself and introduced himself more properly. "My name is Zento. I am the Janitor here in Las Noches and Cero Espada. Please state your business here Kuroden and Saori." His voice was not with hate. Nor did it have his happy go lucky voice as normal. It was calm and emotionless. that was something about Zento. He had a million moods. No one could ever tell who they were gonna meet. But they were all him. Not like some multiple personality guy. Just him hiding off some things about him.

Zento would stand up and had his arms crossed. his eyes showing now. Looking dead at the captain. Trying to figure three things out. Why was he here? Was this going to break out into a fight? And where was that name heard from before.

"Please forgive me for being straight forward. We don't get shinigami visitors here that often. Normally it is to try and kill us. So I would like you to state what you need and please get on your way. Don't take it the wrong way though. I just have no reason to trust you." Zento would grip his sword tighter. He would not pull it out for the sake of Merrow. He didn't want him to see the blood shed. He has been through his own battles and has always tried to keep his smile on his face to keep him happy. Unfortunately, Merrow won't see that smile for a bit. He had to make sure everything was going to be safe in here. He was ready incase they made any movement in the wrong way.

Shinigami?! Here? Why? What do they need from us? They don't just walk into Las Noches to do whatever they wanted. He must be planning something. I refuse to hear what they have to say. If it was just me that is. But Merrow wants to know what they want. So I will try my best to not make a Sean in front of everyone. Damn.it! How could I be so careless though to say my rank in front of them?! I need to keep a lid on it. Zento thought to himself

In the span of a few moments, things began happening. For one, one of the espada, a lower ranked one, definitely below four, probably five or six, had appeared. Thankfully, she was not hostile. So far, the arrancar had been much less volatile than he had originally heard. It could mean a great deal of things. For one, it was possible that one of the espada had an idea that he had, the idea of using souls of a specific race to infuse the brand of reiatsu into a being. By doing so with hollows, it would make artificial arrancar, but artificial arrancar were different. Normal arrancar were not really infused with shinigami reiatsu, they were simply imitating them by sealing their power into new forms, their zanpokuto. In doing so, they lost part of what represented their power, their masks. For artificial arrancar, it was highly likely that infusing shinigami reiatsu changed the arrancar transformation, so that instead of simply sealing hollow power, it combined hollow and shinigami power, sealing both into the zanpokuto. In doing so, it not only suppressed the usual hollow instinct, but also gave them a more logical thought process. It would certainly explain the attitude of the arrancar he had seen so far.

Kuro narrowed his eyes as he felt the Captain Commander, the same one from his era, destroy... wait. What the hell possessed him to destroy an already destroyed gate? Seriously, there was showing off, then there was just waving your dick around. He turned, placing himself between Kuroden and Zento, though, off to the side so that he was not in the direct way of the two. He nodded slightly in greeting at Kuroden. It was clear whose side he would stand on should a fight break out. That alone should have encouraged Kuroden to pause if he planned a fight. Kuroden was powerful, but he was not foolish. Even if he was arrogant, the captain commander would not pursue a fight that was not needed when it may lead to his death. He knew that much. Although Kuroden had once been a mentor to Kurokon, it was no longer the case, obviously. He respected his power, but he was not a child, not anymore. One thing stood out to all who saw the three, Kurokon, Kuroden, and Merrow. Their power was obvious, even if Merrow would rather rob a candy store than kill one of them. Each of them lead a race, each race was feared by the others, though it was less so for the vizard, as they were mostly neutral, until now.

Kurokon grinned as he finally saw Saori. An attractive young thing, but no doubt Kuroden had stuck such a claim on her that she was more like a puppy following its owner. If not, then she was a smart woman, as she instantly recognized she was in the presence of those who could kill her easily, if Kuroden were not there. She also recognized a fight was not needed. Her presence told Kuro that Kuroden was not here for a fight, as he would never bring someone he wasnt sure could survive into a fight like what would occur. Saori obviously felt a bit nervous at the moment, from her proximity to Kuroden. She was his Vice Captain, so it was usual to stand close, but not that close. Of course if he was right about her and Kuroden, it was understandable. Those comfortable in each other's presence often stood closer than others, especially lovers. Saori was wearing a mask, but not that of a vizard. It was more like an arrancar's, seeing as it covered only the lower portion of the face, while a normal vizard mask covered most, if not all, of the face. She might be interesting though.

Merrow had agreed, which was a relief. Finding another home would be troublesome, and he did not wish to sacrifice that many souls for a dimension for so little people. It would be a waste and an insult to those who had died. Normally, his sense of morality did not extend to those who had died, but to make them die for a pointless thing, one which was an insult, would be too far, even for him. Merrow seemed to babble about him and Kuroden, then he mentioned Saori, but Kuro didnt answer. He knew if he answered at the moment, Merrow would only continue to babble. He knew how children acted, and considering Merrow was not regressing into a serious state, it was obvious this was his passive state. To be such a child while ruling Lost Nachoes, it would explain quite a bit about things. Such as why the arrancar and hollows seemed to be on edge. A child would get angry easier, and take it out more often. Strange though, that a child would retain such a personality in hundreds of years of life. Kurokon had recalled he never acted so young, it was a shame really. Maybe he could be less serious here, in Lost Nachoes.

Zento's reaction was both expected, and surprising. Kuro knew before he had spoken that Zento was high ranked, the slight glance he had garnered at Zento's previous release of reiatsu had proven that. What surprised Kuro was how he got serious without there being much need. True, the Captain FUCKING Commander had waltzed into Lost Nachoes, but he had shown no ill will so far, so there was little need to become stressed for it. Kuro gave Zento a glance, trying to get him to relax, practically sensing how Zento was stressed at the moment. Kuro nodded at Zento reminding him that he liked the floors clean. He always cleaned up his own messes. It was needed after all, for his work stations to be clean, and he was not patient enough to wait for someone else to do it for him. Not only that, but he saw it as a sign of weakness to rely on others for such simple things. Aside from that, he had inventions which could dissolve any real dirt or bacteria which would be noticed.

Kuro took a deep breath in. When he exhaled, a black mist came out, covering his face. The mist was a solid form of his reiatsu. For a moment, it glowed red, before it dispersed, revealing his hollow mask. "Kuroden... Old man... What brings you to these parts?" He knew Kuroden wouldnt come here for no reason, even if he had simply sensed him, he doubted Kuroden would come for a simple visit. There was something strange about this, something grating his mind. He knew something was up, and he wanted to know what. He heard a sudden laughing sound, far, far away. Knowing who it was, he grinned behind the mask. His subordinate had finished, and would meet him shortly. Contrary to what Merrow had said, his mask DID have teeth. Imagine his mask as three layers, on the front was the design and imprints which constantly showed. Under that was a solid white layer, with only teeth, which only showed when he opened his mouth wide enough. Beneath that was a simple layer, nothing special at all, simply the back of the mask. It was rare he showed his teeth in the mask, but it had happened before. Particularly when he charged a cero from his mouth, or ate a spirit. "Now now Zento, I know it may seem rude to simply barge in, but I have a feeling Kuroden doesnt mean any harm, after all, if he did, he would have attacked by now after all." He said, trying to get Zento to relax.

Bonii was nervous. They almost never had visitors, much less Soul Reaper ones. This was beyond belief. Either today was going to be the day she died, or the day that she got her arms and legs sliced off. She preferred neither.

Unfortunately, the captain-commander and his lieutenant themselves had arrived in hueco mundo, and were probably going to kill every arrancar there. She wanted to survive as long as possible, so she said "Zento-sama.... Merrow-sama... uh... I'll be inside if you need me." To the guests she said, "Um... please enjoy your stay." Then, she would scamper back inside the gate as past as possible.

{exit}

This was a most odd situation for one such as Kuroden to find himself in. In all honesty upon introducing himself he forgot to add the Mikodo at the end of his name as his clan has so long been forgotten by the world that most wouldn't even think to realize what it truly was, or understand that he and Saori weren't blood related. She was something of utmost importance to him without really being a being that most would consider relevant outside of a working relationship between that of a captain of lieutenant. A fixating feeling came over the captain commander though, when the one that seemed to hold the most power of the arrancar he had been presented to spoke.

The next action that would take place would be a bow from the leader of the shinigami's military force. "I apologize for the mess I made messing up your.. mess?" Now, Kuroden wasn't one to usually adhere to the standards of what was going on around him, but he felt that it was more than apparent that each of the men before him was hiding a piece of their own strength save realization of complete analysis of themselves by the opposition. The opposition... that of course was the Shinigami as nature intended them to be, but why couldn't they prove otherwise in the face of the wake of the future? It would have seemed that there was some way to prove safely that there were no hard feelings between the groups and that Kuroden was here simply for inquiry's sake, but the cero espada didn't seem to feel such way.

After the appearance of the horse like hollow and the orders given to it, and of course the ramming of the other horse like hollow through the wall, the cero espada, Zento, seemed to grip his hilt in anger. But wait. . . Zento. That name was so foreign yet so familiar in the back of Kuroden's mind. It so closely resembled that of. . . well no, it couldn't be. That much coincidence would be utterly perposterous. . . but even in the realm of the living such proceedings as was currently happening would be considered of imagination and utterly improbable, let alone impossible. That was a thought set for a time latter than this. In the forefront of his mind he was watching Kurokon watch him being watched by the Cero Espada who was coming ever closer it seemed to wanting to chop Kuroden's head off. That was understandable, but the focus of reiatsu to his position was most discerning, like he wasn't wanted around.

Merrow was quite the talker it seemed, but it was of no problematic sort to Kuroden. He actually enjoyed how enthused the male was about all that was going on, but he couldn't tell if it was a ruse or if he was actually just this "bubbly" normally. It was rather refreshing for the moment either way. His lack of ability to stay on a singular subject was rather hilarious in an adorable child like way. Kuroden would ignore the janitor's question as the abrasiveness he threw in, his actions that was, was like venom that thoroughly annoyed the captain of the first court guard squad. He may have misread the signs but from what he could note to be of interest in all that happened, the male wanted even more now to take his head. Kuroden could guess that the only thing stopping him from attacking was the fact that Merrow was there. The two seemed to have some sort of connection and that would logically be the thing that stopped a man such as the cold eyed janitor from attacking.

In either respect Kuroden felt the need to not. . . wait, what? The hollows and arrancar that Merrow had barked an order to began to. . . sing and fucking dance? That was a sight in all of his years that the captain commander of the thirteen court guard squads had NEVER ONCE had the pleasure of beholding. It was truly something so very humerous that the man, even as he was, couldn't help but bellow out in thunderous laughter about. Twas not the type of laughter that would make one come to believe he was mocking Merrow or his show in the slightest. No. It was the type to show that the man was more than enjoying the show. A raise in his hands and then a repetative bringing them together was a sight to behold as he rarely laughed or even more so gave applause. Looking over to Merrow and now feeling a need to respond to Zento.

"It's fine Zento. You wished to assert your position on the need to defend your home and family, that is more than understandable. I also apologize for the rubble. I wished only to enter through the gates rather than a large hole and seem something of an intruding sort. And Merrow, by God, you've a masterful production here. This is literally the best thing I have seen since 1978 when Led Zeppelin was in concert in Japan. But that's besides the point. I don't have much time actually and just came here out of sheer curiosity as to who occupied this realm and how the home of the hollows looked. I apologize for any intrusion upon you all that Saori and I may have caused and as proof of such we shall be shortly ta--" He was cut off short by the retort of the young Mr. Shikyo.

"Kurokon, my boy. You know for fact that I wouldn't cause trouble nor raise blade without fair reason. But even with your hollowesk powers have you forgotten your manners? It's so rude to speak to others in a muffled voice, let alone with your face covered." Kuroden shook his head slightly. "Merrow, Zento, it was nice to become acquainted with you, but for now I must beg my leave. Before I go though, Merrow. Should I ever return it will be with a group of my own and it shall be to beg you to teach them that wondrous dance of your people. Saori, we make way for home. Begin the preparations, would you?" With that a single white sash slipped from Kuroden's sleeve and into his hand. Swirling it around the shingami duo he would bid them one final goodbye before the cloth encircled them flashing into nothingness. And with that they were gone from sight, mind, and possible range of detection from those that remained here.

Exit w/ Saori via Kido.

(I'm out of practice for these kinds of rps so don't expect the shit you all been typing.)

After finding his way out of the forest and traveling through the desert Kenjiro happened upon the gates of Los Noches "Ahh the gates of Lost Nachos." Kenjiro said "Wait....WHERE THE HELLS THE FUCKING G-Oh it's rubble." Kenjiro said in a bored fashion. Kenjiro began walking towards the three men specifically towards Kuro. Reaching into a a bag Kenjiro pulled out the orb he collected the souls of hollows with "Hey old fuck. Catch." Kenjiro said tossing the orb to Kuro.

(Yupp joining this party because.. well because people apparently want me to)

Step, tap, twirl. "PEOPLE ALWAYS TOLD ME~ BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU DO~" Twirl stomp, tap, grasp hips and jump. "Don't go AROUND BREAKING YOUNG GIRLS" HEARTS~" She stomped once more as she made her way out of the building and outside.

Fresh air greeted her with a vengeance. Each movement pushed her jacket back behind her, until it sat just barely on her arms. Her boots 'thunk'ed with her each step, then would be followed by a light step. She looked like an overgrown child playing hopscotch. A dumb smile remained glued upon her face and easily portrayed her every happiness. Was it normal for an arrancar to be happy? Did she know or care- why no, no she didn't. In fact to those who thought she couldn't could honestly suck it... whatever IT was.

It seemed there was some sort of gathering going on and Ana was only slightly intrigued and she would investigate- but the song was in her souulllll soo instead, she'd wait til the end of it. Her feet tapped, her hands clapped and she twirled until the end of the song. It was almost painful to see how careless she was, until the song ended. Maybe one more time- well no, she couldn't. There was a shinigami or two and something else here and- OH SHIT THEY WANTED HER MUSIC! Terrified at the thought, she immediately shoved the mp3 and earbuds into her top and pulled her jacket tight over herself tightly. No one would ever know. Her face was the strangest mix of deer in the headlights and seriousness. "Soo the weather sure is nice... I think we should go for a swim." Yeah.. totally cool.

And then- there was the janitor. Ana smirked and moved swiftly up to his right. "Hey, Zenttooo~" She whispered softly, to gain his attention, before she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the lips, for absolutely no reason. Was there a point to this? No, Ana had no point, she simply felt the urge to randomly kiss the janitor, so she did.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Imma go out."

The little king calls out, while during his BAH-ing, he gave Zento a swift kick in the back for being a rude dolt to guests. Guests who had excused themselves and left, but were still guests during that time.

And shortly after kicking Zento, he waved hello or perhaps goodbye to the new Vizard and Kurokon and jogged out of the area down another hallway, through a trapdoor that was a giant convoluted tunnel system that magically teleported him somewhere else despite, realistically, not able to send him anywhere except deeper down in the ditch, to one of the many underground entrances to Las Noches.

In short, he left.

[EXIT]

Zento would sigh. He shinigami were leaving. He Would still be watching the captain commander. Thinking about his name. Zento had no idea. But that name had a meaning to him. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Zento would keep his eyes on him. Then feeling a sharp pain in his back. Being kicked by Merrow. "OWWWWWWWWW!" Zento would yell. Snapping back into his own reality. He would shake his head as he left. So now it was left with three people. Zento, Psy, and Analee. Zento would stay perfectly still as the girl planted a kiss on him. He wasn't sure what all was going on. But a kiss was a kiss. He laughed afterwards. "Guess that's my tip for the clean floors!" He would cheer with pride. Zento would sit down on the ground. Feeling a little odd. He didn't know what the hell was going on with him. He looked into the sky and couldn't stop staring at it. It was like he was in a whole new world. Zento rolls around on the ground and laughed. He didn't know what he was doing at all. Just being very odd. Something was up. But he didn't know what. He would find out though! Don't you worry about that! Zento would keep thinking about everything around him though. Trying to figure some things out.