[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

“Not my concern.”

So far, today has been exciting but not enough thrill for the likes of the 3rd seated member of the tenth division. After constantly killing the white mask creatures that were oddly appearing throughout the day. On top of one unknown individual who managed to go throughout the city and kill numerous hollows where no information has been reported back to Izanagi yet. Not that he cared for such information, but it would go a long way for the tenth division to share their endeavors. Yet, found himself lying along the surface of the building roof. A good place that Izanagi uses for downtime. It didn't matter which roof or area it was.
It wasn't a place that could be accessible for loudmouth living humans to disturb him—complicated when there is a city filled with those same humans. Izanagi doesn't hate humans; he prefers quiet and less crowded areas. Remind him of the days of being within the eleventh division. Loudmouth bunch who had no cares about who heard them. So, Izanagi used any excuse to be on guard duty where it wasn't loud, just the perfect place to be lazy and sleep whenever he saw fit. That all changed when he was sought out and recruited to be within Division 10. A division that holds itself to a very high standard and a standard that he, himself, had to live up to or be removed.
At that moment, Izanagi had to figure out what type of soldier he would be for Division 10. And that answer came when he fought two arrancars over the blood of the Soul King when aiding a member of Division 1 their escape. After Ryuga died in action, Captain Tenzen Oda of the Fifth Division, that man went by many names mentioned through some places of the Seireitei. The latter is familiar with it and him. The Captain showed Izanagi that day what strengths and weaknesses look like. And on that day, he demonstrated how dangerous one could be with power. But was it his true power? Something Izanagi still has yet to figure out. He was only aware that the Captain of the 5th division was a dangerous individual who calculates and attacks with no hesitation. The type of figure Izanagi aims to be, if not more. And when both Higen and Fuyuko left for Division 1, the morale of division 10 went down. They became more of a hollow of their former selves. They were masking their weakness for strength, which isn't bad. It took Shizuka to expose the failure and those weaknesses to show true grit. That shows division 10 relied too much on the former LT and Captain. The squad members were making them the heart and soul of division 10. And they were, but they left all the teachings and training to keep them going, which brought Izanagi here today. Both Izanagi and Shizuka created a bond over the century, where they both became brothers through that very bond.
So, the would-be sleeping shinigami finds himself on a rooftop, inhaling the contents of the rolled-up paper cigarette where it causes the end of the rolled-up paper to singe from slowly inhaling. Hence, the purple/black-haired shinigami made the soft sizzling sound. Then Izanagi exhaled, where a trail of smoke exited between his lips. After that, a few shinigami appeared before Izanagi, and they stood over him staring down at him as he laid there, but the sleeping demon paid them no mind.
"3rd seat Kiyoshi, Sir! We were unable to locate the individual responsible for killing the hollows. It is as though they vanished or did not exist. However, the other patrol group noticed Hollows attacking the females. A pattern that he been noticed since we arrived from today, sir."
One stated while the other two remained silent and waited for further instructions. As if there were instructions to give in the first place.
"So you not only come to unnecessarily disturb my peace with this news, where you could have just placed this in the report by phone. On top of failing to do your jobs to locate the suspect. Instead of just searching for the individual, you come here to tell me this wasting valuable time? Do I have to spell it out for you to understand where I am going with this? Do not report to me unless it is an emergency or you've located this person."
Izanagi stated with no sense of authority behind his words, yet it still carries weight in the demands that he gave them. They understood completely. Izanagi did not once look their way, did not once open his eyes. They remain entirely shut, and any said not a single word of the three shinigami. They immediately left the area, leaving Izanagi alone once again. Nothing odd came to Izanagi's mind about hollows attacking only women. It didn't feel relevant, but this message would still embed that information mentally to add to the report. Until his phone beeped from within his shihakusho, thinking what was it now. When whipping out the phone, he noticed a text from the Lieutenant.

Quote:"Group up with me, ASAP, here's my location."

And just like that, almost instantly, the calm sleeping demon was starting to awake when his mouth adjusted into a wide smile. The same smile when the devil knows something is about to happen, Lt. Shizuka would only send a message like that when a fight was going to occur, and when he calls that shot, it means it could be life or death. A thrill that this shinigami been waiting for all day a chance to battle someone or something worth killing by his hands. Maybe this fight would snuff out that spiky Arrancar, the perfect opportunity to come out and play. Sneak around and attack like before. Only the next, there won't be any escape.
Without a moment to lose, Izanagi stood to his feet and immediately left the area with no hesitation while following the pinging location of his superior. It wouldn't take a few minutes to arrive. A few minutes passed when he appeared perched on the horizontal ledge of the roof, scabbard already resting on the shoulder of Izanagi, where the end of the sheath pointed upwards diagonally to the sky, with half of the sheath leaning against the collarbone. He lifted his head to where the Lt. stood, smile still on his face.

"SO WHO'S DYING TODAY, LIEUTENANT!?"
Shizuka would be able to hear the sinister tone of an excited demon who was ready to fight and kill whatever was the target. If the target has been made out, someone would soon reveal a soon-to-be target. Regardless, Izanagi is primed and ready to take out whoever needs it to perish from this world and enter the afterlife.

 

[Shinigami]

Despite no talk or warnings, a battle was taking place, or what awaited him on the exit of the Senkaimon, Shoumetsu went expecting some kind of excitement to quell his hunger for blood. The welcoming bright lights of the world of the living could be seen as he eagerly lept through the exit. He rested his hand lightly on the hilt of his zanpakuto’s taking the time to scout the area for any immediate threat. He wondered what their purpose here served because there were no signs or reiatsu signatures of battle taking place. Nor was there any indication on where the 10th division Lt. Shizuka whereabouts might be without actively trying to track his spiritual power, Though this proved a little more difficult to do since he never really been in the presence of the Lt to get a proper feel of how to determine his reiatsu out of others besides seeking out strong shinigami spiritual energy that he could detect.
Unsure which direction he should span out to search or when Lt. Jinnosuke would show up, he pondered if he would have enough time to hit up a sweets vendor. Next, he started to wonder if they would be forced to travel around in their gigai never liking to use those things because always strangely felt claustrophobic in them. Thankfully, before he had another odd thought out of boredom he saw the Senkaimon opening up shortly with his Lt arrival on the scene.
”Lt Jinnosuke do you have any clue what our purpose here is for? I decided to wait for you instead of going to search for the 10th division members cluelessly.”
While patiently awaiting his orders on what the two of them should do or where to go, his thoughts roamed back to stopping at a food stand or shop. With the excitement of the day starting hearing the speech of the Captain, he realized his morning breakfast only consisted of sake. Reaching into his garment he pulled out a wrapped rice ball from his pocket and munched on it as he started to expand his reiatsu senses further out to see if any strong pressures were in their vicinity.

 

[Shinigami]

“How many of these guys are there?!”

Watchman’s voice, distorted with an echo beneath his mask, cries out in confident confusion whilst his fist fiercely flies through his fearsome foe. His armor-clad arm impales itself through the reinforced hide of the monster before him, plunging itself shoulder deep into the creature’s gut. The shockwave of the sudden strike ripples throughout the Hollow’s body, rupturing each of its organs before bursting its chest cavity wide open. As the punch reaches the end of its momentum, the remainder of the creature's body begins to spiral, launching itself off the hero’s arm as its velocity carries it forward into a building
Fist left extended in the air, the white-knight does not have time to witness the monster’s splatter paint the building red. Instead, before he can even catch his breath, an obsidian spear manifests in his outstretched hand. The only movement he must achieve, is the tip of his finger touching against the cold metal, before his entire world is shifted. Only now being able to inhale once more, Watchman is no longer where he stood, but instead standing in the middle of an intersection. He is unable to take in his surroundings, as the very moment he appears all that can be seen is red. Running at full sprint, another such creature was unable to process Watchman’s sudden arrival, and ran head first into the spear that the hero holds horizontally before him. Silence replaces the screams that echoed throughout this street, leaving only the sound of Watchman’s exhale, before he once again disappears.

Flash By

How much time has passed? The jet crash, the alien encounter, discovering this new armor, it all felt like a lifetime ago. Every literal instant of Justin’s life since then has been relentless violence, endless confusion, and unbearable disorientation. Just as it seemed that he had eliminated the alien threat, a full fledged invasion appeared out of the sky. Could it be that removing every one of these creatures from the city caused a vacuum that these others were here to fill? Surely at this point Watchman was not the only one capable of engaging, or at the very least seeing, these foes. Yet it appears he is the sole hero fighting to defend the city, exterminating monsters without even a moment’s rest for hours now, without seeing a single soul even acknowledge their existence. Justin stopped trying to count how many of them he has killed, with his body count now leaving hundreds, if not thousands, of their corpses scattered throughout the city. Despite it all however, there still seems to be no end in sight.
It isn’t until now that Watchman can see the full picture. It would seem that the Spear has giving him his first break since wielding it. Now, standing in the sky, Watchman’s cape flutters behind him, as he is given a bird’s eye view of the entire city below him. Like rats through a sewer, the army of monsters swarm between buildings and lay in ambush within what darkness they can find. Yet civilian’s continue to go about their daily routines, pedestrians walk calmly down the streets, cars drive at mundane speeds. Somehow these aliens are able to make themselves invisible to regular humans. Why had the spear taken him here? Surely, after what felt like lifetimes of combat now, it hadn’t decided to spare it’s wielder. A break wouldn’t be beneficial anyway, though his mental capacity is at its limit, physically he has never been in better condition. Not even a drop of sweat has fallen onto his brow, and despite fighting for hours now he does not feel hungry, thirsty, or tired. Further, the Armament-Spear seems capable of deciding where Watchman needs to be on its own, and so a vantage point for scouting or surveying would be of no benefit. Yet for some reason this is the most important space for Watchman to be at this current time. This must mean that he is here because there is something he must see himself, and sure enough, he sees it. .
In the heart of the city, for only a brief moment, Altation Tower glows a vibrant yellow. If he hadn’t happened to be looking where he was, if he hadn’t been where he was, then the hero would have missed it. In truth, the detail at first seems miniscule, unimportant; that is, until Watchman notices the sudden silence below him. Where once the terrible sounds of the rampaging monster's destructive invasion rang as a cacophony above the city, now there is only pervasive silence. Watchman looks to the streets below him, only to see that every single creature has halted in its tracks. Apparently not mindless pillagers, each and every one of the monsters had fallen to their knees, kneeling as though in ritualistic worship to some unknown God. What’s more, they all appear to face the same direction, turning inwards towards the center of the city, towards Altation Tower.

“Wait, Altation brand? Stephania Shingetsu?”

Flash Back

The image of that woman’s face from before flashes into Justin’s mind. It had happened so quickly, and so much has happened since then, that he had not paid that interaction any mind until now. Come to think of it though, why had the spear taken him to two regular civilians? Well, that woman is a celebrity, but that doesn’t mean she’s not human. Could she be a threat like all the monsters he has been sent to, is that why he was sent to her? What were the chances that someone so famous would be involved in this? Wait, who was that guy she was with? Watchman was transported by Armament-Spear to attack him as well. It seems that the spear did have a reason for transporting Watchman to them, as well as to this location in the sky, so that he may see for himself that...
“Somethings-”
Watchman disappears once again, sure to reappear right where he needs to be. Only this time, something is different about it all. It is as though he were moving in slow motion before, the brief flashes of visuals Watchman was given were replaced now. Now, he moves at a speed so fast that all his brain can decipher is a single color, red.
“-not-”
Throughout the city the necks of Hollows fail in connecting their heads to their bodies. Seizing the opportunity provided by their stillness, the Armament-Spear wasted no time, at the cost of its own users' perception. It is as though a black arrow were fired, and in the same moment every one of these kneeling creatures was dead.
“-right.”
Simultaneously, the gaping open wounds of the creatures’ necks become faucets, spraying a stream of blood into the air. The streets of Naruki city are converted into a fountain show of miasmic crimson, as streams of red mist permeate throughout the sky. Forming clouds of red within the daily heavens above, this blood stream eventually succumbs to the whims of gravity. The city soon becomes drenched in crimson for a second time in the past decade, as it literally begins to rain blood down upon Naruki.

Flash Forward

Watchman is prepared for a battle against the final boss, or the destruction of the hivemind mothership, when he teleports away. Arriving on a barren rooftop, he expects to be atop Altation tower. Naturally barging in might not be a good idea, so stealth must be the answer. However as the hero adjusts to his environment, what he sees is not a luxurious tower beneath him, nor an alien ship, but a meager abandoned building.

“What am I doing here?”

He speaks seemingly to himself, watching as a green haired guy, laying on his back, is pelted in the face by a plethora of blood-droplets. Facing him, a purple haired guy is equally doused in the blood of enemies they both failed to even acknowledge. The Defender of Naruki City looks at these two weird dudes, trying to process what he sees in incalculable time. Each of them appears to be wearing samurai cosplay. Apparently they were just a couple of innocent LARPers. The two of them probably call this place their hangout, and were sneaking away up here to play pretend.

“Citizens! I must insist you head indoors, the city is not safe right now!”

Assuming that the spear took him here to rescue this couple of otaku’s, Watchman expects to be whisked away at the completion of the task. However, with the spear still in hand, he does not appear to go anywhere at all. He is fated to remain in this place, at this time, with these two. Why? He can already hear the opening of more portals, the arrival of more of those creatures, here to fill the void created by Watchman for a second time. Twice now he has rid the city of this threat, could he really do it a third? Turning his back to the duo, he looks upwards, watching the crimson rainfall. In the distance the massive X atop Altation Tower shines a vibrant neon, a beacon in the sky. Many lives find their threads of fate entangled in whatever was happening today, and Altation was woven into the center of it all. So many questions flooded Justin’s mind, but there is one place that seems to hold all the answers.

“I need to get to that tower.”

 

[Shinigami]

His large strides allowing him to quickly assess and assert his familiarity with Stephania’s space. A moment that won't be shared often but as a good business man he would be remiss to not take note of the measures of security within her bodice while he was here to make suggestions and potentially even adjustments. Dealing mostly over video conferences and long phone meetings up until this point this was one of their few face to face interactions, he assumed they agreed that with both their busy schedules if they only have to come together and talk about the growth of the merger it would be a sign of great business. With his constant but quick scan of the place as he sauntered in, he noticed she was already entertaining a guest as she allowed two more to join them. The one armed chef and a….spaniard model? Knowing Steph, Han figured she was trying to get him to sign with the Brand.
Standing opposite to Stephania but not straying too far, he takes his ’casual’ position by standing straight with his arms behind his back as if he were back on base. His dark glasses didn’t allow for the movement of his pupils to be tracked or seen but his eyes moved fervently to size up those within the room. He remained silent until he was spoken to directly, but remained attentive and listened to the words already spoken. Knowing Steph she was probably in the middle of a business meeting herself and his presence could potentially close the deal if his mind wasn’t already made up. So he just simply waited for his opportunity. Watching the chef pour out Steph’s liquid sustenance, he noticed that the other male in the room wasn’t partaking in any treats or beverages, in his experience only men of true habit forgo such pleasantries. When he entered he simply made soft eye contact with the red haired vixen, and a small nod to the mystery guest and an additional one to the chef as he waited for her to finish her thoughts.
“Good Morning! Quite the active one. Hmm… I'm sorry, I only cooked what I knew the others would like, Mr. Uh…I don't even know your name… hmm… well, take your choice of whatever is here… i made extra for any guests so you should be good! Enjoy your coffee!”
Han nearly rolled his eyes but the generosity couldn;t go unnoticed, he just simply shook his head and carried about his visual and mental check of the room. He couldn’t help but notice the presence and emergence of hollows continuously grow as the three stood where they were, and in the midst of it, Shinigami’s not performing their duties to protect the citizens. “Something isn’t right…”. It wouldn’t have been long after the chef’s introduction for the beverages that Stephania saw fit to carry on with her prior conversation.

"...So let me continue. This communicator allows us to take real time information on anything we come across. Be it friend or foe, amongst other things. Primarily, they will be able to notify us when and where someone is being attacked, and give us whatever information is being compiled as cameras around the city record this information. While normal humans may not be able to perceive these happenings, we can see the footage for what it is, and act accordingly without going in blind." She takes a releaser bomb in hand and offers it to Maximiliano. "This allows us to store reiatsu and steadily release it, which will be useful when trying to lose a tail, or bait a dangerous foe. Isn't that right, Han?"
Instantly snapping out of his mental surveillance, he was brought back into displaying his own variation of a business proposal, further solidifying the foundation of Stephania’s pitch. By taking out one of his own that he had picked up on the way here, he had been mildly placing his own reiryoku reserves into from the moment he had left the facility. Having it in his hand, he flips it up into the air as if it were a coin, watching the device fly through the air as it sailed close to the ceiling back down, it would begin to halt in mid-air as the colorless and nearly formless reiryoku belonging to Han seeped out from the tool as it formed a large orb overlapping but not concealing the device. Playing around with its usage while it was on his person, the device helped him augment his protective powers into deftly made items, even his own equipment before the merger hadn’t shown this much promise.
“That’d be correct Stephania. The device allows us to augment our natural abilities and their extremities as easily as it would be for us to inhale or exhale. I’ve stored my own power within the device to serve various purposes and I'm pleased to find it works on a level as remote as this. Then again, I’ve had some practice already.” he says as he grabs the orb from the air and immediately restructures it into another shape. A weapon, again, colorless and nearly without immediate form but it was shaped into a hammer. He swung it fast but non-threateningly, but it made a vaguely reminiscent sound of a hollow pipe but on an enhanced level. It was indescribable to the ear, but he would show the full extent of the item shortly as he found a window, and opened it wide then stood back in his original place. Taking his shield upon his back and then lightly tossing it as he hit it with the invisible hammer, seemingly with reasonable strength but the force was enough to rock the inside of the office and its furniture, along with being accompanied by the sound of an alien-like gong upon impact coupled with the faint resemblance of thunder. The shield soaring now through the air like a boomerang, he would turn back to the others to finish his demonstration. “Now obviously you get the gist of how it can be used, but this is just one offensive measure. It responds based on the strength of your own constitution and mastery of your own personal prowess. It also could make a great defensive tool as well, especially in high pressure situations.”
Turning on his heel, without seemingly a second to spare, the shield re-entered the room via the open window at alarming speeds, and with the tool in hand, he at a moments notice changed it form once more to a enlarged claw of sorts to catch the shield dead in its tracks, displaying it defensive capabilities, he figured he might as well have finished his closing presentation with satisfied silence on his behalf. Taking his shield and placing it on his back, shrinking it down to seemingly a pin sized item, unnoticeable to those who aren’t aware of his favorite tool. Standing back in his attentive position, he waited on what the next few words would be from their guest of honor. Still unsure of who his true identity is, he says that with short time will unravel the tale for him. Seemingly truly interested or at least amused with the display of the first generation of equipment curated between S.A.F.E and Stephania Brand, his face had a level of levity, wrapped with a sinister bow. He wasn’t sure what to make of him but had D.O.M. scan his body for any irregularities and subtleties missed while observing the exterior of the man in the room.
“Señorita Stephania, you and your ilk are like babies before the eyes of such entities, Hollow, Quincy, and Shinigami that is. The Hollows you lot purge are probably three times your age, yet with all that time they have accumulated they are snuffed out by beings who barely have a grasp on their powers. It happens so, so, so often. These bombs and comunicadores are great inventions, but they mean nothing before a great hunter. You toss your masking bomb only for it to be ignored because the being giving chase has superior sensory abilities. You gather information with the other device to properly access the situation and respond properly, yet what you believe to be accurate data is thrown off when the being shows a new level of unrecorded power or ability.” Dismissing himself from his chair and making his way over to the window previously used in the demonstration, he appeared to be looking out to the beautiful city skyline, but he knew his mind was pondering something else. “Given how you are treated with respect by these two individuals and how humans flocked to you out there, I can understand you are a person of importance. Having your own room at the top of this massive tower tells me you are of great prestige, a leader perhaps? If so you must know what power is then, yes?” “Well gee…that sounds quite rhetorical…” was all he could think. “Understand Señorita Stephania, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but you only think you know power. But now you know me. A Hollow has lent its ear to you and heard the plight you face here in the living world. Your kind are like distance cousins, birthed from interactions with Hollows and as such your powers are closely related to our kind. Your words have not fallen onto the ears of a mere messenger, no, they have fallen onto the ears of the God of Hollows himself.” almost instantly Han's inner defenses went up and was now ready to not hesitate to make a move. This creature was a hollow? How could he have been sooo…normal looking? Then he wondered if this was a part of a race of hollows that aren’t nearly as common as their regular kinsfolk, much more so resembling humans, or Shinigami. The Arrancar.
After showing a disdain for human beverages, the God-King would go on once more to show his allegiance to the enhanced Humans of Naruki City.
“Primos (Cousins) I personally welcome you to make a home in the sands of Hueco Mundo. We can have a home built for you in no time, one that triumphs over this paltry tower you call home. You can be as close or as far from Las Noches as you wish and we shall teach you how to use Descorrer to go to and from Hueco Mundo at your own discretion. Now you need not fear a boxed in death from your foes and as a bonus you have an endless supply of Hollows to lead unsuspecting women to. Ah, I guess I should let the Arrancar and other Hollows know you and your group are off limits from eating and killing haha!”
With this new information unearthed, and having digested the bulk of it, Han turned to Stephania for her own reaction. He remained silent, and would support whatever decision she made, within the realm of reason and sense, it would appear that they had much more to discuss still. It would seem that the winds of change within Naruki City were blowing with purpose.

 

[Gin]

"That’d be correct Stephania. The device allows us to augment our natural abilities and their extremities as easily as it would be for us to inhale or exhale. I’ve stored my own power within the device to serve various purposes and I'm pleased to find it works on a level as remote as this. Then again, I’ve had some practice already... …Now obviously you get the gist of how it can be used, but this is just one offensive measure. It responds based on the strength of your own constitution and mastery of your own personal prowess. It also could make a great defensive tool as well, especially in high pressure situations."

Those around her can see the woman nod approvingly as Han'ei's demonstration goes successfully. She requested these be made for reasons her own, and certainly didn't expect much usage by others, but their creativity is never to be underestimated. The backdraft from the force of impact ruffles her scarf and braid, while causing the piles of paperwork on her desk to fly wildly around the room as if they were giant pieces of confetti. Stephania's left hand extends out, manipulating the very soul of the wind around them to deliver the scattered sheets of paper back to her possession.

"Señorita Stephania, you and your ilk are like babies before the eyes of such entities, Hollow, Quincy, and Shinigami that is. The Hollows you lot purge are probably three times your age, yet with all that time they have accumulated they are snuffed out by beings who barely have a grasp on their powers. It happens so, so, so often. These bombs and comunicadores are great inventions, but they mean nothing before a great hunter. You toss your masking bomb only for it to be ignored because the being giving chase has superior sensory abilities. You gather information with the other device to properly access the situation and respond properly, yet what you believe to be accurate data is thrown off when the being shows a new level of unrecorded power or ability."

Her eyes follow Maximiliano as he makes his way to the glass windows overlooking Naruki City. He speaks bluntly, openly, holding nothing back. His way with words hints at a depth of life far beyond anything any of them could comprehend. Slowly, the woman's eyes narrow, suspicion arising as he continues, even as he faces away from the lot. Briefly, she looks away from him, out the window. Her gaze does not follow his, instead, her eyes quickly shift from side to side in multiple directions as she alone bears witness to the multitude of threads coalescing to meet a single one. For the mere instance of time they are conjoined she follows the single threat they all connect to before breaking apart as the hollows' lives are snubbed out one by one, through the entirety of the city in what seems like an instant. That sort of quickness is, in itself, very telling to the woman of the culprit behind the extermination of the hollows.

Again and again this hero interferes with her plans. She will have to find a way to reason with him or dispose of him. Finally, she returns her eyes to the man as he continues overlooking the city from her office.

"Given how you are treated with respect by these two individuals and how humans flocked to you out there, I can understand you are a person of importance. Having your own room at the top of this massive tower tells me you are of great prestige, a leader perhaps? If so you must know what power is then, yes?"

Humans. There it is again. Stephania nearly releases a chuckle. Is this a a joke? A blessing? Perhaps a curse? Clearly, he was unlike the lot in the office. Her eyes briefly study the other fullbringers in the room, pondering their perceptiveness to their current situation. While none of them could see the formation of the strings of fate for that single instance of time, surely, they were able to discern the difference in how he addresses them. As if he is something else. Something more.

"Quite perceptive, Señor Maximiliano. It's clear that where you're from, the culture is quite... different. I do not take offense if you have not have heard of me or my label. But to answer your question, yes, I do. In my world, fame, class, and money are what give you power." She smiles. "Most people don't obtain the type of comfort the truly powerful live in ever in their short lives."

"Understand Señorita Stephania, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but you only think you know power. But now you know me. A Hollow has lended its ear to you and heard the plight you face here in the living world. Your kind are like distant cousins, birthed from interactions with Hollows and as such your powers are closely related to our kind. Your words have not fallen onto the ears of a mere messenger, no, they have fallen onto the ears of the God of Hollows himself."

An eyebrow raises quizzically, baffled by his words. Between her pedigree and her own abilities, power is all she has ever known, yet the type of power he speaks of is drastically different than what she is accustomed to. His next words confuse the woman even further. A hollow?! Her mind races a mile a minute. Clearly, he is intelligent enough to carry a conversation without being overpowered by his instincts, unlike any other hollow that has plagued the city. But this form of his, this couldn't be a sort of possession, they could have certainly been able to differentiate a hollow from the human and acted accordingly. Its almost unbelievable to the woman that anything stronger than an adjuchas would so casually roam the world of the living with without a care in the world, let alone an arrancar. Yet here he stands, not only seamlessly integrated with humans, but the very title he claims... It was simply too outrageous to not be true. No other hollow has ever maid such a claim, yet here he stands, proclaiming to be the ruler of Las Noches.

The woman is either beloved by gods, blessed to make a new.. friend, or damned, cursed to draw her last breaths. After all, Stephania only sought the attractive man to model her label's clothing, but here she comes face to face with the ruler of Hueco Mundo, not only that, but she also brought him straight to her home, her base, and around all her allies.

"BLEGH! You humans enjoy this bitter drink!? I prefer colder beverages and foods to be honest. Anyway…"

The sudden outburst from behind causes her to snap back to reality. She gathers herself, glancing towards Han'ei's reflection on the glass to see his expression, while her own face remains obscured as she is turned away from the lot. Stephania was so distracted with her own thoughts she had not noticed him exit his gigai before their very eyes. Sighing, she leans back in her chair as he continues talking and she listens intently. There was no hostility from them in the beginning, and in turn, he himself presented no hostility towards them, allowing for conversation to continue uninterrupted.

An Alliance Forms?

"Primos (Cousins) I personally welcome you to make a home in the sands of Hueco Mundo. We can have a home built for you in no time, one that triumphs over this paltry tower you call home. You can be as close or as far from Las Noches as you wish and we shall teach you how to use Descorrer to go to and from Hueco Mundo at your own discretion. Now you need not fear a boxed in death from your foes and as a bonus you have an endless supply of Hollows to lead unsuspecting women to. Ah, I guess I should let the Arrancar and other Hollows know you and your group are off limits from eating and killing haha!"

"H-Ha..."

"HAHA!"

"HAHA HAHA HAHA!!!"

Her boisterous laughter breaks the silence after Maximiliano is done speaking. What in the world is he thinking?! He can't possibly be so trusting! And exactly what does he expect from them in exchange? The Fullbringer Mistress is flabbergasted by the sudden offer. An offer that is imply too good to be true.

"You cannot be serious! Surely this a prank or some sort of trap?! I don't mean to offend, as you don't strike me a dishonest man, but this is so sudden and simply too fantastic an offer. And from my own experience, no one gives so generously without expecting something in return. While I'm inclined to accept, me and those who choose to continue by my side, will have to know what exactly it is the ruler of Hueco Mundo asks in return for this bountiful offer."

With her contorted face, she looks at Han'ei, making it clear to him that she'll be accepting the terms of this new contract, regardless of what they may be. This will open the group to a vast amount of new opportunities, new abilities, and quite possibly new levels of power. After all, with their hollowesque powers, while it never crossed her mind she'd see the day she'd be able to freely and safely explore the vastness of Hueco Mundo. And while seeing these effects, also being able to test the limits of her power, now she is eager and curious to see what this can reveal about not only hers, but Hansha's, Han'ei's, and even Yayoi's abilities in an environment that favors them. In addition to seeing the available technology, as they could have the means to upgrade their communicator to reach beyond their own dimension to others.

Perhaps if Hansha was present, he'd've spoken some sense into this lunatic, but as long as he is able to continue doing as he pleases, there is very little he'd do to stop the woman from doing as she likes, regardless of who it would come to affect. For this instance, their interests align, as she does not have the luxury to blindly trust the Quincy, much less the Shinigami.

"I accept. I would be an utter fool to pass up this golden opportunity you have presented, Maximiliano. Not to mention, it appears that we already share a common enemy through no fault of our own."

Stephania pulls the stills and snippets of video from her desktop to display them on the screen on the wall. Different shots of him appear on the screen from all possible angles, with more appearing by the second as he moves from place to place across the city.

"I don't know who this is, nor what his goals are, but as you and I both witnessed earlier today, he is clearly a threat. I can say with high certainty that he is a fullbringer. This display of power is synonymous with a clad type. As it can't possibly be a zanpakuto ability, nor can it be a quincy ability." She takes a sip of the cup of coffee she neglected until now. "Han, I believe you will have the best chance at getting through to him. To help with our operations in Naruki, or even out in Karakura. I strongly advise against informing him of our newest alliance, due to him seeming more preoccupied with helping civilians. There's no telling how he will react to our future dealings."

All that remains now is the Shinigami gathering on the far side of the city, which have yet to make a move towards them, and thusly have yet to present themselves as a threat to the Fullbringers.
The only question now is how long is their peace going to last?