The Seamstress listens intently to the Arrancar's brief history lesson of his kind's past, their betrayal and culling. She holds no real interest in the happenings of the Quincy, as they're rarely seen moving out of their own territory. Though as of late with their recent actions, can be considered helpful to her maleficent cause. Carefully, she pours herself yet another cup of caffeine as he continues his lesson, noting his change in tone and aura as he shares his loathing for the Quincy with her and her company. The lids of her eyes close, slowly and inconspicuously the woman's gloves and tie begin to thin, as threads slither out of their position, and out of the window. They float and dance along the wind currents as they stretch out several blocks, weaving and intertwining themselves throughout the buildings surrounding the tower. Monsters previously kept at bay by the God King's presence boldly inch closer, testing the limits of his forewarning. She doesn't allow the wanton destruction to make its way to her precious building, making quick work of the baited beasts by swiftly slicing them to bits before they realize they even grazed her threads.
"Oh, you were talking about the man in white, forgive me. I have a terrible habit of not acknowledging those weaker than myself or people who do not catch my interest. His speed is remarkable, but if all he has is that speed then he Shouldn’t be too much of an issue."
She opens her eyes and turns her gaze to the arrancar as he dismisses the hero
Watchman as if he were nothing more than a nuisance, and perhaps to him he was, but to her, his heroics are a direct threat to her desires. She thinks for a moment, side glancing to the screen, where the footage of him continuously played while they discussed their business. And something, or rather, a lack of something catches her attention, causing her to place her ceramic cup on her desktop. She rewatches the recording of their initial interaction, playing close attention to the frames, the lighting, and lack thereof. Leaning back on her chair, she grimaces briefly.
"Precisely what I mean. His speed is too remarkable, so much so that it is different than any regular movement. Him being a fullbringer and no Bringer Light shining as he moved between us as fast as he did, then it has to do with his ability. And that is what concerns m-"
"I almost forgot!" She blinks, briefly stunned by his sudden outburst.
"Take some time to pack the things that you need, I know you humans require more amenities than we souls do. No particular rush but the sooner we leave, Primos, the better. If those Shinigami or that other Fullbringer happen to attack us I will personally hold them off. The last Shinigami I fought ran away after I redirected his attack back at him, I’d like to fight one with a bit more gaul."
A crimson eyebrows raises on the woman's forehead as Maximiliano urges them to pack their most essential belongings. She has no sense of urgency, seldom rushing to be at any place at any given time. Instead, she shakes her head.
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"Do not misunderstand me, while I do accept the partnership, and we certainly appreciate the escort to Hueco Mundo, I have no intention of permanently leaving Naruki City. Clearly, as we can see today, the shinigami troops appear to have dwindled, and there is a void we are looking to fill by taking over the safeguarding of this city." She finally stands, walking throughout the room as she continues talking. "If we were all to suddenly disappear, the Shinigami would undoubtedly see that as a suspicious and seek to kill us on sight. While most of those that come to this world die before accomplishing much, there is sure to be one or two that will be able to... connect the dots, if you will. If I can manage to secure a sort of... parley, they'll be more inclined to trust us, making our goals much easier to achieve. Their numbers are small, they cannot protect the entire city, and we don't need too."
While she isn't exactly a strategist in warring times, the Seamstress clearly values survival above all else, and staying in the world of the living, while securing a safe heaven in Hueco Mundo, Xaltation can keep appearances, feigning to have no contact with the dwellers of Las Noches. Their plans can continue, even seek to improve their methods. If per chance, they are able to acquire hollow bait made by the Quincy, they can refine it for better results from their fragrance.
"...I think it would be best to leave him at the mercy of the governing body of the Soul Society for now as we advance our operations towards Hueco Mundo, and learn this ability called, excuse me, my Spanish is a little rusty. Descorrer? If it would be too much to ask, Steph. Shall I go alone to Hueco Mundo to scope out the area and spearhead the task of establishing a base of operations there? I'd also like to determine the level of safety we’ll have from our guests…’subjects’."
She turns to Han'ei as he gives his input. Invaluable advice from the veteran, leaving the the fate of the caped hero in the hands of the shinigami for the moment being, at least until the moment he truly becomes a thorn in their side. Not only that, but the retired sergeant offering to scout the expanse of Hueco Mundo to establish their safety in those perilous sands.
"I think we’d rest easier knowing that this was as safe a place as you claim, and I’d like to be the first emissary to seek out the truth behind that myself. If you would allow me passage to Hueco Mundo as a gesture of good faith in our newfound partnership, then I'm sure we’d be more than willing to co-operate further as this new relationship begins. Wouldn’t you say so, King of the Hollows? After all, if there isn’t any trust, we will have nothing at all for when the fight really comes to our doorstep."
Stephania certainly had a knack for finding certain types of talent. In this instance, the Super Soldier proving himself indispensable for the surveying of their secondary base, while the tower remains at the forefront of their operations. This, to her, is an acceptable compromise, Han'ei was surely capable of handling himself, and depending on his results, she and the others could freely come and go between worlds as they need, without worry for their safety.
"A marvelous idea Sergeant! I'll be looking forward to visiting our home away from ho-"
CRASH!!!
"Mikoto Kimura, I am here to lend aid on behalf of Stephania."
Immediately, the woman's unbridled fury is felt concentrated on the unwanted trespasser, she watches intently, as if waiting for a miniscule shift in movement or spiritual energy. Is this a vasto? They are known to ignore reason, powerful to do as they like. No, she would have certainly made the creature minced meat long before it made its way to the tower. This moved past her strings, something no rampaging hollow can presently do. There is no zanpakuto, nor other discernable weapon, but the very
clothing on his back, synonymous of a clad fullbring. Yet
another fullbringer she had the grand displeasure of meeting this very day.
The woman's blinding reiatsu explodes violently from her person in the direction of the man, as if the very weight of the largest brightest star in the universe was thrown, effectively burning his retinas and stunning the man while also forcing him back out the window, down the side of the building before the man can even activate his fullbring ability and move through the building as he likes. On high alert, the woman does not pull the strength of her spiritual pressure, fracturing several bones in his arms and legs, while also crushing several rib bones and clavicle. Without a doubt, he was sure to have internal bleeding as well as damaged organs from such a blow. It was obvious the man grossly misread the room and should have taken more time to study the people within the building before violently crashing in, and attempting to do such a thing
after intruding.
"ON BEHALF OF WHO?!"
Stephania bellows out enraged, having never met this man in her life. He has the
audacity to use her name freely?! A man that had been gone for over a decade, with no power, no money, no status. Hansha had made quick work of that. Sure she had sent him an invitation to her fashion show weeks ago, but with his absence, he insulted her, her work, and her company. Now in the present time, he was worth no more than the peasants that muster up just enough money to buy a single item with her name on it in a mediocre effort to appear the most fashionable amongst their peers.
Her fingers twitch as the gloves on her hands burst off her skin, as the threads on the side of the building entangle the man in the ensnaring web,
mercifully saving him from violently splattering on the sidewalk. Yet such an action is not done out of sheer benevolence, no. She entangles him in a multitude of threads that wrap around the joins of his body. His ankles, knees, the beginning of his leg, around his abdomen, his neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, and even knuckles. He so much as twitches and the very limb is severed.
"What exactly was your plan, Kumira?"
Her tone is unforgiving, despite this, she is not entirely blinded by rage. She's aware of the rampaging hollows in the area encroaching on the buildings, wreaking their wanton mayhem throughout the city. Now was the perfect time to begin sending out back up to the front lines, to help those currently unable to help themselves. While she waits for the man to muster up an excuse, the woman presses a button on her desk's phone, acting as an intercom in a specific room, a hidden gem is finally unearthed.
"Yayoi, hollows are rampaging through the city, why don't you go play some games with them?"
