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Tinja glares playfully at Randii. CLEARLY, this stern glance will discipline her unruly Fraccion.....clearly.
"My uniform is quite fine enough as it is. In fact, I would say it was rather impressive, were I not too humble to voice such thoughts."
A prim sniff indicates her opinion of the suggestion for alterations.
Her grin breaks back out too quickly however.
"We'll find a place for your Flota in this district. I don't think the other Espada would feel too threatened. At least, not until the army begins to take shape. Then we'll see what they say."
Seeing Valentina and Creon approaching, Tinja waves cheerily.
"Why hello there!"
At Valentina's comment, she laughs. "If they disobey, they die, of course. We're Hollows, what do you expect? The Espada in charge of the Armada will be the ultimate arbiter, of course, but its not a draft. They don't have to come if they don't want to. If they come, its not to play".
"Or rather, they don't play for themselves." Tinja's eyes gleam with a momentary cold shine.
Then she's back to her usual cheery self. "So! Seeing as the Shinigami don't seem to have any immediate response, and their due-date isn't for a few days, what say you we have us some fun today? I had two ideas -- we could either give the old training grounds a good stomping, or we could investigate these rumors i've been hearing of a rogue Arrancar attempting to set up some sort of counter-kingdom to Las Noches. Cuevas de la Muerte, I believe it was called. I've been hearing these rumors for a few months though, so a day shouldn't make much difference. We can have one thing today, and one tomorrow, either either day. So, which shall it be? I have no preference myself either way."