[Bitp:R] Hueco Mundo 2

[KerfuffleMach2]

Me? I get bored. Too long in one spot with nothing to do.

[horngeek]

Mei chuckles. "How did you get put in?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Just climbed in and waited. For about an hour.

[horngeek]

"Probably had something to do with it. You didn't go through what someone else in it would have, maybe. I mean, couldn't you have gotten out any time?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz nodded. Yeah. But I didn't. I waited.

[horngeek]

"It still probably would've been more effective a test if you couldn't get out on your own."

Mei looks at the coffin.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz shrugs. Then looks from Mei, to the coffin, and back.

Are you trying to make a suggestion here?

[horngeek]

Mei shrugs. "It's a comment. If you do want help getting closer to what your victims would go through..."

Mei sighs. "To be honest, I wouldn't take pleasure in it. I care for you three, and causing any of you actual pain- physical or psychological is something I'd prefer to avoid. But if it helps you when you need to do this for, say, information... then I'll help in this way."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz smiles. Aw, that's so sweet.

In all honesty, I take pleasure in pain. Punching me would make me feel happier. Sure, it's strange, but that's just how I work. And something like this... She looks back at the coffin for a moment. I really don't foresee it doing anything to me.

But, you are right in that I should get the full experience. So... She offers her wrists for Mei. Tie me up!

[horngeek]

Mei nods. "But even if you have a different reaction to what others have, this might still help, right?"

She reaches for any rope at hand, and will bind Ivaz and put her in the coffin. "Ready?"

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz nods. Probably. Only way to find out is to do it.

Once in the coffin, Ivaz nods. Yep.

[horngeek]

Mei nods, then swings the lid down and locks it. She unlocks it half an hour later (or if Ivaz starts to panic).

She'll then open the lid and help Ivaz out, including untying her. "You all right?

...to be honest, a part of me has always cared for anyone I've been with if both of us consented. Serazel, on the other hand, is a dear subordinate. You and Ruwa... have both that, and what most who encounter my Aspect have from me. That's not an easily broken bond, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you are all as well off as possible."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz does not panic at all. In fact, when Mei opens it, she'll find evidence of Ivaz trying to play tic-tac-toe on the inside of the coffin. Using a spike to carve it, of course.

Ivaz nods. I'm fine.

After Mei's confession, Ivaz stays silent. She was never good at these kinds of talks.

I...really don't know how to respond to that, Mei. Really. Um...I guess...thanks.

[horngeek]

Mei smiles- not a flirtatious smile, but a genuine one. "It's all right. And if you need any more help like that, just ask. Although... that one didn't look very effective on you, did it?"

She chuckles.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz grins and shakes her head.

Didn't think it would be. I've found I'm fairly resistant to all this.

[horngeek]

"Looks like it, doesn't it?

Well, let's get working on these traps for now, all right? You might be able to help me with a couple of things..."

[KerfuffleMach2]

Ivaz snaps to attention and salutes.

Yes ma'am!

And deadtime.

[Callos_DeTerran]

Genoveva

"..."

"'ey...ya gots all silent on meh. Ah didn't kill ya yet, have Ah?" The irate drawl is met by silence, the reek of burned flesh filling the surprisingly large antechamber within Genoveva's Palacio. A long and sturdy chain hung down from the ceiling, the beshadowed figure dangling from their wrists where they had been strung up. Large craters dotted the white marble room, smoke still rising from them though no source of fire can be spotted.

A frown graces Genoveva's face as she reaches up to wipe her brow with the back of her arm, swiping away the sweat there even as her eyes return to their normal-'slitted' appearance that most people found so very unsettling. The Primera's normal sleeveless vest had been discarded in favor of the normal jacket that arrancar tended to favor, mostly to avoid the necessity of having to wash her favored garment any more then it needed to be.

"...Please..."

"Eh? Still kickin'? Good fer you! Yer times 'most up..ya hold on anuder ten minutes and yer golden!" Genoveva says, entirely too happily, as the body sways back and forth in mid-air, feet lifted up off of the ground. A mocking smirk comes to the Primera's face as she resumes her new training regime...

Ten minutes later and her punching bag was almost unrecognizable as a human form, partly because the desperate arrancar had released mid-beating in a bid to escape and partly because the escape had failed and Genoveva had continued what she was doing. Whistling a jaunty tune to herself, the Primera wipes the sweat from her brow again. It takes some time to find another denizen of her district who didn't flee on sight from her long enough to relay her demands.

"Tell da Ghost's brood Ah need ta speak ta Daddy."

[Kuroimaken]

Serazel was mostly silent when Mei spoke of how she felt. He... didn't exactly understand what she meant, to be honest, but he didn't want to speak of it. His face was pretty much asking of it in his place, though.

It wasn't as though he wouldn't have appreciated enjoying the pleasantries of being in Mei's arms. But unlike Ruwa or Ivaz, he didn't think of himself as having earned that. He was, perhaps, a touch too serious for his own good.

At the very least, Mei would probably amuse herself seeing in how many different ways she could embarass him.

[Draken]

Genoveva

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"..."

"'ey...ya gots all silent on meh. Ah didn't kill ya yet, have Ah?" The irate drawl is met by silence, the reek of burned flesh filling the surprisingly large antechamber within Genoveva's Palacio. A long and sturdy chain hung down from the ceiling, the beshadowed figure dangling from their wrists where they had been strung up. Large craters dotted the white marble room, smoke still rising from them though no source of fire can be spotted.

A frown graces Genoveva's face as she reaches up to wipe her brow with the back of her arm, swiping away the sweat there even as her eyes return to their normal-'slitted' appearance that most people found so very unsettling. The Primera's normal sleeveless vest had been discarded in favor of the normal jacket that arrancar tended to favor, mostly to avoid the necessity of having to wash her favored garment any more then it needed to be.

"...Please..."

"Eh? Still kickin'? Good fer you! Yer times 'most up..ya hold on anuder ten minutes and yer golden!" Genoveva says, entirely too happily, as the body sways back and forth in mid-air, feet lifted up off of the ground. A mocking smirk comes to the Primera's face as she resumes her new training regime...

Ten minutes later and her punching bag was almost unrecognizable as a human form, partly because the desperate arrancar had released mid-beating in a bid to escape and partly because the escape had failed and Genoveva had continued what she was doing. Whistling a jaunty tune to herself, the Primera wipes the sweat from her brow again. It takes some time to find another denizen of her district who didn't flee on sight from her long enough to relay her demands.

"Tell da Ghost's brood Ah need ta speak ta Daddy."

An arrancar enters the room just as Genoveva makes her request.

"My name is Malak, Genoveva. It can't be that hard to remember."

"What do you want?"

[Frozen_Feet]

"I'm happy now, I'm just not content." Canguro explained, picking up the cup of tea, looking it over curiously before taking a sip.

"Maybe I'm still not use to really living in the city yet... just feel like the stronger I get, the less likely something will try to eat me."

Lalita sits besides his mahogany table and absent-mindedly sips his own tea. A hint of disappointment has again appeared on his face. For a moment, the fair man just stays silent.

"... I don't think that will be the case, Miss", he finally says. "You won't have much less people trying to eat you - just many more that are less likely to succeed." He finishes his tea and stands up.

"But enough of that. Your leg should be in perfect condition within a week - maybe earlier, it really depends on your vitality, Miss." He offers his hand to pull Canguro up from the bed. "If you're still uncustomed to city life, maybe you can come with me to train in the desert for a while. But before that, would you like me to show the other residents of this good palace?"

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Amore had not been in Las Noches long. He was still a ways away from getting used to the great City of Hollows, and it was hard for him to break his old habits. Slipping about the city quietly, trying to escape the notice of those potentially more powerful than himself, he wanders with wide eyed wonder about the Palacio of the Segunda Espada. He still could not quite believe that he was here. That he was an Arrancar.

[Callos_DeTerran]

An arrancar enters the room just as Genoveva makes her request.

"My name is Malak, Genoveva. It can't be that hard to remember."

"What do you want?"

Genoveva

The Primera shrugs as the arrancar enters and speaks to her in such a tone, already smiling fully once more.

"Aren't ya all inner-changeable or sumthin'? Coulda swore if ya disappeared one of yer six brood siblings could just fill the slot. Makes 'memberin' yer name seem like an unnecessary hassle to me." Never mind the fact she had just told Malak that he was about as unique as sand in Hueco Mundo. "Tell yer pop Ah'm goin' ta replinish mah stock of prisoners soon. See if 'e wants a lil' take-out. Now off with ye."

To add salt to the injury, she makes a dismissive gesture at the, technically, prince in the same manner one would dismiss a bell-hop or waiter.

[Draken]

"We like to think each of us has our positions due to specific qualities, but thanks for remembering how underappreciated our presences are."

"The King of Hollows has nothing to add or detract from your goal, do as you will."

Malak sneers at the gesture and leaves the presence of the primera without further word.

[Edge]

((Have Steilos' okay for this.))

[Arena Fight]

As Roux twists the shard in Apolinar's leg, he'll find Apolinar has been trying to lock the twisting arm. After locking the joint, he twists, making a spirited attempt to snap it. At the same time he attempts to flip Roux over, so that the Numeros is lying on his other arm -the one trying to claw out the General's throat - and face-down on the floor.

Apolinar felt a twinge of triumph as the arm Roux had been using to wield the shard broke under the pressure he applied. Seeking to take advantage of the pain his opponent was feeling, he attempted to flip the Numero.

Except that Roux wasn't in (much) pain.

As the Privaron moved to initiate the flip, Roux brought a knee crashing into the General's groin. Apolinar's face went red with fury, but instinct made him go on the defensive, giving Roux a chance to slip out of his opponent's grip.

As Apolinar struggled to his feet, the Numero paced back and forth, his right arm hanging limply at his side, a jagged section of his humerus protruding from the flesh of his upper arm. Roux let out a growl from his cracked mask fragment, taking a moment to spit out the few fragments that had fallen into his mouth.

The General took the time to regain his composure and recover his weapon from the site of the grapple. The anger that had earlier been so present on his face had been forcefully reduced to a look of mere annoyance.

"C'mon. Bring it, tough guy."

Apolinar lunged forward with a largely incoherent battlecry, leading his assault with piercing tip of his halberd. Roux sidestepped the attack, turning to leave only his right side presented to his opponent, but Apolinar simply swept his weapon towards the Numero in an arc.

Roux back-pedalled to avoid the blow, but the tip of the Privaron's weapon caught him lightly across the stomach. The Numero mentally chided himself before taking advantage of the continued momentum of Apolinar's attack to launch his own, a flurry of snap kicks and roundhouses that forced the Privaron to back up.

This is getting tedious.

The general vanished from in front of his opponent in a burst of sonido, only to reappear at his back, his halberd already in motion.

The polearm's haft met the Numero's left leg and both combatants felt the bone crack and give way. Roux snarled and tried to twist round to face his opponent, but ultimately it only left looking up at him from the sand on the arena floor. The General pointed his zanpakutou at Roux's neck.

"Fine. I yield."

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[Skybox]

Aléjandro raises an eyebrow behind his mask.

"Oho? They're finished?"

[Steilos]

((Changed writing style, because it was previously a confusing wall of text.))

Apolinar's halberd remained at Roux' throat for a few seconds.

"Very well. I accept your surrender. Garoux, was it? I shall remember that name."

The general removes his weapon and turns to walk away. His sudden shift towards civility may surprise Roux, but Apolinar doesn't really notice or care about his reaction.

"There is room for people like you in the Ciudad Baja, Numero. In the meantime, this is where I take my leave."

Almost as an afterthought he grabs a nearby shard of bone, splinters it in half, and tosses a splinter back to Roux, and walked out of earshot. Roux's leg was broken, he could figure out what to do with it... Apolinar normally didn't hold for helping people out, but forcing Roux to drag himself through the sand was a level of gloating and humiliation that the Privaron didn't often go for.

"...Is that it? No one else left? They can't have all left the arena..."

[Terry576]

Cecilia calls out to Apolinar.

"Don't worry Polly, just wait for my Fraccion to bring Zeiko back!

I WILL NOT LET HIM SURRENDER! REAL ARRANCAR FIGHT!"

[Dorizzit]

Fortunato looks coolly over at Cecilia.

"Your champion left the arena; I believe that disqualifies him from the contest."

[Terry576]

Cecilia pouts.

"Fine. Be that way.

I'll beat up Zeiko by myself! On fair terms! You'll see!

Or won't, I'm fairly lax, and he's not part of my sector anyway."

[Dorizzit]

Fortunato smiles unpleasantly.

"Oh yes, quite fair, I'm sure."