Downtown Karakura

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After the meeting, his brief meltdown, and the lecture from one of his Fraccion's, Allister thought it might be in his best interest to go to Karakura town and have a little feast on some unwanted souls. He really didn't like eating the helpless spirits of retarded people but when he was in one of his "moods" he would do just about anything.
Entering the top of a tall building in Karakura he would look down upon the town. His face plainer than that of paper. His eyes sneered at the people resting below the bottom on the ground. He looked around as the sky was like the blue honey of the Mediterranean. He had a vision once, that the sky was raining with ashes and the dusty clouds fell upon the town like a scene from the holocaust. His eyes began to set at bay as he cherished the time he could take in the grotesque beauty of Karakura.

Wenceslas stood holding the blade, sure of his tactic. His blade stretched forward shrouded in more than just reiryoku. Wenceslas covered the blade with his confidence. He knew the skill of the shinigami would make the hit very difficult for her to dodge this blow since she could not see it and had so much downward momentum. Her face, full of life, would end suddenly. Wenceslas' arrogant smile cracked open to release a slithering pink tongue to moisturize his lips and prepare them for a meal. "Prepare to become one with my greatness!" he spoke in such a lofty tone that it could not surprise anyone that he simply closed his eyes and broke out in malignant laughter. In such high emotion, he gripped his hilt completely, not caring to conceal its direction, for he knew she would fall prey to it, despite her best efforts. Then, suddenly his pesquisa rang the emergency fire alarm.
Someone decided to attempt to trump his trump card.


"Liquify, Venom!"

His laughter stopped abruptly, his head remained tilted back so his eyes only had to prop open to see what approached. He only opened them to confirm the weight of his zanpakto came from an external force, which charged at him. As Alice's hand flung at his face, Wenceslas' very essence obtained one desire: to kill Alice de Ezma. The rest of her movements for the next few seconds were irrelevant. Wenceslas' right check, though also consisting of Hierro, now took the form of a puddle, penetrated by a small rock, but the rock completely broke the peace. Spit, sweat, pride; all flying out of Wenceslas mouth. Wenceslas had to take a step back with his left foot to keep his balance, not because the blow he sustained had pushed him off balance, but because his mental stability balanced itself on a needle sitting upon the highest peak of Mount Everest. As his head leaned forward slowly, rage engulfed his innards, and his face contorted into one of the most angry - not to be confused with hideous - expression Wenceslas had probably made in his 1000+ life time.

As he moved forward, his left hand, void of all balas which had been shot more by instinct, opened to form a very deep, red sphere. His right hand shook oddly along with his feet, as if they consciously resisted a direct command from Wenceslas. As if things could not get more confusing, though, Dalaga appeared. Though only a Fraccion, Wenceslas knew that if Dalaga decided to appear in an open area like Karakura Town, something important had to develop soon. Wenceslas saw the signs of Alice switching hands and the effect of her zanpakto on the cement so he composed himself. His limbs submitted themselves to him, and his mind quickly shifted to its other extreme, the part of Geraldo that remained in Wenceslas. He prepared his back foot by lifting it on its toes.
Once the attack approached him, Wenceslas left in a ripping noise.

Wenceslas appeared on the lamp post beside the one which Alice used during the fight. His arms crossed with his eyes glaring down at Alice. As his overcoat waved in the passing wind and added contrast to the dull buildings beside him, probably explaining why he went to the right lamp post and not left, since the building on the left had more lively colors other than windows. With is hair jerking suddenly, Wenceslas raised his hands as if signaling a football team had scored a touchdown. With a happy tone of voice, and frightening eyes, he exclaimed, "Alice rejoice! To honor Dalaga, I have chosen to obey and not sacrifice. You may live." He lowered his hands, back to a crossed position, and spoke in a calmer, but obviously snide tone, "You are being freed under the conditions that you will meet me again. Maybe to talk or to give me something to talk about." He gives Alice a taunting smile with a condescending expression which ends once he moves his head to look below and before Dalaga. Nonchalantly, he asked,
"Are my services required here?"

A senkaimon opened up in one of side streets of Downtown Karakura. Light shone out from it to the main street it connected to but it would fade once the senkaimon doors slid shut. Steeping out from them the lieutenant of sqaud 2 remained silent, an all new air of seriousness surounding her as she surpressed her spirit energy much like before, even if it would only give them a minute of going unnoticed. She could still sense some of the same presences as before when she had scouted the area out under orders from her captain who was now at her side. Besides the known spiritual pressures she sensed new ones, one in particular being vvery strong. Hitomi didn't step out of the back street just yet, awaiting her captain to make his first move in which case she would follow, making sure none of the other interupted his fight.

Glancing up at Takeshi her with her eye not hidden by he light blonde hair she gave a small sweet, yet smirky smile. "Ready, Captain" Hitomi questioned, though she didn't bother to continue looking to him for an answer she already knew. He had been much more excited and anxious about coming than she had orignally thought so she didn't doubt he was prepared for the fight they were likely to get themselves into in soon enough. Even if she had felt butterflies before with her nervousness, Hitomi felt them now with excitement. She'd get to see her captain fight, even fight herself. Maybe it could be some way for them to get closer as captain and lieutenant much like she wanted and just the thought made her youthful face light up like a child getting just what they wanted for their birthday.

Her hand tightened on the handle of her zanpakuto, making sure she was ready to draw it with lightning speed whenever she needed to with strength that seemed impossible for such a small girl. Taking in a deep breath, Hitomi let it out slowly, planting her feet firmly on the ground as she relaxed her body. She knew it was only going to be a matter of time before they were noticed even if she had drawn in her spirit energy, or until her captain made a move to go out to battle. Either way she would be prepared when the fighting would start, that much she was sure of.

Soon a Garganta would open in the sky above downtown Karakura, while the garganta slowly opened the espada would start to become visible. His raven black hair flowed neck length as the strands of hair is blow by the gentle breeze over his jet black irises, Once the garganta is fully opened Lanu would look around the area before him, the sight of the other epada's spiritual pressure flooded this area as well as that of the shinigami. He then stepped out of the garganta to have it suddenly snap shut like a predator's jaws once it catches its prey, standing in the air his hands deep within his pockets he remains silent to trying to not be seen nor heard, but the sudden appearance of a large garganta would mostly likely have caused his presence to be known, either way lanu cared not for it.


Lanu followed his sudden appearace by walking towards a roof unpopulated by neither shinigami nor arrancar, once he touches the roof with the tip of his toes soon following his whole foot touches down. While on the roof he examined the things that were before him."what a sight this turned out to be.."a suddle grin sparked from the side of his lips once he finished. Lanu quite enjoyed the happenings before him, he held two personas one that enjoyed to seek out knowledge and the one that seeked the beauty in blood and battle, he saw not much of it, but soon the time such a thing will come. Until then he leaped onto the edge of the rooftop and observed his surroundings.

On the edge of a tall building, a garganta opened up in the blue sky. Out of it stepped Kali, face as blank as it had ever been. It closed quickly beind him, any trace of its former existance perishing. The espada stood on the ledge of the roof, letting the a light breeze sweep his hair out of his vision. His glistening eyes of silver that held more life than other part of him glanced around. 'So many of them now,' he thought to himself. Just as he had figured earlier more shinigami had shown here since his departure as the fighting went on. He didn't have to see theme necessarily to know that, just the strong concentration of spirit energy telling him that there were several in the area. Pushing that fact aside he locked on to the sight of his sibling when he spotted him. He figured Lanu had become more than aware of his prescence as soon as he appeared so he made no move to leave his place or annouce himself.

Having found his brother here as well, Kali looked out across the town once more. Along with the shinigami there were others of his own kind here, several others. And he took note that Dalaga himself was there as well. With the way things were turning out he was almost certain a full battle was to come. He let his head tip forward slightly and his eyes closed, almost giving him a look of one who was disappointed, which in a way he was. Kali had just healed up from his last fight which he would have rather not taken part in and now he had walked right into another soon to be fight.

'I supose it can't be helped,' even the voice with his head was completely blank. It neither showed dread nor excitement, reflecting what the outside showed. Deciding that he'd wait for anything to happen, Kali lowered himself down until her was sitting on the edge of the structure he was on. His leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as his arms hung limply before him, hidden under the large sleeves of his coat. As he sat there on the ledge it seemed as if he was nothing more than a statue, a look he took on often. His black hair and the matching feathers of his coat swayed but that was the only movement that was visible. Even his eyes had ceased to blnk, seeming to just stare into nothingness as their owner waited for whatever was to happen next. To onlookers he would seem and easy target to sneak up on, but to their dismay Kali would be prepared despite his spaced out appearance.

A senkaimon gate opened above downtown Karakura. Akuma stepped out and quickly masked her spiritual pressure. She scanned the surrounding area, searching for potential threats, and allies as well. Spotting several captains already here, she used shunpo to go to the rooftop of a building. "Head Captain isn't here yet," she mumbled to herself. Akuma shrugged her shoulders and glanced around again. "If all the captains have to be here, then how strong are our opponents?" she thought to herself. Feeling that she was staring to get worried, Akuma forced herself to take a deep breath and relax. She put her hand on the hilt of her zanpaktou, and considered drawing her blade, but she dropped her hand back to her side and decided not to. She had no orders to attack, and she knew if an attack appeared out of nowhere, she would most likely be able to draw her blade and defend herself before she was hit.

There was a small gust of wind, blowing Akuma's hair in front of her face and temporarily blocking her vision. Giving an annoyed sigh, she pulled a black ribbon out of her shihakshou and used it to tie her hair back in a ponytail and out of her face. "Much better," she thought. Akuma wondered about the oncoming threat as she waited. She hoped that she would be strong enough to face what was going to happen, since she had only become a captain a few years ago. Akuma shivered at the thought of loosing a battle. She felt herself starting to get panicked again, so she shook her head to clear away the disturbing thoughts. "No need getting myself worked up yet," she thought, slightly annoyed at herself. Akuma knew that she would be strong enough. After all, she was a captain. She wouldn't have earned the position without having been strong enough. She glanced around her surroundings again, trying to busy her mind by memorizing the layout of the confusing labyrinth of streets that made up the downtown area.

Maxwell Xavier


The Senkaimon opened and he stepped through examining other Captains appearing from wherever they had been, Maxwell smiled a small cold smile, his glasses glinting as he pushed them up his nose, only a few days since he had been made 12th Squad Captain and now here he was preparing for war, it was amusing to say the least

The air was cold, and reiatsu entered Maxwell’s perception, people had fought here and died, why had he come here in particular? To find his friend Eon Shikimori the Eighth Squad Captain, from experience he was always the first to enter a fight and Maxwell for once was going to support him.

He approached the Eighth Squad Captain from behind, his friend and ally from their time at the Shinigami’s Academy “The Arrancar have arrived my friend, it seems we were always destined for this, are you ready?” his voice was cold, colder than it usually was, Captainship had changed him into someone people could look up to but also fear, maybe that was because that was who he was now someone to be feared.

He shifted his Haori to a more comfortable position and looked about perceptively, the Espada were coming, he could feel it in the air, it was waiting to take the high amount of reiatsu and distribute it across the landmass that was Karakura. Any humans that still survived would be dead after this he figured, a sad loss of life but a necessary one.

He smiled “Miss Kisho should be joining us soon Eon-chan perhaps we can fight three of the Espada together” his voice didn’t waver at all, it was straight and spoke a thousand words, Maxwell Xavier the Scientist wanted to fight. Of all the time Eon had known Maxwell there had only been two times in which Maxwell had lifted his blade to kill both times in learning his Shikai and Bankai.

“Data logs from Seireitei say that the Espada labelled 10-6 are the weakest, what we want to aim for is the ones that go from 5-1 for the best challenge, personally I wished to fight someone who can give me a challenge, it has been a while since I’ve actually wanted to kill someone” his glasses glinted about the buildings, it seemed not a single human was alive, a painful loss of life.

Maxwell smiled at his female counterpart, as quick a tongue as ever. He sighed and used his index finger to push his glasses back up his nose. "Miss Kisho, I doubt the Captain Commander would allow such things to come to pass" he chuckled at Eon's comments. Most likely he would get one of the weak ones. He wasn't very amused at that prospect. He'd be done before Eon had even started and he would have nothing to show for it apart from a dead Espada, he supposed it would be a good experiment however, just to see how strong they really were.

He looked at Eon curiously at the mention of his Bankai, he had never seen it but he had heard of it. Apparently it was incredibly strong and Maxwell did not hesitate to disagree with him. But knowing Yui she would probably take offence to Eon's comment. The two of them always argued about something or another, it made him and Wildly extremely tired.

"Eon-chan she can defend herself, though for once I'm wondering if we'll be even able to save ourselves in this battle, it will bring great corruption I think" he brought up his glove in which he recorded data on and examined the file he had been unlocking slowly from the data banks the wireless signal said that the file was 20% decrypted. Hopefully by the end of this it would be unlocked and he could read about what had been sealed away for so long.

"I may already lose enough blood by fighting anyone else as it is..." Came a voice from behind the unknown intruder who proclaimed himself as the host of the party. Takeshi Kage, Captain of Squad Two, stood silently behind him with no expression coming to his face as he stared off into the distance of the Human world.

"To be honest, I mostly came for the view...first time I've been out of the Soul Society..."

Over to the distance he saw that his LT was still located in the position that the two of them have arrived at. With a frown, seeing the many other captains already arriving, he waved a hand to Himoti and smiled softly. There was no reason for her to be here anymore, lease she wished to be dead and that was one thing Takeshi wished to avoid. "Himoti-chan, would you be kind enough to retreat? It seems that I will have all the help I need by this point. You are dismissed."

Turning his attention back to the host his smile disappeared into nothingness again showing the more lack of emotion he presented before. "May I ask your name? Its not kind being slaughtered by one when you do not know who to beg mercy to..."

Mou looked up watching the all to serious captain giveing orders" Hmmm green but assertive ahah not bad i guess but i guess this situation does need serious emotions maybe..." Mou started thinking about what he should do, he folded his arms and consistently tilted his head to the right then the left his tone changing from low to a more high pitched one depending on which way his head was tilted" Maybe...Maybeee." Hmmm what to do what to do,...the old man isnt here yet...yeah but i do need to wait...it might be sad for the two u[ their to die,..but i cant move a muscle to help at this time nope cant do just skimpily cant do." He kept on blabbering to himself like a mental old man.

After a few minutes of talking to himself he centered his head, he was back to his normal mind set" right guess i should just stick to the plan and wait then." Mou sat down folding his legs and unfolding his arms, Mou closed his eyes and put his hands together one palm having its fingers point up and the other in the opposite direction " guess ill meditate for the time being."Mou sat their silently gathering exes reiatsu, being thrown off by the different pressures.

Mou opened up his right eye, it started to turn a blue color and the center turned red, mou didn't speak or move, the eye started to slowly gather the exes reiatsu and a steady stream started to pour into his eye, this was his hakuro eye storing it's own reiatsu, Mou did this to have a better chance of lasting in a long set battle. The eye reached its limit then turned back to normal. Mou stood up dusting off some dirt from the bottom of his pants " Well now theirs nothing to do but wait it out until the captain get here." Just as mou finished that he noticed that dalaga had started to attack the two in front of him " Well guess that was bound to happen." Mou sighed not attempting to grab his zampakuto " Ehh let those two learn their lesson its stupid to stand in front of a enemy and not expect them to attack.