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spira_rp2013-04-24 03:10 pm
theedgeofreason) wrote in spira_rp2013-04-24 03:10 pm
While tyrants close the doors.
The past few weeks had, for Aizen at least, been somewhat trying.
The publicity he had been expected to deal with following the fall of Midgar had been an inevitable chore. Due to his position in the Gotei 13, pledges had to be made to help Bancour during its time of crisis. Wholesale destruction could quite easily breed scores of Hollows and it was Aizen's sworn duty, and that of his men, to eradicate them whenever they reared their bone-masked heads. Bancour was far, far out of his jurisdiction that was true, but there was no harm in proving that the Gotei 13 recognised no borders when it came to its collective dedication to its work. At the same time, he had been obligated to sit in on meetings with Archadian political giants concerning the delicate state of peace in the aftermath. To nobody's great surprise, and certainly not to Aizen's, The Archadian Empire had been the first to come under suspicion. Accusations, both the plausible and the far-fetched, had come thick and fast in the wake of the collapse. Even weeks after the incident some tempers were still running high, but nothing could be proved until Midgar was safe to examine.
Aizen's privileged position gave him access to Midgar's status reports and, while Bancouri officials had lobbied to keep them out of Archadian hands, Aizen's insistence that he have them when he was to be sending in his own men in to a potential Necrohol to aid Captain Komamura's already thinly stretched forces eventually resulted in the necessary papers crossing his desk. That all lands in the vicinity of the inner-city were considered too heavily poisoned by high concentrations of leaked Mako was certainly encouraging.
All in all, it had been an interesting change from the curious state of limbo that had reigned ever since Nabudis had accidentally been reduced to a blasted ruin and the Greenlands around it, now known as the Deadlands, to a smoking wasteland. Even so, dealing with manpower allocation and sitting on a council made of members trying by turns to and not to affix the word 'war' to the fore of it had taken their toll. After many packed days and what felt like even more sleepless nights, Aizen had been obvious about growing weary of it all and openly yielded to exhaustion. At the first opportunity, he had taken a few days leave and bid his Lieutenant deal with his duties in his stead. With no rest for the wicked, a phrase that had turned out to be truer than he had thought possible, Aizen clandestinely returned to the Desert Palace of Clan Khamja to deal with unfinished matters there.
The atmosphere in the Palace was much as it had been when he had left. Some things remained unchanged others ... well, they were quite different. Zexion, the Ryoka Alchemist, had made a full recovery where his exhaustion was concerned, but Aizen had been informed that the boy had not said a single word since waking and had spent most of his time holed up in his quarters. He had dealt with very few matters across phonelines, but he had sent word to ensure that Zexion was not to be informed of the new faces on the side of their enemies ahead of his return. He had made it clear that any Arrancar found breaking this order would find themselves dealing with the consequences. Nnoitra had, from what he had been told, kept himself well out of the way. Aizen was glad of this -- it minimised the chances of one of his more unruly Arrancar coming face to face with the subordinates of the man he had helped murder. Grimmjow and Neliel were doing as well as could be expected, her more than him. Luppi, to nobody's great surprise, was slow to recover from the injuries he had sustained at the hands of the Ryoka Berserker. He was considered to be out of danger, but he was still currently immobile and his moments of conscious lucidity were few and brief.
What had really nettled Aizen upon his return were whispers, whispers all too soon confirmed, that another of his Arrancar had struck out at a full-member of the Clan. He would have expected such of the rash, hot-headed members of his mismatched band of underlings, people like Nnoitra, who had already proved he could, Grimmjow who had as well, the Fracción Apache who was, as far as he was concerned, only biding her time. Even Szayel, albeit in a fashion less ... traditional than those, was not above suspicion. The name he had been given was a surprise to him. It shouldn't have been, especially not given past behaviour or the current state of affairs, but it had nonetheless given him pause.
Ulquiorra had attacked L and, from what he had been told, the preceding argument had taken place entirely in Old Rozarrian -- a language none of the witnesses could profess to speak. L had recovered, for a given value of recovery, and was up and about contrary to recommendation. He maintained that the altercation was one that concerned only blood, not the Clan, and Aizen had not been brought before Illua to answer for the crimes of his subordinate. In the end, Aizen only found himself disappointed that Ulquiorra had shown mercy. He, like Nnoitra, had been unsurprisingly absent following the incident.
Aizen resolved to speak to him on the matter, but it would have to wait until more pressing affairs had been attended to. The meeting, the debriefing put off following the mission itself, was still to be conducted. All of his Arrancar were expected to attend, even those in disgrace, though Luppi was to be the notable exception. L would undoubtedly be there regardless of the inevitable friction between him and his nephew, the presence of Zexion was assured and Gin Ichimaru had said, with his characteristic smile, that he wouldn't miss it for the world. He had even gone so far as to suggest that Marluxia, one of Khamja's older Ryoka recruits, also be present. The unknowns allied with the Berserker could easily be Ryoka, Gin had pointed out. Some of the files L had recovered from Midgar had certainly suggested such. With Zexion having been deliberately kept in the dark and Marluxia not yet up to date with the situation, they were unlikely to both be able to stifle reactions as to conceal a truth, should they attempt to do so. There was wisdom in the suggestion, and so Aizen had consented to it.
With the attendees decided, orders in the guise of invites had been sent out.
The publicity he had been expected to deal with following the fall of Midgar had been an inevitable chore. Due to his position in the Gotei 13, pledges had to be made to help Bancour during its time of crisis. Wholesale destruction could quite easily breed scores of Hollows and it was Aizen's sworn duty, and that of his men, to eradicate them whenever they reared their bone-masked heads. Bancour was far, far out of his jurisdiction that was true, but there was no harm in proving that the Gotei 13 recognised no borders when it came to its collective dedication to its work. At the same time, he had been obligated to sit in on meetings with Archadian political giants concerning the delicate state of peace in the aftermath. To nobody's great surprise, and certainly not to Aizen's, The Archadian Empire had been the first to come under suspicion. Accusations, both the plausible and the far-fetched, had come thick and fast in the wake of the collapse. Even weeks after the incident some tempers were still running high, but nothing could be proved until Midgar was safe to examine.
Aizen's privileged position gave him access to Midgar's status reports and, while Bancouri officials had lobbied to keep them out of Archadian hands, Aizen's insistence that he have them when he was to be sending in his own men in to a potential Necrohol to aid Captain Komamura's already thinly stretched forces eventually resulted in the necessary papers crossing his desk. That all lands in the vicinity of the inner-city were considered too heavily poisoned by high concentrations of leaked Mako was certainly encouraging.
All in all, it had been an interesting change from the curious state of limbo that had reigned ever since Nabudis had accidentally been reduced to a blasted ruin and the Greenlands around it, now known as the Deadlands, to a smoking wasteland. Even so, dealing with manpower allocation and sitting on a council made of members trying by turns to and not to affix the word 'war' to the fore of it had taken their toll. After many packed days and what felt like even more sleepless nights, Aizen had been obvious about growing weary of it all and openly yielded to exhaustion. At the first opportunity, he had taken a few days leave and bid his Lieutenant deal with his duties in his stead. With no rest for the wicked, a phrase that had turned out to be truer than he had thought possible, Aizen clandestinely returned to the Desert Palace of Clan Khamja to deal with unfinished matters there.
The atmosphere in the Palace was much as it had been when he had left. Some things remained unchanged others ... well, they were quite different. Zexion, the Ryoka Alchemist, had made a full recovery where his exhaustion was concerned, but Aizen had been informed that the boy had not said a single word since waking and had spent most of his time holed up in his quarters. He had dealt with very few matters across phonelines, but he had sent word to ensure that Zexion was not to be informed of the new faces on the side of their enemies ahead of his return. He had made it clear that any Arrancar found breaking this order would find themselves dealing with the consequences. Nnoitra had, from what he had been told, kept himself well out of the way. Aizen was glad of this -- it minimised the chances of one of his more unruly Arrancar coming face to face with the subordinates of the man he had helped murder. Grimmjow and Neliel were doing as well as could be expected, her more than him. Luppi, to nobody's great surprise, was slow to recover from the injuries he had sustained at the hands of the Ryoka Berserker. He was considered to be out of danger, but he was still currently immobile and his moments of conscious lucidity were few and brief.
What had really nettled Aizen upon his return were whispers, whispers all too soon confirmed, that another of his Arrancar had struck out at a full-member of the Clan. He would have expected such of the rash, hot-headed members of his mismatched band of underlings, people like Nnoitra, who had already proved he could, Grimmjow who had as well, the Fracción Apache who was, as far as he was concerned, only biding her time. Even Szayel, albeit in a fashion less ... traditional than those, was not above suspicion. The name he had been given was a surprise to him. It shouldn't have been, especially not given past behaviour or the current state of affairs, but it had nonetheless given him pause.
Ulquiorra had attacked L and, from what he had been told, the preceding argument had taken place entirely in Old Rozarrian -- a language none of the witnesses could profess to speak. L had recovered, for a given value of recovery, and was up and about contrary to recommendation. He maintained that the altercation was one that concerned only blood, not the Clan, and Aizen had not been brought before Illua to answer for the crimes of his subordinate. In the end, Aizen only found himself disappointed that Ulquiorra had shown mercy. He, like Nnoitra, had been unsurprisingly absent following the incident.
Aizen resolved to speak to him on the matter, but it would have to wait until more pressing affairs had been attended to. The meeting, the debriefing put off following the mission itself, was still to be conducted. All of his Arrancar were expected to attend, even those in disgrace, though Luppi was to be the notable exception. L would undoubtedly be there regardless of the inevitable friction between him and his nephew, the presence of Zexion was assured and Gin Ichimaru had said, with his characteristic smile, that he wouldn't miss it for the world. He had even gone so far as to suggest that Marluxia, one of Khamja's older Ryoka recruits, also be present. The unknowns allied with the Berserker could easily be Ryoka, Gin had pointed out. Some of the files L had recovered from Midgar had certainly suggested such. With Zexion having been deliberately kept in the dark and Marluxia not yet up to date with the situation, they were unlikely to both be able to stifle reactions as to conceal a truth, should they attempt to do so. There was wisdom in the suggestion, and so Aizen had consented to it.
With the attendees decided, orders in the guise of invites had been sent out.
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It probably was grey too, or dark, but that meant putting more thought into it, and Tayuya would rather not. "Your turn," she grinned at Apache.
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"Yylfordt," she said, pointing at him as she reclined in her chosen chair. "Grimmjow, Gin and Nnoitra."
Well, nobody thought that she was going to give her Espada nice options, did they?
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This has gotta to be the last one, he thought. If we leave it too late, Aizen'll have my balls.
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"Nice pick," she said, with another mean laugh.
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He shook his head and tried to think. "Grimmjow's obviously the shoo-in for marriage," he said. Deciding between Gin and Nnoitra took longer, however, and he filled the time by talking, telling Grimmjow, "You can be my little wife, bro, it's okay. I'll look after you." Then he groaned again, "I think I'd rather get vilgat in the ass by Nnoitra than Gin. I just know Gin'd make me look at him, and be doing this the whole time," he added, attempting to imitate Gin's default facial expression, "so that vilgan can take a flying leap."
He grimaced. "Even if it means vilgehk Nnoitra."
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"Sure, I'll be your little wife," he said, his voice even and fair. "Once your get a man's haircut and I've grown mine out to look like a chick, okay?" He grinned then.
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"Speak the common language, asshole." She complained, eternally annoyed at the way he peppered any given conversation with Al Bhed. "You seriously think Nnoitra's face is better than Gin's?" She asked, surprised. "Wow. You're as blind as your fucking brother."
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He scowled and shuddered. "Quit making me think about how Nnoitra would have sex," he said, then.
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She relaxed back with a bright grin aimed at Apache. "That's his husband, you might meet him if we get out of this place again. Moocow's fucking smitten. It's adorable."
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Of course, the anger all changed to intrigue when Tayuya said that. She looked over, tilted her head and looked rather curious. She'd never heard of a Kensei before. Though ... he was clearly a man. She scowled a bit, looking thoughtful.
"A guy?" She asked, raising both eyebrows and managing to look coolly unsurprised. "What a shock," she snorted, reaching over to touch a bit of Yylfordt's loose hair. "The pretty princess hair should've been a dead giveaway."
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He stared at Apache when she snarled at Yylfordt in a tongue he'd never heard before. It sounded odd to his ears and flowed strangely. He hadn't quite got over his surprise when Tayuya dropped the Kensei bomb. He outright laughed, then.
"You two-timing me for him, dude?" He grinned. "If I'm your wife, are you his?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He glanced up at the clock that hung on the one wall of the Sunhouse that wasn't made of glass and sighed shortly.
"We should get to that meeting," he said, affecting a casual air by scratching the bridge of his nose with one finger.
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"One time!" He exclaimed, "One time. I got so drunk I don't even remember anything and woke up with him and these bitches have been calling him my husband ever since. It was just once!"
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She threw Grimmjow a challenging look. "What, you gonna ditch before you have to answer for yourself?" She asked him, with a smirk. She knew Grimmjow well enough to know he'd struggle to back down when his pride was on the line.
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"Chill out," she said after a moment. "Nobody gives a fuck if you've been with a guy. Grimmjow's with Kadaj, for fuck's sake. Y'don't see anyone ripping the piss out of him for it." She watched Tayuya as she made Grimmjow choose between backing down on a game and looking bad in front of the boss. "Besides," she added, shifting her gaze to the window, "it ain't like all of us stick to fucking one gender."
She smirked at him then and looked back at Grimmjow to see what he'd decided to do.
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"Like fuck," he said, his typically cocky expression reappearing on his face. "Yylfordt, it's your turn."
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"Right," he said, "uh, yeah." He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair while he thought and then presented Grimmjow with his options.
"The Ryoka Berserker, Aizen's son, and Wonderweiss."
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She laughed at the options Yylfordt presented, however. "The fuck? Wondertard? Or Arc?" That little pissant looked like a twinky version of his dad. Or the berserker, who was obviously Grimmjow's best friend in the world.
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"And I thought we'd got it bad," she said, grinning meanly.
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He sighed. "You're a fuckwit," he said, pointing at his face. "All right, I'll marry the Berserker. Not as if we could possibly argue any more than we already do, right? Cliff Wonderkid. He's about twelve." Which meant that he'd be shagging Arc, which ... eh, there were worse people he could get stuck with.
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It was hard to miss Yylfordt's mental holiday, too. That guy was a predictable ass if nothing else, but he was extra fun around Apache. It was like he got all internally flustered and tried to hide it by being a douche.
Well, more of a douche.
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The meeting wasn't exactly an enticing prospect, but Yylfordt was right. It was time to join everyone else, or risk Aizen's ire.
"Get your asses in gear then," he said, looking from Yylfordt to Apache.
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"This is gonna be riveting," she said flatly, folding her arms. "Later, Tayuya."
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"Tell me if anything cool comes out," she said.
Maybe she'd go and fuck with Sakon's makeup to stay entertained.
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It really wasn't something Yylfordt expected to be easy to stay awake through. It was probably going to be a lot of waffling from Aizen, and boy could Aizen waffle on when he wanted.
He headed for the door, and hovered, letting Grimmjow take the lead, since he was sort of the ringleader and all.
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