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spira_rp2012-08-02 08:27 pm
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If he wants a fight, well now he's got one
The Palace felt quiet. A number of the Arrancar were out on a mission with Aizen; only the weak, or the unpredictable, had been made to stay behind, but that number had not, apparently, included Grimmjow. Kadaj and Tayuya had been left to their own devices without him and Yylfordt around.
Three days ago, they'd had a quiet conversation. Kadaj hadn't done much talking, just nodded, and then later in the day had crept into the laboratories down the wing of the Palace that Orochimaru had made his own. Kadaj used to go down there a lot, three years ago. He'd stopped just after the Arrancar arrived. He'd fallen out with Orochimaru once and for all shortly after that.
He emerged from the labs a couple of hours later, showered, and then went into the underground training facility. He didn't come up again for a couple of days, although there weren't really people around to notice, except Tayuya, who went down to check on him a few times.
He'd slept when he came back up, and then went to look for Nnoitra, one of the Arrancar who had been judged too unpredictable to head off to a freshly made Necrohol. He found him in the kitchen.
Kadaj made his way over; an unusual intent certainty in his expression, and spoke quietly. "Want to let off some steam?" His manner was all wrong to be an invitation to spar, but that was what it sounded like, at first.
Three days ago, they'd had a quiet conversation. Kadaj hadn't done much talking, just nodded, and then later in the day had crept into the laboratories down the wing of the Palace that Orochimaru had made his own. Kadaj used to go down there a lot, three years ago. He'd stopped just after the Arrancar arrived. He'd fallen out with Orochimaru once and for all shortly after that.
He emerged from the labs a couple of hours later, showered, and then went into the underground training facility. He didn't come up again for a couple of days, although there weren't really people around to notice, except Tayuya, who went down to check on him a few times.
He'd slept when he came back up, and then went to look for Nnoitra, one of the Arrancar who had been judged too unpredictable to head off to a freshly made Necrohol. He found him in the kitchen.
Kadaj made his way over; an unusual intent certainty in his expression, and spoke quietly. "Want to let off some steam?" His manner was all wrong to be an invitation to spar, but that was what it sounded like, at first.
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He surveyed the clash through narrowed eyes, a smile on his face even with nobody there to see it. He had been drawn to the scene by the reiatsu surging from the area. Three people, each of them powerful, were doing battle. Had he not been familiar with the individuals responsible for the spiritual energy he might not have roused himself to watch, but how was he to resist? Given the players, it was obviously about revenge. That was the only possible reason for these three people to fight.
For members of Khamja to war against each other wasn't unusual. Power attracted power and with power came egotism. Egotism begot arrogance and a surplus of arrogance often led to a need to prove that it wasn't just empty conceit. Conflict was usually the result.
This, though... this... wasn't simply overblown posturing. This fight had a purpose. It had been planned.
Kadaj, fighting alongside Nnoitra? Two volatile individuals united against a common enemy? That wasn't an accidental alliance.
Nnoitra hadn't masterminded it, either. While there was little doubt that he had it in him to seek help of his own volition should he consider it necessary to achieve an end, this couldn't be his work. His quarrel with Orochimaru was too personal, too old. It touched too many raw nerves. For him to seek help would mean exposing them. Admitting weakness. Accepting it.
No, this was Kadaj.
He'd obviously waited until the Palace was almost empty to mount his campaign. Bided his time until there were fewer potential observers before seeking the aid of somebody he wouldn't usually bother with. He and Nnoitra were not usually well disposed towards each other, but the enmity between them was mild. Situational. Even so, he'd approached him for this task knowing that they shared a desire to take out a common enemy. An enemy that Kadaj clearly couldn't eliminate alone. That he'd admitted that fact was unusual in and of itself. That he'd sought common ground with somebody he generally had no inclination to spend any time with was more so. It was not so much humility as ... maturation.
He was getting sly. More than that, he was finally putting his brain before his pride.
He had even, evidently, kept the fact that he had achieved bankai quiet. That showed dedication to his plan. He had deliberately withheld that information -- a feat of remarkable willpower in and of itself -- in order to give himself his best chance against Orochimaru. The less he knew, the fewer things he could plan ahead for. Clever, clever. He had obviously thought every aspect of this encounter through ahead of time in order to give himself the best chance up to and including his own power and the limits of it. Even approaching Nnoitra was a well thought out and integral part of his plan.
This wasn't a war, that much was clear. It was an assassination.
The unseen smile widened.