[Invite Only] Mitsuoki & Koz

So the stories about the Shinigami having inter-relational conflicts were true. Interesting. That could be useful at a later date, if need be. For the time being, the Arrancar stood silently, smoking his cigarette and enjoying the little show between the two whom he would be traveling with for this little...expedition. The amusement in Theocelese's golden eyes were obvious. This spat of drama didn't really involve him, his home, or his people...and so he yearned to just see how it all played out. Unfortunately...it didn't last too long. The initial Shinigami he'd spoken to was frank, emotionless, and to the point. Strange. Blod seemed so full of life, for the most part. Why was this one lacking in...anything but cold, hard facts? Maybe a drink later would loosen him up. That was another thing he was looking forward to--finding Kyoraku's preferred establishment for drinks and buying them all out to force the man to come to his quarters for a drink. Maybe it'd happen sooner than later. Who knew?



"You are correct in that I am allowed to be here." He put emphasis on the word 'allowed'. "Funny how that came to be, considering your technological division set up means to detect me and your Captain-Sorceress was all too quick to have words with me. Seemed as though your government would not have me being...allied with the wrong sort, or a loose cannon." Mitsuoki wasn't the only one here who could speak the truth in a cold manner. The Shinigami went about their ways completely wrong. Anyone worth their brain within the Gotei would have known that the Quincy attacked Las Noches and Hueco Mundo first. They exterminated people close to him. There was no way he would ever fight alongside them. Secondly, with as much respect as Theocelese could give Yamamoto, the man did the one thing all others attempted--and would ultimately fail to do. They tried to cage the Lion. They all wanted to control him. What he knew--what all others could not comprehend in his life, this current one, or in the birth-era of his soul, was that one should never look to contain him. Achilles. Theocelese. Kousta. Whatever name he went by, in whatever century, it didn't matter. All one needed to do was to unleash the man against whomever he'd marked for death. Regardless of his current, and loose ties to the Gotei, there was no doubt in anyone's mind as to who his true enemy was, and would continue to be until their existed not a single one of them left. Like a dead, ancient empire, they would be remembered in name only. And in no other way.



"You, young man, should watch your tongue." He said to the unnamed, nay-sayer. "You should always treat your guests with respect, as Sir Mitsuoki has demonstrated. Thank you for your hospitality, and when you see your Captain again, please tell her I thank her for allowing me the use of their home until I could meet with Yamamoto." There were no honorifics here, as far as addressing Captains went. As far as the Arrancar was concerned, they were his equals. He followed side by side with Mitsuoki, and kept his hands in his pockets, occasionally lifting one up to ash his cigarette. "The only compensation I am being given are quarters, access to the Soul Society, and whatever I choose to pilfer from the Quincy's skinless corpses." He failed to mention that skinning them would be a thing, if it came down to it...but that was neither here nor there.



"Not to be rude, but my accompanying you two means the chances of combat is high. This new threat, they are no pushover. Whatever your intelligences desire, they knew it best to send me to make sure the information is returned. Not to worry though, friend, I will make sure no harm comes to you. You are Kido Corp, and spells and magick are your specialty yes? Utilize them and keep me covered at a distance. That is how we will make short work of them." He said with a genuine and reassuring smile. Anyone who would greet him without open hostility would be, for all intents and purposes, a friend.

And here Theocelese thought that the Arrancar bickered constantly with one another. What, with the ever-splintering factions and all, not to mention the situation with the Quincy. They were just an unneeded, volatile chemical added into the mix. No matter, they'd be eradicated in due time. He couldn't help a not-quite-so stifled laugh when his fellow "squadmate" backpedaled into the wall. It got his mind off the actually startling information Mitsuoki offered up freely. Maybe that was the true reason he was going on this mission. "You sound like a boy on his first date, unsure of how the world works when courting a gorgeous girl. You'll learn, in time, I hope." He offered the sharp comment, considering on asking just why the Shinigami only wanted to take on Hollow. That was part of the job, as far as Theocelese knew, what with needing to maintain the balance and all. "If it comes down to it, despite you declaring your weakness...I hope you have my back."



That was a thought that didn't quite sit well with him. The Gotei had actively waited for him, and sought out the Arrancar to aid in their most vulnerable hour...and now it was decided to pair the Arrancar up with a Shinigami who exclusively fought Hollow? Theocelese didn't need to worry about them. Most knew of him as it were, and there were an exclusively limited number of the creatures that would dare to lash out at him. For all intents and purposes, the Hollow wouldn't have even been a threat here. One smell of his scent, one hint of his Reiatsu, and they'd go running. While Theocelese was no longer in the trade of endless cannibalism, the tales of his fury spread far and wide. And when the time came for the Grecian to draw his blade and eliminate his target, the desert shook and the forest quivered in terror. All who were beneath him hid, as was there place. "You may address me as Theocelese, young man. Apologies for my rudness." He began, cycling to a fresh cigarette as they continued their journey together.



"Tell me of yourself. What do you do in your spare time?"

 "I am operating out of the same division as you, so we should get acquainted with one another better." Theocelese said to the Nibantai member. It was somewhat of a shock to see how quick the Shinigami was to...warming up to him. Then again, Theocelese knew first hand what kind of bonding happened when two fighters knocked each other around a little bit. In this moment, Theocelese was determined to do everything he could to try and keep the Nibantai member safe from harm, should the worst happen. Mitsuoki's response, however, was something he expected. Normally, he would have shrugged at the decline...but something was pulling him to keep at it. Mitsuoki's continual beat down on himself was a sad affair, to be sure. The Arrancar felt the young man was capable of so much, he just needed a better outlook on things. He was like a...a poorly starched shirt, or a piece of dry toast. So cut and dry.



"Three Zanpakuto?" Theocelese asked, a brow raising. He knew some people were not limited to 'just a sword', no matter whatever god or gods actually wrote the script of the damn world they lived in. "I tell you what...do me this favor, set aside your duties for just one afternoon. We'll go to the Rukongai, find a good place to eat to build our strength, and give me one sparring session. Make this promise to me...and I'll let you know which one holds the truth of my being. Who knows, I might even feel inclined to let you know a little bit about it." Theocelese said this with a smile, a single hand raising to give Mitsuoki a good natured slap on the back. A hearty laugh followed this, as he made the immediate assumption that the Kido Corp member wasn't going to have a good chuckle from having that done to him.

 The look Theocelese gave Mitsuoki back was one of an incredulity. Could the guy really not take a single day off? He didn't know anything about the division that the man served in, save for it seemed like it was one dedicated to the art of sorcerery. Something didn't sit right with this, even Theocelese, one of the few of his kind who took the study and practice of war to such an extent, a section of Las Noches' library was dedicated to every book on warefare ever written since mankind started to keep records of that kind, took days off to relax. Sometimes he cleaned. Sometimes he prepped meals. Other times, he'd sit around and do nothing at all or watch movies. This situation was rather puzzling, and thankfully the announcement of a lone patrolman scuttling around broke them from the staring contest. Theocelese hid with his Shinigami comrades, ducking and crouching low. This didn't sit right with him. He didn't feel the presence of any others.



"Of course I do..." He whispered, eyes scanning the area and looking for other signs of disturbance in the area. They may have had some kind of technology to completely hide their presence. After all, the realm in which they consorted was one still yet to be found. Theocelese would have, under completely normal circumstances, appeared before the patrolling Quincy and quickly turned his head all the way around. Mitsuoki did have a good suggestion, and he would have immediately gone with it...but again...this didn't sit right with him.



"We may be looking at an ambush. The Wandenreich are not stupid, even with their lesser brethren. Unless they're operating on a skeleton crew, there is no reason for a single soldier to be on patrol duty. You usually want a small squad of pairs with short numbers, or double that if manpower allows for it. Do you have some kind of...sensory spell, or a way to alter your sights before we do this?" No doubt, there wasn't time for continuous bantering back and forth.