Hands Upon You [Camilla]

''This is such a pain... Since when did I have to perform the job of a scout? Horse shit... total and utter horse shit.''

Yes, these were rather grueling words to escape the mouth of the petite and innocent-looking Camilla, but it was just her typical speech. Ranting on about how she had already hated the job that she had not even received but eighty or so years ago. It wasn't that she was against performing any type of work anything like that. It was just the mere fact that there were plenty of other new folks around that could handle such an easy thing as "recruitment". Either way, apparently Bikuta has been using some sort of surveillance devices in order to keep record of all of her actions ever since she had first entered Hueco Mundo. This was something that Bikuta did with all Hollows, but stopped watching them as they started to fall behind the pack. He was well known for his omniscience that he had of what was going on in Hueco Mundo, and though at the same time not many people knew of his proceedings. Spying hollows from an underground lair, that didn't seem like a cowardly move or anything. Well, to Camilla it was quite the contrary, it made her views of Bikuta drop very low when she came to hear of the news. However, a job was a job she would suppose and she'd have to see it through. After all, Camilla's abilities were just enough to keep the Arrancar under control if anything went haywire.

So off she'd go to sit in the spot that Bikuta had instructed her to go. This exact spot would be the exact place that Camilla would coincidentally run into this Arrancar that went by the name of "Pamela Aikira". Camilla saw the name as something straight out of a four hundred year old mid-day TV show, and for some reason or another her physical features met that of the stereotype as well. However, she didn't really care too much about the details of what she looked like or who she was really. All she cared about was getting the job done, hoping the girl put up a small fight so that she could go back and complain about how rough the job was. Thus, they'd probably not send her on another. However, Bikuta was always two steps ahead of everyone, so it was more than certain that he would be expecting such things from Camilla. Which slightly pissed her off. Yet, at the same time she thought highly of the guy. Minus the whole surveillance thing, she'd put his life before her own in an instant. That was just the way she rolled, though, she was always the type to stay loyal until distrusted and with the way Bikuta worked she felt as though being distrusted by him would be impossible.

Her tiny dress and sand-colored cloak blew in the light gusts of winds, that seemed to be constant within Hueco Mundo, as he small black flats dragged in the sand in agony. She didn't understand why she would have to walk so far just to meet the girl according to plan, and she even wondered whether or not she would even be where Bikuta said she would be. Not that it was a lack of trust or something of that sorts, but it was just somewhere that Bikuta seemed to guess where she would be. As he told her letting out a elongated "uh" before answering her question. Whatever, though, anything was better than those cold corridors within the headquarters You'd think they'd turn off the A/C everyone once and a while, but then again Hollows are rather notorious for mouth breathing. If they turned of the A/C the temperature would immediately spike up in a moments notice.

Finally, Camilla reached the spot where she was supposed to be. She looked up to the sky to scale the time of the day... or night... the time of the eternal night. However, she noticed she was practically leaving her self vulnerable from all aspects. What if the chick decided to go hostile on her tiny ass? The chick was colossal compared to Camilla in more aspects than one. Yet, that didn't really scare her it was just the thought of being so vulnerable that slightly caused chills to scale up her spine. She looked off to her left and saw that about twenty meters away from the designated spot was an old abandoned hut. It was rather tarnished and didn't have a roof, which led Camilla to think that it was most likely a home for a small group of hollows that were invaded. She sighed at the sad thought of a bunch adjuchas types attacking the weaklings, but that's how it was survival of the fittest. She perched herself up to where she was noticeably visible but at the same time her cloak blended in with the structure's color, as it would with all of them. So in a way she was just a big blob of sand on a solid slab of dried sand that stood vertically for about five feet. Seeing her wouldn't be too difficult of a feat, but she'd see how well this one paid attention to her surroundings.

So there she sat, awaiting for the spiritual pressure that she most recently recognized to continue to approach the area at the slow pace she seemed to be taking. She'd stay still not even letting a breath escape from her mouth until she was noticed, however if she became hostile she'd be at the ready and Zanpakutō at arms. May not be the best way to approach an Arrancar... with a Zanpakutō, but it was the way that Camilla conducted herself, usually...