I Must Get Stronger... [Closed, Frost + Grajo]

The presence of the fellow Arrancar was felt from the depths of Las Noches the moment that he had entered upon this domain. How was this possible? Simple: Rose's extrasensory talents were quite refined and made it rather easy for someone of her caliber to sense. Even from her far vantage point, it was clear as crystal where the male stood. Henceforth, as he got closer and closer to her domain, trace particles of The Primera Espada's spiritual energy were monitoring him. Thanks to the nature of her powers she was able to overview and get a visual feed on the male's face. Once this image had been stored in her memories, the facial structure of the lone Arrancar was ran through Shadow Fall's databases. After a few moments of uploading, scanning and searching -- interesting results were generated from the network. According to the intel that was provided by Shadow Fall, this male was a potential candidate for the Sexta Espada. Upon viewing that text, this information brought a questionable raise of the eyebrow from Rose Mischevang.

This man was suppose to be the Sexta Espada? He didn't seem like much from first impressions to the Primera Espada. Pin-pointing the vicinity where Grajo was walking, Rose activated her perusquia and he'd feel a gentle wind breeze past him as a result of this. In that moment, The Royal Mischevang was then able to detect the volumes of reishi that lay within the male. Judging from what she was able to sense, the man's energy was pillars above the average run of the mill hollow and Arrancar that overpopulated and saturated the world. But it was going to take a lot more experimentation, training and modifications to make him worthy of being the Sextra Espada in her mind.

Therefore, The Primera Espada felt it was only obligatory that she greet her potential new comrade. Things had been rather quiet, desolate and all around -- hollow -- when it came to the company she had in Las Noches. The Queen of Hollow's, Ashlei Mischevang, was heard to be on yet another urgent venture as she seemed to once again fall off the radar. Not many of her subjects were clear on the whereabouts of the Hollow Queen, but they understood from The Demon Queen that she was very much alive this time around. So to that end, Rose could only breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet, even with that news, it failed to ease the emptiness of the current state of The Espada. The only other active operative on her team that she was aware of had been the Quinto Espada's faccion: Varas. Outside of herself and that faccion, the Shadow Espada were all but barren. As a result, Rose was left to her own devices for quite sometime when it came to maintaining the defenses of Hueco Mundo and managing the affairs of the Arrancar and Hollow. She kept all who followed its rule and the rule of The Hollow Queen in check.

So she had her hands full given the current situation. Thus, Rose let out a soft, cold sigh upon this reflection. Deciding not to run or sonido towards the male's location within the colossal palace, The Mischevang walked at an even pace. During this little walk, as she thought more about the predicament that she was under . With the way things were going, The Primera Espada felt that she indeed needed to take a much more stronger and active role in maintaining the affairs of Hueco Mundo. Clenching his fist, stiffening her lip and hardening the gaze in her eyes; these were the bodily responses to her now having the resolve to take the first steps towards a new goal. A goal of reviving the current Espada, making her allies stronger under her guidance and seeking out more Espada to join her and harden the defenses of her beloved sisters domain.

Of course, even if she were left with nothing else, Rose felt that her abilities and skills were more than enough to protect the realm if need-be. After all, it was why that the despite this lull they were under, the vast majority of Shadow Fall's rule and The Hollow Queen's law were obtained as many Arrancar's and Hollow's alike bowed down to the force given and enforced by The Primera Espada. However, even the strongest of beings need someone they can rely on; someone they can call their ally and someone to have their back. This is why as Rose heard the male's desire to grow stronger, she'd react to it with the utmost of urgency.

"Do you really wish to become strong? Is that what you really want?"

Turning from a left corridor, The Mischevang unveiled herself for the promising Espada to see. With each footstep she took, the chains across her ankles, legs and wrist let loose a shackling sound that echoed throughout the bare walls of Las Noches. Fixating her crimson gaze upon him, the reddened eyes of The Primera became more prominent in her face as a soft breeze blew through her scarlet colored hair. Wearing nothing more than a white dress with a rope tied at the waist and golden necklace hanging across her chest; her attire was quite light and the pitter-patter of her barefeet became more audible as she came closer to the Arrancar.

"Everyone wants to have strength and power, but very lack the wisdom and perseverance to obtain it. So tell me, Grajo Sombra, if that is your name, what makes you so different?"

Now standing five feet away from the male, The Primera folded her arms and a neutral expression came across her face as she let out a soft sigh. The height difference between the two was quite drastic; almost comical from another point of view. With the male being five foot eleven, and the female being five foot four, there was a stark contrast between the two. In spite of that, in this day and age, it was never very wise to judge a book by its cover. So much along these lines, she wondered for herself if there was anything that separated this male from the numerous rows of hollow's and Arrancar's that fought to the death for power.

Depending on his answer, The Primera was either going to reject him outright from their ranks or welcome him with open arms. Even in the state of disrepair they were under, it would be wise to stand alone than with another whom would bring you down to their level. And with that sort of mistrust in Rose's heart, she was more than on guard around this man until her understanding of him became more clear. Just what move was he going to make? Well, only time knows the answer to that question.