Green Mist![OPEN]

The desert of Hueco Mundo was a cruel and endless abyss of destruction and malice. Where the savage underlings of the Forest fought to evolve in the land below, those that ascended to the higher realm of evolution roamed the eternal sands. Under the luminescent light of the looming moon, a single Hollow watched the abrupt conclusion to the existence of an unfortunate few that strayed too close to an event out of place. Its eyes; or rather those of a puppet in its grasp caught the display at just the right distance to observe it without being caught up in the destruction that would never be noticed by another. 

The Hollow covered its eyes only briefly as the brightest flash of light cast over the desert. Once the gate opened and the light slightly dimmed, the creature's gaze returned, more focused than before. Out of all the time it spent in the forest, a creature of such design; composed entirely of energy was unheard of. The powerful pressure exuded from it, along with the effect it had on those  with the misfortune of being too close made it one of the more powerful creations it had seen in its short life.The band of Arrancar that previously caught the Hollow's attention were turned to dust, leaving nothing of the proclaimed superior race in the manifestation's path.

Just as suddenly as the event began, it concluded. A single temple left in the midst of the sands while the giant retreated to whatever realm they originated from. The Hollow remained still, standing on a tall mass of sand that looked over ground zero. Nothing seemed to happen at that point, only the unorthodox silence that followed.  Out of all the memory stolen from the surface dweller it inhabited, nothing quite matched up to the display before it. It was a unique event, one that made it curious. The temple had a purpose, and with the fodder gone,the only thing left to get information on was the construct itself. Even now, the owerful energy from before resonated from the temple.

The Hollow made its way to the epicenter of it all in no rush. Its pace was slow, calm and collected. Whatever the intent of that behemoth and the source of the power that remained was, it intended to find out. Not for any greater purpose, but simply the sake of learning itself. If things went profitably, there may even have been something to gain from it all.The only problematic thing was the creature's own limits. 

The parasite cast away all the ties it had in the Forest of Menos, sending an entire army to oblivion for little more than the entertainment of the chaos that ensued. Caught up in the moment of its own enjoyment, a few factors had been forgotten. With no souls left under its control, the creature had little power to bend to its will, and even the body it controlled like a puppet was vastly inferior to the former guise it carried. At that point, it couldn't be helped. One simply needed to rise again and claim that power that it carelessly tossed away. Perhaps this was the first step; or the last.

After a few minutes of dreadful silence, the Hollow stood close to the isle and the temple above it. The creature pressed off the desert floor; ascending to the temple above and landing gracefully before the structure. The movements were swift, but mellow. The creature had the display of complete confidence in its ability to come to this place and observe it without risk of demise as the others before it. To any others that may have been basked in the shadows, it appeared only as an Adjuchas. The body of the Hollow stood in a nearly Human shape, but also retained many flaws a kin to a Hollow of that caliber. Not only were they standing at a sizable eight feet even, but their skin was a shade of dark blue. The muscle definition in the arms and legs were atrociously large, and the ever-present white mask adorned its face. A hole struck through its chest, much like any other of their kind. Even the power of the pair remained restrained to pull off the illusion of being an ordinary Adjuchas that happened to survive the events below.

The creature stepped forward, tapping the edge of  the structure to generate a knocking sound; even if a door were not present to the temple. The yellow eyes of the puppet slowly moved to the left,then thr right. It took in as many details as it could, looking for the source of the energy signature that remained and any objects of interest that may have colored the abode. Were there to be no answer, no form of life in sight; the Hollow would simply knock again; waiting patiently for the start of an unknown interaction to ensue.

In wait, an answer finally arrived. The doors to the temple of the unknown opened, and a character less-than-anticipated made a sudden debut. They looked no older than a child, holding traits associated with a fox comprised both of fur and the white fragments of a Hollow's mask. Spiritual beings taking on a form so young,, despite being vastly older was no uncommon feat, so the masked fiend had no intention of undermining what they were capable of..At least, not yet. It was an oddity for an Arrancar to have an unorthodox entrance as the one they presented to their own home. What was their purpose in it all?

Even more out of the place than the build up to their meeting was the comment in their greeting? Two? How could they feel out its true form masked under the Adjuhas in its control? Having the identity hinted at so suddenly bothered it, but these situations were bound to happen eventually. The best course of action was to feign ignorance, and so it did. Bending its knees and crouching down to lower the large Hollow's height down to a closer six feet for the smaller soul, the large mask rest on its face split in twain. The jaw of the beast opened to reply, its tone deep and relaxed.

"Hello, Julius. My name is Ruvik. Pleasure to make your acquaintance ..But I'm not quite sure what you mean by two." He paused, looking briefly behind himself; not seeing nor sensing another soul besides the one before him.  "As you can see," it said, turning back to look down at the smaller Arrancar. " I'm the only one here, aside yourself of course." Its lie was perfectly performed, not leaving a twitch, a shift in vocal pattern or any physical indication of the fallacy. Nothing short of being able to read the parasite's soul itself inside the soul of another could tell the difference in its words. It was a beloved trait one that kept it alive through one host to the next. It continued,"Now, as for why I'm here. The display just before our meeting that spawned your abode and my interest. I would like to know the purpose of it all; as well as the source of the energy that resonated with it, if that isn't too much trouble."

The Hollow paused in wait for a response. The tone, nature, and general feeling of the Arrancar before it matched their appearance quite well. Overly-enthusiastic, energetic, and finding joy purely from a visitor. These things were uncommon, and more-often-than not were common of those more dangerous than the brutal savages of the forest. It didn't sense power too grand from the Arrancar, far from matching the powerful surge that washed over the desert moments ago. Could another soul be hidden away in the temple somewhere? All these questions it asked itself will reveal themselves in time. It is just a matter of patience.

The Hollow paused, hearing the sound of that problematic sniff from the Arrancar before them. It was hard to believe one's sense of smell could be so refined it could see through such a disguise.  Even through flesh and spiritual resonance completely masked by the shell of the creature around it, the child-like soul could easily distinguish the truth behind deception..Well, at least part of it. While they may have been able to figure out the existence of the fiend locked away, seeing through a puppet's lie was another matter. So long as it maintained a proper stance in their conversation and diverted things elsewhere, any extra information being extracted could be avoided. Still, out of their meeting the information already yielded something useful. With this amazing feat of sensory revealed, the creature could properly align its stratagems with the fact should the two ever cross in the future. Fortunately this meeting occurred prior to any more serious situation where their feat of smell could be a cause of far more problems than brief surprise.

The puppet maintained its composure, not showing a hint of the real thoughts going through the creature's mind. To the comment of potential pregnancy, all the large creature did was lightly chuckle. It never bothered thinking about that, but were Hollows able to mate and be effected in such a way? Anything was possible, wasn't it. Two prime examples of traits well above the scope of normality were present at the very seen after all. " Humorous, but of course not. I'm male, as you realized, and I'm not part seahorse!"  It was a relief when the boy went on about their annoyance in the manner. The less they could compose in their mind, the better. One day, keeping things secret wouldn't be an issue. Once its climb to power had concluded and the world was at its fingertips..But until then, keeping the extent of its ability in the dark was key to taking the best position possible in the scheme of events in play.  Something seemed off though..it was like a feeling of realization had resonated from the boy, and this soon went from a thought to a fact.

That comment..What was their next guess going to attribute to? There were only so many situations that could match the description, and eventually one would prove accurate. The Hollow puppet remained still, maintaining eye-contact with the fox-like soul and waiting patiently for their next verdict.Its yellow eyes quickly shifted upon a sudden enlightenment of its own. The small Arrancar had become far closer than it imagined. Still, it kept up a relaxed and care-free attitude on the outside with a flow of spiritual essence perfectly matching the false mind set of inner-peace. The last comment, along with that shifted shade of the iris set off an unseen storm of fury inside the beast. The parasite thought back to the comment. 'Nothing more than a parasite'. The insolence...It didn't have any qualm with the fox-like soul at all until that moment, disdain instantly filling the unseen creature's soul and restraining itself for the time being. While few things were more important than fulfilling its own desires, learning more from the small soul and gathering more power for itself was a larger concern for its future development. 

"A parasite? I don't feel anything of the sort. Odd...It is concerning. I'll have to look into the matter."  The puppet paused, looking over its own midnight blue flesh for any kind of unique wound or other place a creature could have infested it.  Its eyes focused on the empty hole in the center of its chest. Perhaps that was a medium somehow? Looking back toward the Arrancar before it, the bi-pedal guise continued. "It is interesting though. I must thank you for alerting me of it. Perhaps that isn't the case, but the potential of it is worth examining later. I'll do it on my own time. " Moving on to the next matter at hand, the parasite took a special interest in how the child spoke of a God..A God. It wasn't one to believe in Gods. Most were simply decently influential and powerful icons it would surpass in the near future. The concept of someone viewing themselves as such, and thus above the fiend in armor just added further agitation under a cool surface. 

"A god, huh?  What kind do you speak of? I thought the concept of such figures was abolished once one discovered the truth in death." This topic sparked some relief to the boiling frustration it kept locked away. Learning of more of the greater powers the universe had to offer that could hold the title of God will always be a good thing. Better to know ahead of time what one will contend with than find out while unprepared. Addressing the secondary matter as well, only a single subject matched the depiction on paper. "You mean the Espada, Julius? The group's name originates from the word sword, and they are a leading figure in this realm. Its Spanish, if I recall correctly. " The Espada were figures all natives to Hueco Mundo knew of, especially the parasite. They were a powerful force to be approached with caution. So what did this child's master desire of them? Asking these questions both in the confines of its mind, and to the soul before it were key to fully grasping the state of the universe it aimed to conquer.