Thoughtful Infiltration [Open]

One would figure, the brazen attitude and disrespect of a lingering party who had listened into that which was not meant for their ears. It truly was a loathsome idea, for that which was unwelcome, was working quickly to reinforce the stereotype upon which so many lives had been slain for. A sideways glance and short nod gave warning unto Mayonaka that the arrancar had every intent to pursue, and so he did. Silent steps brought Marcus to the edge of the rooftop, and off he went, walking right of the side, plunging straight down at an accelerated rate, much like those who jumped to their death. But it was not a leap for death as the wind screamed against Marcus' face like daggers with windburn, his haori whipping in an unheard rage against the wind, the full spread of his torso visible to the world upon which he was descending, the tattoed "5 visible to the world like a black beacon.

The earth rushed to meet the man, for many, it would create a sensation of fear, yet, all the world would recognize, he would not be subjugated to its law, rather, he would bend it to his will and logic, and such came to be in the flash of a moment. Not but perhaps a few feet from Galice's hiding place from which he cursed and spat, Marcus landed with an unheard step, his body suddenly halting against the ground without an ounce of counterforce, only a few small cracks appearing under his feet, the end result of the reiatsu he had gathered under his feet to halt his descent in but a moment, allowing him to come to a gentle stop, feet planted on the ground in such an ever so sinister manner, his haori gently falling back to his sides, once again covering his torso and unwanted number, his eyes aglow with a look of discontent and annoyance, his voice echoing in kind with an authorative tone that seemed to demand respect, from the greatest kings to the lowliest hollow.

"Typical..." he spat with a tone of mild frustration "You do nothing to aid that which binds us to terrible stereotypes as mindless monsters of ruthless hunger."

Step after silent and imposing step, Marcus brought himself ever closer to the hiding hollow, his reiatsu slowly rescinding itself to more bearable levels so as not to attract any other outside forces whose company he had no desire of having.

"Come and show yourself, else I would be forced to pull you from your place of hiding. Or if you come, do you think I would slaughter your evesdropping self? Do you not think I would have done so the moment you were noticed? Come and do so, for I've no desire to give chase in a world that we are not so welcomed in the thanks of our unwarranted stereotype."

Though true, his reiatsu had lessened, there still existed an air of draining and debilitating essence about. Though not unbearable, it still existed, it still drew out the breath to a sense that, while not impossible, it would indeed be uncomfortable for one weaker than Marcus himself to stand around the irritated arrancar. He desired not a show of power, no conflict, no unnecessary blood, and such was the means by which he acted, to force this unwanted intruder into a state of unwillingness to fight, but rather, a desire to speak. After all, his goals for that world in which he would exist without pursuit could not be gained, if the collateral of a simple meeting produced to bloodshed of the many inhabitants of Karakura City. So, he waited some few feet away, for the hollow to reveal himself, else he would be forced to pull him from the grate.

So the shinigami remained atop the building? It was no surprise, given the situation, there was little need or logic for Mayonaka to follow after him, especially after the due effects of Marcus' own actions against the hollow. So, he merely ignored the shinigami from that point, focusing instead on the possible threat to the world around him, this hollow which had attempted to flee to the grate and filth of the human realm, a most fitting yet, unfitting place for the being to hide himself. But, the hollow had heeded Marcus' call for an appearance, yet, the frame was, well, lacking in just that, a frame, the puddle that assimilated before him causing a brow to raise. It was, an unstable being to say the very least, and perhaps somewhat disappointing at that, but, such was the case for many wandering hollow anymore, the general level at which he could sense so far gave him the impression that the hollow were either an incredibly weak Adjuchas, or a slightly stronger than usual Gillian, but, such could not be confirmed so easily, especially given the after effects of his own reiatsu, a rather sinister ability that crippled even the strongest of warriors when they would find themselves in his presence.

So, he watched on after the hollow, his curiousity peaked in but the slightest of ways at the rant of it having lost its consistency beneath his own powers. True, most of such levels were often crippled to dangerous levels, but rarely would they ever be reduced to such a state. Perhaps, this hollow was one of parasitic nature? Such hints were given after the demands for a "sample" of Marcus' very own reiatsu. So, he wondered in the seconds between galice's very own demands to the hollow's leap for his body, he wondered if he would allow the hollow such a taste. Such a thing could prove dangerous, then again, the hollow's own levels were in such a gap from his own, it was hard to fathom such a creature being any sort of direct threat. After all, he could simply force the creature away with his reiatsu should things find themselves out of hand, so, he simply extended his arm, allowing the coil to lick at his reiatsu ever so slightly, a quiet gaze monitoring the hollow's feeding of his reiatsu for but a few moments before retracting his arm from the coil with a mildly forceful gesture.

"I think that such will be more than enough. Now, the question is mine to ask as are the cards mine to hold. What name do you call yourself by, and why are you lingering in the human world? For your very own sake, I pray you have no intention of causing a swath of destruction or bloodshed in this city. For...if such were the case, then that circumstantial death of yours may not be so hypothetical."

Words from a serious man, Marcus watched on the then detatched form of Galice with a look less than personable or light-hearted. What would be this hollow's intentions so far? No doubt he came simply to feed, but, his own suspicions might very well be wrong, time and answers would only tell. A less than casual glance left over Marcus' shoulder, upwards gleam catching an ever-so-slight glimpse of the shinigami above him. What will you do shinigami? Though the arrancar. Many extra parties had revealed themselves in a short time period, such moments often proved volitile, so, the circumstance could only prove...interesting. One would merely have to wait and see.

A sparing glance over the shoulder caught movement just as Mayonaka had landed behind him. So, the shinigami cared enough of the matter to follow after? Impressive character shinigami. Thought the arrancar as the hollow before him began to form into a more humanoid shape, rising not but two inches shorter than he, the shape somewhat, skewed and strange at best. Nevertheless, there were certainly stranger things that had been or were to be seen in the worlds, especially in the existence of the Hollow Race. Forever fortuitous and stoic, Marcus kept himself reserved with arms crossed, seemingly unsurprised and lost in thought, his eyes drifting casually up and down the still growing and solidifying shape of Galice before him, a casual tone gracing the ears of the shinigami behind him.

"All is well Mayonaka-san, it seemed this one merely needed an aid in finding his form once more."

Then, the apparent finale in Galice's growth, the raspy tone of the gillian filling the air around them with mentions of thanks, though, one could not help but wonder if the hollow were simply being sarcastic in his thanks and still had every intent of proving himself hostile. Perhaps such thoughts were well fancied too, as Galice's shape and body shifted again, the hollow's anger shifting from Marcus to target the shinigami behind him instead, an act not to be left unapproached by the arrancar Marcus. In fact, the actions merely annoyed him further. After all, had not this hollow been listening to the exchange of words and circumstance between himself and Mayonaka? Perhaps this was a hollow of forgetful nature and less than logical mind? It was certainly possible, given the erratic nature of its forms, the constant growth of extra limbs, tails and natural weapons. A wonder came, did the hollow know it was not the only being around with the ability to shape and form weapons at its will? So, with mildly arrogant nature, Marcus stepped forward, furthering the wall between Mayonaka and Galice, his right arm extended to his side at parallel level with his shoulder, the bone-white ring that clung to his ring finger slowly congealing and shifting, extending out some few feet from Marcus' hand, the visible features of a slowly forming katana taking shape in his hand, wrought fingers clenching the suddenly shaped and solidified hilt as the blade itself defined itself finally, metallic sheen catching against the moonlight above with a deadly gleam, a furrowed brow giving sight to Marcus' displeasure along with his tone.

"And you will not be the first of mine own kind that I have put to the blade for their ignorance and foolish behavior if you do not put away your weapons Hollow-san. One warning you've been given already, and no more will you receive. Calm your rage before you once again enforce the stereotype of Hollow that we as a kind must cast off so as to rise above that which others expect us to be."

Deathly gaze of soul-piercing eyes looked dead into the mask of Galice. It was a warning with every ounce of seriousness and power behind it, Marcus' reiatsu once again shifting about him in a way so as to remind the hollow before him that the form he was given in the grace of "kindness" may be just as easily taken away as it was given. Blood or creep were neither a necessity in a world that did not require it in this current circumstance. Instead, cool heads would win the day, this hollow would be forced to realize this.

"Should you not have been listening enough, I too have a name, Victor, one that you may call me, provided the courtesy be returned."