The meeting

Mon Jan 03, 2011 2:35 pm

Dellapero Grance had been walking silently along the hollow-filled forest of Menos that had been his home for the recent generation. Each day had been a dull hell just as it always was since his days as a gillian. It had been a long time since then. Over two thousand years since he first came here. The entire area was familiar to him now. Every mile of it. His thoughts passed through his mind like a bullet-train passed the tracks of history. So, here he was.

Dellapero was an adjuhas-class arrancar. A exceptionally strong one at that matching the power of most Vasto Lordes class arrancars. Though, this was mainly because of his powers. His power was of raw physical power making him a power-house like build. Dellapero had excelled in several arts of combat as well as strategic tactics. Recently, he had joined the espada himself as the Trecero position, such was usually researved for vasto-lordes class arrancar.

Dellapero stands at a height of 6'5 with a Mesomorhp build. This is shown by his abnormally large muscle mass that is visible along his chest and stomach. Dellapero has a tan, caucasian skin-tone, black hair that covers the entire top of his head as well as even reaching down over the back of his neck and forehead. Dellapero has eyes as black as the darkest midnight and commonly has a very calm, almost to the point of being emotionless, facial expression. He only would show a different expression in a rare case. Dellapero's attire consists of a black leather jacket that covers his entire back, the bottom-back of his neck, and 25% of the sides of his stomach and chest. As well as black pants that go down to his ankles. At the center of his right-hand, the inscription of his his number is shown in a blood-like red color. Dellapero's hollow mask fragment consists of white hollow mask covering a 1 inch radius around his left-eye. The mask material appears to be smooth, and isn't that thick compared to other fragments. His hollow hole is at the center of his back and stomach, allowing one to see the inside of a portion of the jacket through the stomach.

Dellapero Grance was originally a Espada serving long ago back under the reign of Barragan. The arrancar was one of the very few people he actually respected and thought had a reason for existing. But later, when the one known as Aizen had emerged, Dellapero was very displeased with the case and left for his own ambitions in search for ways to improve his power.

Dellapero was the aspect of solitude, but did have a small belief in the ideal called fate/ Fate being the theory of events being predetermined by some all powerful god and that things could never be changed from what they were planned to be. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. It was one of the many questions that had no answer.
There were many questions in this fable existence known as life. There are known answers, Then there are unknown answers. And there are also the unknown unknown. A rare thing where we don't even know what it is we don't know. These things would always be answered in time, but the question was how much time? Even god-like beings such as arrancar and shinigami only live so long.

So he was here. At the center of the Menos Forest. Dellapero Grance was waiting for an individual Vasto-class arrancar to hsow up in order to make a proposition of sorts. His plans were to take over the espada and with them destroy every other orginzation bringing the world under one thumb. He already had an inside position to his advantage and knew of upcoming events that would surely aid in his endevors, but the arrancar still needed allies after-all.

Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:47 pm

The wind carried Marcus across the sands of Hueco Mundo with a violent gail, the pressure of gravity and friction arguing against each sonido taken. Nevertheless, the man who was the Legionnaire King cast aside the objections of the world around him, forcing that which was slower to that of subjugation. Just as the world around him was forced to subjugate itself to his movements, Marcus himself could not help but smirk in silence to himself as he tailed after Dellapero. Whatever the Espada's ambitions, opportunity had seemed to find Marcus with favor as of late, but, the sheer volume in how many had approached Marcus, speaking of their lack of faith or satisfaction with the world around them and their ambitions to change it. It seemed, that Marcus had become the very magnet for his desires, the knowledge of those with the ability or desire to further that which, not only he desired, but the world required.

A quiet gaze grasped the visage ahead, Dellapero had gained an advance in distance over Marcus whilst he had been lost in his own thoughts. To remedy the situation, Marcus merely sped up his movements, several quick blasts of thunderous static sound dispelling any beliefs that Marcus himself were of the slower variety. Casually he dodged around the many crystalline trees of the Menos Forest, until ,at last, the center came to view, and so did the proclaimed Tercero Espada, the man whom had arrived not moments before Marcus himself. Silently, Marcus himself dipped his speed, arriving with a silent step not but a few feet from Dellapero himself, his gaze stern and stoic as he looked upon the visage of the man before him with a nigh critical look evaluating the man as he himself stood in place.

"So...your meaning behind bringing me here Dellapero-kun?"

Likelihood could dictate that the young Espada brought Marcus to the depths of the Menos Forest for some plot or the like for a degree of power. In fact, Marcus was more than willing to bet his own "life" on it. So predictable the Espada had become throughout the millenia that such meetings had become nigh routine. Then again, there was a singular difference, the number of the Espada whom had approached him with mentions of a proposition. Often, those that approached were the Noveno or Octava Espada, due primarily to their limited powers and total lack of contented selves in their position. So, perchance this Espada could offer something far more fruitful than those of the espada prior to Dellapero. His demeanor displayed with a sense of unreadable stance, Marcus' gaze altogether emotionless, his physical frame casually lax as he stood, much akin to a statue, his gaze though intense, harbored no singular emotion, green eyes ablaze with a natural warning of present power, but displaying no direct aggression of any sort thus far. What would the child-like Espada offer?

"I pray that you've not called me here for something of purpose, Dellapero-kun."