Doomsday

In truth, it had seemed that the Red Planet had perhaps misjudged the state of this world at first when they had sent Valentine. For a time there had been such peace, it hardly seemed as though his presence was even necessary to understand the land of his birth. But now all manner of things seemed to be happening in such a rapid succession as to make his presence wholly worthwhile. The war had been one thing, certainly, and the fallout from his battle with Inami had been troublesome. But when his little birds in China told him of a threat he had read much about, naturally he could only do one thing.

He practically ran right to Beijing.

Such a grandiose barrier as he was faced with upon arrival was, of course, something Valentine took a moment to study. He knew of kido in the abstract, but one of this caliber was certainly worth looking upon for a moment. Perhaps tragically, of course, he could not properly touch it to understand the full extent of its functionality. Still, what little he could glean was of course sent off to the Drones for full intensive study. He poked, prodded, introduced all manner of other materials in the area to it, and when he was finally content with this, he simply walked through unimpeded, continuing toward the scene that his airborne spies had shown to him.

Of course, upon arrival he found quite a scene. Metaphorically, anyway. His birds had, of course, told him of these changes well before he set foot on the scene. Kabuto Hebi and Ulv Auber, here alongside Sosuke Aizen, ready for any confrontation. In truth, he was rather glad to see miss Auber. Not so much for any particular familiarity with her, or fondness for her, but rather simply because he knew from his intelligence that she more than made up for the physical aspect of combat that he was outside. It was refreshing, though at the same time, her propensity for operating on her own terms was...concerning, if nothing else.

Still, he was here now, and he gave his usual cordial smile to all parties as he stepped foot on the scene. He waved cheerily, his eyes closed, and his silver hair blew faintly in the wind. A sight he, in the back of his mind, faintly wondered if Aizen might have some reaction to. Placing a hand in his pocket, he then addressed everyone currently assembled, his tone of voice seeming far from as serious as might be expected.

“Oho~ Sosuke Aizen, here in the flesh. Well, flesh in an abstract sense, I suppose. I suspect you are far from having any 'flesh' in the truest way. I was under the impression you had died long ago. All of the history books say as much, anyway. But, I must admit the spiritual realms do work in mysterious ways. Perhaps it's not so strange to see you here after all.”

Naturally, Valentine had already long since raised all of his defenses to the absolute maximum. He currently had no offensive ability whatsoever, but he suspected that this would change quite soon. This was more a precaution than anything else, and one he imagined would be extremely important in a few moments.

“I would introduce myself, but of course, I have read that your intellect was one quite insurmountable to most. I am sure I need not introduce myself and my origins to you.”

The smile on Valentine's face didn't change, but the attitude behind it seemed almost more malicious now than it had been before. He of course knew fully that he had no record but for the most barebones, that which came from his position in the Vanguard. He scrubbed the countless webs of information quite regularly, and knew that even now the truth of his identity had stayed firmly within the Chairmen of the Vanguard. He knew that he had no other known history, and that there was not a single bit of information on who he was other than simply his name. To addend his origins to what he expected of Aizen... Well, Mars had never thought much of these spiritual vermin bringing their discord to the real world, now had they?