Down in the Tropics [Safira, Yaksha]

"So this is what your endgame was. How fascinating. And here I thought your aspect of death was ambition."

From just behind Safira, there was a single flickering corona of purple and black, and then a sudden sensation of shadow looming over her. There was no way to see the garganta behind the figure that had just been made, nor to sense much of anything else; from the moment he arrived, his aura had been on full display, stifling everyone present. The water Safira basked in was suddenly as cold as if an iceberg had been plunged into it, causing the skin to suddenly rise into horripilation.

And the full focus of a hollow that had lived nearly as long as her without ever once attempting to evolve, a creature that had exhibited enough will and defiance to stand up against the god of hueco mundo, and countless entities who could have crushed him to bits, fell upon her. His dual tails swayed behind him, both of them moving in completely different concentric rings, patterns that made no sense to anyone else's minds. His hands were folded behind his back, giving a professional air, some sense of practiced innocence, as he looked down upon the arrancar who he had very recently been trying to spend as much time as possible getting to know.

"I gave you what you asked for. A distraction, and an opportunity. You could have easily capitalized on the opportunity given. You could have made history. And now you sit here, sipping on alcohol, acting as if nothing at all has changed. Tia Hallibel is in your home, performing the cleanup operations you should have been spear-heading."

The water surrounding Safira continued to grow denser and colder, as if in response to the spirit energy of this figure that stood above her. There were even tiny waves beginning to form, churning the froth and causing those in the water to be battered back and forth. And as Safira watched, Yaksha rose one single hand from behind his back, every inch coated in furious red runes, so many that it was impossible to even see the white underneath. They almost seemed to glow as he crouched down, placing a hand in the water.

"Is this what you would do without me, Safira? Simply lie here and watch the world of man, that I so greatly longed to see risen to the same heights as the Soul King, burn to ashes?"