Crossroads (Open)

"Tch..." the sound left a set of full lips before echoing further in the fields of white sand, only to be finally slaughtered by the silence, itself.

The only sound now was made by her feet hitting the sand and the fabric of her hakama, as she moved. And even then, she had moments when it had turned dead silent. It was, in short, boring as shit. For a moment, it felt like the sky was even bored. From a scale from one to bored, she was probably half dead from boredom. To think, she had even bothered to hunt down a few hollows for her own amusement. Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

Kicking up the sand in her way, the female spun on her heels and spun around, her purple eyes now gazing at the white building, far off. Bah, there was nothing special about it. Just some retarded house with retarded little jackasses, running around to please the al mighty Cero. A pack of iddiots... Yet, why did she feel so angry?

The purple-haired arrancar gritted her teeth as a scowl knitted her brows, her nose a little wrinkled and hunched up as her eyes(well, eye) visibly narrowed. Just the though of someone 'supposedly' being better than her was wrong. They shouldn't even exist. Raquel was the ultamite being! She was the one to look up to! And although it had probably been the hardest thing to admit, she was jealous. Greed for power and lust for battle had long since consumed her body and soul. Besides that, only the strong affections for herself were left. She knew this well and didn't try to deny it. After all, no one really needed a lot more. Bonds were a complete waste of time, that was a fact. A consciousness of wrong-doings also had no place... So yes, greed, lust and arrogance were all she needed.

Pulling her burning gaze back from the white building, she let her orbs of purple slide back to the pile of hollow boddies. Of course, she wouldn't attempt to eat them. They were too low for her. Not really worth her time. Why had she hunted them down in the first place? Well, you see, she was bored.

Watching as some of them struggled for life, she couldn't help but arch a brow. Now, wasn't that the most useless action she had ever seen? There was no point. He could've acted dead and perhaps she wouldn't finish him off. After all, she didn't want anyone to live after a battle with her, unless they were actually useful.

Walking over to the knocked down hollow, she slowly pulled out her zanpakutou, the katana usually resting in a sheath, at the back of her belt-line. The blade shimmered in the rays of light cast from the sky. It reminded more of a flash as she stabbed it clear through the mask of that hollow.
"You guys should really learn to survive in yar' next life..." she said, feeling a smirk crawl up her lips as she recieved the last look from the beast. His big, yellow eyes had widened, as if hoping he'd wake up. Too bad... Perhaps, the serpent-like hollow would've made a good arrancar... perhaps.

Driving a hand through her short, purple hair, she sheated her katana with the other and let out a sigh. Was there really no use for this day.

"At this moment, anything interesting will work, really..." she gave out, while looking at the sky, almost hoping something interesting will fall down.

[Well, I'll do better... xD got pre-occupied]

Nada recently left Los Noches to train his Fraccion battalion for the upcoming action that Ashlei wished him to be ready for. With the Fraccion marching behind him in a 3x5 rectangle formation. Empathica sings as it gently glides along the white sand. Along the way away from Los Noches, he noticed a fellow Arrancar out in the desert. It is not curiosity that made him approach, it is duty. He approaches the lone Arrancar and halts his Fraccion with a simple gesture of his left hand. "Child of the sand. Dare I inquire your reason to linger. I assumed it is the moonlight that intrigues us all. Yet seeing blood of the lessers made me think it is not so." Nada spoke in his poetic tone, flowing like the sand beneath them while his passive expression imposed his intimidating nature from his years as a Vasto Lorde. As the Primera Espada, he was the second most powerful of the Espada with Ashlei Clixx being the most powerful. Behind him, his battalion stood tall and imposing like a subgroup of elite warriors.

Turning around, the young woman raised a brow. Now this was interesting... A man had practically walked up to her. Now that was a sight to marvel at. Raquel had earned enough attention to get approached by someone, who obviously had his own flock of followers. Talk about a boost to her ego. Not like she wasn't arrogant enough, already.

Relaxing her shoulders and sliding her hands in the pockets of her white hakama, she listened to the newcomer's words. Child of the sand? A true poet, wasn't he. Perhaps even melancholic? It was rare to see those. The constant bickering of their own power or the sheer lack of a personality had actually started to wear off on the young woman.

Her purple gaze trailing over the pack of fraccion, she couldn't help but anticipate her own pack of followers. It was boud to happen sooner or later. It wasn't even her arrogance talking. Well, it might have been, but it didn't change the fact that she was going to get there sooner or later. Arrancar like herself didn't stay held down or grounded.

"Ya' culd say I'm killing time, hun." she said in a calm tone, her gaze sliding to the side, as if to reach the defeated hollows. There was a hint of annoyance seen in her face, noted by the light scowl. She had been dissapointed. Perhaps, to really get into a fight, she was supposed to taunt a few other arrancars. The injuries, she might gain, didn't make her fear. She'd be glad to die in a good fight... perhaps, after she demands ultamite controll. Still had a few things to do during her lifespan.

"Your name?" the big busted woman, dressed in a white hakama and a top which reminded the upper half of a bikini, gave out, finally returning her attention back to the man. After all, he seemed interesting. Probably one of them Espada, seeing by the fangirls and boys, yet not as boring as she thought they'd be.

"Nada is my identity as I am the Poet's Pendulum. Yet disappointingly, these husks are no more than what they used to be. The moon spoke of your deeds that sung into my ears. Potential left raw and I came to refine." Nada spoke. The Adjuchas Fraccions looked at Nada without any surprise, but curiosity. His speech seemed to be made up in stanzas in poems. Four sentences well melded together with his melancholic tone. His blank eyes shown no pupil to read if he is lying or not, but his words are picked for the purpose of charisma. It could be why he has more followers than the other Espadas. Nada was a natural leader. Like he detected something, he turned his gaze to his left. In his sight was a Hollow that stood in awe by the odds it was facing. "You all can stand easy. Sand may be disturbed. However this one stood for a reason. Advance." Nada commanded gently to the lone Hollow.

The Hollow approached Nada with great unease, looking like it will attack at anything that moved the wrong way. By looking at it, it looks like an Adjucha. Nada pinched the right black glove and pulled it off his skeletal claw. On the palm of his right claws, there was a black 1 is visible. With the skeletal index finger, he placed it onto the bridge of the Hollow's nose. "I dubbed thee, an Arrancar Fraccion. The such who will serve an Espada. But it is not me you will serve. Sleep well." Nada spoke before a ripple of power exploded from his fingertip, cracking the adjucha's mask thoroughly. The adjucha fell backwards and lay on its back as Nada turned back to the little busty arrancar. "Will you follow and become stronger with your brethren? It is all I asked before your imposing figure. The moon told me many things. Yet it told me you are best fought by my side. And never behind me." Nada concluded his request, seeing that this arrancar is not part of any Espada's Fraccion. The moonlight shined upon Nada like Nada was a figure that can inspire an intelligent Menos to follow him. The power he emitted was subtle, yet can be felt like looking at a potential ruler.