Like Teenagers Sneaking Their Curfew {Open to All}

Aramand listened to the new comers dissertation and expressed a bit of discontent when a hot stream of the herbal smoke jetted from his nostrils---a very bullish art of smoking, figuratively speaking . The spliff would be taken from his lips and ensnared within his index and middle once more. It was a bunch of Jargon that he not only was unfamiliar with, in all his own newness, but a way of masking or justifying crude authoritarian practice----through some title and false sense of supremacy.

"More like an S-Classed asshole, So you're telling me you found it necessary to evacuate a mass through panic over a Potential Threat----that only YOU are seeing? How many a contradiction lay within the confines of your own dialogue? You BELIEVE you STUMBLED upon a child? If that was the case you wouldn't have had the need to do anything...you'd have him in your possession already right?"


Aramand could pick this individual apart verbally all day, it wouldn't accomplish anything in the long run. Short sighted as many are he wouldn't get the point, so Aramand immediately disbanded on the idea. "You didn't isolate the child because of it's "Power" or "Threat". OF COURSE he's powerful when he's amongst a slew of brittle humans. Under that clause, YOU'RE powerful...AS am I. WE ARE ALL THREATS...you sought him out because of WHAT he was. I Despise such bias and racism..."


At that very moment of his silence a very overbearing, and unfathomable wave would wash over the area, scope of which couldn't possibly be understood or fathomed by the insufficient. The Soul Societies Gotei 13 are a pinnacle organization for a reason. Every warrior under that banner was nothing short of a stellar combatant, and The Soul Society was reknowned for their "Anomolies" if you. You always hear of spirtual pressures and powers of outstanding and overbearing degrees. The Former Head Captain Yama, Kenpachi----Aramand was no exception to this, and if it needed to be proven then may someone have mercy on that ignorant soul. But this injustice, this arrogance from this "Ziamachi" was insufferable. Armand would ease up on some of that said suppression---and give birth to a proverbial hurricane, a malestrom of his prominence to push in every direction to the point where the ground at their very feet shuddered.---it begins.


The grip on the sheathed, unawakened Zanpaktou was tightened, and the dark tone would provide the name of the Orchestrator of the oncoming Symphony of Pain. The pressure movement was in a firm crescendo, the more he stood, the more things strained. The more the small fissures turned into cracks. The more gusts felt like Microbursts and to make matters worse it was starting to become localized event that was engulfing an area of the town itself--only to grow larger.


"Aramand Armaggeddus....Vice Captain of Squad 10 of the Gotei 13. And I am escorting the Arrancar Child back where it came, SAFELY, and with the least conflict. Stand down and know peace....Impede me and know Pain." Those Onyx eyes glowed, they looked like jewels from the pit of hell itself. A thick cloak of energy beginning to slither about the massive frame of the Vizard, who's garments billowed within the torrent of his own spiritual pressure, all the while awaiting an answer.

Aramand didn't say or utter a word. He had this thing about repeating himself that didn't fair well for others when and if he in fact did find himself doing it. He'd only stand there holding the sword, steadily, letting more and more of his own pressure leak out. This was beginning to become an environmental affair. Seismic activity was starting to incline and shift already stressed concrete and asphalt against each other causing fairly large fissures to start making themselves seen across the park landscape.

Tree's were starting to split at their trunks, their tops stripped of their leaves from the increasing wind-like push of his pressure. Nature was straining. His very presence alone was starting to spike Ionization in the activity, a key attribute of Aramands, should any were even slightly knowledgable of what he was capable of. As Des walked out and offered the Quincy Candy, it could be seen right there that the child was doing what children do---being children. The need for conflict rested squarely upon the Quincy's shoulders. Aramand was a student of the WAYS of Kenpachi-----He doesn't yield or back down from shit. Especially when it's HIM making his own stand on a belief he believes in.

So Zero had to ask himself the question as to whether it was worth quite possibly awakening a wrath that even Central 46 chose to keep contained for countless milennia. Threaten the lives of countless innocents in this city. His own even---over candy?? Was it worth it? With his skin starting to become aglow, and the kinetic disturbance from his output encroaching the "Hurricane or Nuclear Bomb" levels of "Push", Aramands words would come across to the quincy once more while he calmly shoves the last shard of candy he had into his mouth, and began crunching it. "Well...what's it going to be?"..

Oh Aramand understood the risks alright. Des may think that Aramand doesn't know a stitch about this kid but he knows enough. He's seen enough. He first saw what he needed to see when the Kid tried to swipe the Spliff from his lips---he came close. And Aramand has never had to "Try" that hard to avoid getting hit or having something come that close to him. The kid was fast..fast as hell. Which only made him assume that there was other things about the child that were being suppressed and untapped. If for any reason Des was angered, he possessed a significant potential to be a threat---that's if he was provoked.


That was the dual edge to this kid. He was a barometer of the nature around him. Treat him good. With respect. Treat him like the child that he was. Being stern only when needed, Des would most likely give you absolutely no troubles at all. Treat him like an asshole, like a dog, or some worthless creature---he could ultimately become your worst nightmare. When the other came, and began speaking, Aramands ears plucked from his words a significant detail He can suppress/remove Arrancar Energy. Couldn't be a better baby sitter. Aramands eyes would move from Zero to the human, then back to Zero, noticing that he was starting to stand down and with that, Aramand followed suit and stopped beating this place up with his spiritual pressure.

His eyes would go back to the Human, "Len eh?....Well, I'd say you'd make the prime candidate to watch over my friend here. I cannot take him back to the Soul Society with me, but I will make frequent visits to this place and to him, to ensure that all goes well with him. Des is a Barometer for character..you treat him right. He will treat you right. Treat him wrong...you'll regret it. There is alot to him that you won't see, and probably wouldn't want to...he's powerful. But you're abilities should be able to curb him."


Aramand would reach into that infinite pocket and withdraw yet another spliff. He wanted to SHOW these individuals something. WHY they should respect the balance going on within Des. YES he has attributes, but his focuses aren't like Arrancar focuses. He isn't primal. If so, his focuses on thins like Candy and Weed are stronger then those primal urges. "If you are going to overlook him for the time being Len, be advised....he's fast, quite possibly faster then anyone here.---DES, SNATCH.." With that word he'd hold the Spliff straight up in his hand, and even from the distance of beyond 20 meters, Aramand expected Des to do what he does best---especially if ALLOWED. Snatch...the spliff.