The Demon Slayer meets the Slayer of Vohlis

"Haaah!" Without fail, the fist pushed itself forwards and knocked into the chest of the black-clothed Shinigami, sending him flying backwards and into the nearest wall. The sound of crumbling brick caused her to cringe slightly, before returning her gaze to the man stuck in the wall. A sigh came out of the short-of-stature woman as she slowly traipsed to his side, holding out a hand and smiling brightly. As he took it and she pulled him up, she found herself musing. There seemed to be no loss of strength in this new body: she was just as physically powerful as she was with her old physical form. What did that mean, by the way? "New Form." Well, if we were to put it simply enough, then we would need to understand that Solas Foiche did not look like she used to. Before her fight with the damnable TelcinVohlis, Solas had looked rather beautiful, at least according to most of those who spoke to her. From her bright blue eyes, to the long locks of bright violet hair that had fallen down her back, Solas had certainly looked interesting. But now... but... but now... Sure, a bit of maturity gained always helped, but she looked so much older! She didn't know if she liked looking like this (no offense to her Zanpakutō spirit, of course). And... THE EARS. THOSE DAMN POINTY EARS! A hand went up instinctively and poked the tip. Seriously, HOW?!

She remembered it, occasionally. The pain that wrought itself through her body like wildfire after the destruction of Vohlis. Just before his destruction, the creature had produced a sigil, of some sort. She wasn't completely sure of its purpose, but the sigil itself may have done something to her body--for all she knew, the man may have invaded her cells, trying to rip her apart from within. It might not have been him, though: t'was simply an idea. However, just after finishing the fight, she had collapsed onto the ground and stopped breathing. She awoke, three days later, looking completely different. The story that she'd been told by most medical officials was that she was, by all rights, completely 'dead'. Something had started to eat away at the very make up of her soul, ripping her apart from within and causing her to slowly degrade. Almost completely giving up hope, the medics had prepared to pronounce the end, when something of unimaginable scope had occurred. A light shone, and an energy then erupted out of Solas' body. When the light faded, a different look was given. Solas woke up, looked at the mirror that she was handed, calmly stated that it was her Zanpakutō spirit and asked why they showed her a picture of her. When they'd explained it to her, well... she kinda freaked.

And then we got to today. About a month later, with Solas still undergoing rehabilitation. She had only just been given permission to test out her physical capabilities, so she had done it in style. A proper brawl, of sorts. She had fought against about eight Shinigami opponents at once, and managed to take them all down in order of speed. The fast bastards were her weakness, unfortunately. So the last one had been evading her for quite some time, before getting to a point where she couldn't keep up. However, she kept on it, managing to just get a hit in before finishing the fight on that note. Chuckling to herself, the woman started to approach the barracks in her long clothing, when she was headed off by a panting member of the guard. "Reagent General... There is a stranger at the gates... You're the closest of any considerable strength... please take a look, ma'am. He seems to be of Hollow-make, strength equivalent to a Vasto Lorde." Solas' eyes opened somewhat wider. Vasto... V-Vasto Lorde?! Growling now, her body rippling with worry, she started to head straight for the main entrance of the Vanguard HQ, passing by confused-looking Shinigami, Humans and the occasional Arrancar as they came in the opposite direction.

As she passed through the gate outside, she stared at the being that stood there, glaring at him quietly. He was covered in blade and bone, with a blank mask that would send even the most mentally-stable Shinigami into a state of worry. The mere presence of this being worried her, and the musculature of the other caused her to wonder just how strong this being truly was. Sighing softly, the woman placed her hands on her hips and looked up at him (from her height of 5'2, of course), speaking loudly and powerfully, as a woman of her position should.

"Solas Foiche; Reagent General of the Vanguard speaking as an Ambassador of its will and presence. I ask of you: who are you, and what is your reasoning for being within this place at this current time..." One of her eyes glinted slightly in the light as she looked at the man with a grin. "...Hollow?"

"Over twenty-six weeks have passed and I became this through the sheer will to defy the laws of Hueco Mundo and of Earth. I am once called, Mr. Caveman, the World Class Terrorist. You can choose to call me by my birth name, Malcolm Stone of Atlanta, Georgia in the United States." Aha. That was a name that she had heard through the news wire, but had never expected to come face-to-face with. A chuckle escaped from the lips of the short and elf-like woman, who folded her arms. Okay, so he was a terrorist--former human, now hollowfied. That was enough to make anyone worry, but Solas was somewhat confident with her expression. Why? One would have to wonder exactly why she was acting in the way that she was--why would one be so confident when faced with such a complete threat? There were enough Vanguard around, sure, but that didn't completely ensure her safety. If he was able to kill her--she, who was still somewhat weak from her ordeal--then the others would likely be child's play to him. Sure, Genpaku would be able to come out and kill him in time, but that would still mean her death. So, why was Solas Foice grinning with such a confident aura? Was it a bluff? A visage? Who knew?

A few of the members that stood nearby started to whisper quietly to one another, wondering what was about to happen. Would Solas, who had her Zanpakutō on her back, be ready to turn around and fight? What if these two were friends--lovers, even? Even those who knew Solas' sexuality had to wonder about that, though if only to put more and more stories into their own heads. "I can smell his blood on your flesh and his essence in your pores and his wrath in your scars." She heard him sniffing. Ew. Just... ew. "So you have indeed slew my prey, the Demon Lord. Yet you carried a dark aura that I can feel." Tch. Sighing softly, Solas turned away slightly and shook her head slowly. "That's not something I like to bring up... Mr. Caveman." It was true, she didn't. It had already been a month since she was pronounced 'dead'. She didn't need to be reminded of such things. "Sure, I killed Vohlis. I doubt that I would've if Arishima-dono hadn't been there," She'd always use such formal language around those who didn't know Genpaku well enough, "Why do you care, anyway? You say that he was your 'prey', yet you let an amateur like myself kill him first." Turning towards him, she sighed and folded her arms once more.

Despite her short stature, Solas had a rather stern and matronly look to her that went along with her appearance change, one that would serve her well in commanding soldiers. "Look. All I can tell you is that he pulled some sigil on me. That 'dark aura' you speak of is something that's completely unknown to me--though I can tell you that this was never what I normally looked like. For some reason, my body has done a complete merge with my Zanpakutō spirit. Whatever happened after that battle put me out of commission. It broke my body down completely. I was dead, damnit! And yet this happened, and I don't even know anymore." She shook her head and sighed softly, turning away again with her back facing him. "I wouldn't normally say this to a Hollow, but I doubt that you're going to attack me--this place is bad for a conversation, especially if it's going to get as serious as I feel that it is. Come. Follow." Walking off, Solas started to head into the main barracks of the Vanguard, leading Caveman through halls until she finally reached her own office, cleaner than it usually was--she'd had plenty of time to get through paperwork in the past month. Once they were both in the room, she would close the door behind him. The size difference was staggering--Solas was glad that the room had a high ceiling, though it made her feel really small.

"So, what do you have to say to me?"