BLOOD IN THE BREEZE (open)

And the power source that he was aware of finally stepped forward to reveal itself. A female, a quincy, and one that flaunted her position on the moral compass. "I was wondering when you would show yourself, Quincy," Ezel smirked slightly, welcoming the woman to the scene. Her tone was aggressive, and he questioned lightly whether she'd do anything to try and stop him. Of course, if such actions were to take place, surely not even the Lord Savior Jesus would forgive that crime. 

With a disapproving head-shake to extenuate the flows the women spoke, Ezelrik noted, "You are mistaken, on it being my idea. The Lord has appointed me his inquisitor, and I follow his teaching. These men spoke of great sins such as lust and wrath. I made the decision that not even small punishment would save their souls - they needed an act by God. And so I gave it." Ezel was as faithful, and pious as ever, never steering clear from his path of purifying such a world. "The justice in that, is the fact that I saved several others from experiencing whatever sins they wished upon the world."

Ezel stepped casually to the last empty cross and observed the construction before raising the body, and fixating it the piece. Turning away from the scene, he slowly approached the woman, speaking words with every step towards her, "So, young Quincy, you are upset. Do you intend to protest more?"

"What a sanctimonious jackass." She thought to herself, rather cynically, as he continued to talk and preach. Some of what he said sounded like it made a bit of sense, but nothing more than a tiny part. The rest of it sounded like the psycho babble of someone with no true purpose in life, someone who was chasing something to justify their existence. It was almost enough to make her pity the poor man. Almost. But nonetheless she kept her eyes on him as the thoughts flew her head and she listened to him speak. He asked if she was angry, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

"No...I'm not angry. Rather, I think that you're wrong. I disagree with your views and feel that you're rather foolish, pardon my bluntness." And she didn't add the last part for any reason other than the fact that she wasn't a truly hateful person. As much as she felt he was wrong, another part told her to think past that. It told her to think toward her own views of her Quincy heritage, and how she felt about them. Even as such Phoebe knew that there was a stark line between the two ideals that was completely visible to her.

Before she could continue to vocalize her feelings toward him, to a larger extent, another reiatsu began to form behind them. One almost like the man standing a few feet away from her, however, his was a level far beyond either of them. It made her eyes widen and her face turn in shock. Why was someone so powerful coming? Were they going to attack and attempt to kill her? She was instantly on the defense until she heard his voice question the other Arrancar.

His question was rather unusual, considering the context. Neither of them was being particularly arrogant, so what was he speaking of? Could it be that he meant himself, or was he truly saying that one of them was. She seriously began to ponder his question, when he mentioned her. Segunda? She had no clue what he was referring to, but she knew that it meant 'second'. Was there some sort of - share? Her eyes went wild as he suggested, without subtlety, that they commit sexual acts with her. How uncouth.

"He didn't find anything, and neither of you will be with me to begin with!"

Despite how menacing Alastar attempted to come off, it seemed the only one influenced was their guest. Cero toyed around as he approached Ezel, and as threatening as he acted, Ezel showed no fault in his composure. Icy eyes trailed the figure as he advanced past his own body towards the woman, and during the movement, the Segunda spoke with a certain charisma, "What can I say? I'm a Catholic man. And as the Bible goes thou shall love thy neighbor." There existed obvious sarcasm with his tone, often feeling like the Bible incorrectly speaks the word of the Father above. 

Despite such action, Ezel couldn't help be feel relieved after his decision to play nice. Though by the actions of his ally, it was clear that he sought some conflict, some form of entertainment. Perhaps it would come with the banter the Quincy brought forth. "If this accusation is some attempt to give yourself a sense of security of longevity, to bring hope to the notion that you might just yet survive this encounter... Well, I deeply regret that your efforts are fruitless. However, I do appreciate your usage of metaphors and... puns?" he spoke, lightly amused at her agitation with his existence.  

When she set her sights on Alastar, Ezelrik couldn't help but offer a light smile at the bark she summoned. All bark and no bite apparently. Turning his attention to Alastar, he mused with an impish tone, "Do you hear that, Cero? She thinks you are afraid of her."

Yes, it was quite obvious to Phoebe that the man in front of her was grating on her nerves ever so carefully. He had to have known how much he was pushing her buttons, but, what he didn't know, was that she could easily persevere through it without snapping. Acidic quips and the likes, however, were not bursts of anger and something that she could afford. He spoke, and spoke, and she couldn't help but laugh at him. It wasn't a sarcastic laugh in the least, no, it was one filled with pity. His ignorance permeated around the area like a thick fog and, for a moment, Phoebe could have sworn it was palpable. That, or, he was really irritating her. With a final guffaw and an accompanied sigh, she looked up at him in response to his words.

"Security, boy, do you try to speak so ignorantly or is it simply in your nature? I know of the situation I am in. If I fight the both of you, I do. But don't be so cocky as to think that you could defeat me. 'Hell hath no fury, like a woman's scorn'. Ring any bells?" She answered, her voice sounding cold and emotionless. There was a tint of acid, but nothing else. In truth Phoebe was surprised by how careful and measured her voice emerged, as her mind raced with possibilities. Escaping, should anything happen, was something that could be done. The stronger man would indulge the 'game' and underestimate her, while she could simply deal with the irritant one.

The one called 'Cero' asked her a series of questions that she honestly thought about. She didn't care about saving herself, she was just going to answer the questions as if it were a normal conversation. "Yes, I have pride and I think I can fight. Do I deserve it? Yes, I've worked hard since I was young. Do I think I am above others? It depends. Humans? No. I rather envy their ignorance and subsequent bliss. If I could have chosen another way it'd be to be born away from all of this, live life in the pursuit of happiness as many do. But Quincy? Shinigami? Yes, I am better than both. My own race too afraid to stick up for what they believe in, so they bowed at the mercy of those filth. Unacceptable." She shook her head, dazed a bit.