Post by Ao, Lán Shī on Jan 2, 2014 18:20:41 GMT -5
The murky hue of the horizon did little to lift the spirits of the somber Espada. Two scars lined his body since the his encounter with the captain, small in the front, and decently sized blotched in his back where the power surged out similar to a dam. The pride of the Lion was wounded, but, he himself was not personally angry, nor vengeful. While Ao had not chosen the fight himself, he had lost. Only his fraccion knew of his defeat, or so he would like to think, as the Espada had spies among each others kingdom like mistrusting children fighting over an inheritance. Beneath him, the city buzzed to with excitement. Arrancar's were instructing others on proper techniques, homes were being built and equally repaired, and Sonido training was taking place over the rooftops and towers, much to the irritation of those who were on watch. Despite his defeat the city moved on without him. It gave him hope in case of his demise that it could continue to do so.
The soft patter of foot steps behind him caught his attention as he meditated near the cliffs edge, garnering traditional pants but otherwise shirtless. "Lord Sexta," the voice came, a females. Turning around she was bowing, garbed in the traditional Hueco Mundo clothing, a hole coming through the back of her mouth and the remnants of her mask appearing to be gloves of some kind. "You have a guest. What would you like me to do?" Even now she didn't look up. The idea was bothersome. "Send them up." Ao cooed softly, turning back to face the horizon. He had discovered the Arrancar's presence when she first stepped inside his domain. None could hide themselves as soon as they entered the city. Absolutely none. Closing his eyes he returned to his meditation, his Zanpakuto thrust forth into the ground in front of him similar to a Shinigami would when attempting to reach their inner world. He was curious as to why one would seek audience with the sixth Espada.