overgrownoverture02: planted by bloody hands

There journey was that of silence. No one dared cut the proverbial tension that was woven around the ragtag group now short one. Adelina was no not opposed to the silence, in fact she thought it was soothing and the only time they appeared like that of friends. During this long walk her thoughts were often of the book she had been reading lately and occasionally seeing just what type of life the cities within Campos Muertos were like. The city just before them was where those at the bottom of the hierarchy nested. There was no law, no chains, only freedom in trying to attain that of which every hollow sought. Filling the void within. Turning her head to face Nabill she smiled softly. "Not quite. It is Novosibirsk, a city filled only with hollow." She was certain he was sure to be confused, after all she was the only one who separated their kind. Stopping just at a crumbling pillar weathered by age and storm, Adelina's smile briefly faded as the wind carried her black locks into the passing gust.



"It is where they fight to survive. Survive and hope to one day become parted with the mindless hunger to consume. I do not allow them to live with the ascended. That is my society. You could say it is where I have the least control and where trouble lies."

This place was nothing more than a cesspool akin to that of the slums in the human world. Adelina was unsure of what Nabill thought he'd find, but even so she lead him into the largest city in Campos Muertos- Novosibirsk. It seemed desolate, but that was only because of the two giant energies that warded off the weak and cowardly. Aylona hung closer to Adelina's side, alert, but not overly so. "This is where i received word of his first sighting Nabill." 

Watching as Nabill had ordered Martin to go search for strongest hollow within Novosibirsk. Rich, auburn pools followed the woman to the stretch of the horizon where she soon thereafter faded from Adelina's vigil. As if dozens of ocean waves crashed upon her without end she could feel the Primera's gaze upon her, it was obvious he found the way she governed Campos Muertos to be dissatisfying. The way his acorn eyes perused over her made Adelina extremely uncomfortable. Seeing as they'd be here for quite some time she once more faced him with a blank look upon her fair face as she echoed back in retaliation.

"You speak out of place and in blind ignorance Nabill. They are hollow, who inherently feed off one another. This happens without my hand, I merely guide them, pushing those of no purpose and little to no existence to become what it was they lost upon death. You, most of all should know what its like to be at the very bottom, consumed by the minds of thousands as you scream and scream just to stay sane and not be lost within the collected souls of many. "

She paused. Aylona was meekly standing beside Adelina, still uneasy and unsure of what to do so she simply listened to the conversation between those who were burdened with the duty of commanding a kingdom. She herself could not fathom the level of responsibility they both carried and though she could care less of the Primera she could at the very least respect that. "I will squash any nonsense of such a notion myself, but to imply I'd lift a hand in rebellion to the GodKing is to go too far. None are more loyal to Luccio then i..." Adelina's jeering voice carried weight to it from her softer tone, but Nabill had always been a man who could run her the wrong way. He, for some reason had always been vexing since they first met. 

Not wanting approach the subject one more she faced away from him and into the direction Martin had went in with her arms folded across her chest. "Anneliese-sama..." Aylona reached out to Adelina in concern, smiling she placed a hand onto the smaller Arrancar, reassuring her she was alright. It'd take Martin quite some time to traverse the entirety of the city so they would be standing her bit. Nabills words though still reverberated in her head. Was her rule the cause of a possible insurrection?

She could only hope it wasn't so...

Air slowly was drawn into her lips whilst her chestnut eyes narrowed in obvious frustration. "Such a vexing man." Anneliese sighed, the conversation had taken quite the brooding tone and left a even more gaping chasm between the two. Their ideals were much too different she thought as she brushed aside her hair. It was times like these were she wished she could just relax somewhere far away, beneath a warm sun and be greeted by the soothing sounds of ocean waves. But alas, she was here with him and to make matters even more grim they were in the hellish sandpit named Hueco Mundo.

Finding herself a pillar that rested atop a medium size rock she sat down, her head still facing opposite of Nabill. Aylona kept herself quiet, but not because she feared Nabill though she was very much aware of the gap between them. It was because she was told to not speak out of turn. She was stuck simply observing, irritated by the Primera's remark but it was not her place to respond. 

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SOMETIME LATER

The ivory clad moon hung low in the sky and the air grew chillingly cold as if death was coming.It had been quite sometime since Martin had left, but that would soon change. She could be seen walking in the not too far distance a large adjuchas hollow who walked on four legs approached with her. His hind legs were extremely large, he had sharpened talons and horns that curled from his bone white mask. Soon they were standing not even a few meters, Martin calling out to Nabill that she had done what he asked of her. "I'm sorry it took long this city is quite big." The adjuchas scoffed as he peered down with honey eyes at the primera. He approached ever so slow before his rough voice bellowed out. "What does the Primera want with someone as lowly as me, Artur?" Gazing meekly at them both she'd only observe for the time being. Artur obviously looked annoyed by the sudden audience with and Espada, perhaps there was more to this tale then she had begun to realize. 

If it was so, it'd be a long night where nightfall never ended.