A Time to Brainstorm~ [Espada Only]

The world waited for nobody...except for Nox. She was the exception to this phrase since for her, everything was an adventure to learn. Even at the expense of others and sometimes her own self. She found one attribute of emotion the worst of all. Loneliness. The feeling was hard to describe and she couldn't exactly ever fill it. Ever since she learned of what the feeling was called, Nox had never been able to fill that void. Being among the other Espada seemed to dampen the emotion though which she took solace in.

Having heard the summons from the scampering Fraccion from the other Espada, Nox slowly made her way to the chamber. Of course distractions abound stunted her from being on time as per the norm. Her Zanpakuto sheath had clattered against a new surface and created a resonance which she had not heard of. In fact, she never had let her sheath clatter against the walls of Hueco Mundo. It was a curious sound indeed. What else had stopped the Arrancar? The need to observe the busy bodies of other Arrancar fluttering around to find their masters.

She had even gone as far to follow one and pester them for information about the meeting before deciding it would be best to investigate herself. Strawberry locks bounced around as Nox began to enter the chamber. Her head nervously glanced around before fully entering the room. The familiar black scarf followed her as she took notice of her master and the Primera Espada.
Raising a hand in greeting with a rather confused face, Nox took her place in a familiar seat.

Of course she could have sat anywhere else...but there seemed to be an order which was adhered to in these meetings. It was best not to disturb a master's organization as she had learned many times in the place which she had stricken from memory...or at least tried. "There are more right? Or did they all die? It would be a shame if they did." Nox tilted her head inquisitively, waiting for anyone to answer the question...yes, that question was even directed towards the dead silence of the heavy air if need be.

tagged: Espada
notes: Be Random And Obvious!
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(( Post Order Update: Colin, Raijin, Rou, Nox, Baron, Rafeal. ))

((Post Order Update: Colin, Raijin, Rou, Nox, Baron, Rafeal, Lily, Victor, Zelena. Repeat.

^Post order begins after Lily makes her appearance. I expect this to be strictly followed or your character WILL be ignored.))

Colin sat with his elbows propped on the armrests of his chair and his hands neatly folded in his lap. His gaze was distant as he stared at the tabletop, already bored out of his mind. This was the problem with showing up early to anything – the infernal waiting. It sometimes felt as though no one else was punctual besides himself and it was infuriating. Did the idiots beneath him have no sense of urgency? Or of duty? When your liege summons you, you don’t dilly-dally. You arrive promptly, as a show of respect. Damn fools. He kept his face unreadable, however – he didn’t want Angelis asking questions about his mood, though he doubted she would even notice.

The Primera glanced up from his musings to see first Nox, then Rafeal, Raijin and Rou enter the throne room. He ground his teeth a bit to keep from making some snarky comment to…well, any of them. Colin didn’t really hate any of his fellow Espada, per se. One might even argue he was largely indifferent to them. They were all weaker than him, though by no means weak, and that made him both unsympathetic towards and uninterested in them. Perhaps the only one he could barely tolerate at all was Rafeal. The smug, vain cretin was an arrogant slimeball and there were days when Colin wanted nothing more than to wipe the floor with the little shit’s face. Rou was a close second though, with her delusions of knightly grandeur. They were all animals here. It would be better if she at least tried to keep that in mind instead of pretending that she was oh-so-much holier than the rest of them.

He looked away from the assembled Espada in obvious disgust and turned his attention to his Queen. As she spoke, he tried to recall what his messenger had said about the meeting. Something about planning and plotting and brainstorming – oh, yes, because of Soul Society being distracted by Hell or something, so now was the perfect time to consider a strike. They just need to come up with a plan of attack. Hence this whole sure-to-be-farcical meeting. Colin shook his head slightly as Angelis asked him to begin. He nodded to her and opened his mouth to speak when the doors to the throne room opened and in walked that ungodly tall, freakish creep La Croix. Goddamn Cajun-sounding, disrespectful twit. He glared at the skeletal giant and was about to reply when he was once again interrupted by the damn door opening.

This was getting ludicrous. Now Angelis’ own second-in-command didn’t even have the decency to show up on time? What was wrong with these people?! Colin took a deep, calming breath and let it out slowly. There was no sense in losing his temper here. He needed to maintain composure so that…

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud CRACK! His head whipped around in time to see the Decima Espada fall through the doors and land in a graceless heap on the floor. He stared at her for a moment before slowly placing his face in his palms and resting his elbows on the table. Idiots. He was surrounded by and had to work with idiots. He rubbed his face morosely before sitting upright again. By that point Decima Lillithe had joined them at the table and it seemed that, for the moment at least, it was safe for him to speak up. “Perhaps we can actually begin now that the majority of our…members have decided to join us.”

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, once again resting his arms on the armrests and his hands in his lap. “If what Lady Angelis said in her message was true – and I have no reason to doubt that – then Soul Society is in a delicate position. Even with their ‘well-trained’ troops, it would be difficult for them to fight off two enemy forces at once. The question, though, is just how well prepared are they for such an occurrence? More importantly, how do we go about determining such preparedness?” He had an idea or two already formulating, but he figured it would be best to let the other peons have a shot at it. Perhaps one of them would be intelligent enough…ha! Who was he kidding? The thought of any of them offering useful plans was laughable and he had to struggle a bit to keep his face as expressionless as possible.