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[distorted_glass]

[Well, this is going to be fun, isn't it?

No more sideways buildings. No more constant rain. No more grumpy old Zangetsu disapproving of everything he says and does. No more bending to King's will.

Oh no. He's the King now. And he's never going to bend to anyone ever again

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[holeheart]

[There are other Hollows about, bratty little white strawberries that have somehow escaped their Kings. This one has set up a nice little subterranean home for himself in the desert of Hueco Mundo, modern furniture and the remains of Hollow masks and bones in sharp contrast to one another.

Of course, it wouldn't matter how far away another of him was, he'd feel it; like a ripple on the surface of an otherwise still pond. He uses one of his tunnels to lead him to the closet spot to the newbie, cloaking his reiatsu until he's close.

Then letting it all out like a beacon]

[distorted_glass]

[Unlike the former King, he's not such shit at sensing reiatsu. Not at all. He feels it, a blaze of power he recognizes all too well. There's no hesitation, no moment where he considers the possibilities that might lead him into danger. He's at the top of the food chain. Nothing can harm him, or so he believes. And he's curious.

So very curious.

Altering his randomly chosen path to one that will take him to this bright spot of power, he increases his speed. He's fast. Faster than his predecessor. It takes only moments before he's there, head cocked to the side and a grin slowly working its way across his face.

Well, well, it's this a fine surprise.]

Somebody sure looks familiar.

[holeheart]

[The top? Hah! More like scraping along the bottom. Of course, Shiro thought he was tough shit when he got here, too.

Before promptly having his ass handed to him by an older, far stronger version of himself. It was a tough lesson to learn.

This Hollow is perched up in a tree. Curiously, he's not dressed in the white shihakshou, instead dressed in a patterned hoodie and a pair of jeans. Human clothes. Perhaps even more curiously, he has his claws and tail out, a trick of mixing his various forms that he's picked up, and the reptlian tail is curled around the branch for stability. He looks down with a bit of a grin]

Heehee. Such a pretty face I see~ [he probes a bit with tendrils of reiatsu, "sniffing out" the other] But different than the others. You must be new.

[distorted_glass]

[Standing under the branch, he stares up at this other hollow, this other him - and who knew there was more than one? - and takes in his appearance. The human clothes are a slight surprise, the reptilian features even more so. He rarely takes that shape himself. He's never considered mixing the two.

Others? His brow furrows slightly, though the grin curving the corners of his mouth doesn't fade. He feels the brush of the other's reiatsu and returns it with one of his own, fleeting and very light.]

New? [He shrugs carelessly.] Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What's it to ya?

[holyfight]

*Hime was out for a walk when she noticed him*

Ah-! Are you new here?

[distorted_glass]

[Now HERE'S a familiar face. He grins, all teeth.]

That depends on yer definition of new.

[holyfight]

Then you've been here before?

[distorted_glass]

Nah, I'm just messin' with ya, princess. Ain't never been here before.