[Aizen] I hate to wait...

[godoftheworld]

His orders had been given and all participants dispatched. Aizen couldn't help by smile at the simplicity of his plans and at how much consternation (and constipation) they would undoubtedly give both Soul Society and Karakura

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[Hiyori] ALSGHSOAHSAKLUS I AM GOING TO KILL ONE OF YOU FUCKERS.

[shyunpo]

Hiyori spat furiously; jerked and taken without her goddamned consent in a moment’s notice just as she was about to approach - finally - the ice cream truck that had came into her view. The cold reiatsu was not unrecognizable when it had appeared, but neither was it an ultimate surprise as Hiyori was dragged against her will into the windowless world of Hueco Mundo by some girl-man.

Oh, how she was going to choke a bitch and throw an utter fit now.

She screamed wildly, unable to reach her zanpakuto, cursing a thousand dirty curses like a sailor that her wide vocabulary had on reserve as she kicked, jerked and twisted in the arrancar’s grip without fail. SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM, THAT DERANGED LUNATIC. HOW DARE HE TOUCH HER! THAT STUPID---

With an unceremonious plunk, Hiyori landed on cold stone, a different atmosphere compared to the sweltering heat in the mortal world. Something she did not appreciate nonetheless. Wide hazel eyes gazed upwards with an angry hiss escaping her mouth that was twisted into a bared snarl. Hiyori

[Forte] Wait no longer! :D The great Forte is here~

[waterkairi]

Il Forte kept a persistent grip on the Vizored's neck, pushing her back into the colorless, uninviting Hueco Mundo.

Through all of the flailing and screaming the girl was giving off, one of her kicks had managed to spike into his hip. He winced slightly in pain, knowing that would definately have a nasty bruise later on.

Il Forte released his grip on her neck, plopping her onto the cold floor without care. Hmph, well, that could've turned out better. He knelt down in front of his leader in respect, a sharp pain shooting through his hip, but he showed no sign of it on his expression. "Aizen-sama."

[Aizen] Took you long enough... I was about to make a better clone of you

[godoftheworld]

Aizen smiled as his reverie was broken by the (finally) arrival of Il Forte with Hueco Mundo's "guest of honor", one of the Vizored whom he had developed some interest towards as of late

[Hiyori-temp] I-- Hey that icon isn't me!!!

[firstmidnight]

This place needed some chairs or somethin'. Standing up from her graceless sprawl on the stone floor of the little hollow world palace, Hiyori glanced around as Aizen addressed him. Childishly putting him on ignore for a minute. What kinda freak set up shop in a world of death and screams and angry souls anyway? Freak! Hiyori wasn't a big fan of the living world sometime, but hey, it had the other Vaizored. It was better than this place.

Dropping her hand on her hip, Hiyori scoffed a bit as her girly looking kidnapped dropped into a bow. "Try not to kiss the floor, there," she muttered before turning her gaze back to Aizen. So this was Aizen, huh? Holder of the hougyoku?

Pft.

"Ya actually think yer piece o' shit 'subordinate' coulda hurt me? Ya got something else comin' if ya think that, Aizen."