[Compile & Merge] Hiyori, Il Forte
Il Forte thought the change of view was actually rather nice.
Never mind the fact that it was incredibly humid, and everything seemed to drag down a pace slower, but he was thoroughly enjoying the much more animated sights and sounds of the human world. Compared to the horrid blandness of Hueco Mundo, Forte found that this world certainly had more going on than white buildings and small, pathetic hollows creeping around.
Unfortunately, though, he was not on a vacation, and sight-seeing was not on the agenda.
Aizen-sama's orders were still fresh and ringing through his mind. The pale-haired arrancar stood atop a decently sized building, gazing down at the streets and walkways beneath him. Of course, Il Forte was suprised at first when their leader had called him forth, but he soon ravished the attention, eagerly accepting the mission that he would make sure was successful. There was no need to upset dear Aizen-sama, for it would certainly be more beneficial to have his praise in the future when bigger plans would arise.
Il Forte turned the word Vizored over in his mind, wondering exactly how he would know when one of their prime targets would come along. The arrancar only had a faint idea of their powers, but he was counting on the element of suprise to aid him in completing his mission. His eyes ever searching, he focused on searching for any particularly high or irregular reiatsu that resonated among the slow, humid town.
If Hiyori had noticed the strange newcomer with the reiatsu a distance off - on a building a few blocks away -- she never gave any indication of it.
With the sun beating hard down on her freckled face and the stubborn determination to retrieve no less than three scoops of chocolate rocket sensation from the familiar ice cream truck down the road occupying her mind, it didn’t seem as if Hiyori cared, or frankly gave a damn, about any unwanted visitors to Karakura.
The Vizored weren’t part of the current war, even though they had their own plans for it. Until Shinji gave the signal, the Vizored weren’t going to be involved unless they were pulled into the dive. And Hiyori planned to keep the peace - no matter how reluctant she was to do unless forced, really forced to do otherwise.
Her nose wrinkled slightly as she caught a whiff of Hollow on the winds. Disgusting. Dirty and cold. Hiyori shook her head, sweat at the sides of her face from the heat. She didn’t care if a Menos was coming. One of the shinigami from the Soul Society could take care of it. It wasn’t any of her problem.
Her only concern right now: ice cream.
Having searched for a long while, the heat was starting to get to Il Forte. The outfits the arrancar wore were fashioned to handle more of the cold, bland atmosphere that Hueco Mundo offered. The thick black and white material did not particularly bode so well in the sticky humidity.
Just as he was about to let out a sigh of irritation, Forte sensed a rather peculiar reiatsu. It was faint because of the distance between them, but still definitely there. Perhaps he had just found his target. He jumped swiftly from building to building, following the reiatsu that grew stronger as he got closer.
Finally stopping, the arrancar gazed down at the sidewalk. There was a girl trudging along, no doubt affected by the heat as well. Well, at least he didn’t have to search any longer. He had his target in his sights.
Il Forte let out a sinister laugh, and leaped down from his perch above the streets. He landed in front of the Vizored girl, using himself as a distraction as he opened up the gate between Hueco Mundo and the human world behind her.
"Pardon the sudden visit," Il Forte grinned wickedly, "but I have orders to escort you, miss." With that said, he charged foward, gripping her neck tightly with one of his pale, thin hands, and pushed her back into the gateway.
Hueco Mundo and Aizen-sama were on the other side, waiting for his return.
OOC: This thread is merging with Aizen.
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Never mind the fact that it was incredibly humid, and everything seemed to drag down a pace slower, but he was thoroughly enjoying the much more animated sights and sounds of the human world. Compared to the horrid blandness of Hueco Mundo, Forte found that this world certainly had more going on than white buildings and small, pathetic hollows creeping around.
Unfortunately, though, he was not on a vacation, and sight-seeing was not on the agenda.
Aizen-sama's orders were still fresh and ringing through his mind. The pale-haired arrancar stood atop a decently sized building, gazing down at the streets and walkways beneath him. Of course, Il Forte was suprised at first when their leader had called him forth, but he soon ravished the attention, eagerly accepting the mission that he would make sure was successful. There was no need to upset dear Aizen-sama, for it would certainly be more beneficial to have his praise in the future when bigger plans would arise.
Il Forte turned the word Vizored over in his mind, wondering exactly how he would know when one of their prime targets would come along. The arrancar only had a faint idea of their powers, but he was counting on the element of suprise to aid him in completing his mission. His eyes ever searching, he focused on searching for any particularly high or irregular reiatsu that resonated among the slow, humid town.
If Hiyori had noticed the strange newcomer with the reiatsu a distance off - on a building a few blocks away -- she never gave any indication of it.
With the sun beating hard down on her freckled face and the stubborn determination to retrieve no less than three scoops of chocolate rocket sensation from the familiar ice cream truck down the road occupying her mind, it didn’t seem as if Hiyori cared, or frankly gave a damn, about any unwanted visitors to Karakura.
The Vizored weren’t part of the current war, even though they had their own plans for it. Until Shinji gave the signal, the Vizored weren’t going to be involved unless they were pulled into the dive. And Hiyori planned to keep the peace - no matter how reluctant she was to do unless forced, really forced to do otherwise.
Her nose wrinkled slightly as she caught a whiff of Hollow on the winds. Disgusting. Dirty and cold. Hiyori shook her head, sweat at the sides of her face from the heat. She didn’t care if a Menos was coming. One of the shinigami from the Soul Society could take care of it. It wasn’t any of her problem.
Her only concern right now: ice cream.
Having searched for a long while, the heat was starting to get to Il Forte. The outfits the arrancar wore were fashioned to handle more of the cold, bland atmosphere that Hueco Mundo offered. The thick black and white material did not particularly bode so well in the sticky humidity.
Just as he was about to let out a sigh of irritation, Forte sensed a rather peculiar reiatsu. It was faint because of the distance between them, but still definitely there. Perhaps he had just found his target. He jumped swiftly from building to building, following the reiatsu that grew stronger as he got closer.
Finally stopping, the arrancar gazed down at the sidewalk. There was a girl trudging along, no doubt affected by the heat as well. Well, at least he didn’t have to search any longer. He had his target in his sights.
Il Forte let out a sinister laugh, and leaped down from his perch above the streets. He landed in front of the Vizored girl, using himself as a distraction as he opened up the gate between Hueco Mundo and the human world behind her.
"Pardon the sudden visit," Il Forte grinned wickedly, "but I have orders to escort you, miss." With that said, he charged foward, gripping her neck tightly with one of his pale, thin hands, and pushed her back into the gateway.
Hueco Mundo and Aizen-sama were on the other side, waiting for his return.
OOC: This thread is merging with Aizen.
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