[Log] 03 - Orders
Date: 01-30-08
Characters: Aizen, Grimmjow, Ilforte Grantz, Ulquiorra
Summary: Grimmjow receives orders, not so eager to please, yet eager to act.
-=[Asiento del Dios - Las Noches]=----------------------------------------------
Taking a chance to glance up, Ilforte certainly didn't expect to meet Aizen's eyes, having thought he was well-hidden enough to be out of the way to the other two powerful men in the room. A momentary spark of pride shot through his body at the fact that he had been acknowledged, or at the very least, /noticed/. Letting a light smirk play upon his lips, not caring how silly it seemed that such an insignificant action pleased him so, the blonde arrancar decided to be good and behave for now. The times that his leader had acknowledged him in such a fashion could be counted on one hand.
It seemed as if there was something unspoken lingering in the air, as well. The promise of something that would satisfy both him and the espada he followed- the temptation of a battle, bloodshed and destruction. The things that they were, of course, best at, but had little chance to actually persue. Rules and regulations were now a large part of life in Hueco Mundo as well, and it was hard to follow the structure of a society when they had been allowed to run amuck for most of their pitiful existences.
Well, whatever Aizen had in store for them both, Ilforte knew that he was gnawing at the bit to see crimson on his blade again- and had now, unwittingly become thoroughly interested in the conversation. So what if he wasn't an intergral part of it? He was already lost in a daydream of bloodlust, the complacent smirk on his face growing with every second he spent in it.
Keeping silent had never been so... exciting.
There is no verbal announcement as to his arrival. He enters in silence, and likely prefers that matters continue without giving him much heed. Ulquiorra's footsteps hardly make a sound as he crosses the threshold of the throne room, and his eyes quickly go to seek Aizen, perhaps to gain unspoken permission to remain as well as give quiet acknowledgement to their leader. To accompany the latter, there is the slight bow of his head, his right hand fisted at his chest.
Once that is done, the half-helmed Espada slips his hands behind him, stepping further within, keeping to the side of the room. It is not his audience, after all. His green eyes flick over to those that are present, his fellow comrades. Please go about your business and pretend he's not there.
For a moment, Aizen's smile turns to something genuine, an expression one might almost imagine he may have worn behind a pair of glasses in a time not so long ago. Yet the smile lacked all the warmth it might have in days past. Even in his moments of true amusement, those moments that came few and far between and were seen only by those one or two souls in all of existence who had the privilege of seeing Aizen's true face, he showed no real joy. Amusement, instead, came only with a cold satisfaction. Grimmjow's response had pleased him; this much was clear.
"Two Shinigami have been eliminated from the battlefield." Finally, his gaze turned away from Ilforte, but he gave no acknowledgement to his Espada. He had descended and now expected Grimmjow to do the same, for in what heaven did the Lord look up to gaze upon his followers? "Only two." Echoing steps moved away from his children. "Certainly you can best the damage done by your superiors. Certainly you can show me that I have not placed my trust in passionate yet... incapable hands."
If Ulquiorra's arrival had been noted, Aizen gave no indication. Yet could even such a silent arrival go beyond the notice of their Lord? Perhaps it was acknowledgment enough that Aizen had not struck down the intruder before his next breath had been drawn. Only a select few could stand unsummoned in the presence of the Lord. Those who were not held in such high regard would do well to take note.
Whatever the case may be, Grimmjow doesn't notice the change in expression on Aizen. Or, at least, he doesn't care quite enough to take note of it; He may have to wait for the man's orders to go out and do /something/, but he doesn't need the man's approval. No, Grimmjow may respect the man for his power, but there is certainly no need for him to feel adequate in the eyes of the man. He was here to do what he did best; Kill things, and do it messily.
But he does step down from his perch, so to speak; A sonido places him a few paces in front of and to the left of Ilforte, not quite close enough to Aizen to seem rude, though. "Two huh? Che. They're slacking." he says, lips peeling back into a toothy, maniacal grin. His fingers flex at his sides, a predatory, menacing gesture that only further emphasizes his bloodlust. "Lemme guess; You want me to go and take out as many of 'em as I can find, right?" he asks, head tilting back, the corners his his mouth further peeling away from his teeth.
As for Ulquiorra, the Cuarta Espada gets little more than a vague glance in his direction; Grimmjow's feeling have been made clear in response to the higher-ranked Espada, and he certainly feels as though the silent man is not welcome in what was supposed to be a private conversation. "So, Aizen.. sama." he says, hesitating just slightly at the honorific. "When're we supposed to go?" he says, obviously including Ilforte in the 'we', as well as the rest of his handful of Fraccion.
He watches. He listens. It's what can be expected of Ulquiorra for his presence there. Far be it for him to interrupt business that does not concern him. If Aizen wants it to concern him, then Ulquiorra will know. So, the Sixth is being sent out. His unblinking gaze shifts fractionally to look at Grimmjow, remaining so for several long and unnerving seconds before shifting back to take in all three gathered there.
Aizen had no wish to cause Grimmjow's eagerness to diminish, however he had to wonder if his child stopped to think that perhaps it would take more than a braggart's words and a lust for bloodshed to remove a Shinigami captain from the battlefield, for that was what Stark had done. Without even resorting to his blade, Stark had done this. Belittling such an accomplishment did very little to endear Grimmjow to his Lord. Nor did boasting that he would achieve more. Perhaps in time, his children would learn better than to promise more than can be done. Perhaps some lords wished to hear shouted promises of mass destruction carried out in his name, but Aizen derived no pleasure from empty words. Nor did he see truth where there was only a false estimation of power.
"Shedding blood for the sake of shedding blood does nothing to further my cause." Reluctant as he was to trust Grimmjow with any assignment of a serious nature, Aizen had also recognized the potential disaster of leaving such a monster idle. There was a saying that the devil made work for idle hands; Aizen would have been a fool to allow his volatile child the chance to boil over. Great power did little good in the hands of a god who could not wield it to any effect.
"Kill what humans you wish in order to lure them out, but do be mindful not to slaughter the entire town. Excess is wasteful and human souls such as these are not an unlimited resource." Eyes finally settled upon Grimmjow, and by proximity Ilforte as well. "Leave whenever you wish, but you would do well to remember that I only allow you this mission for my own purpose. Your enjoyment is of no concern to me. Kill what Shinigami you lure out, but make it no slaughter. I won't have them retreating beyond walls once more."
He turned away from the pair, moving at last towards Ulquiorra. However, his words were still for Grimmjow. "Should Hinamori Momo be present, she is not to be killed." The smile returned, and for once the amusement shone in his eyes. "In fact, it would be best if you do her no harm at all. And let it be known you do so on my orders."
This had to be exactly what they've been waiting for. A chance to go down to the living world and dispose of whatever scum they would come across. Or, to a certain extent, anyway. The fact that Aizen had said that complete slaughter was unacceptable made Ilforte a little disappointed- but the premise of battle was undeniable. Of course the shinigami would come out if they went down, and it would all be fun and games from then on. The blonde arrancar had been practically been itching to wield his sword against someone other that his own subordinates again.
Letting his arms fall to his sides instead of the slovenly pose he had been maintaining earlier, he stood up somewhat straighter as Aizen neared both Grimmjow and himself, very aware of the power that was approaching. That, and he felt somewhat thankful for the chance that their leader had presented them- a much needed opportunity for him to expell some of the hate that he had been bottling up for a good amount of time now, something that was only expected having a 'family' such as Ilforte did. It looked as though the next few days were going to be eventful...
Once the two troublemakers had been dismissed, Aizen finally acknowledged Ulquiorra by meeting his gaze. From where he stood, only a few feet away, it took little effort for his words to carry to the most trusted of his Espada. Of all his creations, Ulquiorra, it seemed, knew his mind to some degree better than the rest, and so Aizen's orders came in the form of a single word. "Observe."
That's all that is needed to be said for Aizen to convey his wishes. And of all the Espada, the task set before him is one that Ulquiorra does well. He closes his eyes, bowing his head to his master in understanding.
"...understood."
Characters: Aizen, Grimmjow, Ilforte Grantz, Ulquiorra
Summary: Grimmjow receives orders, not so eager to please, yet eager to act.
-=[Asiento del Dios - Las Noches]=----------------------------------------------
Taking a chance to glance up, Ilforte certainly didn't expect to meet Aizen's eyes, having thought he was well-hidden enough to be out of the way to the other two powerful men in the room. A momentary spark of pride shot through his body at the fact that he had been acknowledged, or at the very least, /noticed/. Letting a light smirk play upon his lips, not caring how silly it seemed that such an insignificant action pleased him so, the blonde arrancar decided to be good and behave for now. The times that his leader had acknowledged him in such a fashion could be counted on one hand.
It seemed as if there was something unspoken lingering in the air, as well. The promise of something that would satisfy both him and the espada he followed- the temptation of a battle, bloodshed and destruction. The things that they were, of course, best at, but had little chance to actually persue. Rules and regulations were now a large part of life in Hueco Mundo as well, and it was hard to follow the structure of a society when they had been allowed to run amuck for most of their pitiful existences.
Well, whatever Aizen had in store for them both, Ilforte knew that he was gnawing at the bit to see crimson on his blade again- and had now, unwittingly become thoroughly interested in the conversation. So what if he wasn't an intergral part of it? He was already lost in a daydream of bloodlust, the complacent smirk on his face growing with every second he spent in it.
Keeping silent had never been so... exciting.
There is no verbal announcement as to his arrival. He enters in silence, and likely prefers that matters continue without giving him much heed. Ulquiorra's footsteps hardly make a sound as he crosses the threshold of the throne room, and his eyes quickly go to seek Aizen, perhaps to gain unspoken permission to remain as well as give quiet acknowledgement to their leader. To accompany the latter, there is the slight bow of his head, his right hand fisted at his chest.
Once that is done, the half-helmed Espada slips his hands behind him, stepping further within, keeping to the side of the room. It is not his audience, after all. His green eyes flick over to those that are present, his fellow comrades. Please go about your business and pretend he's not there.
For a moment, Aizen's smile turns to something genuine, an expression one might almost imagine he may have worn behind a pair of glasses in a time not so long ago. Yet the smile lacked all the warmth it might have in days past. Even in his moments of true amusement, those moments that came few and far between and were seen only by those one or two souls in all of existence who had the privilege of seeing Aizen's true face, he showed no real joy. Amusement, instead, came only with a cold satisfaction. Grimmjow's response had pleased him; this much was clear.
"Two Shinigami have been eliminated from the battlefield." Finally, his gaze turned away from Ilforte, but he gave no acknowledgement to his Espada. He had descended and now expected Grimmjow to do the same, for in what heaven did the Lord look up to gaze upon his followers? "Only two." Echoing steps moved away from his children. "Certainly you can best the damage done by your superiors. Certainly you can show me that I have not placed my trust in passionate yet... incapable hands."
If Ulquiorra's arrival had been noted, Aizen gave no indication. Yet could even such a silent arrival go beyond the notice of their Lord? Perhaps it was acknowledgment enough that Aizen had not struck down the intruder before his next breath had been drawn. Only a select few could stand unsummoned in the presence of the Lord. Those who were not held in such high regard would do well to take note.
Whatever the case may be, Grimmjow doesn't notice the change in expression on Aizen. Or, at least, he doesn't care quite enough to take note of it; He may have to wait for the man's orders to go out and do /something/, but he doesn't need the man's approval. No, Grimmjow may respect the man for his power, but there is certainly no need for him to feel adequate in the eyes of the man. He was here to do what he did best; Kill things, and do it messily.
But he does step down from his perch, so to speak; A sonido places him a few paces in front of and to the left of Ilforte, not quite close enough to Aizen to seem rude, though. "Two huh? Che. They're slacking." he says, lips peeling back into a toothy, maniacal grin. His fingers flex at his sides, a predatory, menacing gesture that only further emphasizes his bloodlust. "Lemme guess; You want me to go and take out as many of 'em as I can find, right?" he asks, head tilting back, the corners his his mouth further peeling away from his teeth.
As for Ulquiorra, the Cuarta Espada gets little more than a vague glance in his direction; Grimmjow's feeling have been made clear in response to the higher-ranked Espada, and he certainly feels as though the silent man is not welcome in what was supposed to be a private conversation. "So, Aizen.. sama." he says, hesitating just slightly at the honorific. "When're we supposed to go?" he says, obviously including Ilforte in the 'we', as well as the rest of his handful of Fraccion.
He watches. He listens. It's what can be expected of Ulquiorra for his presence there. Far be it for him to interrupt business that does not concern him. If Aizen wants it to concern him, then Ulquiorra will know. So, the Sixth is being sent out. His unblinking gaze shifts fractionally to look at Grimmjow, remaining so for several long and unnerving seconds before shifting back to take in all three gathered there.
Aizen had no wish to cause Grimmjow's eagerness to diminish, however he had to wonder if his child stopped to think that perhaps it would take more than a braggart's words and a lust for bloodshed to remove a Shinigami captain from the battlefield, for that was what Stark had done. Without even resorting to his blade, Stark had done this. Belittling such an accomplishment did very little to endear Grimmjow to his Lord. Nor did boasting that he would achieve more. Perhaps in time, his children would learn better than to promise more than can be done. Perhaps some lords wished to hear shouted promises of mass destruction carried out in his name, but Aizen derived no pleasure from empty words. Nor did he see truth where there was only a false estimation of power.
"Shedding blood for the sake of shedding blood does nothing to further my cause." Reluctant as he was to trust Grimmjow with any assignment of a serious nature, Aizen had also recognized the potential disaster of leaving such a monster idle. There was a saying that the devil made work for idle hands; Aizen would have been a fool to allow his volatile child the chance to boil over. Great power did little good in the hands of a god who could not wield it to any effect.
"Kill what humans you wish in order to lure them out, but do be mindful not to slaughter the entire town. Excess is wasteful and human souls such as these are not an unlimited resource." Eyes finally settled upon Grimmjow, and by proximity Ilforte as well. "Leave whenever you wish, but you would do well to remember that I only allow you this mission for my own purpose. Your enjoyment is of no concern to me. Kill what Shinigami you lure out, but make it no slaughter. I won't have them retreating beyond walls once more."
He turned away from the pair, moving at last towards Ulquiorra. However, his words were still for Grimmjow. "Should Hinamori Momo be present, she is not to be killed." The smile returned, and for once the amusement shone in his eyes. "In fact, it would be best if you do her no harm at all. And let it be known you do so on my orders."
This had to be exactly what they've been waiting for. A chance to go down to the living world and dispose of whatever scum they would come across. Or, to a certain extent, anyway. The fact that Aizen had said that complete slaughter was unacceptable made Ilforte a little disappointed- but the premise of battle was undeniable. Of course the shinigami would come out if they went down, and it would all be fun and games from then on. The blonde arrancar had been practically been itching to wield his sword against someone other that his own subordinates again.
Letting his arms fall to his sides instead of the slovenly pose he had been maintaining earlier, he stood up somewhat straighter as Aizen neared both Grimmjow and himself, very aware of the power that was approaching. That, and he felt somewhat thankful for the chance that their leader had presented them- a much needed opportunity for him to expell some of the hate that he had been bottling up for a good amount of time now, something that was only expected having a 'family' such as Ilforte did. It looked as though the next few days were going to be eventful...
Once the two troublemakers had been dismissed, Aizen finally acknowledged Ulquiorra by meeting his gaze. From where he stood, only a few feet away, it took little effort for his words to carry to the most trusted of his Espada. Of all his creations, Ulquiorra, it seemed, knew his mind to some degree better than the rest, and so Aizen's orders came in the form of a single word. "Observe."
That's all that is needed to be said for Aizen to convey his wishes. And of all the Espada, the task set before him is one that Ulquiorra does well. He closes his eyes, bowing his head to his master in understanding.
"...understood."