[Compile] Il Forte, Aizen, Temp!Hiyori
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 stared up at the eyes of Aizen Sousuke. Shinigami traitor.
She was going to kill him.
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 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.
His interest had developed more over the interesting similarities he'd found between the Vizored and his own Arrancar. It would have been safe to say that the Vizored were the exact mirror image of the Arrancar -- Shinigami-type individuals who could tap into their Hollow sides for added strength, power, and durability. Now that he had the hogykou, however, maybe it was time to seek additional insight into the Vizored in the hopes of eliminating their weaknesses.
He turned his attention on the girl before him. Her appearance was curious, but her attitude was of no surprise -- it rather reminded him of a particular ryoka he'd encountered in Soul Society. Deep brown eyes locked on her hazel eyes, watching for any hidden reactions as she began to realize just where she was and who was before her.
Then, he spoke.
"Welcome to Hueco Mundo. I trust that my subordinate has not caused you too much undue harm or injury?"
His smile was warm and friendly, like a neighbor inviting you in for tea. Still, there was also something cold and evil in his expression... the kind of cold and evil that could be fatal in small doses if the other was not careful.
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."
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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 stared up at the eyes of Aizen Sousuke. Shinigami traitor.
She was going to kill him.
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 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.
His interest had developed more over the interesting similarities he'd found between the Vizored and his own Arrancar. It would have been safe to say that the Vizored were the exact mirror image of the Arrancar -- Shinigami-type individuals who could tap into their Hollow sides for added strength, power, and durability. Now that he had the hogykou, however, maybe it was time to seek additional insight into the Vizored in the hopes of eliminating their weaknesses.
He turned his attention on the girl before him. Her appearance was curious, but her attitude was of no surprise -- it rather reminded him of a particular ryoka he'd encountered in Soul Society. Deep brown eyes locked on her hazel eyes, watching for any hidden reactions as she began to realize just where she was and who was before her.
Then, he spoke.
"Welcome to Hueco Mundo. I trust that my subordinate has not caused you too much undue harm or injury?"
His smile was warm and friendly, like a neighbor inviting you in for tea. Still, there was also something cold and evil in his expression... the kind of cold and evil that could be fatal in small doses if the other was not careful.
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."
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