Lord High King of Rogues

The giant pillars crumbled under the pressure of an oncoming presence. Hollows ran in fear. Tyson entered this area with a feeling that he was going to do something important here. He smiled evilly, as he walked around the bend to see a headquarters of a rogue organisation. "What's this?" he mumbled in joy. He walked around the place. A board with maps for war, the strategies and everything was here. A secret group, plotting to fight in the war by surprise.

"Oh how fun," he said. With a smile he found a nearby hollow. He used the 100 Step Fence Bakido and pinned it to the wall. He walked over to the, pinned hollow. "I know you can speak vermin," he shouted at it. "Tell me who leads the group that is based nearby!" he yelled. He glared at the creature and then it said, "I swear, I know nothing! Please let me go! Please!?" Tyson growled and slashed it in half. It's organs spilled out and Tyson turned away. "This is pathetic." he said.

He walked away as the hollow howled in agony. He had not went for purifying, he had went to kill the spirit itself. It was a little thing he picked up when watching the quincy researchers make the people. Tyson knew that it was about time to find a person who would know. So he used his tracking skills and felt a spirit pressure to his west. He turned that way and walked towards that location. "Where are you wimp?" he called out.

Oh of course,…how it could it be forgotten? The power crazed idiot, what prefect timing the human like creature had, just in time for the main event. The overseer of all this was a silvered haired, who held the appearance of seventeen year old as he gazed overall in the small entrance of the once great palace, Las noches. A once great hall, now reduced to rubble as the arrancar have moved on to bigger and better things, a hall that now belonged to the young arrancar, Haru and his companions, the Ryoushi. The mercenaries had played a major role in things past and would also in what was to come.

All, these plans revolved around moments of chance, and perhaps Haru had found a moment. As he watch the being, form a hall directly behind what seemed to be a vizard, judging from his mix of reiatsu. The silver haired arrancar had a natural talent for controlling his reiatsu, so watching from afar undetected had truly been a challenge, more of a trivial matter.
He witnessed the death of low level hollow, way to save him the trouble. The hollow had a month earlier demanding a portion of the groups power for the use of his evolution, seizing the moment Haru convinced the hollow to show him some of the more powerful beings in exchange for meeting his demands. Now that the hollow had held up his half, the Ryoushi had no choice but to finish the hollow.

Now that the grim business was over, Haru let out a deep sigh of what seemed to be total and complete boredom. “Right here, where I have been the whole time, cousin.” The arrancar’s voice held it’s normal tone, utterly emotionless and sarcastic at the same time. “You feel, strong letting your reiatsu flood everywhere like that. Right?” Haru paused for a brief moment letting the words sink in. “But yet, I let none of mine be sensed, and if I had choose so, you’d be lying here dead at this moment.” Haru, slowly moved his pale hand, to a long sword that was hilted upon his left hip, the blade was simply a normal reiatsu infuse sword, but it was all he would need, as he felt a kill would not be taking place during this meeting.

Tyson looked over at another presence that he had just now felt. He started giving him some, he's more powerful than Tyson speech. Tyson yawned at this kind of ego. "Was I releasing my energy? I had no idea of such a thing," he said with an egotistical tone. A smile arched across his face. "You seem like a person I should be worried about," he said evilly, "You seem a little bit too much like me." He sighed boredly.

"However, you don't seem to want to fight... so you can live for now..." he popped his neck a bit. He looked around now, where'd that hollow go? Tyson didn't really care, maybe he just evaporated like the rest would after a while. "You're an ex-numeros right?" he asked bluntly. He pretty much figured it out from past experiences and battles. "Yet I sense no will to kill me from you... why?" he added.

He examined this man... not much older than he himself looked. But there was a fragment on him. His hair was silver. It was pretty much what it would be. He turned around and sighed he looked up at the ever-black sky. It floated up there, like the night in this hell would never end. He looked over at the crumbled towers and pillars. So sad that such a place be reserved for the rogues and hollows. Small hollows caught his eye, but they weren't worth fighting. They were like tiny animals. With a yawn he turned back around, "So... why do you come?"

[This character bores me... so I will get rid of him now.]

As Tyson cockily turned away, a sharp pain went through him. A spike was driven through him. A giant hollow had managed to sneak up on him. As he began to black out... he was lifted and the giant hollow ate him. His power belonged to the Hollow now. And he was dead.

[Tyson is dead]

A slight relaxed smile appear upon the silver haired mercenaries face, as he apraised the man rather thoroughly. Haru’s golden eye’s slowly covered each inch of the new comers appearance, the man seemed to be rather normal, by human standards at least. The more interesting aspect of the whole show was the spewing flames, even more interesting than that was the humans bluntness when addressing an Arrancar.

For a brief second, Haru’s golden eye’s focused on the remains of the hollow who had quickly defeat, the vizard, a man Haru had hope in. But as fate would have it he was nothing more than a lost being, whose death was not worth grieving. After giving the Vizard, a brief second of incoherent thought, Haru returned his full focus to the man who seemed rather interested in him.

Haru took a small step, closer to the man, the movement was meant to be slightly imposing, though Haru doubted that it would cause much of a reaction for the seemingly bold man. The slight smile on Haru’s face broke, into what seemed to be a form of sarcastic sincerity. “A name can travel a long way can’t it?” The voice was a cold, tone that tried so hard to have the slightest bit of emotion, but for that Haru would have to become truly interested.

A slight sigh of not boredom but pure interest erupted from Haru’s diaphragm, an feeling was slowly taking over the arrancars body, perhaps the world had not grown cold and hopeless. This was a rather shocking feeling that slowly began to elope Haru, the strangest part of the whole spectacle, was the fact that a mere human, an odd one at that had brought this revelation upon a century old creature.

Golden, irises slow dimmed and from a bright wondering glow faded back to a face of a bored and cold, arrancar. The silver haired being, seemed to had been in a rather slight shock, a shock that told things of what were to come. Regaining his composer Haru, looked to a more pressing matter, the human but more importantly the catalyst of things to come. “In fact we, the ryoushi search day in and day out for a being worthy of handling all of our joint knowledge” Haru’s voice was totally lacking in emotion, whether he willed it or not.

“If, you have so much intelligences, how do know that you will not simply manipulate my organization?” With in these words, was an underlying question, how can I manipulate you, but such a question was nearly impossible to intercept as Haru, though in this way by habit. “answer me that>” As he finished the phrase, Haru’s left had began to float back towards his rather plain undercoated sword handle, but not in an act of aggression.

(sort, sorry)

Haru, began to allow a smile of amusement to creep upon his rather cold and unemotional face, as the human spoke of his plans and how he simply wished to join the ryoushi. A interesting proposal, though perhaps it was simply all the time Haru had spent around all the power hungry Arrancars that used to stalk the halls of the great hall that the two men now stood in.

Stretching his arm out, Haru slammed his blade into the ground with a rather tremendous force, still smiling the whole time as the spectacle took place. A pale had went to push a stray silver peace of hair out of the way of his golden eyes. “Perhaps it is time..” The arrancars voice faded into a oblivion for a very brief moment, “Time for a change”. With those words, the arrancar took a long deep gaze at the blade that now stood in the center of the large entrance to huge marble hall that stood around them, it was his move…

(sort, again)

Bringing his hand down to his waist lightly Haru, sighed and remained focused on the blade that lay in the middle o f the large entrance hall. “Dangerous or not, change is coming, the next generation if you will” The arrancars golden eye’s did not focus on the man’s face, as the mind behind it all only knew and wanted one thing, and that was to be become strong to his limits. In order for Haru to do that, he would have to be free once again, but only for a short while this time. “Do what you must as a Ryoushi” Haru’s silver hair began to fall on his face, as the young looking arrancar looked down towards the stone marble floor

Time was shifting fast, and at this moment Haru needed to grasp the grains of it, before the in coming change wiped him out. “I have a favor, for you” Haru, had to bite his lip half way through as a true favor without an ounce of manipulation was a difficult thing for the arrancar to ask. “I would like you take this-He notioned towards the sword that remained in the middle of the hall-“ to a women by the name of Sora, she lies in the inner rooms.”

The arrancar, began to walk towards the door his, hair shining from the brief specks of light that broke through the narrow entrance,. The arrancar took a another series of steps towards his exit before the silver haird boy turned around, his eye’s speckling with a joy as if a child with a new toy. “Feel free to exaggerate my demise, as much as you would like.” Haru’s sarcastic voice, remained as an echo for a few brief seconds before following the rest of his body into the endless void of the desert. Time would pass, as the man grew stronger but he would remain and endure, a few years of train would make all the difference, no matter the change world that Haru would return to, a mark would be left by him.

(Haru is now inactive. sorry for short exit)

((It's fine. I wouldn't expect a long post for inactivity.))

Aristotle chuckles lightly. Apparently he has been accepted into the Ryoushi. Then Haru talks again. A favor? He asks for a favor, Seeming hesitant. Aristotle chuckles lightly, Before nodding slightly.A favor i will do for you. He grins, before stepping forward and pulling the sword out of the ground with a suprising amount of strength, Picking it up and balancing it over his shoulder before turning back around to haru. The man is apparently leaving..Aristotle gets a peek at his eyes, Now joyous instead of somber. What a nice thought, Someone finding joy.

I will tell them you died, fighting off three vasto lordes. Have fun with whatever your doing, Haru.

He then focuses on the palace itself, Las noches. Four reiatsu signature are there...Two shinigami, A visored, and an arrancar by the feel of the. One of the shinigami is with the arrancar, One with the visored. The shinigami with the visored feels like the strongest of them all, And so aristotle decides to go visit her, Perhaps this shinigigami is this sora person.

--->Exit to that topic with Sora and Hinin.