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Log; Complete
When; Saturday 24, Afternoon
Rating; PG-13 due to violence, tiny bits of blood and One bad word...
Characters; Zaheela [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
henkonasuisho], Zaera-Polo [unresearched]
Summary; All she meant to do was return and report, but she found herself confronted by someone who wished other wise.
Log;
It was hard to breathe at times for her, the moments where her heart began to beat a little harder. Zaheela frowned once again as she felt her body twinge in pain. She supposed she should of eaten and slept after so much power usage, but that could wait until she had completed her report to Master Bane. It was troublesome, this body, but part of her refused to give into the cage. Something tickled her soul, urging her to bloody wake up, but the voice in her head took care of it. The ground was a blur as she darted across it, foot steps light, when her ears twitched. Coming to a halt, she glanced to the side as her ears twitched again.
“Yes?” She questioned. Someone was here, following her. Though the aura was carefully, if not perfectly hidden, the scent and the sound of breathing had alarmed her to the person's presence. The scent was slightly pungent with the scent of the physical secretions of not one, but two females, though one was more powerful, and it was agitating. She dug a toe into the ground and closed her eyes. The scent, so familiar.
Figured. Smirking slightly he dropped beside the Mithra, already wondering if perhaps a cero would be too much. So an age old demon couldn't stop her. Zaera-Polo was an arrancar, an Espada. A chosen, powerful, cocky, arrogant even.
But he was also possessive, and while he could excuse Bane's usage of Noitora, messing with his adorable little pet? Why, that was borderline messing with his brother.
"Still cold?" he questioned softly, smirk still in place, hand already resting on the hilt of his zanpakuto. Oh, but he'd make Bane pay later. For now, reclaiming this one was high on the list of things to do that would stave away boredom.
“I have no problems with the lack of feeling.” She stated before quickly darting to the side as the blast of Holy light exploded from where she has once stood, the power quickly engulfing whatever had once stood there. Zaheela didn't frown, however, when the smoke cleared showing no signs of damage other then the upturned earth. Her mind sorted through memories impartially. Arrancar, which meant he would be appearing the next moment, unharmed. Such an opponent required a different strategy. She closed her eyes as Ice curled around her instinctively.
“What is your reason for approaching me?” She questioned as she waited for him to appear.
Mildly irritating, though the ice was interesting. Letting sonido place him next to her again, he slowly allowed his reiatsu to escape into the area surrounding them, but not enough to draw attention from anyone else.
The smirk was still in place as he all too casually regarded Zaheela from mere feet away. "You do not recall, pet?"
Her eyes focused on the man in front of her. Cocky, arrogant, intelligent, somewhat disturbing. The usage of the pet name and the tone suggested that they had some contact. The most obvious problem was his speed, though something hinted at obvious power. She stood straight, her arms at her side as the ice lashed out, the vine like obtrusions aiming for blood as she narrowed her eyes, letting her power shift between the Holy magic of the White mage and the darker powers of the dark knight.
“That suggests we had some sort of relation.” She stated, weaving her trap. Another twinge, another giggle, and another moment of agitation.
He let the ice hit him, hierro naturally deflecting it and leaving wet lines across his chest. "You could call it as such." The power shift amused him enough to widen the smirk, to cause sparks of energy to start gathering in his free hand as he followed the way her power moved.
"I'll be nice and let you attempt to break this skin. After that... Well. You will see."
Outwardly, she didn't seem to react, but there was the twinge again. She felt something akin to anger, but it didn't break through as she let the ice creep down her arm, the loose shape of her scythe forming before deciding otherwise and letting the ice slither in an unrestrained state. Power shifting back to the holy magic, she sighed. Her master would be annoyed with her if she didn't appear soon, which meant she had to either get past him or distract him. The first would not be possible without a mistake on his part, and the second relied on too many unknown factors. This lead to the third option, forcing him to stand down, if only for a moment.
Her eye twitched as his words once again caused whatever that was within her to twinge again. With a sigh, she let the voice smother that annoyance again, feeling the hand trail down her back and focused. Pure Offense would be foolish as would pure defense, so she opted to divide her power between both as the magic circle appeared under her feet, light curling upwards to form a barrier only visible for a moment or two and she formed a shard of ice in her hand, throwing it at the man's head. It all depended on his reaction.
The smirk faded into general apathy as the hand raised, fully formed cero catching her ice and destroying it instantly before the energy gradually disappated and his hand dropped again. Pathetic. Nothing like fighting Grimmjow would be...
He didn't move however, content to allow more of his reiatsu to seep into the surroundings. It wouldn't be nice to her to simply take care of things in that way, after all. Not yet. He could allow her some time to think she had the upper hand. "You're following a man that made Noitora insane. Do you really think I'd allow him to take you away?"
It was always more amusing to see people fall.
She watched as he shattered the ice with energy. Now, if if she was in her normal state of mind, she would have been grinning like an idiot, a blissfully happy moron, like Masaki normally did. She could feel the earth under them snarl as the shard, which was more like a thread of Mana, be forcefully snapped. It caused her discomfort, but she ignored that as the Mana recoiled soon after he had stated that, the 'dragons' began to gather under the thing that had hurt it. A Magi would have been shaking, but it was a little more then obvious that this man was not a Magi.
“Again, you act as if we have relations.” She said softly, before the earth under him exploded in furious energy. Mana, after all, was to be treated like a lover, never cut, forced, or bent to any will.
Expression remaining neutral he stepped forward carefully, brushing some dirt off his shoulder and looking as bored as he had been prior. "I am not the sort who would leave you alone, is all." Plucking a clump of dirt from his hair the Espada turned his attention fully to her, to the energy she was attempting to use against him. Energy he was capable of negating if he cared enough.
Another step to slowly close the distance between them. "It does not bother me that you find me so easy to dismiss from your mind. Merely that you would see fit to serve under someone unworthy of you."
It was more then a twinge this time, it was a stab as she listened. It showed on her face only for a moment before she let the ice take the shape of a saber again, grabbing the hilt with both hands as it immediately bit into her tender flesh. Blood and life force was drained away, the void burning the lesser spirits around her as she let the power embed itself into the ice, forcefully melting Holy and demonic energy. The gray light was faint, but she didn't let it lash out like she had when she had fought the serpent or the angel. She let the unnatural power simmer in the blade.
“I have no choice, it was he who made me who I am now. Until he wishes to try again, the shard he tried to free from my chest remains. I do not know the flaw which caused his failure, but he will repair the flaw.” She said, her voice tinted with pain. A faint memory of the agony which had shattered her mind passed, but the twinge remained. She didn't like how this was going, she had to escape him, but if she did so, he would most likely follow and trace her to her Master. Holding the blade up, her ears focused on his footsteps. His speed made it almost worthless to rely on sight, so she would rely on sound, since his scent bothered her so.
Ah, that was it, was it? He smirked, freeing his zanpakuto ever so slightly in retaliation to the blade she now held, stopping a few paces away. Any attack would be blocked by his sword, though he doubted the need to fully free it from its sheath.
The talk of flaws was irritating. Of course she was flawed, following that damn mortal, being mortal herself. Thinking she knew love for an arrancar. But that was part of the fun in being around her. "It's a shame I mean so little to you."
She had ten seconds. Ten seconds and then he'd allow the reiatsu to finish this, like it had twice before. Ten seconds before he'd pin her down and force Banes influence from her.
“You are not my flaw or connected to it. I do not know who you even are.” She responded before she released the trigger, ice exploding from the earth below them and she swung the sword into an arc, the energy seeking out the man. Her heart twisted and beat once too fast. She would use the confusion and dust to escape. She held her sword, gathering the energy again in case he would attack, feeling the toil of using the technique creep upon her, and turned to escape. Something in her screamed, snarled against it's cage and hurled itself against the bars. Why in all of hell was she trying to RUN? Run like a sniveling little coward? The snarling drowned out the voice for a moment, she wasn't supposed to run, she wasn't THAT stupid. She froze mid step, eyes wide, and left herself open.
"Then remember, and remember whos bed you sought." What blood there was he ignored, what wounds mere itches. He moved forward, letting reiatsu pressure do its work, forcing her to her knees, to the ground. "If you belong to anyone at all it is to me, pet." He let the zanpakuto slide back into its sheath with a dull click, lowered himself to look her in the eye, keeping the pressure fierce and concentrated, refusing her right to move.
It was like the failed shard removal all over again, the pain so cold it burned. She grit her teeth as the pressure continued to press her down, fighting to at least get up on her knees and hands, the saber digging into already open wounds on her palms. She struggled against the pressure, and eyes fierce as something tried to rear it's head.
“Never!” she hissed, eyes shifting between the dull purple and the cold blue. The voice hissed, clawed, attempted to strangle her once again into submission, her icy voice whispering the dreaded truth, but anger and pride were slowly beginning to seep out of the cracks within the ice. The voice tried to command her, isolate her, but there was too much conflict, too much pain. She growled.
The slightest hint of a smirk and Zaera-Polo reached out, hand winding its way into her hair as he forced her forward and to him, pressure still not releasing as he kissed her roughly before throwing her back again. "Remember, or I'll simply kill you."
The kiss enraged her, and she snarled as she was thrown back, her hand still tight against the saber as she glared at him. It was like being smothered under a body, the pressure which held her down against the ground and she could feel the disgust at his words. More and more, her cage strained, even if the blood ran down the blade. She sought HIS bed? SHE did? What did he think he was? A GOD? She had KILLED gods.
The cage shattered.
It took every ounce of power she had, physical and willpower, but she managed to stagger upwards on her feet.
“Bastard, I did NOT! You're the one who pulled me down, claimed me!” She snarled, face strained before collapsing to one knee, her eyes still locked onto his own. Her growling was weak, but she didn't care. She wouldn't bend to this man, especially since he reeked of another woman. In this, the voice had power, hissed how she was alone, but she turned a deaf ear to the voice.
Finally. The smirk escaped him as he watched her attempt to fight against his reiatsu. Bane could go to hell for all the Espada cared. "You craved more, tiger." But enough of that, of this. Grabbing her arm he pulled her forward, intent on dropping her off at the Opera House, to deal with this properly.
"I took nothing you did not wish to give."
“Power corrupts after all, and instinct is one of the most powerful forces one faces.” She muttered as she was tugged forward, her body shuddering at the utter abuse it had suffered. The voice hissed at the contact, but she was too stressed to care at the moment.
“First chance I get... Burning this outfit.” She muttered as she attempted to stand on her own, without him holding onto her arm, but it seemed for now, she had to regain the strength she has used just fighting his damn power. She eyed the wounds then both sported and huffed softly, before leaning against him and summoning what little power she thought she could spare to fill the air with enough healing Mana to seal up the wounds. Crowley was going to be pissed at her. Pushing herself away, she slowly got up. She refused to rely on him if she had to.
"You want to go alone?" Apathy had resettled again, barely noting the effort she put forth to heal him and the Espada regarded her weakened state coldly. "Somehow I do not trust you to get to the Opera House."
She rolled her eyes before frowning, ripping the red ribbons from her hair.“What, should I ask you to carry me then?” She questioned, her tone sarcastic. What she really wanted was a hot bath and maybe some cuddling with a certain bird. She had been basically mind-fucked, hurt her friends (who had CAUSED part of this actually), and she still felt cold.
"Honestly... I just want to forget everything at the moment..." She continued, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"As you wish." Ignoring the fact that she didn't mean it, he picked her up somewhat gently, carefully balancing her before letting his sonido do all the work. She was actually somewhat small in his arms like this, and his irritation only grew with Bane as he noted her still low body temperature.
"You should have gone to the stupid children before."
“Kinda hard to when the shard had a lot to work on and then a power hungry man comes into your home, nearly chokes you to death, then tries to rip out your heart, then proceeds to enslave you all in under 4 hours.” She muttered, not fighting as he lifted her up. She shivered as he held her, the obvious difference between their body temperatures hitting her hard. 'Ironic that he's the warmer then you.' Her fingers suddenly strayed to the black circlet around her neck, carefully hidden by the gold cloth of her current attire. A Collar... A scowl appeared on her face. Her hand tugged on the thing, but lacking the needed strength, all she managed to do was hurt her neck. Which meant she could only do one thing... ask him to do it.
“Take it off.” She muttered darkly, knowing full well that it had been welded shut, a sign of her servitude, however brief.
"He retains a heart, no doubt." He glanced at the thing, irritated all the more. She was his pet, his research, his to mess with and annoy and cause pain for. Not for Bane, not for the idiot that had swayed Noitora.
No matter that the man had killed the tenth divisions vice captain. This was more personal that that.
Taking note then, of the way the band was sealed he paused, setting her down and turning her around, brushing hair out of the way. "No please and thank you?" he murmured, reiatsu energy sparking in his fingers again as he forced the band apart.
“What you rather it stayed around my neck? Black doesn't flatter me much in my opinion.” She sighed in relief as she felt the thing release it's hold, noting how sore her throat felt. Stupid moron must of made it too tight. She absentmindedly rubbed her throat before smiling softly at him.“Thank you for taking it off.” She said, her expression sincere.
"Blue and silver," the Espada muttered, picking her up again and heading for the Opera House once more. The only collar he would allow would be one of his own making, after all.
“Not going to happen.” She answered, remembering the collar of similar colors he had once offered to her. She refused to wear such things, but she'd let him try anyways. After all, it was just a game, one of them would have to cave sooner or later.
He set her down outside the Opera, refusing to go in himself. Too many humans. "Blue and silver. Collar, clothes, hair accessory, shoes. Doesn't matter, but they are colours that would suit you more." He shrugged it off, hand straying to the blade at his side as he turned to leave.
"Just get yourself taken care of so I don't have to kill Bane any more than I already do."
“Bane can honestly go play nursemaid to the King Behemoth for all I care.” She muttered but simply shrugged as she walked forward into the Opera house but not before stating, “I think myself to be more appealing in red anyways.” With that, she left to enter the Opera house, ignoring the hissing voice asking her to flee. After this, she would try her best to forget the last two days. And she owed Crowley an explanation...
Rating; PG-13 due to violence, tiny bits of blood and One bad word...
Characters; Zaheela [
henkonasuisho], Zaera-Polo [unresearched]Summary; All she meant to do was return and report, but she found herself confronted by someone who wished other wise.
Log;
It was hard to breathe at times for her, the moments where her heart began to beat a little harder. Zaheela frowned once again as she felt her body twinge in pain. She supposed she should of eaten and slept after so much power usage, but that could wait until she had completed her report to Master Bane. It was troublesome, this body, but part of her refused to give into the cage. Something tickled her soul, urging her to bloody wake up, but the voice in her head took care of it. The ground was a blur as she darted across it, foot steps light, when her ears twitched. Coming to a halt, she glanced to the side as her ears twitched again.
“Yes?” She questioned. Someone was here, following her. Though the aura was carefully, if not perfectly hidden, the scent and the sound of breathing had alarmed her to the person's presence. The scent was slightly pungent with the scent of the physical secretions of not one, but two females, though one was more powerful, and it was agitating. She dug a toe into the ground and closed her eyes. The scent, so familiar.
Figured. Smirking slightly he dropped beside the Mithra, already wondering if perhaps a cero would be too much. So an age old demon couldn't stop her. Zaera-Polo was an arrancar, an Espada. A chosen, powerful, cocky, arrogant even.
But he was also possessive, and while he could excuse Bane's usage of Noitora, messing with his adorable little pet? Why, that was borderline messing with his brother.
"Still cold?" he questioned softly, smirk still in place, hand already resting on the hilt of his zanpakuto. Oh, but he'd make Bane pay later. For now, reclaiming this one was high on the list of things to do that would stave away boredom.
“I have no problems with the lack of feeling.” She stated before quickly darting to the side as the blast of Holy light exploded from where she has once stood, the power quickly engulfing whatever had once stood there. Zaheela didn't frown, however, when the smoke cleared showing no signs of damage other then the upturned earth. Her mind sorted through memories impartially. Arrancar, which meant he would be appearing the next moment, unharmed. Such an opponent required a different strategy. She closed her eyes as Ice curled around her instinctively.
“What is your reason for approaching me?” She questioned as she waited for him to appear.
Mildly irritating, though the ice was interesting. Letting sonido place him next to her again, he slowly allowed his reiatsu to escape into the area surrounding them, but not enough to draw attention from anyone else.
The smirk was still in place as he all too casually regarded Zaheela from mere feet away. "You do not recall, pet?"
Her eyes focused on the man in front of her. Cocky, arrogant, intelligent, somewhat disturbing. The usage of the pet name and the tone suggested that they had some contact. The most obvious problem was his speed, though something hinted at obvious power. She stood straight, her arms at her side as the ice lashed out, the vine like obtrusions aiming for blood as she narrowed her eyes, letting her power shift between the Holy magic of the White mage and the darker powers of the dark knight.
“That suggests we had some sort of relation.” She stated, weaving her trap. Another twinge, another giggle, and another moment of agitation.
He let the ice hit him, hierro naturally deflecting it and leaving wet lines across his chest. "You could call it as such." The power shift amused him enough to widen the smirk, to cause sparks of energy to start gathering in his free hand as he followed the way her power moved.
"I'll be nice and let you attempt to break this skin. After that... Well. You will see."
Outwardly, she didn't seem to react, but there was the twinge again. She felt something akin to anger, but it didn't break through as she let the ice creep down her arm, the loose shape of her scythe forming before deciding otherwise and letting the ice slither in an unrestrained state. Power shifting back to the holy magic, she sighed. Her master would be annoyed with her if she didn't appear soon, which meant she had to either get past him or distract him. The first would not be possible without a mistake on his part, and the second relied on too many unknown factors. This lead to the third option, forcing him to stand down, if only for a moment.
Her eye twitched as his words once again caused whatever that was within her to twinge again. With a sigh, she let the voice smother that annoyance again, feeling the hand trail down her back and focused. Pure Offense would be foolish as would pure defense, so she opted to divide her power between both as the magic circle appeared under her feet, light curling upwards to form a barrier only visible for a moment or two and she formed a shard of ice in her hand, throwing it at the man's head. It all depended on his reaction.
The smirk faded into general apathy as the hand raised, fully formed cero catching her ice and destroying it instantly before the energy gradually disappated and his hand dropped again. Pathetic. Nothing like fighting Grimmjow would be...
He didn't move however, content to allow more of his reiatsu to seep into the surroundings. It wouldn't be nice to her to simply take care of things in that way, after all. Not yet. He could allow her some time to think she had the upper hand. "You're following a man that made Noitora insane. Do you really think I'd allow him to take you away?"
It was always more amusing to see people fall.
She watched as he shattered the ice with energy. Now, if if she was in her normal state of mind, she would have been grinning like an idiot, a blissfully happy moron, like Masaki normally did. She could feel the earth under them snarl as the shard, which was more like a thread of Mana, be forcefully snapped. It caused her discomfort, but she ignored that as the Mana recoiled soon after he had stated that, the 'dragons' began to gather under the thing that had hurt it. A Magi would have been shaking, but it was a little more then obvious that this man was not a Magi.
“Again, you act as if we have relations.” She said softly, before the earth under him exploded in furious energy. Mana, after all, was to be treated like a lover, never cut, forced, or bent to any will.
Expression remaining neutral he stepped forward carefully, brushing some dirt off his shoulder and looking as bored as he had been prior. "I am not the sort who would leave you alone, is all." Plucking a clump of dirt from his hair the Espada turned his attention fully to her, to the energy she was attempting to use against him. Energy he was capable of negating if he cared enough.
Another step to slowly close the distance between them. "It does not bother me that you find me so easy to dismiss from your mind. Merely that you would see fit to serve under someone unworthy of you."
It was more then a twinge this time, it was a stab as she listened. It showed on her face only for a moment before she let the ice take the shape of a saber again, grabbing the hilt with both hands as it immediately bit into her tender flesh. Blood and life force was drained away, the void burning the lesser spirits around her as she let the power embed itself into the ice, forcefully melting Holy and demonic energy. The gray light was faint, but she didn't let it lash out like she had when she had fought the serpent or the angel. She let the unnatural power simmer in the blade.
“I have no choice, it was he who made me who I am now. Until he wishes to try again, the shard he tried to free from my chest remains. I do not know the flaw which caused his failure, but he will repair the flaw.” She said, her voice tinted with pain. A faint memory of the agony which had shattered her mind passed, but the twinge remained. She didn't like how this was going, she had to escape him, but if she did so, he would most likely follow and trace her to her Master. Holding the blade up, her ears focused on his footsteps. His speed made it almost worthless to rely on sight, so she would rely on sound, since his scent bothered her so.
Ah, that was it, was it? He smirked, freeing his zanpakuto ever so slightly in retaliation to the blade she now held, stopping a few paces away. Any attack would be blocked by his sword, though he doubted the need to fully free it from its sheath.
The talk of flaws was irritating. Of course she was flawed, following that damn mortal, being mortal herself. Thinking she knew love for an arrancar. But that was part of the fun in being around her. "It's a shame I mean so little to you."
She had ten seconds. Ten seconds and then he'd allow the reiatsu to finish this, like it had twice before. Ten seconds before he'd pin her down and force Banes influence from her.
“You are not my flaw or connected to it. I do not know who you even are.” She responded before she released the trigger, ice exploding from the earth below them and she swung the sword into an arc, the energy seeking out the man. Her heart twisted and beat once too fast. She would use the confusion and dust to escape. She held her sword, gathering the energy again in case he would attack, feeling the toil of using the technique creep upon her, and turned to escape. Something in her screamed, snarled against it's cage and hurled itself against the bars. Why in all of hell was she trying to RUN? Run like a sniveling little coward? The snarling drowned out the voice for a moment, she wasn't supposed to run, she wasn't THAT stupid. She froze mid step, eyes wide, and left herself open.
"Then remember, and remember whos bed you sought." What blood there was he ignored, what wounds mere itches. He moved forward, letting reiatsu pressure do its work, forcing her to her knees, to the ground. "If you belong to anyone at all it is to me, pet." He let the zanpakuto slide back into its sheath with a dull click, lowered himself to look her in the eye, keeping the pressure fierce and concentrated, refusing her right to move.
It was like the failed shard removal all over again, the pain so cold it burned. She grit her teeth as the pressure continued to press her down, fighting to at least get up on her knees and hands, the saber digging into already open wounds on her palms. She struggled against the pressure, and eyes fierce as something tried to rear it's head.
“Never!” she hissed, eyes shifting between the dull purple and the cold blue. The voice hissed, clawed, attempted to strangle her once again into submission, her icy voice whispering the dreaded truth, but anger and pride were slowly beginning to seep out of the cracks within the ice. The voice tried to command her, isolate her, but there was too much conflict, too much pain. She growled.
The slightest hint of a smirk and Zaera-Polo reached out, hand winding its way into her hair as he forced her forward and to him, pressure still not releasing as he kissed her roughly before throwing her back again. "Remember, or I'll simply kill you."
The kiss enraged her, and she snarled as she was thrown back, her hand still tight against the saber as she glared at him. It was like being smothered under a body, the pressure which held her down against the ground and she could feel the disgust at his words. More and more, her cage strained, even if the blood ran down the blade. She sought HIS bed? SHE did? What did he think he was? A GOD? She had KILLED gods.
The cage shattered.
It took every ounce of power she had, physical and willpower, but she managed to stagger upwards on her feet.
“Bastard, I did NOT! You're the one who pulled me down, claimed me!” She snarled, face strained before collapsing to one knee, her eyes still locked onto his own. Her growling was weak, but she didn't care. She wouldn't bend to this man, especially since he reeked of another woman. In this, the voice had power, hissed how she was alone, but she turned a deaf ear to the voice.
Finally. The smirk escaped him as he watched her attempt to fight against his reiatsu. Bane could go to hell for all the Espada cared. "You craved more, tiger." But enough of that, of this. Grabbing her arm he pulled her forward, intent on dropping her off at the Opera House, to deal with this properly.
"I took nothing you did not wish to give."
“Power corrupts after all, and instinct is one of the most powerful forces one faces.” She muttered as she was tugged forward, her body shuddering at the utter abuse it had suffered. The voice hissed at the contact, but she was too stressed to care at the moment.
“First chance I get... Burning this outfit.” She muttered as she attempted to stand on her own, without him holding onto her arm, but it seemed for now, she had to regain the strength she has used just fighting his damn power. She eyed the wounds then both sported and huffed softly, before leaning against him and summoning what little power she thought she could spare to fill the air with enough healing Mana to seal up the wounds. Crowley was going to be pissed at her. Pushing herself away, she slowly got up. She refused to rely on him if she had to.
"You want to go alone?" Apathy had resettled again, barely noting the effort she put forth to heal him and the Espada regarded her weakened state coldly. "Somehow I do not trust you to get to the Opera House."
She rolled her eyes before frowning, ripping the red ribbons from her hair.“What, should I ask you to carry me then?” She questioned, her tone sarcastic. What she really wanted was a hot bath and maybe some cuddling with a certain bird. She had been basically mind-fucked, hurt her friends (who had CAUSED part of this actually), and she still felt cold.
"Honestly... I just want to forget everything at the moment..." She continued, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"As you wish." Ignoring the fact that she didn't mean it, he picked her up somewhat gently, carefully balancing her before letting his sonido do all the work. She was actually somewhat small in his arms like this, and his irritation only grew with Bane as he noted her still low body temperature.
"You should have gone to the stupid children before."
“Kinda hard to when the shard had a lot to work on and then a power hungry man comes into your home, nearly chokes you to death, then tries to rip out your heart, then proceeds to enslave you all in under 4 hours.” She muttered, not fighting as he lifted her up. She shivered as he held her, the obvious difference between their body temperatures hitting her hard. 'Ironic that he's the warmer then you.' Her fingers suddenly strayed to the black circlet around her neck, carefully hidden by the gold cloth of her current attire. A Collar... A scowl appeared on her face. Her hand tugged on the thing, but lacking the needed strength, all she managed to do was hurt her neck. Which meant she could only do one thing... ask him to do it.
“Take it off.” She muttered darkly, knowing full well that it had been welded shut, a sign of her servitude, however brief.
"He retains a heart, no doubt." He glanced at the thing, irritated all the more. She was his pet, his research, his to mess with and annoy and cause pain for. Not for Bane, not for the idiot that had swayed Noitora.
No matter that the man had killed the tenth divisions vice captain. This was more personal that that.
Taking note then, of the way the band was sealed he paused, setting her down and turning her around, brushing hair out of the way. "No please and thank you?" he murmured, reiatsu energy sparking in his fingers again as he forced the band apart.
“What you rather it stayed around my neck? Black doesn't flatter me much in my opinion.” She sighed in relief as she felt the thing release it's hold, noting how sore her throat felt. Stupid moron must of made it too tight. She absentmindedly rubbed her throat before smiling softly at him.“Thank you for taking it off.” She said, her expression sincere.
"Blue and silver," the Espada muttered, picking her up again and heading for the Opera House once more. The only collar he would allow would be one of his own making, after all.
“Not going to happen.” She answered, remembering the collar of similar colors he had once offered to her. She refused to wear such things, but she'd let him try anyways. After all, it was just a game, one of them would have to cave sooner or later.
He set her down outside the Opera, refusing to go in himself. Too many humans. "Blue and silver. Collar, clothes, hair accessory, shoes. Doesn't matter, but they are colours that would suit you more." He shrugged it off, hand straying to the blade at his side as he turned to leave.
"Just get yourself taken care of so I don't have to kill Bane any more than I already do."
“Bane can honestly go play nursemaid to the King Behemoth for all I care.” She muttered but simply shrugged as she walked forward into the Opera house but not before stating, “I think myself to be more appealing in red anyways.” With that, she left to enter the Opera house, ignoring the hissing voice asking her to flee. After this, she would try her best to forget the last two days. And she owed Crowley an explanation...