Hall of despair. ( Espada and fraccion meeting. All must post for plans of war.)

The hall of despair was at one time a room that was used by the espada of the past for their meetings, yet the room was entirely destroy during the past war, but Aion rebuilt the room for the current Espada to use. The room was now laced with red walls, and they were dark crimson the color of blood adding to the gloomy atmosphere of the place. The room had a blue floor made of marble, and reflected a bright glare of light from it. The room was perfectly restored to its former glory, but Aion doubted it would remain that way for very long despair would be created soon after all. He liked to think that his thoughts and desires were known by the Espada, but Aion could never be to sure that was why a meeting was called. What were the Espadas goal well that was simple to destroy, and to bring about death and despair to all other forms of life, and for that reason he desired to be certain both he and his espada were on the same wavelength.

A large and rounded wooden table sat in the center of the room surrounded by 11 chairs one for each of the Espada. Another noticeable feature was the 17 large pillars reaching from the floor to the high ceiling, and scattered throughout the four corners of the room. Hueco mundo had been quiet recently, and the lack of violence had made him very uneasy. The hollow, and much more so the Espada weren't not supposed to be lax allowing peace, yet it seemed they had lost their fire. This would not be permitted while Aion was leader of the Espada, nor could he stomach the fact that they were not at war. Aion camly walked into the room taking his seat at the far right end of the table, and sitting down he lazily rested his legs up onto the table, yet he had made sure to get the other Espadas attention for this meeting in the form of annoying notes in their quarters also sending lowly unranked arrancar to bug them. He sat in wait of the others hoping they would show, and if not there was alwaysthe opinion of dragging them to the meeting.

Tierra walked into the depressing hall, holding both hands in his pockets. A small glint of light from the floor revealed his white hair, and blue eyes which stood out in the dark room. On his neck behind the left ear, one could make out the begining of a black tattoo. However the white hair that hung over it covered the majority of the tattoo. Tierra took his seat at the table, taking special notice to Aion. He had known Aion to feign a look of kindness. However Tierra knew better than to fall for his master's guise, he knew Aion was as cold as the blood of a snake. This in turn however did not stop Tierra from running his mouth off. Even if a beating would follow, he was the only espada who had more to gain from being hit.

Tierra smiled towards his master, with a sarcastic looking grin. "So is it just your time of the month again? Or is there a reason teacher called us to class today?" Tierra said, with a confused look. However he wasn't actually confused, but rather was following through with his insult. Tierra liked pushing buttons, even the one's of those above him. It was all in good fun after all.

Karayan entered the hall shortly after Tierra. Having heard the other Espada's words, he threw something, attempting to peg the other on the back of the head. However, no matter where the object landed, it would never be seen, as the black Espada's Shadow Doors would swallow it upon landing.

Once Karayan came into Aion's line of sight, he bowed respectfully, then settled down in his seat to await the other Espada. Surely it wasn't only the three of them at that moment. The air around Las Noches recently had been lackadaisical, with hardly any missions being handed out. Frankly, the red-eyed man was bored stiff. On the few missions he'd been on lately, he hadn't even had the need to release his Resurrecion. "Aion-sama, hopefully this meeting means that things will start to move soon? The air here is getting quite stale," he said, tone calm and quiet, but reflecting the boredom he felt in his choice of words.

A large "clunk" could be heard as a hard object hit Tierra in the head. Tierra's eyes soon made their way towards Karayan, in which he soon greated him with a smile. "Karayan, i thought it was customary to take the stick out of your ass, before attending a meeting of peers. Or was that just me?" Tierra did a quick look around not even waiting for a reply. "No just me? Fair enough, I'll just sit back and be dark and omnious like the rest of you" Tierra said as he leaned back in his chair, cross in his arms, and raising one eyebrow. He was trying to look serious, but anyone could tell he meant it to be satiricle.

"Keep your wise cracks to yourself, Tierra. We all know they root only from the bitterness derived from the fact that you had to take your stick out of his ass to attend." Skaeith shot out as he sauntered lazily toward the table with his head resting upon the arms folded behind his head; seemingly appearing from nowhere. Footfalls were silent, the soft fabric wrapped about his feet, shins, and lower legs allowed a quiet approach while masking one's Reiatsu decreased detection through sense. His eyes shifted calmly from one Espada to the next. Is this it? He wondered.

The Espada took up his seat, one that sat directly opposite to the one in which Aion rested, and he mirrored the Cero by kicking his feet up onto the table. From there, he dug into the pockets of his white cargo pants, searching. Moments later a cigarette was retrieved though it remained unlit. And so, the Arrancar sat silently with an impatient patience, the "coffin nail" hanging loosely from his lips while he messed up his already messy silver hair. One could only wonder what this meeting would pertain to. He jested mentally. Skaeith smelled war on the horizon.

Entering the room, the youthful looking Methias examined each and every aspect of the hall carefully, as he did with everything his gaze made contact with. Being the first time he had entered the room, he quickly noticed the round, wooden table, eleven seats located in a circle around it, assumingly for each member of the Espada. As the time continued ticking by, he managed to count each of the seventine pillars in the room. His initial thought was of how the number seemed off, however, his thoughts quickly shifted onto how fun it would be to throw somebody throw said pillars. A grin grew on his face, a sinister look fixated in his eye's. Moving over to the chairs, he sat in his designated spot, throwing his legs onto the table in a form of what would would have appeared to be rebellion. As he did, he moved his arm over his eye's, leaning back, taking a relaxing posture.

Appearing to not notice any of the other Espada in the room, he simply yawned, before moving his arm, looking around the room yet again. Alas, he felt he should say something to make his presence known. As such, he firstly looked over to Aion, nodding slightly towards him, moving his right hand to his head, making a form of salute, before placing his arm across his chest. Anyone looking over at him would notice his messy, purplish hair, as well as his almost battle perfect clothing. However, they seemed to be in pretty bad shape, several creases and dirt marks scattered around his uniform. "Hmpth... When's the rest gettin' here?" He muttered out loud, his focus moving towards the entrance.

Tierra laughed aloud while he clapped his hands. "You know full and well that I can't shut up. And speaking of which, what's with the ass jokes? I didn't know you were a closet case....then agian it would explain the way you dress." Tierra said with a dumbfounded look. However this time it wasn't satiricle. He was actually lost in thought. Skaeith always did seem rather flowery. It would explain why Skaeith was always walking so funny, and had such girly hair.

Tierra stopped his thought process for a moment as methias approached the table. Tierra noticed how 2 of the Espada were sitting, relaxing in thier chairs as if they were at home. The more prideful of the Espada were big enough jackasses to feel free to do as they please. In a way they were right to. Then again even Tierra had enough respect for principle alone, to not put his feet on the table. However Tierra for once decided not to open his mouth, as the other Espada were to stuburn to just let anyone have the last word.

"Hmm? Stick up my ass? I have no clue what you speak of," Karayan replied flippently. The way he spoke suggested no respect for anyone higher up than him, and that was as truthful as it got. The only person in the room that Karayan had respect for was Aion. Everyone else was trash compared to their leader.

Crimson eyes flicked up as he heard more people enter the hall, but he didn't really care, leaning back in his seat as he waited for the meeting to begin.

The muffled hiss that was the imperfect breathing of Tiberius entered hearing range. As he made his way to the congregation, he almost hissed despairingly as he pictured a flocculation of individuals all ranting about needing something to do, or the likes. His white cloak muffled his rather odd walking style, everywhere he went he had almost a *thump ta thump ta thump* about his footsteps that seemed to be louder than normal ones, yet he appeared to walk just fine. His cloak as most easy recognizable out of the entire bunch, with it came his face, and then finally one could notice the pupil less eyes that the cloak held. He came into view, from a distance he appeared to be gliding, had his foot steps not given him away, it would have made the perfect hovering ideal of motion.


Even before he fully entered the room, he bowed slightly, not a word leaving his throat as he held the bow for a moment before taking a seat. He choose one at the far end of the table, left corner as to gather in those around him in a clear line of view. As he sat, he snorted, odd and entirely weird, but he did it. His whole body shaking as if the snort came from more of an animal than an arrancar, which Tiberius pondered often, were then above the very animals they had come from? Perhaps a question better posed in some form of journal of intrigue.


His body posture was loose, and almost motionless. If one was a master of observation, they could note his uncomfortable attitude and demeanor, however to the untrained eye, he was just a body at the end of the table, hoping not to draw any attention away from the real espada. And that was most likely the reason Tiberius rarely spoke, about anything, was because he wasn’t an atypical espada, bloodlust wasn’t really there, no war or chaos burned in his soul, he just simply wanted to observe and take in the interesting aspect of everyone, and see that the uninteresting ones would not around him, as anyone who knows, uninteresting people are no fun. So he turned his head, watched everyone, waited, remained motionless, and took short almost soundless breathes.

Masanori walked into the meeting. He knew he was late, and there was no excuse for it, besides the fact that he was just appointed the Fraccion of the leader. He walked towards his commander and stood behind his chair. He was unaware of what was going on right now, nor did he really care considering he wasnt that interested. But he had to be here, he knew that, and he also knew not to interupt or disrespect the Espada. He looked around at the members already in the meeting hall, not really recognizing any of them, since he was still new here.

[OOC: It doesn't appear that Felipe has any plans to show up, since he's had SEVERAL days, and I saw him on before I lost my internet. We should PROBABLY get this meeting going...]

[OOC: I'm quite sure that outside of combat orriented events, we can just post without a specific turn order, just no double posting.]

Tierra sat silently for a few moments, before the silence maddened him enough to speak again. He was unable to keep his mouth shut for long periods of time. He didn't even know why he did this. Weather it was to please the voices in his head, get the attention of others, or stop the boredom process, it was beyond him. "Well there's enough of us here don't you think Aion? Can we please just get this underway. Being in a room filled with this many assholes makes me cringe." Tierra said tapping his hand across the table franticly. He wasn't as anxious, as much as he liked gaining more energy. Tierra made it a point to make eye contact with several of the others during his last little quirk. He wanted them to know just how he thought of them. It wasn't that he didn't respect them, or like them. But rather their attitudes were often cold blooded, and cross. Tierra was like that with just about everyone though. He didn't feel as if they were above, or beneath him. But rather they were all just "assholes".