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@nelliel-tu
𝐍𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @teal-vampire
choukaimon:
𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 of Las Noches, Pesche and Dondochakka ran with reckless abandon through the ruined halls. With a hefty head-start, they managed to outpace Nel, but that advantage would only last so long — particularly with the full arsenal of her powers at her disposal.
“Psst, Pesche! Over here, don'chya know?” Dondochakka said, skidding to a halt and ducking into an old haunt of theirs: what remained of the kitchens.
Pesche replied in a furious whisper, “That’ll be the first place she looks!” No, he had a mind to continue on, and that was exactly what he did, regardless of the fact his brother was no longer following. On and on, until he reached the old Privaron quarters, and the destruction of his own battle. A good enough place as any.
The sound of footsteps echoes oddly in the large white halls. Playful and disjointed as her brothers different strides clack against the stone before splitting up. Dondochakka’s steps are shorter and quicker, and she knows where he’s headed even when the door seals shut between them, making him the obvious first target. Pesche is bolder to go further from her - especially with the likes of Grimmjow skulking about - but he is competent and can hold his own against any non-ex-espada who might choose to remain Las Noches following the Quincy invasion. Though a power-vacuum there may be, she trusts he will be safe until their conclusion of their game, and thus her attention turns to finding the stouter of her brothers first.
“Ooh!” The kitchens! She had forgotten about them, perhaps there is still food left behind from the time the fortress fed an army. Now that she’s returned to her former size she can’t survive on reishi absorption alone, and hunting for other hollows like this is barbaric. She and her family are above it.
She pushes the door open silently, boots a scant inch off the floor on a platform to prevent any sounds of her footfall and hazel eyes sweeping the large space to identify any crevice or hidey-hole large enough to conceal Dondochakka. She conceals a giggle behind a palm - the only indication she has entered the room after him.
Anyway here are some Nelliel sketches + HaliNell shot for you thx for listening to my ted talk
kenpachi-of-zaraki:
“Ain’t you the one who was fighting that tall fucker before I got there?”
He regards her warily, single eye assessing her. On the one hand, she was an arrancar. A hollow. But on the other hand, nobody else seemed to have a problem with it. Like some truce had been called and a ceasefire was in effect.
Nobody ever told him shit. It was getting old.
“Shame your fight ended when it did. Heard you were kicking his ass.” He smiled sharply, remembering the details both Ichigo and Orihime had told him later.
“As far as Ichigo, he was just bein’ pathetic. No way was I gonna let him die to some weakling like that. He’s still gotta get strong enough to fight me again!”
That ‘tall fucker’? Ah, he’s funny! She hides a small laugh behind a polite palm, shoulders jumping as though the motion is learned rather than the natural byproduct of humor.
“I was!” Both fighting him and kicking his ass. “But it was too soon. I wouldn’t have been able to hold out and Nnoitra was very determined.” Her injury is a real hamper on her combat abilities, and one that she still hasn’t quite devised a work around for yet. “You stepped in at the perfect time, Captain. I would be very upset if Ichigo-chan died!”
She shifts her weight, her humor suddenly cooling. Not necessarily in threat, yet - causing trouble when the shinigami were oh so gracious to permit them to recover within the walls of their healer’s division (Orihime-chan is stretched much too thin) would be a surefire way to end the tentative truce - “Will you be killing him like you did Nnoitra?”
trescifras:
❝ OF COURSE NOT. why would you even think that… ❞
“Am I wrong to express concern for a fellow warrior?”
“Well, then I also apologize for the time I vomited on you. It was for a good cause.”
@despairforme replied: SLAPS IT
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch? Do you?”
She has asserted ass dominance
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@jigokumai || Closed Starter
Nelliel holds a lot of affection for her little sand-grown tribe, enough to indulge in the continuation of childish games she no longer needs to entertain her now that she’s returned to her adult form. Still, the familiarity is pleasant and there is little else to do in the ruins of Las Noches.
Today’s choice pick is Hide and Seek.
“Dondochakka? Pesche?” She calls through the halls, pointedly not using her pesquisa. She searches for them with sound alone.
@kenpachi-of-zaraki || Closed Starter
Her head tips back as she admires the shinigami captain, so this is the man who fell Nnoitra. Not exactly a feat worthy of praise, but substantial in it’s own way.
“I do believe I owe you some thanks for saving Ichigo-chan during the previous war. I didn’t think I would get the opportunity.”
@despairforme asked: Just stands there looking at her without saying anything.
Nelliel has never been particularly fond of Nnoitra. She does enjoy him, perhaps in the same way that a human enjoys a particularly ill mannered mutt, but her humor should not be confused with pleasure.
He is one of the more beastly arrancar. Based and lacking in the rational capacity that differentiates a person from a monkey.
Fitting then, that it takes him such lengthy periods of time to formulate something as simple as a greeting. Or at least that’s what the Trecera presumes he is doing from his silent position.
She, however, is capable of great patience and generosity. She will not snap.
“Yes, Nnoitra. Did you need something? A reminder on how to initiate conversation, perhaps?”
@trescifras || Closed Starter
“Don Dordoni. I do hope there are no hard feelings.”
“What with the game of musical tattoos and all.”
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