Resembling minds // dropdeadgroovy
Recent encounters led to the realization that more should come.
Over the last few days Starrk had roamed Soul Society, Sereitei to be precise, to find those that to fight – unneeded and unjustly – he was forced to in the Winter War. The moments and positions were brittle, nevertheless standing before hardened fronts. After encounters with the captains of the 8th as well as 13th division it was driving him further through the single barracks, in lookout for two more captains he wanted to talk to. Perfectly aware that the whole way he took was a dangerous one, but if one characteristic trait would be able to be used on the Primera it was – that he didn’t care.
From Ukitake he heard that one of the masked captains went back to his initial position after the war, now serving in Sanbantai as the captain, hence the reason his way was leading him exactly there at this moment. The male with the long blonde hair and the whip as a weapon, seemingly a proud being as much as Starrk could tell, a good fighter, but his mind-set was nothing easily to understand for the arrancar. As it seemed he was valuing fighting over peace – despicable was one word that came into his mind upon this thought. But who was he to judge? When everyone who has entered this war, was guilty the moment they stepped in place.
Nevertheless he wanted to talk.
Seemingly the captain wasn’t in his office, as the whole division was rather empty around this time of the day, serving for Starrk to sigh lightly, upon the thought that he needed to wait or search further. It wasn’t in his mind to catch anyones interest, even that those he had met so far didn’t show any signs of violence or retreat, more welcoming him quite openly as it seemed, being glad that the powerful being tried to make peace over what was in their past. It was more welcomed than he actually hoped they would react, showing how ‘easy’ it was to close such a wide gap in no time. Especially his two former enemies were a delightful paragon upon such meetings.
Moving his head a little to rid himself of the soreness the Primera stalled, turning around slightly to glance over his shoulder when a presence was approaching him he could remember – but not decipher right away. This reiatsu was telling him something, yet it was none of his false enemies of the war, but still – the person fought in even this. Starrk was no one to hide or run, it would bring exactly nothing and he didn’t knew something like fear to begin with – at least this open fear to be cut down and lose like smaller and weaker beings might feel it upon meeting him. The arrancar simply waited for the other person to come into sight, still contemplating about the spiritual energy he was sending out.
Not even a minute later a slender blonde male, jaw-long hair, with a captains haori stepped up in the corridor, serving for Starrk to raise his head and nod slightly as acknowledgement of the – high-ranking – presence in front of him. He remembered this man—
-- one of the masked visitors in the war, coming along with the group of the others he had to fight. Yet, his main-aim was on Aizen himself, until he was stopped by the Commander, Tosen Kaname, yet his opponent in the fight was Ichimaru Gin, which he was watched over by Aizen himself. He didn’t have a name in mind for this man, seeing that everyone was not inclined to introduce himself, but that didn’t matter and could be changed later on. Yet—why was he here? Starrk was at least sure his own reiatsu was masked enough to not attract other captains than the ones aware of his presence within the city, so maybe it was just a normal visit for a colleague and they just run into each other by accident.
Narrowing his eyes slowly, he changed into a calm stance, arms hanging lose at his side to implicate no harm would be dealed out, while he addressed the captain politely. “I wish no harm, you have my word. Yet I expected the captain of this squad to be here. If you might be so kind to tell me where he is.”