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[soul-fracture]

Glass and bone are all I see

There were only a few actually knowing how the Primera would be able to contain and control what shouldn’t be able to be caged. Vast spiritual pressure, roaming inside and devouring his very core, the bane of his existence, comdemning him to wander alone in abiding desolated lands, alone maybe the wrong word to take, but the ever-longing feeling of a solitude life would never really abate. It all changed with his Lords approach, the moment he would take the pair that was one being under his wing, providing them with a home and companions, with an ending of their faceless and numb situation they could not have fled from otherwise. Serving them to be---

---thankful. Loyal.

Companions gathered by the time were all unique in shape or form, in their personalities, in their reasons for following a being they should immediately conjure with the term ‘enemy’, knowledge of that very fact was present in their everyday life, only that for most of them the cause was abstractedly extraneous.

For himself, the first order assigned by his superior was to control the strength and turmoil roaring and speaking to everyone coming to close, warning them of an inevitable end met by sheer inability of limitation this nearly ridiculous storm inside the Espada. It were a few days by now he would try one of the many ways described for him by those who would be able to break through this natural armor of reiryoku; his main-version by now the try of meditation. It helped, at least in a few times, but for the moment his perceptive mind would lose his control, being caught-off guard by still surprising and unique revelations inside the Kingdom, outbursts and eruptions were still rather common from the place the Primera was residing in.

It was mainly because of this that he would find his way outside of Las Noches, a good few hundred miles away from the center of Aizens rule. The place the dark-haired arrancar had found a while ago was shielded by high cliffs and abandoned from life long ago. He was moving ever so slowly after the last outburst had shattered the grounds in a perimeter the Espada wasn’t aware off. The large white overcoat had been thrown aside, giving him a prospect to move more freely without limbs constrained by surprisingly light but still sturdy fabric, when Starrk was sure he would also get accustomed with this way of attire. More light clothing he had taken along for what seemed like endless hours of draining himself with sword art and occasional discharging in slight waves of immense reiatsu.

A sigh. Hand moved up to rid himself of stray strands clouding his vision, the sword in his grip rotating around in his palm for a few times. Another way to overcome and fight down the reason for his existence was indeed sleeping, like he had encountered a few times by now, it would contain his immense power quite perfectly. But for the times awake---

---he simply needed something else.

Next round would be started a few seconds later, moving in the center of the large canyon that was the arrancars hide-out for the time being. Purposely or not, he paid not much attention to the person seeking him out and approaching without much of a warning. 

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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.”

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Final orders //sacrificalespada

The meeting was exceptionally short and just with a few of them, the Arrancar ranking high enough so that Aizen would take them with him to the fight in Karakura. Tier Harribel, Barragan Louisenbarn and Coyote Starrk were the ones the Shinigami trusted the most – if it was possible to call it like that – to serve for the victory in the fight with Soul Society, all of them strong enough to let those around perish in an instant. The summoning was rather short, orders were distributed, while Starrk himself just agreed lazily. Fighting itself was nothing he was prone off, the male preferred peace above all else, but would follow nonetheless.

Barragan just kept quiet, but by the look of his companion, the Primera could see the reluctance, well – not really reluctance – but a feeling of aversion arisen upon Aizens request and plans, that had surely nothing to do with the war in itself. But he would keep quiet about that, since the former King of Hueco Mundo was no one who would talk freely around loyal allies of the shinigami captain about such things.

Harribel was more enthusiastic, a trait she female arrancar showed rarely and basically only while talking to Aizen or talking about serving him. She wasn’t submissive, that much Starrk could tell easily, but seemed to think that it was her utmost priority to repay her unpaid debt to the male Shinigami with her own life, if needed.  He wasn’t really aware of the extend of this favor that was serving for her to go such lengths, but then—the three of them rarely talked openly about such things, despite being those someone could call ‘closer’. The meeting was dismissed a few seconds later upon those peculiar thoughts playing through the Primeras head, while Barragan as well as Aizen took his leave.

Slow sigh escaped him, while remaining in the room with his only female companion under the 10 highest ranking Espada, while he stood up, scratching at his head a little. Sudden urge to talk, at least for a while, made him attach his gaze onto the woman, blue-grey eyes slightly narrowed while studying her a little more curiously. He wasn’t the most talkative out of the group, or maybe that was the wrong claim, he simply didn’t see the need of talking too much about one specific topic. But after all – those were the final orders given to them.

Maybe they should talk for once.

“Harribel….” She was one of the very few he addressed directly, somehow, addressing the only female in their round with a number didn’t sit him well. “…what do you think about those orders? About the… fight?” 

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Extended minds //iustitiacaecaest

„Mhm?“

It was a few days now since the Shinigami with the name Aizen Sousuke had gathered them in the wide deserts of Hueco Mundo. Promising something Starrk and Lilynette would not be able to attain by themselves, inevitably leading for the two to follow the soft and gentle spoken words by this man clothed in white, who – normally – should be an enemy to the peculiar pair. They got their own chambers, as everyone else this male had gathered so far, time to adjust to the place, others he would meet and unavoidable, he got his rank – Primera.

A sign that showed he was the strongest out of the arrancar that were gathered inside Las Noches.

The announcement of something so important was performed in presence of Aizen himself and two other Shinigami, one of them Ichimaru Gin, the other Tōsen  Kaname. As far as they were introduced upon a meeting with all the other arrancar, two more high-ranked shinigami, captains indeed, that went from Soul Society to Hueco Mundo to form an army. Said man, Tōsen  Kaname, was now standing in front of the male arrancar, waiting for him to acknowledge his presence, what was accomplished by Starrk lifting himself from the place at one of the large windows he was sitting at. They hadn’t spoken a single word by now, but something was quite easily to see. This Shinigami was blind, all the more admirable in Starrks eyes that he was able to go around so freely and unhindered in a world he didn’t know.

A hand had lifted slightly to scratch at the back of his head, eyes closing lightly and with a sigh. Aizen himself had assigned for him to learn how to repress his immense spiritual pressure as even now lower arrancar in the vicinities of Las Noches needed to go out of his way as to not be crushed by the extense of power. The tiredness he felt because of it, of the constant suppression was something Starrk was sure would not go away so fast, if at all. He would get used to it, of course.

His second half itself was out and about, meeting the other Espada and Números to make ‘friends’ like she said, a concept not really known to him, but as long as she had fun, the male was alright with it. It was a moment where he could concentrate and work on his exercises, but a sudden hunch washed over him that this could also be the reason one of the Commanders approached him without hassle. As if it was now the easiest moment to do so. Opening his eyes again to fix upon his momentary companion, Starrk straightened up a little, still holding a slightly arched stance, but still high enough to reach eye-level. “Is there something you want from me, Tōsen-sama?”