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Natas Energia

I base my whole
existence around power
and It has paid off.I
have now become the
segundo Espada. Still,
this is not enough to
satisfy my hunger for power.

A pretty well built espada member would enter into the meeting halls of the hueco mundo. It was obvious just by his posture that he wasn’t your normal arrancar. Matter of fact, he was apart of the espada that Pandora seemed to lead. He followed this man because of one thing and one thing only, power. The man had power and If anyone knew Natas that was what he craved the most. As he entered then he would simply walk down to where his seat was and sit. He didn’t complain about being bored because if that were ever a case he could always gorge himself on some souls in the human world or perfect his skills and increase his power which was never a bad thing in his case. There was always room for improvement and that is how this espada made it here.

Others present would receive a smirk from this manly figure. Long, light brown and white hair seems to go perfect with those gold eyes that scream out hollow. Beneath those golden orbs then the little piece of remnants of his hollow mask was under both of his eyes. He looked fairly much like a human but if you got the opportunity to here him speak then his voice would project threw the room deep as if he were royalty. Due too his looks it was hard to believe that this one was even a espada to begin with but the more they take on the human form then the stronger they are. That was the only thing that gave his strength away was the more humanoid form that he took on.

Pandora would obviously be planning an attack soon and he wanted in on these plans. From screaming that he was doing earlier it would prove that they had taken it upon themselves to go and attack. He found it to be a foolish idea but a very noble one also. Pandora was too hot headed to see the pride and raging spirit with in the younger arrancar but if they were so ready to die and rid the world of humans then he felt those are the ones that should be trained and put on the front lines. They would die strong and do enough damage to the enemy for the older ones like himself and others to finish the job. Of course they would be forgotten but there mere cause wouldn’t. All Natas would need is orders to go cause some destruction and they could get it on. He needed to check with one of the arrancar to see exactly what happened with there first mission that they took upon themselves to do so. He blinked once and the corner of his lips went up into a smirk.” So, anyone want to explain to me what’s going on?” His voice would come off like a soothing, and yet ominous wind flowing from his mouth smoothly.

You wont recklessly
dispose of my kind as if
we aren't trying to live.
You shall suffer my wrath of power.
That kind of treachery shows
no bounds for mercy. I am
Natas Energia, the second Espada.

Satoshi sighed from behind his coverings and watched Gintoki leave the room. "Ignore him, he's a bit of a dumbass. Most of them are, actually. You'll be hard pressed to find a smart being among them. Not much you can do, really. I suppose you could kill him..." Satoshi's voice trailed off momentarily as he took in everything about this newcomer. Maybe he had found what those Shinigami bastards called a friend. Or perhaps not, time would tell. Without warning, he turned, lifted both his hands and launched a deep-purple cero into the face of Kaigen, the Espada sitting next to him who was also ranked just above him. Her head exploded. God he had been waiting to do that for a while, the b***h was so annoying. He turned back to Natas and bowed. "Séptimo Espada, Satoshi no Sabaku, at your service. Sorry about that."

[And Kaigen is written out of the story, *snaps fingers* just like that. xd ]

[Me a girl. O_O gonk ]

"Yes, it certainly seems that way. I wish we could just get on with it already, I'm so bored..." He was itching to fight, but he didn't care who. There was a rather pretty shinigami female back in the Soul Society whom he had sworn to fight and kill, but he didn't really care how it ended, he just enjoyed the fight. To fight was to live, if he was still alive, he was still winning. The thing about Satoshi was that he wasn't terribly picky when it came to whom he swore allegiance to. Pandora was just providing him with power, protection, and a chance to fight. He'd follow anyone who could provide these things. "Would you care to fight? Or spar, whatever you want to call it, it matters not." Satoshi looked at Natas past his face coverings and eyed him curiously in the time he finished and the time it would take Natas to respond.

"...." Satoshi's gaze slid away, though this act was invisible to Natas' eyes given there was only a thin strip in his face wrappings from which Satoshi could look out. It was great for looking out, but no one could really see in, all they would catch is the occasional gleam of blue from his eyes. He was silent for a moment before saying "I can't..." He didn't delve deeper than this. He couldn't become stronger. He was limited. Satoshi flicked his wrist ina beckoning motion and headed towards the door. "Come on, refueling ourselves would be simple enough." He said this like everyone could use Gonzui like himself. Then again, Natas could likely get himself a hollow or two to feed on before they had to go anywhere. He took one last glance at the room and vanished. No doubt Natas would make it to the Training Area before he could.

The door creaked open and Satoshi shuffled into the meeting hall, wearing a fatigued expression upon his face, though no one could see this. He slowly looked towards the people and blinked. The fight taking place between Natas and Damien back at the training grounds, plus the arrival of two more Espada was enough to put him in a state of uneasiness. Simply put, he didn't enjoy much company. So he had left and taken his sweet time going to the meeting Hall where he had hoped to catch a nap. This was thwarted by the Espada sitting in his chair. His chair, the only one he really liked. And to top it off, she was a woman. Satoshi wasn't a fan of women on the battlefield, he deemed them inept but didn't choose to voice this because he didn't like to talk to people much. So there he was, covered in robes from head to toe, peering at the female in his chair through the tiny slit in his face coverings.

"Damn..." He muttered to himself, just under his breath. "Damn damn damn..." After looking at her more carefully, he saw that she had a 1 on her body. He was confused, of course, because he knew Natas had become the Primero, so why was this random female carrying this mark? Maybe she had drawn it on herself in an attempt to make herself feel better about herself, he mused silently, or maybe she had this rank at another time and she was one of the fallen. Being the careful individual that he was, he decided not to press the issue, not that he would anyway. Satoshi sighed, took a few sluggish steps towards the nearest chair and sat down, put his feet onto the table and drifted off to a silent sleep.

SHE SUBMITS AND SHE DOMINATES
SHE GETS OUT OF HER HEADSHE GETS OUT OF HER HEAD

AS SHE TALKS TO THE CEILINGAS SHE TALKS TO THE CEILING
YOU CAN HEAR WHAT SHE SAIDYOU CAN HEAR WHAT SHE SAID

SHE SAID, "THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US"

She perceived Damien fancied himself in charge, what with the gaggle of subordinates there to comment and hang on his every word. The kind she despised, no use in actual battle, flaunting about their master's prowess vice their own. His overly lengthy pause in answering her also made her think that way. Surely he wasn't the best this place had. If that were so, then the entire fortress would have to be leveled after his demise. She didn't need any weaklings running about, as they served no purpose. Every order she could ever have given, she was just as capable of carrying out. Crushing throats ones self was all the more satisfying. Yet again, another shred of perceived evidence that he thought himself the dominant one here: others began to arrive. Judging by their initial reactions to her presence, they didn't know she'd arrived directly in this hall, meaning they'd been called beforehand.

She shifted slightly in her seat, out of spite toward Satoshi. Rather than alter her position to make it easy to leap from the chair itself, she only got more comfortable in it. As if he couldn't hear him curse her, for whatever reason he had. She scoffed at his unwillingness to change his situation for the better, despite that making her a total hypocrite, one who hated people standing up to her. It felt off, that he hadn't taken any action. Come to think of it, no one had, save that lapdog Maria. She threw her head back and cackled loudly at how used to being assaulted and confronted for so long, and now the one place in Hueco Mundo, the only place the damned dimension, where one's pride was earned his keep, and they hadn't protested not a once. She continued to laugh, the cry reverberating off the walls, her sultry frame shaking. It had felt nice. All the while Natas had happened upon the room, taking a stance along the wall, seeming t--

She stopped suddenly when she saw the filth wearing her mark, ruby reds locked on that darkly deceptive number he flashed. Slowly she sat up in her seat, her fringe falling over her eye delicately, making her look almost attractive if she wasn't a sociopath. An eerie calm had set about her body language, her stare, her reiatsu. It was possible she was worse off when she was calm, collected, but she enjoyed battle too much to restrain herself. She planted her hand on the thick slab of stone that served as their table, vaulting herself across it and over the chairs, deep gouges left where her nails had slid over the surface. A great deal of power was placed behind her foot bound for Natas' face, nowhere near what her smallish body should be able to muster, even for being such as themselves, whose very skin was like steel. She refused to gain permission for this bout, or even seek the proper atmosphere to conduct it in.