A new fraccion((Private))

The world was still, that is, until a massive hole was torn into the sky sending the world into a chaos of noise and wind. Stepping from the massive void was a small little girl, who was careless and left the void open as she exited and stepped out into the sandy abyss that stood before her. Just in front of her was Las Noches.The soft wide sand glistened in the unusual sunlight that graced the palace and the palace alone. It was an odd sensation to leave the palace gates, as it had become home to the lonely figure who crossed the border between civilisation and wild. Her tight-fitting black dress contrasted against the achromatic atmosphere around her. White stripes danced along the dress, however, causing it to look as if she was chopped into several pieces. Her pale skin disappeared against the blanched wall of Las Noches as she turned to her right and began to walk slowly, yet surely, along the wall.

Her black and white slippers moved gracefully over the sand as she searched, a sensation coming in and out of focus as she searched. Small clouds of white diamonds shot up with each step, decorating her dress and causing it to become almost opaque along the hem. beating at the skirt of her dress with frustration, she cleared the sand from the dress and continued on, satisfied. The void behind her would disappear as suddenly as she did, as if the shunpo were the key to shutting a Garganta. Suddenly appearing within the halls of Las Noches, she grinned to herself as she walked along the winding corridors toward the courtyard. There she would find the presence she had been following, the presence of her new Fraccion. Now, she hated the company of others, but she did feel that her time was nearing its end within the next thousand years. She didn't want her fighting style or way of life to end there, so she felt it was time she passed these things down upon her new Fraccion. She pondered this thought as she stepped out into the courtyard, her sharp eyes scanning for the figure of the girl.

Asekoi had tried not to make a bad impression but feared she had done so already.The Echoing of her footsteps could be heard by the king himself.The hall, Empty as a cave, was Barron with little in the way of style.The creator was Either color blind, blind, dumb, or just plain stupid.Just before she reached the courtyard she slowed her pace to a walk and silently walked up to the yard.As she peeked out she could see a tall woman standing near the middle of the room.With a bit of hast Asekoi speed walked to the woman.The closer Asekoi walked the more fear she felt.She stopped several feet to one side of her and gazed at her beautiful stripped dress.the luminescence striking the dres made it almost glimmer with a few stray sand partacles.Asekoi spoke up after she cleared her voice.

"Um,Ma'am? I'm here Ma'am."

A little out of breath she clenched her Zanpactou trying not to become to fearful while trying to catch her breath.

[[Alright, this may take a while for you to type..But in your next post I want you to describe several things. I want you to describe your surroundings in detail, what your character says, how she says it, how they react to what my character says, what your character is thinking, any actions she makes, and her appearance. If you find it too difficult don't worry, you don't have to get them all in on your first try ^-^

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Kozakura's soft, pink hair fell over her shoulder in waves; covering nearly her entire torso with its length. The locks scattered across her shoulders, the bangs pushed to the sides of her face; creating a sort of pink frame for her heart-shaped visage. Her sharp coral eyes scanned over the area and the little girl that stood before her. She smiled without warmth or happiness, but more likely because she expected that was what others might due when greeting a new acquaintance and ally. Her soft pink lips were pulled into the light arc that was her smile, not revealing the perfect. bleach-white pearls that lay behind them. Her skin was pale as the sand grains that remained on her dress, her eyes ringed with dark lines that were the result of expertly applied make-up. No one knew why she wore make-up in such a society, where one was judged by their strength instead of their appearance, but she did so anyway. At her waist hung the other half of her soul. It was in the form of what seemed to be a hand-and-a-half sword, more commonly known as a bastard sword. The handle itself seemed to be carved from stone, the pommel taking the form of a skull, adorned with horns or spikes. The cross guard was the skull of a beast, its horns weaving outward like a goat's, curling around itself. She turned her body so that she would face the girl completely, her hair creating a wave of pink as it was thrown outward because of the spinning motion. When her hair rested back down upon her back and shoulders, she nodded to the girl firmly.

They stood within the only section of the dark and disgusting world of Hueco Mundo that was graced by sunlight. It was a wretched thing, the sun, as it stung the eyes and gave a hue to Koza's perfectly achromatic flesh. Still, the sky's color when the sun was out was so awe-inspiringly beautiful that Koza couldn't help but forgive the sunlight. It was a wonderful shade of azure all day, every day, with a few cotton balls floating around within it. The clouds were a bit distracting, but occasionally they would take the form of humorous shapes that could amuse Koza for hours, so they were forgiven as well. As she thought about this she looked up to the beautiful azure sky, seeming a bit lost in its wonder for a split second. Her eyes then fell upon the courtyard where they stood. Along the borders and in a few remote places were patches of grass and flowers, maybe age-old attempts at filling the place with a garden. However, scars ran deep through most of the courtyard, making it impossible to foster life. The scars were in the form of massive gashes or crevices that were the direct result of ressurecion releases, ceros, and even a few balas that managed to miss their mark and create a small crater within the terrain before them. They stood now upon the bridge that hung over the Courtyard, a white marble-like structure that hung from metal cords. They were several dozen feet above the ground, hanging limply upon marble slabs that by all rights should not have been supported by such weak, steel cords.

She could already tell that her Fraccion was either weak or anxious, neither was a very good sign. It was true that Koza, being an Espada, held an aura of horror about her, but she couldn't due with a student that spent more time quivering in her boots than she did paying attention to what Koza had to teach her. The thought of such a girl being frightened of Koza without Koza even having to leak a fraction of her spiritual energy was a bit disappointing. Then again, it could be that she is afraid I won't find her worthy of me. I do remember that she was a privaron..Maybe she only wants to learn from me to eventually retake her place as an Espada... If that is that case she does have cause to fear me without having seen any of my strength.. She thought to herself. Though it was a long shot, it was a bit comforting; at least more comforting than the thought of a student so weak that she quivered in the face of a figure that hadn't even release their spiritual energy yet.
"I am glad you came so early, it means we will have longer to train. You have quite the grueling period ahead of you if you expect to become stronger." She told the girl in a voice that seemed to be a mixture of authoritative and empathetic.

She looked down at her Fraccion, the same smile still on her face, and scanned the girl warily. The girl was younger than she, quite a bit shorter, and looked a bit too innocent for Koza's taste. However, looks were deceiving. The girl's blanched hair was kept short, with some form of band run through it, most likely to hold it in the style she liked, or merely for decoration. The girl wielded a katana, like the majority of their kind, yet unlike Koza. She only hoped that the girl's true form was a bit more frightening than her sealed form was. Suddenly, Koza disappeared. The only warning that came with the disappearance was a flickering of her appearance and the sound of what seemed to be a soft clap or snap. As suddenly as she had disappeared, Koza would reform in the center of the lower level of the courtyard. She did not look up to her student, she didn't wait for the girl to follow, but instead continued to walk across the courtyard to an area that seemed to have been specifically designed for combat training. It was a large circle, traced in chalk, and void of any life. In actuality it was probably an espada's bala that had gone off target. The Espada would most likely turn the crater into a training area for his Fraccion; they were crafty like that.


[[Don't force yourself to put in any more detail than you feel like you can. Start out slow and gradually increase your level of detail as you post. ^^ Good Luck, Bon Chance.]]

Asekoi's gentle almost bleached, white hair rested upon her back.Her crimson eyes almost gawking at her new Sensei.The custom made bow of black silk almost fluttered when ever she turned her head.The some what pale skin, almost lifeless tinted by the seldom beige that covered her body.Her robe, as white as her hair, flowed down her as if they were one.Shinku-hasu, bore a white skull for the Tassel, A white Ito covered the somewhat lime green Same.The sheath, a death black was clenched in Asekoi's arms.Not many would notice but the eyes on the skull glowed a feint red as light hit the rubies.

Asekoi stood there and gazed upon the land from a high standing bridge.She over looked the baron and crater infested wasteland that was the courtyard.She turned her attention to the sky. White clouds slowly migrating across with little effort.In one foul swoop the clouds would over run the sun to be pushed off again.The craters spanning from the size of a bala to the size of a cero.One gets the impression when looking at the tattered landscape that battles of imminence proportions took place long ago.
{sorry for using orange but Violet is my speaking color ^.^}

Asekoi, being afraid of disappointing her new Sensei started to wounder what kind of person this Espada was.Judging from her almost fake smile she began formulating a thought. 'She seems like any other Espada with her cold smile and almost pure evil aurora about her.If she was hiding a kind side to her she does it well.'lost in thought she forgot to speak.shaking her thought she opened her mouth to the Espada.

"Yes Ma'am, I was thinking i was late."

Asekoi still gawked at her new Sensei because of her dress and peautifal pink hair.Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the disappearance of her Sensei.The almost snapping sound echoed through the some what open air.Asekoi soon realized that the Espada appeared on the ground and with out hesitation Asekoi's image distorted and disappeared in a deep and loud rip like sound.With a light and soft almost snap sound she reappeared behind the Espada a couple feet away.Making haste Asekoi ran to catch up.The sand kicking up as her foot lifted.the sand suspended in air for a moment before it came crashing back down to the ground.

[[For the sake of time my post will be rather short]]

Kozakura would waste no time in beginning the training that would now occur. Suddenly, she tore her dress from her own body, the force of her muscles easily shredding the fabric around her. Beneath the dress that she used for travel was the outfit that was used in combat. Unlike the formal dress that she enjoyed wearing, this outfit was practical and flexible. It was a simple outfit, a tight fitting dress made of white fabric, trimmed in black. It was reminiscent of the arrancar's uniform, except that it was in the form of what seemed to be a cocktail dress. The dress' skirt was cut down the length of the right side, causing it to open up as she stepped forward, revealing that it was a bit more easy to manoeuvre in than one would expect from first looking at the seemingly constricting skirt. The only thing that seemed to remain was the black sash that rested along her waist and held the demonic sword within it.

They stood in the center of the crater that would become their training circle. The crater itself inclined slightly, being only five inches or so beneath the surface of the courtyard at its deepest point in the center. In itself it was a perfect circle with a twenty meter radius, the circumference of the ring traced in chalk. Traditionally this would mark the border that was uncross-able. To step over that border and leave the circle was to surrender, and to surrender amongst their race was to commit suicide. Within the boundaries there wasn't much to describe. The crater had been filled in with the soft white sand that overflowed the desert they lived in, most likely to disorient those who relied on solid ground for good footing. It was Koza's experience that training one's stance on a surface like sand provided much better results, as it took a lot more skill to keep one's footing on a surface that constantly shifts than it does to keep one's footing on a solid and unmoving slab of stone or wood.

Many thoughts ran through Koza's head, they were always buzzing about without any real purpose or destination. Thoughts floated this way and that, without any relevance to her surroundings or logical pattern. She could never quite understand why she thought some of the things she did, they hardly ever made sense, nor were they even in languages she understood at times. More likely than not they were languages she knew as a human being, or just languages she was making up as she went along. However, she did grasp one train of thought that made a little bit of sense. She needed to see how this girl reacted, and ceros took far too long to charge, she would have time to dodge a cero. It was easy to dodge such a blatant attack, there was no skill required, no she would have to do something much more fast-paced.

Koza didn't move as her fraccion approached, she closed her eyes and began to focus on the spiritual energy that flowed out of the little girl. Using this, she could tell how far away the girl was. As she focused on this with her senses, she pushed a small portion, barely a droplet, of her spiritual energy into her right hand. As the girl hit the thirty meters mark, Koza disappeared with another snapping noise. Suddenly, Koza was closer to her Fraccion. An orb of crimson flew toward the girl at a mind-blowing pace, it was a bala. The bala was rather weak compared to Koza's cero, but it was still a pretty painful thing to get hit with. Koza wasn't aiming to kill or maim her Fraccion, just hurt her a bit if she wasn't good enough to dodge.

[[Epic fail of a post]]

Koza looked up to the sky where the sun remained where it had always been. It was difficult to keep time in Hueco Mundo; neither celestial body ever moved. However, as she looked down to the pocket watch that was in her pocket, she noticed what time it was. Her eyes suddenly getting wider, she looked up to her student. The student was gone, and a tearing noise sounded behind her. Suddenly, a blade was brought down toward Koza's shoulder. Moving an inch to the right, she dropped the watch in her pocket and proceeded to counter the girl. One hand touched the blunt side of her katana, pushing it down into the soft sand with the other struck out at her chest lightly. It wouldn't hurt, it would only knock her away from her blade.

"You follow Horos, do you not? Well, if you didn't before you do now. It is time we went to hear Senju speak." She said in a very fast, very rambling manner. Suddenly, she was several meters away, heading toward the entrance in bursts of sonido that caused a succession of snapping noises loud enough to deafen a child. "Oh, and I am Kozakura Miyazaki, La Novena Espada." She called out over her shoulder as she disappeared one last time.

[[Exit]]

With her hast of of trying to show her new sensei her power the Espada quickly countered.As she moved her pink hair gently drifted with her body ever so slightly.As her hand pushed Asekoi's blade down towards the sand her other hand aimed at Asekoi's chest.Just as the sand started to kick up from the now un-held blade Asekoi was thrown back by the Espada's push.She stuck her hand out in a handstand like formation and flipped in mid-air.Landing on her feet she brought her arms up for the next attack.Thinking, 'Wow,The Espada has earned her Rand and tittle to be able to do that with just a light push.'As the thought faded away she had realized the Espada was several yards away.Asekoi, making hast to catch up, used sunido to appear in bursts of two per twenty-five yards.Her first spurt landed her next to her blade.She picked it up,sheathed it and tied it around her back with Tsuka upwards.The next spurts were slower but rather more to maintain her stamina while putting less a strain on her feet than to catch up.If needed she could ask for Directions if she found herself lost.

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