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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 8:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 1:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 10:13 pm
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Drekovec settled into his pristine white throne, which appeared completely alien against the dreary backdrop that was Hueco Mundo. He could have killed the injured captain, yes....but his instincts told him that the best course of action lie elsewhere. He couldn't afford for them all to die. Enforcing an all-new dictator's rule would require manpower...which he hoped to recruit from the ranks of the Soul Reapers. He could kill one or two that were well-loved...to make examples for the onlookers to remember, but Drekovec decided not to thin the ranks too terrible much. He scratched his chin as he pondered the problem of controlling legions of his enemies and polar opposites. A wicked grin spread across his face as he remembered an old Sith text, detailing a process not unlike the one he used on himself and his subordinates to become Arrancar. He signaled for a lesser Hollow to bring him a particular Sith Horokuron. According to the records therein, there once existed a masked army of Soul Reapers, who had been tainted by Hollows within themselves. The masked army, the Visored, would be much easier to manipulate than Soul Reapers, due to their Arrancar-like nature. A new plot forming in his head already, Drekovec called for his allies.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 3:43 pm
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Kaizeloye wandered Hueco Mundo sleepily, making his way to the throne room he knew that Drekovec normally resided in. To him, it seemed too showy, but that was his personal opinion. As he walked, he let his mind wander a bit back to the Reapers. Always mindful of each other's situations, ready to charge into danger for them. It could be used to some advantage, he thought, if they were kept busy and on their toes. He let out a massive yawn, eyes closing for a blissful moment, when he entered the throne room, using a clawed hand to scrape his mask as if he was wiping them. "'Sup?"
"Zero, you...idiot." Kousuke found that that was all he think of to say to the other Captain. "Two battles and barely any rest. If the Hollows don't get you, then your body will." He dismissed his wolves with a small wave, his zanpakuto returning to it's dormant form as well.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:48 pm
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