Distored Flames (Nero/Adventure)

[Redwinters]

Nero Metora, new awakened arrancar and primera espada, found himself resting within his new chambers. He waited there for news from his Exequias, who had been tasked with investigating how “El raja” had been affecting the forest of menos beneath it. After Sven’s return trip many arrancar had been curious as to the odd reiatsu that emanated from the fissure, and his description of possible rouge arrancar would catch the execution squad’s interest. However, the renewed Exequias were still green-horned, and their investigation had been slow going. It certainly did not help that the actual “fissure” was nearly impossible to traverse thanks to the effect it had on Pesquisa, not to mention the frenzied hollows that seemed drawn to the area.

It was all quite troublesome, though it was a good means for the group to gain on the field experience. A few hours had passed, and Nero expected them to show any minute with their next update. Sure enough, a long arrancar entered his chambers punctually. Feminine in form, her face was obscured by the mask associated with the Exequias. (For the sake of the RP, Rudbornn Chelute’s mask will be considered the ‘uniform’ of the group) “Master Metora.” She dropped to one knee upon coming face to face with her leader, removing her ‘mask’ and placing it at her side. “We have returned successfully from our investigation of the forest of menos with closest proximity to El Raja.”


“Unfortunately…” She hesitated, a small bead of sweat forming from her forward, “The terrain has become far more difficult to traverse, especially as we attempted to get closer to El Raja. The surrounding area has been…warped.” Her explanation held the sound of disappointment in her voice, “We are no closer to finding these rebels 4th espada had encountered. At this current time, it seems impossible that they could even reach the fissure, let alone reside there.” She admitted, awaiting for Nero’s permission to continue her report. While that seemed to be all there was to it, there seemed to be something else on the young female arrancar's mind.

[Nero Metora]

Nero stood before the window of his quarters, peering out of it solemnly as he awaited word from the Exequias investigating trip. He watched as the sands shifted underneath the wind, submitting to it's whim although his mind was on a pressing matter. These rouge arrancar... bothersome. The whole concept on how this fissure formed and remained for five years confused the primera. "Far more powerful beings have clashed in the past... what makes the Lord's and that human boy's battle so special to cause a change such as this..." This question ran through his mind over and over. He was trying to figure it out but with so little information on the human Clyde... it made this quite difficult, if not impossible, to figure out.

Then a member of his Exequias entered, a long expected arrival. Nero kept looking out of his window, his hands clasped together behind his back, as he listened to the disappointing report. "They've had more time around this... El Raja... than we have. They know the lay of the land. It's not entirely surprising that they have managed to keep themselves hidden from us." Nero's head turned a bit to the side, just enough so the female arrancar was in his peripheral vision. He saw that there was something on her mind just from her facial expression. "Is that all or do you have more to report?"

[Redwinters]

“I suppose, master. The 4th espada was able to enter and leave the area, but since attempts to replicate the feat have all ended in failure.” The woman reasoned with a sigh, before Nero caught on that there was something else on the arrancar’s mind.

“Well …” she answered hesitantly, “There is one…other thing. I apologize master; there has been debate amongst me and the others on whether it was information better delivered to the Lord of the Deep first…” She muttered out with a clear sense of anxiety, clearing her throat nervously. “It is not a manner that the exequias deal in. We were worried of over stepping our duties, we do not wish to be perceived as traitors.”

Knowing that Nero would definitely want to hear what was on her mind now after saying that, she gathered her thoughts carefully and calm herself. “As I mentioned, the forest of the Menos below has warped the closer to El Raja we get. Paths that were previously traversable for us are now completely cut off…while others long since sealed away and forgotten have opened.” The young arrancar lifted her head up to look towards the eyes of her leader. “One such path lead us to a place of interest for the espada. A lone path thick with quartz trees came to an abrupt dead end; at its edge…the crystallized body of a possibly ancient arrancar, perfectly preserved within a special seal. I had never seen anything like it, myself.”

“We…” She prepared to admit, “Attempted to remove it from its prison without approval. It was foolish; we could have been unlocking a long forgotten enemy of our people, or been unknowingly acting against the Lord of the Deep’s wishes.” She reasoned, “It was for naught however, Master Metora, we were incapable of excavating the arrancar. The material shielded it from out blades and reflected out cero’s with barely a scratch. Whoever had created the seal was exceptionally powerful...”

“In most circumstances, we should have immediately reported this to our Lord, I know…” Still kneeling in front of the primera espada, she continued, “In the end, however, we report to you Master Metora. The information, and the actions we should take, are yours to decide. One thing is for certain though,” she reasoned, “Our actions will most likely draw the attention of the rebels towards this arrancar. Its clear no ordinary technique will be capable of removing the seal so we may have no need to worry, but if a course of action is not taken soon they will surely make some attempt of their own.”

[Nero Metora]

Realization had dawned on Nero as the female finished the rest of her report. "You are correct... we must move with haste. Normally I would personally inform our lord of this find however..." The primera turned fully. "These rebels will undoubtedly move fast to secure this target. An ancient arrancar that has been sealed in such an unorthodox fashion will likely prove too tempting to let sit for even a moment." He walked with his hands behind his back a few steps past the exequias female.

"We shall use this as a lure.... this is our chance to capture one of these rebels. I shall go to this location alone. I want you and five others to shadow me. Keep your distance and wait silently until it is clear they have no other means of escape. I wish to capture at least one for interrogation. Once this is complete I shall take full responsibility for this and any punishment our lord sees fit for our preemptive move. As for the sealed arrancar..." He thought for a moment before speaking again. "I shall make a determination once the primary objective is complete. Now go... make the preparations. I shall continue on to this location."

[Redwinters]

Nero’s quick thinking and determination as to what their next course of action would be was oddly inspiring to the younger female arrancar, who rose to her feet eagerly as he delivered his order to the woman. “Lead them into a trap? That’s brilliant, Master Metora. This time, we’ll make them come to us.” The nervousness of the white dressed arrancar faded as she retrieved her ‘helmet’ and placed it over her face once again. The mask alone seemed to give her a vote of confidence and return her disposition to one of an executioner.

“The path has been marked, sir. A trail of scarred quartz trees will lead the way for you.” The woman explained so Nero would know how to get there. “We will stay a distance away, and wait for the best opportunity to capture our enemy. I shall relay this information to the others.” With those words she would silently sonido away, moving with haste to meet with the others in her squad. This arrancar in particular was eager to impress the primera espada, so he would not need to worry about her and the others flubbing up his orders this time around. Now it was just a matter of Nero arriving and dealing with whatever would be waiting for him.

[Nero Metora]

After the lady left to carry out his orders, Nero himself would waste no time and would make his way out of Las Noches and into the vast sands of Hueco Mundo. He used sonido to travel in a manner similar to when Sven had first headed out. Every 20 feet a foot would land, then propel him forward again. "An arrancar... locked into a seal within the deepest reaches of the Menos Forest... could it really be...?"

Nero's mind had wondered to the possibility that the tale of Lady Death might be true... and that they had actually found her. If this were so then bringing her into his lord's fold would prove beneficial. Whatever the case may be, the primera shook the notion off for the time being and focused on the matter at hand. "We'll see just how far my Exequias has come along. They had better not disappoint me." He would think to himself as the silvery sands slid slightly under his feet. It wouldn't take him long to reach the edge of the forest however he kept his guard up. According to Sven's report, hollow travelling to this fissure became more savage and attacked without provocation. He would not be slowed down by such trash attempting the same thing on him.

[bshopperz]

If he really wanted to show people that he could shed his ideological skin for TV appearances, why not go to CNN- or anywhere else for that matter?