The Phoenix Remained Unmoved In The Otherworldly Presence Of The Daemon; Alas, Her Twitching Fingers

The phoenix remained unmoved in the otherworldly presence of the daemon; alas, her twitching fingers betrayed her struggle not to crumble to the reality of his dense, overbearing reiatsu. A pregnant pause hung in the air as Momo Hinamori took note of her surroundings — here, there was no blood, no mortal struggle, no death; only absolute peace and serenity.  She chuckled.  ❝ Something about you. . . reminds me of HIM; the way you carefully pace each word, the way your reiatsu feels, the way your pleasantness hides an ever-present THREAT, much like a venus fly trap that lures in its prey. ❞

❝ It's quite nostalgic. ❞

❝ You. You are an interesting one. ❞ — she says; this is bound to be interesting.

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@fushichoumomo

Oh, dear--something about her energy is so distant and familiar. As if from a fleeting day dream. Hardly even a dream's worth of recollective memoryy... The daemon was, after all, not as present in sentience last he cared to glimpse at the notoriety of her reiatsu. Energy is his first language, so to speak. Life energy.

But the flesh cast vessel simply hums to himself for the first moment of noting her presence properly. His otherworldly eyes are just as overwhelming in gaze as his abysmal reiatsu is in its very unpredictable, ever-present nature. "Me~?" The Hōgyoku echoes appropriately, a smooth smile curling the corners of his lips. "Am I interesting? I do wonder why that could be, shinigami. You'll tell me, won't you?"

❝ I see how you struggle to keep a straight face — Go on; you can be honest. ❞   

This is a daily occurrence in gobantai.

❝ Hostility. . .? ❞

    ❝ Aizen-taichō. . . It's pointless to shy away from danger — especially since it always ends up finding me, no matter what. ❞  

❝ Still as nonchalant as ever, are we? — I suppose the war didn't phase you much. ❞  

❝ Finally, someone with common sense. And it's from an Arrancar, no less. ❞

❝ Whatever degenerate speech you use outside, do not bring here. ❞

// this is momo @ quilge you can’t convince me otherwise

@biskael

@agonisdei || cont. from here.

The corners of the Lieutenant's mouth twitched. Of course he would evade her question, providing her with an “answer” that was — much like the “self” that he'd projected onto the world for decades, centuries — an ILLUSION.

❝ I take it you're speaking from experience, then, ❞ she concluded, her tone airy and soft.  Her eyes, those same eyes that once gazed upon the former Captain with such reverence, had long since lost their lustre; although they weren't quite RED, they'd been marred by the endless slaughter they had witnessed all the same.  A lone flaming feather danced in the Lieutenant's hand. ❝ Perhaps you too had been robbed of the luxury of ignorance when you'd first grasped upon the same horrible truths that permeate the fabric of the Three Realms as I have been. . . the Wandenreich; the crimes perpetuated by the high nobility. . . ❞ And right on cue, the feather flickered out.