The Brain
"I'm glad you understand the situation. Now, if you'll excuse me." The miniature scientist replied, shaking himself free from Cerden's grasp and landing to the ground without making a sound. "R.I.P, come. No doubt Head Master Syra will chew my head off if I don't have my Zanpakuto with me."
Everyone ready, the two captains and canine creation made their way to the designated meeting hall, utilizing minor shunpo to make it in time. 'Minor' to them, at the very least. Lower ranked Shinigami at best would see blurs, or feel the wind pick up in an instant. The Brain would on occasion snap his fingers, an action he would do to communicate with R.I.P while on the move in most cases, this time doing it to make sure Cerden's focus didn't linger too long on the young, female recruits they passed by.
After the short trip, in which they were forced to stop once because someone-who-will-not-be-named just
had to flirt, they arrived at the location. "Well, it's good to know we made it on time. Early, in fact." He thought out loud. He noticed only one other person had arrived, Captain Haruka Keol of the 3rd Division. With R.I.P close behind, he made his way over to his seat, greeting Captain Keol along the way before sitting down.
As he pulled out his notebook for the inevitable waiting soon to commence for the rest of the Gotei 13 Captains, he turned his attention to the Head Captain's chair. It was still a tad odd, seeing someone of such a young appearance as Head of the Gotei 13, not to mention the other younger Captains recently promoted. Though, he knew better than anyone that looks in Soul Society were very misleading. Thus, he returned to his work so as to be productive while those who had yet to arrive, were clearly not.
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Queen Lunalia the Forgiving
With all preparations completed, the two perfect Olvidado Kings and their magnificent soldiers made their way through the portal cast by Caesar. Lunalia enjoyed strolls through this in between dimension they used to travel. It's solitude and quiet atmosphere put her at ease, and she has nothing but fond memories of when Caesar and herself would go for walks in all sorts of places. Now, however, was not a time to walk in leisure, for they had business to attend to.
Stepping out into the blazing sunlight, the group was now standing to the side of a landing strip of the LA Airport. The smell of jet fuel invaded her nostrils, causing her to block her mouth and nose so as to avoid breathing in such pollution. Distaste for the air aside, she listened as Caesar gave her clear instructions for carrying out this introduction to the world. "Understood, I shall not let you, the High King, nor the Olvidado race down!" She replied with pride in her voice, signaling the squads to move out toward the city to wreak havoc.
"Same to you, Caesar." She replied to his sweet sentiment. "Though to worry about you seems pointless, the thought of returning home alone is an ever scary one. Do be careful." With those parting words, she made her way toward the city, leaving him to proceed to spread fear to his heart's desire. Arriving at the opposite airport exit in but a single flash step, she stood as the only calm being in a crowd of anxious and terrified humans. Some cried out for their family, lost in the panic. Some stared out at Caesars destruction, unable to accept the situation. It was sad. Truly, truly sad. "Do not worry, lower beings, you are the lucky ones. I will free you from this life, so you do not have to witness the true terror yet to come."
By releasing a minuscule amount of her reitatsu, the spiritual pressure came crashing down upon the defenseless crowd, and the sound of panic was replaced with the thuds of bodies littering the floor, followed soon after by silence. Entrusting the airport to Caesar, she continued out of the airport and onward to the center of LA where here the Olvidado had already started attacking the unprepared masses. Bodies laid scattered everywhere, and even more so buried beneath the demolished buildings no doubt.
Complete chaos was the scene Lunalia stumbled upon. Screams sang in a chorus that could be heard for miles. Vehicles abandoned as the streets were beyond repair, forcing those who still lived to run in desperation. To run was pointless now, for the Arachnid Olvidado had already sealed off a 30-mile radius with reitatsu-infused webbing. Those who huddled in the corners of buildings, praying to whatever faith they believed could save them had little luck either, as the Primate Olvidado could knock over skyscrapers with ease. In the end, the only 'lucky' ones were those who ran within range of Lunalia, for she was the last beautiful thing they would see as her Spiritual Pressure laid them to their eternal rest.
"Hey! Miss, what are you doing just standing there! I don't know what the Hell is going on, but we need to get out of here fast!"
Lunalia turned to face the man who managed to stay alive in her proximity, curious to see who could still force words out of their mouth in this state. As she thought, it was none other than a Soul Reaper. "Ah, you must be the Soul Reaper stationed here. It is a pleasure to meet you." She said, giving a light curtsy at the end. "My name is Queen Lunalia, and I assure you, I am fine right here. It is my duty to cleanse this world of you lesser beings, so to leave would be oh so wrong."
He drew his sword in reaction, shocked at the realization this woman was not a damsel, but perhaps even a demon with the way she smiled and spoke in a carefree manner, despite the carnage around them.
"O-ok now, listen you freak! You a-and those monsters cease this instant! Surrender now, and Soul Society will show you m-mercy!"
Displeased with his choice of words, Lunalia's usual smile was gone, and in its place was a blank expression, but only for a small moment. "Calling my friends such vulgar words, you insult us. If it was anyone else, you'd be tortured in front of this inferior Soul Society to set an example. However," The smile returned to her face, and the usual calm atmosphere returned to her. "you are quite lucky it was me you encountered. It's not your fault you resist, it is only natural for the Gazelle to resist the Lion, you have the same right. As such..."
She paused, closing her eyes and putting her hands together, interlocking the fingers as if in prayer. As for the Soul Reaper, whether it was bravery, fear, or stupidity that motivated his action, he lunged toward Lunalia, hoping to strike while her guard was down. He was only half-correct, to his misfortune, for while her mind was lost in thought, her bodyguard's was not.
With such speed undetectable by the low-ranked Soul Reaper, one of Lunalia's personal Primate 'tank' guards from before appeared, bringing its fist down upon its target. Crushing the poor swordsman into the pavement, the crunching of his bones was lost by the resonating boom created from the impact, one which shook the foundations of what little remained of the standing buildings.
"...I forgive you."