Yukitosumi Makoto Thu Feb 19, 2009 12:37 am
"So that's an Espada...?"
From her position behind one of the rooftop pillars, Makoto had gone unseen. How curious... One of her own kind had been associating with the arrancar, and then prudently departed before the arrival of the opposition's leaders. The 'innocent passerby's' forehead creased thoughtfully as she contemplated the potential reasoning for this. She had called herself a rogue... Yet, for the Vizard, there was no such thing.
The Masked Ones chose their own paths, and walked them alone, no matter the company they kept. Then why...? The only reasonable assertion she could make was that this "rogue" had been trying to secret away the power of the Arrancar. Yes... That made sense, and also explained the arrival and stern-handed approach of the Espada. They were there to prevent such an occurence, and she'd cleverly evaded their grasping hands.
"Smart girl..."
She observed aloud as she stepped out into the open of the rooftop, suppressing a shiver caused from a sinking certainty that the Vizard were out of their league here. Even the lesser one (At least, she assumed that the loud mouthed braggart was the lesser) seemed to bear truly awe-inspiring power.
A stiff breeze swept in as she thought, whipping her hair wildly around her; it was like some actress in preparation for a heart-stirring monologue, she thought with a morbid grin. Even her clothing, from the flippantly chosen "You brought a knife, I brought a gun. I went to the hospital, you went to the morgue" T-shirt to the purple ribbons she had tied about her wrists that morning (for a 'feminine touch', no less) fluttered about of it's own accord in that momentary, stubborn gale as she sheltered her eyes with her arm.
Completely out of the blue, the lone figure remaining on the rooftops began giggling in a self-deprecating manner. Shaking her head, she looked out over the city with the eyes of a child that had ran away from home and come to regret it. Sighing, she mused aloud on her thoughts, and how she might approach the upcoming events.
"I wonder how the others are doing, after all this time. I must be getting sentimental in my old age, Sensei. I miss you... No. That's a child's way of looking at things. I miss the old days, when things were black and white. Still, this looks like war... Perhaps I should stop by for a visit after all."
Having finished her speech to the uncaring winds, she waited a moment longer for them to die down before disappearing with a slight static echo - She had never quite managed to do it like the Shinigami had, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. Against a power like that... Like the Espada, or the senior Vizard - The kind of power only the castoffs could truly have - the Shinigami and their Gotei 13 were a pack of squabbling children playing at gods.