Snippet #2131021

Inside the large palace of Las Noches resides three former Espanda. All of whom have been demoted and given three digit numbers, Fracción included. But only one had living Fracción left to demote...

Cirucci, the now 105th Arrancar, once the 5th, sat on a large pillar that towered over the others, her white form stark against the burnt orange of the towering cylinder. The girl had a frown on her face and her boots off her feet. She had an air of displeasure, something that her Fracción, Calma, Arrancar 121, formerly 21, set out to fix.

"Cirucci-sama. I'm off to outside of Tres Cifras, shall I bring something back for you? Maybe a nice hollow to kill? Or even a Menos!" She asked, her head tilted. The Swallow regarded the Sparrow, who was kneeling on a shorter pillar. The feathers were as white as her clothing, not that annoying light brown. She withheld a smirk at the girl's willingness to please.

"No. You may go visit your stupid friend. Do make sure not to die too easily." She scoffed at the smiling Sparrow, who nodded and with a hop, landed on the floor below and took off towards the entrance. The Swallow shook her head and went back to staring off into space, her feet kicking.

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Calma ran over the sands of Hueco Mundo. She had already gone to see Wonderweiss, but he was still asleep. She pouted at that. Her own best friend couldn't get up to see her. Even Hooleer was too busy for her. She huffed and scoffed, reminiscent of her leader. "Stupid Wonderweiss. Stupid Hooleer! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" She screeched the last part, her voice echoing through the dessert. She stopped and looked around at all the white.

"I hate white...." She muttered and thought back to her only visit in the Soul Society. How colorful and vibrant it was compared to all this white. "Maldita sea!" She huffed, angry at the white world she only knew. She shook her head and continued to run only to trip over a "rock". Falling flat on her face, she stood, ready to Bala the crap out of the object she had fallen over when she saw another Arrancar. Not just any though. It was her friend and fellow bird, Jericho.

"Oi, you stupid crow! Why ya gotta lay right where I'm running, huh?" She nudged him with her boot, right on his face. "Answer me, ya lump." She poked more, grinning. "Come on, open those awesome eyes of yours and look at me!"