<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6600">"Oh dear, I thought she'd at least stay onher feet long enough for me to catch her."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Gin said, frowning slightly.<br/>
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The silver-haired shinigami went to her side and hoisted the unconscious girl onto her feet, then wrapped an arm around her waist as he picked her up bridal style, ignoring the sudden temptation to see if her lips were truly as soft as they appeared. As he started walking towards his chambers, he spotted Harribel, the current Tercero, or third, Espada.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6600">"Harribel-<i>Chan</i>, could you take this girl to my chambers? I have some tidying up to do before I start Phase Two of my little scheme."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Harribel took Minna's unconscious form and headed towards the aforementioned room, telling her Fraccion, Sun-Sun, Apache, and Mila Rose, to return to their sparing chambers for a bit of last-minute training.<br/>
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Gin returned to the room and started to clean up his tea and the shattered peices of teh cup that Minna had hastily destroyed, commenting to himself that her seemingly bipolar nature would be perfect. A soft blush formed across the snake-like grin as he thought of the task that lay before him.<br/>
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Nnoitora smirked at Daisuke's eagerness to fight. He held his weapon, a pole staff with a figure-eight shaped head with the cutting edge on the inside, directly at the Shinigami and Arrancar that stood before him.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#999900">"Sounds fine to me, Shinigami. You say you have a 'mean right hook', but be warned. <i>I</i> have a mean sucker punch!"<br/>
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Grimmjow merely leaped into the air, hovering about sixty or seventy feet above their heads, his eyes focused not on the fight below, surprisingly, but rather at the door on the far side of the arena. He felt a presence that was all too familiar to him, and he drew his blade in anticipation. Below him rang the sounds of metal upon metal and flesh upon hierro, yet Grimmjow didn't even bother to watch the fight.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Come on, you bitch."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">he said softly.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Pantera and I are waiting to carve your belly."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
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Nel thought she recognized Koichi's reiatsu at first, but then it suddenly switched to something she'd never felt before. She shyly placed a hand over her heart and blushed. To be honest with herself, she felt a bit aroused by the new, surprisingly feminine aura that flowed from the direction of her beloved.<br/>
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As he was nearby, and was bored, someone appeared before Jin, the echo of Sonido reverberating in the hall. This man was tanned, but elderly, with a large scar over his right eye and what appeared to be a crown on his forehead. He wes alone, but the very air about him seemed to choke and die in his wake.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999cc">"You intrigue me, Shinigami. That fool Aaroniero has no respect when it comes to another's weapon. I, however, am curious to know more.'</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">he said. His head tilted slightly in curious approval.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999cc">"I am Barragon. Tell me, boy, why does your Zanpakutou appear as a bamboo shinai?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">-----<br/>
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Koichi winced as Tentou's strikes glanced off of his fan and armor. He back-pedaled a bit to regain his footing, then he gave a simplistic smirk.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffccff">"What, no witty remarks about my form?"[color] <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">he asked. Then he smiled as he gave Tentou a thumbs up.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffccff">"I like how your weapon makes you like a dragon, Tentou-Sama. I've always liked dragons."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He swung the fan once, sending a flurry of lilac pink colored arcs of reishi flying towards Tentou, reminiscent of thousands of tiny versions of Ichigo's Getsuga Tenshou, hoping to at least strike her once. However, to his slight discomfort, the force of the motion sent his hair wrapping around his legs, and his chest bounced slightly, resulting in him pulling the fan back rather quickly to attempt to conceal the motion. His tail also curled around his thigh, and the flame hovered over his groin, casting a pale midnight glow on his face.<br/>
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The reaction was that of an embarrassed school girl, and even his expression mirrored the girlish image. These, combined with the hair length and fan, cemented the impression that it wwas a female standing before the Arrancar. His mask remnants, which were simple crescnet-shaped glasses, slid down his nose, heightening the impression.<br/>
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The expression lasted for a mere second, then shifted to that of a rather battle-hardened girl, ready for anything that came her way. His eyes even carried a slight glow, and they had changed to a more feminine appearance, almost as if the longer he was in his Ressureccion form, the more feminine he became.<br/>
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</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffccff">"Now, prepare yourself, Tentou-Chama,"</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">he said, his voice sounding almost like a preteen girl's. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffccff">"Because from here on out, I won't be holding back."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He held the fan to his body, closed, and wrapped his arms around it, as if he was lovingly embracing the weapon, and his tail coiled around it in an almost erotic manner. The next words that came from his mouth were not an affirmation of an attack, or even words of self encouragement, but something completely different.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffccff">"<i>Abrazar mi corazÃ³n, MediaNoche Ardienda la Princesa.</i>"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
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A flurry of midnight blue flames and soft lilac-pink petals swirled around him, completely obscuring him from view. Even Koichi had no idea of what his new appearance would be, since he'd never tried to apply his Bankai to his Ressureccion before.</span></span>