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[Acier Volonté]

"Ah,the sweet, sweet smell of fresh air." Acier grinned, his jagged teeth gnashing against each other, as he stood high above Kagamino town. It had been years since Acier had last visited the Human world, decades almost, and even longer since he'd had to opportunity to simply look over the city without being chased about by Soul Reapers. Oh, he remembered those days. When he had been nothing but a Gillian running about, looking for his next meal and preying upon whatever was unfortunate enough to come his way. In the time that had passed he had changed. He was nothing like the mindless blob that attempted to sneak about. The memory elicited a soft laugh. Oh, how idiotic he had been back then. A Gillian attempting to sneak around a city. That was the equivalent of hiding an elephant behind a tree.

The Cero Espada reached his arms up high into the sky as he took another deep inhale, delighting in the taste of the air. Even if it didn't have the same nourishment that Hueco Mundo offered it had a strange, invigorating quality. He grasped his hood and pulled it partially over his head as he walked downward, mimicking the actions of a man walking down a staircase. He smiled once he reached the ground, looking over the humans that walked past him. His spiritual energy had been lowered to an almost insulting amount. Even those that were sensitive to spiritual energy would have trouble finding him. He was little more than a ghost, a demi-hollow on their spiritual radars. That was the price of being able to walk around freely though. Freedom and Power were often traded for one another. Acier, greedily, wanted both.

With no one paying him much notice he walked amongst the humans. Every so often one of the humans would walk into him. He would roll with the bump, to prevent them from knocking themselves onto the pavement. Acier, after dodging the seventh human, began to grow agitated. Being invisible and attempting to enjoy a nice walk was proving to be quite complicated. He muttered a string of curses before gathering a small fragment of his spiritual energy. The silver energy bubbled forth like water from a well within him. Just when it reached the right amount he flickered out of sight. A burst of energy signaled his reappearance, much more powerful then he had intended it to be. A moment passed and the long haired figure appeared atop a small apartment complex, his hood blown back by the speed of his Sonido and his hair whipping about.

"It'd be a lot easier if they could see me." he said aloud as he shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up toward the sky. For a moment he just stared at the unending, blue sky and the clouds that dotted it. As he lost himself in the wild blue a devious plot formed in his head. A mischievous smirk spread across his face. 'That's it!" he cried out as his head snapped forward. "I just have to get one of those meat suits from a Shinigami." Acier took a single step forward before stopping. "Wait... Where do they get them?" he asked, blinking several times in rapid succession. The boy, was effectively stumped at the question.

[Captain Stelevein]

Stelevein was in the human world, simply on a mission, he didn't even know why someone of a captains ranking would have to go to the human world on this type of mission. It was only a scouting mission to say the least. Stelevein's Captain Haori was blowing in the wind, his goldish Zanpakutou was shining in the light. Sheath at his waist it was a magnificent beauty. He had been in the human world for two months on the same mission, while his squad, including his Vice-Captain was in the soul society, and hoefully his Vice-Captain could handle things until he got back.

Not long after the time of him thinking about his squad and vice-captain he sensed a huge serge of spritual pressure, which seemed to diminish as quick as it came. Never the less, he still knew where it came from, and knew it was an Arrancar. I very powerful one if that, so strong in fact, that anyone who could sense spiritual pressure, yet had low spiritual energy themselves would be crushed by it. These were the times he was glad to be a captain and have such high amount of spiritual energy. Stelevin yawned and used shunpo to disappear and then reappear behind the arrancar.

Once behind the Arrancar he knew it wasn't just any Arrancar, it was an Espada. But, why would and Espada be here, and which Espada was it. It couldn't have been no lower than Espada three. but, something told Stelevein that this Espada was higher then even three or two, it had to be one or zero. Never the less Stelevein didn't want to find out the hard way.

"So, an Espada has come to the world of the living, and for what? I don't want to fight you, so I'm going to ask you kindly to go back to heuco mundo where you belong. If not I'll be forced to end you here and now." Captain Stelevein said to the Espada as his own spiritual pressure increased drastically. His spiritual pressure was topping the scale, cause he knew he'd have a fight on his hands, so why had he even gave this Espada a choice.