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“What are you doing here?” a voice came from behind Skothantos. A woman clad in a white shihakushō which was covered by a black kimono stood a few metres away with a stern look on her face. “Have you come here to hurt them even more?”
She was looking past him at the hollows but, the instant she realised that she was distracted, her gaze returned to him. “You have no business here so if you do not mind, leave…”
The torn cry of a hollow echoed in the air around them as she spoke and her firey green eyes were drawn once again to the hollows behind the screen. With this slight movement, her fringe fell to cover the mask on her right jaw and shade the entire right side of her face. “Leave…” she repeated, suddenly ready to send an attack of some kind his way if he failed to heed her warnings.

"Do not preach to me boy and don't even think about attacking me!" Hisoka barked, her eyes flashing to the white that only showed in her second Resurreccion.
The man spoke with unrestrained passion for his race and he seemed to have a thing against the Seireitei, just like her. "And should you dare call me that vile word ever again, you'll experience what truely lies in wait for you, down with all the rest of our kind..." her voice lowered as she dropped the temperature around them 2degrees Celsius, it wasn't much but it was enough to emphasise the words that followed, "And I'll be the one who sends you there..."
She paused for a moment before allowing the temperature to return to normal. Biting her lip as his words sank in, she'd remembered so many times where she'd used the exact same words. "And in response to your question..." she said, her voice softer and laden with the pain of loss "I was in Las Noches, watching as my brethren were murdered and my Fraccion killed..."
Moving over to the glass screen, a little away from him, she reached up and touched her fingers off the glass. Her touch caused the whole screen to freeze in a spider-web like design under her will. On the opposite side of the screen, a hollow in the form of a hell hound howled painfully before quietening and walking up to the screen and touching its nose placidly against the screen.
A small smile formed on Hisoka's lips as she let her concentration momentarily lapse from the man who stood beside her.

"Huh..." was Hisoka's nonchalant reply, "I was an Espada because I was forced to be that way, so don't get all high and mighty with me. I have neither heard of, or dislike you. You have not so much as given me with your name..."
Looking in at the hollow dog, she smiled and took her hand from the glass shield that separated them, "Pitiful," she whispered, half to the dog who walked off once her hand left the screen, "They experimented on them for their personal gain, although I must admit, I did spend a good deal of my time... treating them to fine sake... for the sake of furthering my own knowledge," she laughed a little at her delicate phrasing. If he could see her eyes and the reminiscent and bloodthirsty glow they held, she would not have blamed him for reacting repulsed. Many did.
"And it was a Shinigami who placed a death warrant on my head in Hueco Mundo so I hold no true alliance with these Shinigami. But yet, at the same time, it is the very Captain of this Squad who took me in and made me his Lieutenant," she continued, sighing.
She'd left her haori behind her and, as she moved, she turned to face him, propping her shoulder against the shield. "You speak with pain in your voice," she noted, her mask still hidden from him.
She could hear the underlying sorrow that came with these words and, understanding the loss within them, she decided to tone down her sharpness.

"Hmph..." Hisoka folded her arms in front of her chest and arching her eyebrow. "First off, brother, if you believe that I just do easy handouts like being your pet who you can order about, you're so very mistaken. Secondly, I'm the Squad 6 Captain, if I find anyone who's being 'anti-Hollow' I'll be sure to let you know after I've enforced the law.
Thirdly and lastly, I don't appreciate the fact that you are still acting hostile towards me by trying to raise yourself onto some platform of righteous salvation so come down off your high horse and start being a little nicer!"
Her eyes pierced into the red depths of his as she fixed him with a stern look.
She did not like the idea of this man 'breeding' or so he put it, Hollows of any description. "You should think of checking on those 'cultists' for all they are in it for is fear. They fear you, they do not respect you. My Fraccion respected me and I say this because I treated each one of mine with respect. Which is more than I can say for some of the others... "
Shuddering very slightly as the screams of other Fraccion members as they were brought into the old meeting room of the Espada in Las Noches and were tortured before them for the fun of it. Her knuckles protruded through her skin as she balled her hands into tight fists at the thought.

"Don't growl at me," Hisoka growled back, glaring darkly at him. "And if that's how you feel about things and if you feel that you really do care about the fate of Hollows then why haven't you done something about these Shinigami already? Whatever about feeling that there's good within them but, no matter how much you try, their hate is deeply routed within how can we ever trust them..."
She knew how hypocritical she was being, but it was the very fact that it had been a Shinigami who'd caused her to be forced out of Hueco Mundo that she herself had a severe bias towards them.
It was when he began to whisper that she began to see him in a new light. "I'm not asking for your respect or trust, I simply do not wish to feud with my brother," she stated simply and emotionlessly, "And... if they are to have your head, then I'll be there to fight by your side. I do not like you but I shall not see you die by their Zanpakuto..."

"You take things far too seriously!" Hisoka grinned, she too was very similar to him but was deciding to be far more blase about his mutterings than the inner workings of her mind would suggest.
"If you want me to help you just say so because lengthy reems of philosophy just go over my head..." she pretended as though she'd not been bothered to listen to the man.
He had some good ideas, she knew that there was no one who was without some degree of corruption and that corruption varied from person to person. "Welcome to the Captaincy," she said, smiling very briefly at him. With a slight backwards flick of her head, her hair flicked back to reveal the feline's jawbone full of sharp teeth, that covered her own right jaw up to her just an inch and a half under her right eye.

Dakota walked into Skothantos' research department slowly reading over some notes. He'd just returned from the Hollow Sanctuary he'd implemented a few decades ago in Squad Ten, he'd for years been studying them and was finally glad a Captain of Squad Twelve finally gave his research on Hollows a good amount of attention pleased him. He'd been training the Hollows to become more vicious over the years, but they still act like domestic animals when the trainers come in. Hunger however, has lead to a multitude of accidents within the enclosure.

He turned the corner and placed his hand on the doorknob, it was rather cold. Without knocking, he entered the room and went straight to Skothantos. "Hey," Dakota started to say as he always found his name hard to pronounce, "I've got some more research from the Hollow Sanctuary.". He extended the arm with the papers and placed them on a desk and looked around. He looked at the various specimens and subjects making sure what was going on. He glanced at Hisoka, and nodded at her then turned his eyes to Skothantos to hear what he'd come up with.