Gradually time had sped by. Nothing of interest had occurred in the world. The Arrancars had sat down and simply watched, stared into the sky, seemingly beyond the sky as if in some visionary fantasy experienced while awake; one of happy, pleasant thoughts, hope of ambitions or so it seemed. With nothing to do the Arrancars had succumbed to laziness, being physically inactive. The one to blame would, of course, be the head of the Arrancar army, Hakujou, Chinou. But was he really the one to blame? Certainly, without question, it was by no means the Primera’s fault for the lack of activity from the Arrancars. They had the power of making free choices and were capable of creating their own mini plot, have events unfold; entertain themselves with whatever individual or material within their reach. They hadn’t, but had done the contrary; fell inactive. How troublesome they at times became. Behaviours as such, Chinou wasn’t fond of. However, there was nothing he could do, other than of course, the most obvious; give the Arrancar army something to do. Create some plot they could be involved in, a sequence of events. It would do the least, provide them something to do for the time being, and if they had yet to die, provide them with something more to do. How fun this would be...
He pushed his arms; one after the other, through the sleeves of the white jacket he generally wore, along with the white-coloured Hakama and the uchigatana he wielded; held together by the blue sash tied around his waist. After completing his daily routine of exercise and stretches, he walked out his chamber – through the door and down the hall of the Espada Chambers. With unhurried and quiet footsteps he would make his way to the destination of his choice. Albeit it’d be easier knocking on the door of each chambers and informing the Espadas’ about the meeting that was to occur in a little while, he decided not to and for several reasons. They could be out in the human world and hueco mundo, entertaining their selves with whatever was within reach or simply sleeping. It still entertained the Primera to send the loud-mouthed messengers to call for the Espadas’. It was always amusing for him to materialize in his mind, the reactions of the victims concerning the circumstance they were in, imagined by the Primera. It wasn’t difficult emtertaining oneself after all... he still did not see the reason why the Espada would have difficulty doing such.
Prior to his arrival, he had ordered the messengers to inform the ones’ he desired them to inform; that being the top-ten ranked Arrancars, to meet him at the location he had arrived at: the meeting room of the elites. Pushing open the door he approached the single-seat furniture positioned at the end of the table – from his perspective. As he did so, he pulled the chair out and sat himself down, making sure he was comfortable. He would then lean forward as he rested his elbows upon the surface of the long table before him, his chin rested on his palms. With a plain facial expression, he observed the space of air before him, patiently awaited the arrival of the Espadas’. The door he’d left open consciously, so no one pulled a stunt and dispatched of the material. It was always troublesome to witness something he created be demolished with no reason, other than the supposed entertainment one experienced from doing so. Chinou though experienced frustration from witnessing such event unfold. The top-ten Arrancar truly were an odd group... now, he simply waited.
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