The lone espada [OPEN]

In the skys of the slums it was a cold night and the moon shined brightly on the city but the focus was on the sky which started to look like it tore open. The openeing was linked to a diffrent dimension and a lone figure exited it, he wore tattered clothes with a long brown muffler and bandages covering his forearms and what appeared to be a naginata slung over his shoulder. The figure was the only espada that he knows off name Tartarax Plancha he leapt from the garganta and landed on the roof of a nearby ruined building and as he did the garganta closed. Tartarax walked to the edge of the ruined building and staired down to the slums of this city. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed as he scanned around the slums looking for someone or something. "man this place is a dump, why would i sense a high reiatsu here" Tartarx mummered as he jumped from the building landing in the streets and started to walk the streets. He paid no mind to how some people who were still waling the streets at this time fell over from the strength of his reiatsu. He continued to walk the streets until he found this power he sensed a while back.

The night breeze felt cool against the perspiration of his neck, Raum sat on a makeshift balcony outside of his small apartment complex. There were a few patients tonight, mostly coming in with bullet wounds, some with knife lacerations and others that are just plain sick. Raum was disgusted at the things that happened down in this area, but at the same time he couldn't just turn them away. The feeling he retained when operating on such patients, it gave him thrill necessary to his own daily life. These weren't the only thrills, however. Only the cheap kind given to him while he maintained a stream of money. The other was sort of "Volunteer" work.

A few years earlier, Raum was left alone at the hands of a hollow. Wounded by its fierce nature, Raum attempted to fight it. Simply laughing, it took off without killing him. Left there, to bleed to death, laughed at by the supernatural. Shinigami had only come to rescue him after the incident. Ridiculous. He cringed in distaste, life ruined by the punctuality of the "heroes". Raum wouldn't be late, he wouldn't let someone fall victim to death without his hands getting in the way at first. Destiny was his to control.

A smell wafted into his nostrils, the simple smell that he took as reiatsu. Most others would call him an idiot and laugh, claiming that it had no smell. Raum laughed in return, keeping it as a blessing to sense presences. The smell wasn't something of a good aroma, it contained a tinge of dirt and rank that would be possessed by a hollow. His curiosity had peaked, looking over the railing and into the empty streets. A single man appeared in the middle of the road, Raum's lips curled into a smile.

In the blink of an eye Siraka appeared directly between the two of them. None of them seemed particularly threatening, though the man before him was obviously a hollow. He didnt look the part though, he looked humanoid. Arrancar he thought, remembering the stories. No, it wasnt that simple. He was stronger, he had to be. His reiatsu was like tar. It gunked up the air around Siraka, made him feel like he needed a shower. He raised his arm and placed the tip of his hand on the arrancar's chest. You're grey. he stated rather dull like. The question is, how long will you stay grey, before you turn warm? These hollows were all the same. They killed, ate, murdered. To them it was kill or be killed. Soul Society's policies made it no better. But what could they do? They couldnt take chances! Just like Siraka couldnt take any chances, or at least thats what he originally thought. After seeing this being, in human form. he began to second guess himself. He lifted his eyes up, the man's back radiated red like a lake of blood! Siraka contemplated repainting it blue, just in case the man attacked. But he didnt, cause his attention was on the man behind him. He was also grey and had no clear sight of red, or yellow, or orange.

What about you?! he asked Raum, not taking his eyes off the Espada. Red?

Tartarax stood there as he noticed the reiatsu up in the balcony but paid no mind not wanting to start a conflict. But as he was about to continue his search another person appeared in front of him and placed a hand on tartaraxs chest and this slightly angered him he hated being touched by others. "Lay youre hand off of me scum" tartarax said bluntly as he moved his hand on his back and grasped hold of his naginata and slowly undid the strap on it then held it on his side preparing to fight if he needed to. "one question human what are you, you dont sense like ordinary humans nore shinigami" tartarax said to both of the men. Tartarax knew underneath his bandage on his right forearm was the tatoo of a 2 but never knew of any like him who bore tatoos such as these.
[OOC-sorry its short i didnt want to start combat yet and tarrtarax isnt very talkative]

What about you?! Red?

The words from another man had pricked his ears, it was a familiar voice. The young man below him was Siraka, trained by Raum in every aspect of his fullbring. A gifted artist, if Raum could say so himself, yet his colors were deadly. The crooked smile that he had lit up even brighter. Siraka, my friend. Whatever do you mean? his teeth gleamed in the small light exerted from the streetlamps. A white lab coat splattered with blood decorated his outward appearance, jeans and tennis shoes below. It's been quite a while, you've grown...I'm sure along with your art as well? he posed the question rhetorically.

However, there was another presence still here, Raum fumbled in his pocket and felt the beads of the rosary while he awaited some form of hostility. It seems they were in some sort of lock, unable to act without more information.

"one question human what are you, you dont sense like ordinary humans nor shinigami"

Well, that's the million dollar question, isn't it? he smiled, jumping from the balcony and into the streets where the others were. His clinic was busy, but the others could handle the rest while he had some time to himself. Raum needed it. And what would you, obviously not a human, be lurking about in random alleyways? Surely you couldn't be dull enough to announce yourself to the bundle of crime in this area without a reason? Or are you just that...stupid? he smirked and examined the creature up close, quite a fitting image for a hollow, imitating the looks of a human so easily.

The creature knocked his hand away and pulled the red item at ready. He wasnt foolish enough to attack, not here, not now. He might now have been a Shinigami, nor a hollow, but his abilities spoke for themselves. He grabbed his wrist and twisted it within his own grasp, though never took his eyes off the hollow before him. Raum, I didnt notice you. his tone warmed up a bit, he was rather happy to see his old teacher. I hope you're doing well. the last thing Siraka expected was to run into the old doctor here. He figured he'd be busy doing what he did best...healing people. Best damned doctor in Karakura, maybe even the whole damn country. Siraka tilted his head back a bit, his gaze becoming ever more sinister. The hollow thought himself superior. In his social circle, he probably was. But here, no one was superior. Not to Siraka anyways. Now, now, hollow. There's no need to take action. With a single item, with a single color, you'd have a difficulty with me alone. Let alone us both, dontcha think?

Tartarax heard what the two men said to him and it slightly angered him when he was compared to a hollow which he shed that name along ago he was now called a espada the higher rank than all measly hollows. "i am no hollow nor am i human, i am something totally different first i was a Vasto Lorde now i am a Arrancar" tartarax said as he pointed the tip of his naginata at the man who jumped from the balcony. "but this color thing you are saying now is starting to annoy me, and what you mean i wont be able to take you on by myself" tartarax said with a slight anger as his hand started to glow as he charged up one of his brown ceros then he fired it at the man who kept talking about these colors. "and never call me a hollow i am Tartarax Plancha" Tartarax said as he watched his cero head towards the man who talked about these colors.

I hope you're doing well.

Never better. he said, lighting a cigarette as the arrancar pointed his weapon at Raum with much hostility. However, Raum was not phased. There was a certain aspect in his mind that kept him from showing any fear. Perhaps it was past experience, or maybe just his own arrogance. Either way, Raum knew that he hadn't met a foe this powerful in a long time. Meanwhile, Siraka was talking down to the creature as if he was his boss, warning him of the repercussions due to his "colors". Raum never tried explaining it to anyone else, but Siraka too, was special. In fact, Siraka was one of Raum's students at one point in time.

Looking impatient, Tartarax initiated immediately and unloaded a large cero towards Siraka. Currently, Raum wasn't in any danger, but Siraka was. Figuring he could let Siraka handle it, Raum stepped off to the side and took a few hits of his cigarette watching from the sidelines. Well, Siraka I do hope you realize that this fight is a tag team. So, you should make use of it when it seems necessary. a smile crept across his face, eager to battle after such a long dry spell. A playful and intelligent Raum sat back and began to watch the sparks fly.

Siraka grinned as he heard Raum reply. Good to hear, that he was doing good that is, there were hardly enough people around these days. Losing an old friend would suck big time. The Arrancar then spewed some nonsense about Siraka's "color" talk and how it was "annoying him". You have to forgive Siraka. He tended to refer to many things in an artistic perspective, and it tended to annoy a lot of people. He had gotten past trying to change himself for others acceptance. And now the very mentioning of his personality being a nuisance seemed to piss him off. The hollow shot a cero towards Siraka, but to his eyes it only took a deep glowing red color. Such were his eyes to see all in fine detail. Instead of blocking it or moving out of its way he simply "repainted" it blue. Of course no one but Siraka would notice the color change, as its ACTUAL color was still brown. To all those who watched, they would see the cero strike Siraka and do nothing. Actually, they would see it strike him and heal the bruise on his hand that formed when the Arrancar smacked his hand away. Tag team can only be tag team if the enemy also has a partner. he jested towards Raum, deliberately speaking in a relaxed demeanor. He wanted to convey to all those around him that he wasnt scared in the slightest. So it would be a team up, if anything.