[33] Own up that Tatsuki's human and refuse to care
AN: Just for reference, my idea bouncer called me Satan when I revealed my plans for them. I rebutted by mixing up the letters and crowning myself Santa instead, because I am giving out so many presents.
"Just tell him, Tatsuki." You say bravely.
She gives you a look like you're crazy, but you know that you're crazy. You don't need some shorty karate jock to tell you that. "Look, either you do or I do."
"Fine." Tatsuki grunts. "I'm a human. Is that a problem?"
Shawlong simply stares for a few seconds. "A human?"
"Yeah." you nod.
"In Hueco Mundo?"
Tatsuki nods. "Yep."
". . . This must be a trick of some kind. You will not fool me. Whether you are a human or not, you are no hollow, and no non-hollow is permitted entrance to Los Noches. This is our stronghole, our home, and we cannot run the risk that a shinigami will compel you to reveal its location and secrets to them." The hollow's swordtip raises up another few inches into a more aggressive position.
"I won't betray you if you don't try to kill me." She replies. "If you open a garwhatever to home I'll be happy to forget about this place."
"I have no wish to do this, but nevertheless I must either bring this matter to my superior's attention or dispose of you myself." Shawlong states firmly, his eyes hardening as he makes his decision. "You are lucky. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez occasionally plays with his food."
You sigh, but only to mask the minute motions you make as you ready yourself for a decapitating blow. One hand behind your head to draw your mask - the other loosely holding Zangetsu. Tatsuki isn't so subtle, firming up again into a ready stance with her arms blocking vital points. "Why you gotta be like that?" You ask sarcastically. "You aren't getting to my friend unless you go through me first."
"Hey, where do you get off talking to me like that?" Tatsuki snaps.
"Yeah."
She turns and cocks a fist. "I was talking to you! Being able to take care of myself was the entire point of you practically killing me!"
You try to override your instincts and manage to valiantly ignore Tatsuki, focusing on the hollow before you. "He's too strong for you right now. Get behind me."
"If I may-" Shawlong interrupts himself and with a flick of the wrist his blade slides off of Zangetsu.
You pull for your mask as he continues, "You are not weak, but you are not strong either. Snip-"
The door opens behind you with only a whisper of sound, but in the tense atmosphere it might as well be a gun shot. The arrancar freezes in place, stopped mid-motion as he stares around you.
"Shawlong Koufang." A woman speaks softly from the opening. "A word, if you please."
"Tres, my lady . . . " He sketches a short bow without dropping his guard. "If you will excuse me I simply need to eradicate these unknowns and then I shall attend to you."
"No."
The hollow stiffens. "They are interlopers in Hueco Mundo; the girl is human and though the boy feels of a hollow he bears no estigma."
"I heard."
The . . . Tres says. Tres is a . . . it's a Spanish number you remember from a conversation with Chad. He'd gone through a few ways of counting in Spanish that he knew. Shawlong works for seven and the woman behind you is three, but you can't take your eyes of Shawlong to get a look at her, or even see if she has a blade drawn. For all you know the Tres is a cold, bloody shark of a woman.
"I heard everything. Why have you raised your sword against my fraccion?"
Wait.
Waaaait.
You turn around and try to figure out what exactly to say.
A thick red line followed the contours of her face, draped across her nose and sweeping under her lazy eyes. Combined with the ram's skull mask sitting low on her head those heavy lidded brown eyes seem more intimidating than they should. She's wearing something like a snug white sweater over a pair of white pants, but with diagonal seams and poofy shoulders.
If you're honest, you dig the poofy shoulders.
She also wears a longsword at her waist.
The Tres Espada raises one thin eyebrow, barely visible behind whisps of green bangs. The rest of her verdant mane pours about her shoulders and down her back.
"Lady Odelschwank, you cannot take a human as-"
Light brown eyes flicked away from examining your face to stare behind you, and then narrow. You feel more than hear the steel slide into the Espada's voice as her spiritual pressure suddenly crashes down on the room like a fucking ocean breaking over you from all sides.
You keep your feet- but only just. Tatsuki grabs your coat for support.
"That is not your place to decide, and there is no need for such meaningless violence. Am I understood, numero?" She asks.
"Y-yes."
Have you just been minionized?
[] Go along with it.
[] Break past her and run for it!
[] Die fighting.
